-Renesmee-

"Yes, Jacob, I'm fine," I say into the small black cellphone, putting extra stress on the word fine.

I've forced him out of the house for the day. It was almost as difficult as trying to pull my parents apart from one another. And that's saying something. Certainly más difficult than trying to seperate Rosalie from her cosmetics box. Which she clearly doesn't need.

Anyway, I was trying to politely tell Jacob that if he didn't hang up already, I was coming over there and obliterating his phone.

Emmett had taken to calling MY baby "jelly bean", just because of what she'd looked like in the first sonogram. Which made me mad, which made Roalie mad, which made Emmett fear for his life.

I was hardly expecting it when I neared the parte superior, arriba of the staircase and was gripped with a constricting pain that made me gasp and sink to the softly carpeted floor, gripping the wooden banister tightly.

"Renesmee?" Jacob asaked me, sounding concerned.
"Ignore everything I've just told you," I ordered him.