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

Some Things Never Change

Chapter Three

I couldn't believe I was showing already. I mean, I knew this wouldn't be the most normal pregnancy ever but, still, the maximum duration I could've possibly been pregnant was a month, one single month.

Did that mean I'd give birth in, what, a couple of months? Is that even possible?

I sighed, knowing that I'd have to wait until I could ask Carlisle later, or Alice; she knew I was pregnant, maybe she saw the date or something.

"We're home," Jake announced, parking the car. I got back into my jacket and got out, still lost in thought. We'd agreed that we'd go back home so he could eat then go to the main house; I still hadn't spent enough time with my family. Then, later, the Pack and the imprints would come at our house so we could tell them the news. I was extremely excited.

Jake rushed to the kitchen as soon as we were inside and I rolled my eyes at him; he'd still be the same old Jacob. I followed him there as he started eating cereals. I felt awful; I was the reason he didn't eat the Fajita earlier.

"I could make you some hot dogs," I offered but he kept eating, either concentrating on the food or thinking deeply about something. "Hot dogs? Jake?" he still didn't respond so I took the plate from him.

"Hey!" he objected, a second late. He was thinking, apparently. I rolled my eyes.

"Can you wait a couple of minutes and I'll make you some hot dogs? I know they're your favorite," I offered again, giving him the most angelic smile I could muster.

He smiled, but it was forced, like the one he had when we were getting out of the garage. I remembered then that he didn't tell me what was wrong.

"What's going on?" I asked as I got the hot dogs out of the freezer and put the water on the stove to boil. He shifted his weight on the seat.

"Nothing, really." I hated it when he lied to me; it hurt more than anything to feel like he couldn't trust me enough to tell me what he was thinking. I mean, I can read his mind but I didn't. I just shut off the stove and put the hot dogs back in the freezer, getting out. He groaned."Nessie!" I didn't look back; afraid my expression would betray me. I felt like I could cry.

It's not like I could use the bathroom excuse now.

"I'm going home." It was when I said it that I realized how wrong it sounded. But I didn't take it back.

He stood in front of me, blocking my way. His face was hurt, too.

"This is home, Ness," he whispered. I sighed.

"I mean the main house. I want to see Carlisle," I said, truthfully; I did want to see him. It was his turn to sigh.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, stroking my cheek." I just had a lot in my mind." I smiled triumphantly and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Which are?" I demanded, though I wasn't that annoyed anymore. Sometimes I really hated the fact that I couldn't get mad at him. He smiled.

"I'll tell you later, 'Kay?" I sighed and nodded as he hugged me."Do you still want to go to the main house? Carlisle wouldn't be there now."

"Yeah; I want to spend some time with Daddy," I said," When will the guys come?" I asked.

"Around seven," he informed me and my stomach growled. I grimaced; I hadn't eaten anything."Aw," he groaned," You didn't eat anything today, did you?"

"No." I felt like a little kid again.

"Do you want to hunt?" he asked. I thought about it for a second.