Chapter 11: I have a Mom

Nessie's POV

The first thing that I became aware of was pain. My memories were all jumbled up in my head. I could not discern one thought from another. The only thing that I could discern was pain. I could not make out much of anything. I felt something ice cold touching the side of my body. It felt good. I opened my eyes slowly and when I found myself staring at someone who looked just like me the memories started to return. My mom, my family, my babies!

I sat up quickly and groaned when I felt a sharp, shooting pain in my lower stomach area. It was a wonder that I didn't scream out in pain. My mother quickly stopped me from getting up and gently pushed me back down. "Easy, easy. Don't overexert yourself now,"

I could almost feel all the love and worry she had for me pouring out of her. It didn't matter that she believed I was dead for 26 years. That simple fact didn't matter to her at all. Just like it didn't matter at all to me.

I moaned in pain when I moved again.

"Goodness Carlisle!"

Half a second later my grandfather came running in to check on me. "What happened?"

"She woke up and I think she's in pain,"

That was all my grandfather needed to hear before he got some medicine from the cabinet and was inserting it into my IV drip. "Are you okay Nessie? Do you feel sick"

I shook my head. "No. Just some pain but I suppose that's normal. So I guess your my grandfather?"

He just smiled at me and said "Rest now young one. We'll talk later,"

"Wait are my babies okay?"

"Don't worry Nessie they will be fine. They're doing good,"

That eased my worries a little. However I wouldn't be totally at piece until I saw them again. Last thing I remember was that my daughter was barely breathing and my son had a broken arm. The memories still had me worried.

I looked over at my mother who was staring at me again with both disbelief and love. "My baby. I can't believe you are alive,"

"I can't believe you're alive either. Jake told me you died after having me. He-"

"He didn't stick around long enough to see the transformation. He wasn't lying to you sweetheart. He really did believe I was dead but that's not important. You're alive and I'm sort of alive and that's all that matters. I'm so sorry,"

"Sorry? Sorry for what? It wasn't your fault you were lied to,"

"Your father never wanted you. The moment we found out I was pregnant he wanted to have you aborted because of the risks involved. I just, I never thought he would go this far and and-" mom was breathing so hard that she could not even finish her sentence. She started crying. The tears would never fall but she was crying.

A few tears of my own escaped and fell. So much pain. So much heartache. All caused by vicious lies told by my so called father. My life would have been so different if the woman in front of me would've raised me. If I had grown up in this family. The one thing I would probably not ever get used to was the physical age difference between my mother and I. I was 26 and I definitely looked like I was in my mid twenties while my mother looked like she was stuck in her teenage years.

"Mom?" she looked up.

"Mom?" This time I started crying like I never had before. When I suddenly felt my mom's cold arms around me I started crying even harder. I don't know how long we stayed like that. Embracing each other but I didn't want it to end. I loved my adoptive parents but I always wanted to know what it was like to be hugged by my biological mother. Now that it was finally happening I was feeling so many emotions at once.

"What made you start looking for your family now?" Mom asked after a really long time. So I told her my story. Starting with my husband's death and how my father wanted me to move in with him so he could help me and the kids. My mom was shocked when I'd told her I had three other kids already. She smiled when I told her my daughter's name was Bella. I told her about the car accident. I told her about the vampire that caused it and how he bit me and brought out the half vampire in me. I told her about the flashback I got when the accident occurred. When I got to the part about my son's death I cried again but for a completely different reason. She knew just how to comfort me. She knew from first hand experience that no words could ever erase the pain that losing a child caused. I didn't just lose Jackson Jr but I lost Bella and Carl as well. They were alive but in foster care.

Once I got to the part about meeting Jacob and I told her how much he was helping me she smiled.

"If it hadn't been for Jacob I wouldn't be here,"

"Jacob is a great guy that way,"

"Where is he anyway?"

"He's been sitting out there anxiously waiting for you to wake up all day,"

"How long has it been?"

"Its seven in the evening now and you've been passed out since early this morning. He's also been fighting your aunt Rosalie for your babies-"

Jacob suddenly bursted through the door with two babies. My babies. "Thank God you're awake Nessie. You had me scared to death,"

"Are those my-"

"Yes they are. I managed to get them away from blondie because I figured you just might want to meet your own babies before they start attaching to anyone else,"

My arms started trembling when he handed me my son and daughter. My son was noticeably smaller that my daughter and he had a small cast on his arm. My son yawned and fell asleep while my daughter remained wide awake.

"So what are you going to name them?"

"Owen for my son and Claire for my daughter,"

I had my babies. I had my mother. I had Jacob. I had my family. For now everything seemed alright in the world.

"Hey Jake where did you leave Sarah at?"

"Who is she?" mom asked curiously.

"My two year old daughter. I left her with Sue,"

"You have a daughter?" My mom sounded happily surprised.

"I do. I should go now that I know you're not going to die on me,"

"Oh Jacob,"

"I'm serious. You had me scared half to death. Now I can be at peace. I'll be back in half an hour. I promise,"

Just knowing that Jacob would be back soon made me happy. I didn't know what it was but something about him always made me happy. I wasn't sure if he felt the same way about me though. He mentioned something about imprinting on me once but he never explained what that was. I think he got scared to tell me.

"Jacob what's imprinting?"

"What?"

"You once told me that you imprinted on me. What does that mean?"

"You what?!" Mom shouted.

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