All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Renesmee Part I

Turbulence

A/N: This is where the story will change just a little bit. I pretty much lost the rest of the file I had for Part I but don't worry. The changes won't be crazy drastic but it will defer from the previous version. If there were things you wished happened in Part I that didn't, now's your chance to voice them and maybe I'll incorporate your ideas!

Renesmee

"I feel like they all know!" I hissed to Jake as we were about to get off the plane, "We reek of sex!"

"Shh, their noses aren't as sensitive as yours. Even if they knew, who cares? We're never gonna see these people again."

He pulled me behind him as we passed the flight attendants who were saying goodbye and thank you to everyone who passed.

"Thank you," I told them.

"My underwear feels gross now, especially since I don't have anywhere to shower before the next plane," I muttered once we were off the plane.

Jake laughed, "So get rid of it then."

"You know what, I think I will."

I went to use the bathroom and ditched my underwear in the garbage can. There were plenty more where that came from. Jake was eyeballing the lower half of my body when I came out of the bathroom.

"What? Can you tell?" I asked.

"Well I can, but that's only because I'm looking very, VERY closely," he said with a smirk.

I trailed a finger up his bicep, "I liked that quite a lot, by the way."

"Yeah, I can tell. You wanted to scream so bad," he smirked.

"I did."

This time we were able to get seats in the emergency exit row. Jake was so glad to be able to stretch out a little.

"I'm gonna be so happy to see Anthony again, I can't wait. I wonder what he's doing right now," I leaned against his shoulder and he put his arm around me.

"Who knows? Pooping probably."

"Oh stop, he's bigger now!"

"I know, I was just teasing," he said, giving me a squeeze.

"Mom said he's gotten to his knees a couple of times. He's about to crawl." I said confidently.

We read some more boring magazines but at least they had an issue of Parents. It would hardly be enough to get me through the whole flight though.

I heard a ding and I looked up, the fasten seatbelt sign was on. It startled me when the plane rocked. The pilot's voice came over the speaker above our heads and informed us that we were experiencing slight turbulence.

"Yeah, no shit," Jake muttered under his breath.

For over an hour it felt like we were in a car going down a bumpy road. It was becoming impossible to focus on the article about weening that I was about to read.

"What's wrong?" Jake asked.

I hadn't said anything, but with Jake, I didn't need to.

"All this bumping is making me queasy," I said leaning back, holding my stomach.

He handed me one of those bags for just this purpose, and unfortunately, I ended using both mine and his. A flight attendant asked if there was anything she could get for me. I wanted to tell her that I could really go for some AB positive but I settled for a pillow. As desperate as I'd been to see my baby this morning, I could hardly make my feet move when we got off the plane. Jake and I sat on a bench right outside our gate. I was not improving and my mind was racing.