A/N: U know the drill!!! Read and Review!! And I'm gonna shut up now and let you read the story :)
"What??" Jacob asked, confused. "But that's impossible!! We never did anything!! The most that we did was kiss!!"
"Jake, believe me. I didn't believe it at first, either. But I ran the test five times, and I got the exact same result time all five times!! You are the father," Carlisle insisted.
Jacob shook his head. "No, I don't believe you. I can't possibly be the father!!"
"Jake, I know that you don't think that it's possible, but tests don't lie. Especially when you run them five times," Carlisle said patiently.
"What will Nessie say?" Jacob said thoughtfully. Then he smiled. "Nessie won't believe you either!!"
"Well, let's ask her," Carlisle smiled, opening the door and walking back into his office before Jacob could protest.
Renesmee smiled when she saw Jacob. "Jake," she said, holding her arms out to him, like a child who hasn't seen her mother in forever.
He smiled, hugging her.
"I missed you," she murmured into his shoulder.
He smiled again. "I was gone like three minutes," he reminded her, sitting beside her.
"It seemed like forever," she said. "I was about to get up and come see what was taking you so long. What were you two talking about?" she asked. Then she hastily added, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." But her tone suggested that she didn't care whether they wanted to tell her or not, they would tell her what had take Jacob away from her, even if it was for only three minutes.
"We were talking about the baby," Carlisle explained.
"What about the baby?" she asked, looking at Carlisle, her hand instinctively going to her stomach.
Carlisle smiled at her unconscious protection of the baby. "We were talking about who the father of the baby is."
"Isn't Mark the father?"
Carlisle exchanged glances with Jacob. "You remember when I took a sample of Jake's blood?"
"Wait," Renesmee said, startled. "You think that Jake's the father??"
Carlisle nodded.
Renesmee went white. "But how is that possible?? I was sure that Mark was the father!!"
"Aren't-- aren't you happy that I'm the father??" Jacob asked, slightly hurt.
"Of course! I'm just... surprised," she reassured him. "Is it possible?" she asked, looking at Carlisle.
"Apparently. I thought that I'd ask Edward about his thoughts on it," Carlisle said thoughtfully.
"Oh no!!" Renesmee cried. "You're gonna tell Dad that you think that Jake is the father?? He'll kill him!!"
"He'll find out eventually, won't he??" Carlisle asked.
"I suppose," Renesmee sighed. Then she looked at Jacob. "I love you, Jake."
He laughed. "Are you telling me that because you think Edward's gonna kill me when he finds out??"
"No," she frowned. "Maybe I just wanted to tell you that I love you."
He hugged her. "I love you, too."
Then her stomach growled. "Can I have something to eat?" she asked apologetically. "I'm starving."
Carlisle smiled. "Sure," he said. "Do you want me to bring something up or do you want to come downstairs and eat?"
"Can you bring something up? I don't want to talk to Dad yet."
"Sure," Carlisle smiled, getting up and leaving them alone.
Jacob immediately pulled her into his lap. "So how are you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, as her stomach growled again.
He laughed, hugging her.
"Oh," she said, blushing. "Right." She put her hand on her stomach. "I'm starving."
"Me too," he laughed. "But for different reasons."
She smiled. "So how are you? Are you okay?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
She shrugged. "I just thought that you might be... I don't know. I thought that you might be excited, or surprised, or... in love." She smiled, snuggling into his arms.
He stopped breathing for a second, realizing how beautiful she was. "Wow, you're really hot," he breathed.
She blushed crimson. "Um, thanks. You're not so bad yourself."
He smiled, leaning down to kiss her.
Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Carlisle opened the door.
"Here, Nessie," Carlisle said, setting a plate of food down beside her.
"Oh, that smells good," she gasped, pulling away from Jacob.
"Nessie?" Jacob asked, hurt that she would rather eat than kiss him.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry, Jake. I'm starving," she said, swallowing.
"She's pregnant," Carlisle reminded him. "It's perfectly normal for her to be hungry."
"But her pregnancy isn't a normal pregnancy."
Carlisle nodded. "True, but she'll still have a huge appetite."
Renesmee set aside the plate momentarily, taking Jacob's hand. "I'm sorry, Jake," she apologized. "You know that I love you, right?"
He smiled. "Of course I do."
She smiled, kissing him. "Good."
Suddenly, Edward opened the door to the office. "Jake is the father???" he asked loudly. You could tell that he was trying hard not to yell.
"I told him," Carlisle confessed.
"You did?" Renesmee cried unbelievingly. "Why would you do that, Carlisle??"
"He had the right to know. Besides, I didn't technically tell him. He read my mind. I had no control over that."
"Jake is the father??" Edward repeated, outraged. "Wow, Nessie, do you just have sex with every boy you that you meet?? I didn't raise my daughter to be a whore!!!"
"Hey, don't call her a whore!!" Jacob shouted, jumping up.
"Jake, sit down," Renesmee insisted, tugging on his arm. "Sit."
He looked at her, then reluctantly sat down.
"Thank you," she whispered to him. Then she turned to her father. "Dad, I'm not a whore. We never even had sex."
"Then how are you pregnant????" Edward demanded, not believing her when she said that they had never had sex.
"I-- I don't know," she said truthfully, looking at Carlisle.
"I think that it might have something to do with the fact that Jacob imprinted on you," said Carlisle.
"But if we never actually had sex then how would I be pregnant??" Renesmee wondered out loud. "Even if he did imprint on me?"
"Because you have that special connection between each other," Carlisle explained. "Anyway, it's just a theory. I could be way off."
"But you could be right," Jacob said. "It makes more sense than saying that she got pregnant when the most we did was kiss."
"I don't believe that all you did was kiss," Edward insisted.
"Dad," Renesmee sighed, before Jacob could say anything. "You know what we're thinking. You would know if I was lying to you. Obviously I'm telling you the truth. The most that we did was kiss."
"She's telling you the truth," Jacob said.
"Jake, shut up," Edward said hostilely. "I was talking to my daughter."
"Dad!" Renesmee cried, jumping up. "Don't talk to Jacob like that!!" Then, she suddenly put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, crap," she said, as a wave of nausea swept over her.
"What is it?" Carlisle and Jacob asked at the same time, both coming to her side immediately.
She shook her head, her hand still on her mouth.
"Nessie," Carlisle said. "Do you feel nauseous?"
She nodded, as a stronger wave of nausea came over her. She couldn't take it this time, and ran to the bathroom.
Jacob paused for a second, then took off after her. He found her leaning over the toilet in the bathroom, vomiting. "Nessie?" he asked uncertainly, leaning down beside her to hold back her hair for her.
"I feel like shit," she finally said.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart."
She got up, washing out her mouth at the sink. "And I'm still starving. Except now I'm afraid to eat anything."
He put his arms around her. "I'm really sorry, Nessie," he apologized.
"It's not your fault," she smiled.
"It is my fault," he insisted. "I mean, if I'm the father, then technically it's my fault."
"But I don't blame you. So didn't blame yourself. I don't want you to kill yourself over this, Jake."
There was a knock on the door. "Nessie? Are you okay?" Carlisle asked.
"I'm okay," she said, smiling at him.
"Good," he smiled back. "Tell me when you feel bad. If your pregnancy is anything like your mother's was, then I'll need to monitor you constantly."
She nodded. "When am I gonna, you know..." she put her hand on her stomach, unable to say the words.
"Start showing?" Carlisle suggested.
Renesmee nodded.
"Well, there's no way of knowing," Carlisle said. "I assume you're your pregnancy would last about as long as your mom's, maybe a little bit longer."
"Why would it last longer?" Jacob asked.
"Because the baby has less vampire in her or him than Nessie does."
"Oh," Renesmee said, blushing. "I was looking forward to it lasting only a month."
Jacob smiled. "But wow, that month was so stressful." He put his arm around her. "I remember how much I hated you for putting Bella in danger like that."
Renesmee frowned. "Well, I'm sorry," she said, sounding slightly annoyed. "I didn't really have any control over the situation. I was trying the best I could not to hurt her."
Jacob laughed, as did Carlisle. "I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty," Jacob said. "I'm sorry about that. But I don't regret Bella's decision now. You changed my life, Nessie." He turned to face her, stroking her hair. "For the better. How could I ever regret that?" He leaned down to kiss her.
Carlisle cleared his throat. "Do you want to hear my theory on how you got pregnant?" he asked Bella.