Renesmee: Shooting Stars (Sequel To Rising Sun) *COMPLETED* WATTY AWARDS 2012

Telling Jake

Chapter Two

I waited in front of the entrance of the small garage, taking in a couple of deep breaths. Momma laughed at my 'stupidity'; she told me that Jake would be more than excited.

Well, I knew that, too. I mean, just the look on his face when I showed him my dream a couple of months ago was enough to prove that. But I was afraid he might think we're not ready yet.

"Nessie?" I heard him come from inside, his face and hands were actually black from God-knows-what and he was trying in vain to remove it from his hands. He was confused," What are you doing here?" he asked. Then he noticed Momma." Hey, Bells. What's going on?" he asked suspiciously, eying Momma's grin and my nervous face.

"Um, Jake, I have something really important to tell you," I said, getting calmer by the second. If I didn't have my super-senses, I would've sworn it was Jasper.

He came closer and was about to put a hand on my cheek when he noticed it was pitch-black so he dropped it to his side. I chuckled," Is something wrong?" he asked, still confused.

"Nothing's wrong," I reassured him," Well, here it is," I paused for dramatic effects, he gave me one of the 'Don't-mess-with-me' looks," I'm pregnant!" I said in one breath, smiling.

He stared at me for a second, his face blank. What's wrong?

"Jacob?" I called, worried. He was happy, right? He's just surprised. I kept chanting that in my head, praying it would be what's going on.

"Really?" he asked, his face still so blank that it scared me. I didn't know what I would do if he wasn't happy about this; I was flying.

"Yes," it sounded more like a question.

He grabbed a chair and sat down, looking at the floor. I wanted to know what he was thinking about; it was driving me insane.

He wasn't happy, was he? Didn't he think we were ready? What was wrong with him?

"This is," he finally spoke, running his hand through his silky black hair. That would need a while to clean up." Good," he continued. Good? We were having a baby and all he could think about was 'Good'? Seriously!

He kept his position. He looked like he was solving a Math problem not comprehending the fact that he was going to be a father.

I felt tears form in my eyes. I took in a couple of breaths and spoke.

"Good?" I quoted, confusion obvious in my voice. I looked at Momma who looked like she was about to throw something at him. Well, it's good to know it weren't my hormones talking.

Damn.

He was still not moving. I couldn't take this anymore.

"Jacob?" I called, my voice breaking. If he doesn't speak, and soon, then I'll- he cut my thoughts off by speaking.

"You're pregnant," he announced, if I couldn't see his flashing grin I would've sensed it in his tone anyways. I rolled my eyes.

"Jake, for an Alpha, you sure take surprises real bad," I commented, letting out the tears I'd been holding. Well, they had to go somewhere!

He got up and pulled me into a tight hug, knocking my breath out.

"She can't breathe, you idiot!" Momma practically pulled him off me. He rolled his eyes at her but then frowned, a worried look on his face.

"You okay?" he asked. It was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Yes, Jacob, I'm fine. You won't be doing this for the next God-knows-how-many months, will you?" I whined. I wouldn't take another minute with people treating me like some sort of…Well, human. It was humiliating enough I was weaker than all of them.