Author's Note: So, I'm finally back! So, this will be the first thing I'll post. I plan to add a chapter to D&D II in a couple of days.
Thank you Hawk-EVB for betaing!
Bella is pregnant with Desiree
So, we all know the story. Girl falls in love with guy, guy breaks girls heart. Girl goes into depression, new guy makes her whole again. You would think that this would be pretty simple, right? I wish.
Said girl is now eight months pregnant, and I, the new guy, have to tend to her every whim, and make sure she doesn't kill me in my sleep for making her go through all of this â€" Which is pretty hard, really.
Most women are pretty grouchy when they are pregnant, and I accept that; I was even prepared for it. What I wasn't prepared for was exactly what I got.
I have a beautiful woman, who is glowing. But ever since she had been pregnant for four months, she has been the devil reincarnated, that just so happened to take the form of my lovely wife, Bella Black. I know I am probably being mean about it, but it's true. But since it is mostly my fault that she is so miserable, I try to make her as happy as she can be, which isn't very much.
Hearing her yell for me the way she did, I ran towards her as fast as I could. I was sure that she had fallen down on her butt again, and she needed my help.
She was in the bedroom, and thank goodness she wasn't hurt. She was sitting on the bed. I walked over and sat at the foot of the bed, and started to rub her feet as I usually did.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
She started to bat her eyelashes at me the way she did when I first met her. Of course that meant she wanted something, but it didn't stop my heart from skipping beats like it always had when she used her magic on me.
"Jake, could you do me a favor?"
"And what would that be?" I sighed.
"Could you go to the store and buy me frosting?" She tilted her head to the side, and smiled at me.
I put her foot down, and walked over to the side of the room where we kept our shoes. "Is there anything else that you would like while I'm out?" I knew what she wanted, but I had to make sure.
"Chicken nuggets, if you don't mind. You know how I love to dunk them into my frosting."
I gagged at the thought of it, but didn't say anything about it. Last time I did, she started to cry and told me that I had know idea what she was going through and that I thought she wasn't appealing to me anymore and that I thought she was fat. Even though I thought she was the most beautiful thing ever. Pregnant or not.
I had just gotten her frosting, and was heading for McDonalds when my cell phone rang. I checked caller ID and saw that it was Embry and picked it up. "What do you want?" I was kind of crabby because it was like, one in the morning.
"Jacob? Get home fast." He sounded like there was something wrong.
"Embry, what's wrong, did something happen to Bella?" I started to get all panicky.
"Weeeeeeelll, Bella just started to go into labor."
"WHAT?" I was shocked. The baby wasn't due for a like two and a half weeks yet.
"Bella is in--" He was saying it so slow, that it sounded like he was insulting my intelligence.
I hung up on him, and got to the house in record time.
By the time that I got home, Embry was there. He had Bella doing her breathing patterns that the doctor taught her, and he even found a way to amuse himself.
Bella was going, "Hee hee hoo, hee hee hoo, hee hee hoo," Ect.
And Embry, trying to get Bella to laugh was going, "We will, we will, rock you." Over and over again. I walked up behind him and hit him so hard that I was certain that I killed a few brain cells. If there were any left, that is.
"Get in the car," I growled at him. He listened without a word, which was pretty hard for him. I picked Bella up, and her over night bag, and carried her to the car. "Embry, call everyone."
In no time, we were in the hospital, and they were rushing her into one of those rooms. The only problem was when Bella started to REALLY hurt from the labor.
I was holding her hand, and out of know where she squeezed really hard, yanked me down to eye level, gave me and sadistic smile and told me, "Do you like having sex?" There was sweat all over her, and she had started to favor the girl from â€œThe Exorcist.
"BECAUSE I'M NEVER HAVING SEX WITH YOU AGAIN!" And the scary thing about that was that I was afraid that she meant it.
The doctor patted my back sympathetically, and told me, "It's all right son, it's just the pain talking."
I just gulped. She squeezed harder, so hard I was certain that she had broken my hand, and screamed so highly-pitched that I was sure that the windows were going to break.
"I HATE YOU! IF YOU EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN, I'LL BREAK YOU...!" Then she bit me.
"THAT'S ONLY A TASTE I'M GOING THROUGH, YOU SICK BASTARD!"
I ran a hand down her head and told her, "Bells, I'm sure you're gonna be just fine."
"YOU TRY HAVING SOMETHING THE SIZE OF A WATERMELON COME OUT OF SOMETHING THE SIZE OF A LEMON! THEN YOU CAN TELL ME I'LL BE JUST FINE!"
The doctor just chuckled and asked me, "You agreed on no drugs, correct?"
I started to answer yes, when she beat me and told him, "I WANT THE DRUGS!"
"EITHER I GET DRUGS, OR YOU LOSE YOUR HEAD!"
"Drugs it is, then." I rubbed the back of my head.
"I figured as much." He called in the doctor who specializes in that. Until he arrived, we would have to wait. After about halfway through the waiting, I was crying from what she was telling me. It was so bad, I couldn't repeat it.
When the doctor gave her the drugs, she did the most uncanny thing. She smiled at me.
"You know hunny, you have the prettiest eyes..."
"I hope the baby has them." She giggled. "Is it out yet?"
"It's crowning!" The doctor informed her.
"Where's the crown, and why didn't I get one?" She gave me a silly grin, and started to drool.
"That's a medical term, Bells. It means that the baby is about to come out." I turned toward the doctor. "I think they gave her too much."
"She's fine. It happens all the time. She obviously has a low tolerance for pain medication. It'll wear off soon enough."
The baby was born on October 13, at Forks Hospital at nine o'clock in the morning, and I got to hold her first.
Bella was still grinning funny, and went, "Where's the baby? I want to name her Steve!"
"Bella, that was if she was a boy. She's a pretty little girl!" I vibrated my lips at the baby, but she just looked at me funny. I knew from that moment on, she was going to be daddy's girl, even if Bella thought she was hers. We would know differently.
"Then what are we going to name her, smart guy?"
Just then, Embry walked into the room, and took the baby from me. "What are you going to name her?" He kissed her head softly, smiled at her. "She smiled at me!"
"Emb, that was just gas."
"That's what you think. We have that connection, don't we little one?" He looked at me, and told me, "You know, I have the perfect name for her."
I rubbed my eyes. I knew this had to be good.
"How about, Plays With Turkeys !" He grinned at me like he was proud of himself.
"But she's Indian. Give her an Indian name! How about Laughs With Lake ?" He raised his eyebrows.
"No way. Me and Bella agreed on Desiree Elizabeth," I told him proudly. We had picked it out together when Bella wasn't in her drug-induced state of mind. She had never told me why she was so adamant about naming her that, but I wasn't about to argue with her. Having a child with there was more than enough.
When the medicine wore off and Bella was back to normal, I gave her the baby. She started to cry and told me, "Jake I love you so much! She's so beautiful!"
I wiped a tear of her face and replied, "Just like her mother."
After all that work Bella had done, I took the baby so that she could sleep.
She was so little. She had big, soulful eyes, my eyes. Her hair was also mine, and so fine. She was as pale as her mother, and had almost all the same features as Bella. But you could definitely tell she was mine.
It was uncanny how much she looked like both of us, a perfect child.
I sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting rooms a couple hours later. The baby was with Bella, so I didn't see the problem with closing my eyes for a moment.
That's when I smelt something. It was her. The blonde one. It burned my nose, and when I ran to the room to check on the baby, I could see that it bothered Desiree too.
"Good Pup. Smell that? That is evil." I gave her to the nurse, and walked up to the roof, where I knew that she was waiting for me.
"What do you want?"
"I wanted to see if the rumor was true. The brave, strapping knight came to save the poor princess and took advantage of her when she was at her weakest. And even better! You even got her knocked up!" She flipped her long blonde hair behind her and walked out of the shadows. "I kind of figured something like this would happen, but tell me dog, why stoop so low?"
It took every inch of my power not to kill her. We didn't need a war on our hands. My hands were shaking, but I had learned how to control it.
"Do you love it?" When she saw that I didn't understand, she elaborated for me. "Knowing that you took advantage of someone at their weakest? That the only reason she was even in your arms is because the knight saved the fair maiden?
â€œThat's a fairy tale, dog. Not life. Now you have your child. Now what?
"But this happens to be your day, mutt. I won't tell my family. I wouldn't dream of it. If Edward found out about it, you'd be dead.
"You should thank him you know. If it wasn't for him, you'd still be pining for her, like you had since you met her, wouldn't you? And why should she have taken you? She had a man. Not a monster.
"Later, flea bag."
"Jake? Jake, wake up. Bella wants you."
I opened my eyes, and there in my face was my father-in-law, Charlie Swan. Thank goodness it was only a dream. "I think she needs something. You might want to check what it is."
I stood up, and stretched. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." And started to head for the woman I loved, and the child that we would share together.
And I couldn't ask for more.
Author's Note: Whatcha think? Isn't it good? I got goose bumps! lol