Alex point of view:
"I'm pregnant," Emma whispered, her eyes down cast.
"No," I said without even thinking.
"What?" My mate looked up at me with her tawny, slanted eyes. Her full lips puckered as if she'd eaten something sour; a sign she was annoyed.
"No. It's impossible."
"I think you and I both know that it's more than possible." She crossed her arms. "Especially after last weekend."
"But there is no way you could be pregnant that fast," I chocked out. "I mean … it takes longer than that to really know."
"After seeing the Cullen girl, I doubt it'd be that slow." She bit her plump lower lip. "I'm excited about this."
"Why?" I asked.
"We created something out of love." She smiled and her eyes twinkled. Of course she wanted this; Emma was such a loving person that she'd be a natural parent.
I couldn't stand it. I wouldn't do well with this. I was a natural born killer, not a parent. There was no way I could take care of a child. Standing quickly, I moved to look out our living room window of our modest, two bedroom home. I clenched my fists. I didn't want this creature to take care of this child.
"I was afraid you wouldn't want this." I felt Emma step up behind me and wrap her arms around my waist. "Please, don't think because this is going to be more amazing then either of us can imagine. At least try to see it from my point of view."
She kissed my right shoulder and then rested her head on my back. Closing my eyes, I tried to see it, playing house, raising a baby. She wanted this life, and she had me now. There was no way I'd say no to her.
"Alright," I said. "I'll work on it."
"You mean it?" she screeched.
"Yes," I whispered.
She screamed, moved around in front of me and hugged me. I hugged her back, picking her up as I buried my head in her light hair. I felt her shoulders shaking, and pulled away to see her crying.
"Why are you crying, love?" I cupped her cheek, and she kissed the side of my palm.
"I'm just so happy and excited. We're having a baby." The room was filled with her laughter; my favorite sound in the world.
Closing my yes, I touched her forehead against hers. "We need help though."
"I know." She sighed. "I don't want to ... but I also am curious about them."
"I knew they appealed to you," I said. "Kind of wish I hadn't told you about them or allowed you to help them five months ago …"
"But that's too late for that." She kissed my lips tenderly. "And you know I'm dying to meet them. Plus we'll need the Dr.'s help."
"And what about the Volturi?" I asked. "They may come after you again if you're too exposed."
"I'm not going to worry about them." Emma shrugged as I wound my arms around her waist. "The Cullens are growing more and more. With us joining their family, they won't touch us."
"Joining their family?" I asked and then snorted.
She sighed and pulled away from me. "I miss having a family." Her voice was soft, as if she was thinking about her past. "I, I'm meant to be part of a family. I mean, I love that I still have my wolf family, but it's like I'm missing something from them."
Guilt ran thought me. I wouldn't give up Emma for anything, but her werewolf nature to be a part of a pack.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"For what?" Her face scrunched up in confusion.
"I've taken you away from your family."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "You're worth it, and besides, it's not as if they aren't a part of my life."
I took her hand, threading our fingers together. "I love you, you know that?"
"I love you too." Emma smiled and her eyes lit up. "More than anything, and now we're starting a family."
"Do I need to get you anything? Water, human food?"
"No I'm okay." She shrugged. "At least not yet. How knows what they'll need."
"I think we need to go to the Cullen's tomorrow." I put my hand on her hip. "I don't want to spend my time worrying about you."
"I agree." She smiled. "I want to make sure our baby is healthy."
"Of course." I kissed her nose.
"I'll go pack now." She turned and went to the bedroom, and I followed, making a list of things we'd need.
The next day:
I drove down the road, green blurring either side of the road. Emma took my hand in both of hers as her heart sped up.
"Why are you nervous?" I asked, caressing her skin with my thumb.
"Just scared of the unknown. Keep wondering how they'll react. Our whole world is going to change." Emma sighed.
"It is going to be different," I agreed.
I swallowed, not speaking my mind of doubt. I felt unsettled about this. Within the next half an hour, we pulled into the Cullen driveway.
"Are you ready?" I asked after turning off the car.
"Are you?" she whispered back.
I rolled my eyes, opened my door, and moved to open her door. My body tensed as I heard the sound of a door opening. I took Emma's had for strength before turning to see Carlisle Cullen and a few of his boys standing behind him on their long porch. One looked at us with curiosity, the other was stiff with fear as if we were dangerous, and Carlisle was calm.
I intertwined my hands with Emma's as I walked up the path to the house.
"Hello, Carlisle," I said calmly, to my old friend.
"Hello," he replied. "I hadn't expected to see you after our meeting with the Volturi. What do we owe to this visit?"
"We need your help," I said. "This is my mate, Emma."
We walked up the steps and Emma held out her hand, "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too." Carlisle smiled and shook her hand. "These are my sons, Jasper and Edward."
I nodded at the two, remembering them from my previous visit.
"I hadn't expected to see you again so soon," Carlisle continued.
"I hadn't either." I smiled but I let if fade. "We needed your help with something, and I knew this was the only safe place."
"I'm pregnant, Carlisle," Emma said softly. "We need your help and protection, if you're willing that is. At least help us through the birth."
"Please, my old friend," I added taking in the look on their faces.