Chapter 13 pizza Boy (Nessie's POV)
I opened my eyes and saw Jake, my father, Sam and my grandfather standing over me. Sam had a strange look on his face like a deer caught in headlights; almost as though he wanted to run out of the room but he couldn’t. He was carrying a freshly killed elk. I swallowed hard trying not to think about what I was about to do.
“Nessie, wewe don’t have to do this we can try to find another way…”
I looked at my husband and wanted to cry. He looked horrible. His hair was standing up in every direction I could tell that he had been running his hands through it anxiously. His eyes were black and had matching circles that reflected the depth of his thirst. He looked as horrible as I felt, and I knew it was because he was worried about me. I put on a brave face; I had to do this without inaonyesha any weakness for his benefit.
“It’s ok Jake I can handle it.”
Sam looked at Jake with an arched eyebrow, “So, Uh, how are we going to do this…should I just put it down on the bed… au should we get a plate?”
I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of the huge elk being placed onto my grandmother’s fine china.
Jake looked at me with the ghost of a smile playing on his lips, he seemed relieved that I was laughing. I decided to try to keep the façade up as long as I could. I couldn’t stand to see him hurting.
“Sam you’re funny, we don’t have plates big enough.”
My grandfather smiled, “Just set it down on the bed, we can get her new bedding if we need to.”
I looked at my father, he was wincing.
“You really don’t have to watch this.” He looked at me in relief.
“I am just going to go and check on your mother and everyone else and give them an update. If wewe need anything I will know and I will be right back ok sweetheart?”
I nodded at him as he kissed my forehead and headed for the door. I glanced at Sam who was trying to keep his face in the usual stoic expression that he wore but I could tell he was struggling.
“Sam, it’s alright, wewe should go. Thank wewe for doing this for me, I will never forget how wewe have helped me.” He looked at me in surprise.
“Renesmee that was nothing. What wewe did for me and Emily when the babies were born…” His voice trailed off and he cleared his throat. “Let’s just say that there is very little that Emily and I wouldn’t do for you, Jacob and your family.”
I smiled at him shifting under the weight of the elk that was now on my legs. Sam looked down and noticing my discomfort he patted Jake on the back.
“Good luck my brother, Emily and I will be downstairs. We will take your father nyumbani later. Let us know if wewe need anything.”
Jake nodded and Sam was on his way.
I turned to my husband and grandfather as I feebly attempted to joke with them, “Well that’s two down, two to go. I can handle this on my own… I think. If wewe guys want to leave I understand.”
My grandfather chuckled, “Nessie believe me I have seen far worse. I want to monitor you.”
Jake looked at me in astonishment, “Princess, are wewe kidding me? I would never leave. It’s me and wewe no matter what, remember?”
I smiled at him realizing just how lucky I was to be married to a man who loved me so much. As I thought back to the task at hand I grimaced. Jake was at my side in seconds.
“What? What’s wrong?”
I blushed, “Um… what do I do?”
He cracked a smile and then proceeded to give me a little lesson on how to eat a raw, dead animal (shudder). It was one thing to drink blood but this was a whole other ball game. I put on my game face, closing my eyes remembering that this was all for Sarah and Jake. I started ripping the elk to shreds with my bare teeth as Jake had told me to. Initially it was the most disgusting experience in the world. I almost gagged but caught myself, I knew that Jake was watching me intently and I wanted to be convincing so that he would stop worrying so much.
After a bit though I Lost myself in what I was doing. It was as if some strange intuition took over and I didn’t mind the taste of the uncooked meat. When I was full I leaned back. Jake took the carcass and ran it outside so quickly that my grandfather didn’t even have the new blankets covering me before he was back at my side.
He looked at me nervously, “So?” he asked as he ran his hands though his hair.
I shrugged, “It was an interesting experience…although I must say I don’t understand how one can do that without getting filthy every time. I don’t understand how Leah always kept so clean…”
“Nessie…” Jake groaned.
I giggled, “Jake it wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t the best thing I ever had but hujambo nothing is that good right now. But I am not even remotely nauseas if that is what wewe mean. I kind of want another one…” I confided.
His face lit up, “Hey… wewe are starting to get some color back. I am going to ask Sam to go get wewe another elk right now.”
I shook my head furiously, “No.”
He looked at me in confusion, “What do wewe mean no?”
I smiled mischievously, “I want a deer.”
He snorted, “What are wewe a connoisseur now?”
I rolled my eyes, “Hey it’s not me calling the shots it’s that Quileute daughter of ours…”
He smiled at me upendo shining through his blackened eyes.
“Jake, I want wewe to go and hunt it. After wewe hunt yourself, please. wewe look horrible, wewe must be so thirsty.”
He shook his head. “No deal I am not leaving your side.”
I tried to argue with him but I was sleepy, ‘Jake, please…”
My grandfather chimed in, “Renesmee, why don’t I give him a bag of blood since it appears that wewe won’t be using as many as I have stockpiled. This way he doesn’t have to leave.”
I nodded my consent and my grandfather went to get Jake his meal and to ask Sam to go for mine.
When we were alone Jake sat down inayofuata to me. “You look so much better Princess. wewe had me really scared for awhile there.”
I Lost myself in his eyes, “I was scared too,” I confessed. “It will be alright now. We know what she wants, it will only get easier.” I felt al little stronger and all I wanted was to feel my husband’s arms around me.
I reached out and pulled him towards me. As I leaned in to kiss him he wrinkled his nose.
“What is it?” I was suddenly self conscious, I hadn’t taken a kuoga in days and perhaps I wasn’t the most appealing thing.
“You smell like meat.”
I smacked his arm playfully, “Fine then don’t kiss me.”
His eyebrows shot up, “I would never turn wewe down. I just won’t breathe.”
I rolled my eyes at him condescendingly, “So now that the big bad mbwa mwitu is all sparkly he’s afraid of a little carnage?”
He laughed out loud as he positioned himself carefully over me, “God I missed your smart punda remarks.” He leaned in and kissed me gently at first and then the kiss built up. The moyo monitor started beeping wildly; he pulled away for a dakika looking at me frantically. When he saw that I was ok we both snickered as he kissed me again until we heard footsteps in the hall.
Jake and I looked up to find Sam standing in the doorway holding a deer, with a smirk on his face.
“Did somebody order the Bambi deluxe? What am I some strange version of a pizza boy?”
Jake and I chuckled at him.
“Thanks Sam.” I shot him one of my brightest smiles and his smirk turned into a full blown grin.
“Wow, Renesmee wewe really look a lot better.”
I grinned, “Apparently Sarah is zaidi mbwa mwitu than anything.”
He shook his head in amazement, “Just when wewe begin to think that wewe have seen it all… hujambo after your done- uh- eating can Em come and see you?”
I looked at him in shock. “She is here too?”
He nodded. “You should see the living room its packed.”
Jake turned to me as he put the deer that Sam gave to him onto the bed. “Emily has been taking care of wewe for days now. My father, your grandfather and Sue, most of Sam’s pack and the Denali coven have been sticking pretty close waiting to see what was going on with wewe and the baby. You’re pretty popular, Princess.” He winked at me.
I blinked back tears as I realized that Emily had kept her word and went above and beyond. I couldn’t believe that they all cared that much. “Please tell her thank wewe and I would upendo to see her very soon.” Sam nodded and then slipped out of the door.
After I polished off “the Bambi deluxe.” I placed my hands on my full belly. I directed my attention to my daughter, ‘Sarah, are wewe feeling any better?” She kicked me with such force that she knocked the wind out of me. As I gasped Jakes eyes flashed with concern.
I cracked a smile, “its ok. She’s just inaonyesha us that she is stronger now.” He continued to look concerned but relief also swept across his face at the realization that we were both ok. Now we new what to feed our daughter. When my grandfather came back into the room he was fairly glowing with excitement.
“Now that we know what to feed you, I think it will be a lot smoother. Everything looks great.” He alisema with a smile.
I suddenly felt absolutely disgusting; there was something about not showering for days and then eating two freshly killed wanyama in your kitanda that leaves wewe feeling pretty grungy. “Hey grandpa, do wewe think its ok for me to take a shower?”
He mulled it over for a moment and then nodded, “I was going to unhook wewe from the IVs anyway but wewe have to drink blood au water.” I agreed to his terms and he unplugged me. Jake picked me up ever so gently. Since he polished off a couple of bags of blood his eyes were now a vibrant tawny color, his circles starting to fade. He carried me into the bathroom and helped me in the shower. It was the most glorious kuoga in my entire existence. I was so happy to finally feel clean. As he held me up I washed my hair. I suddenly remembered something really important and sucked in a breath. He looked at me in alarm.
I smiled, “Nothing’s wrong I just remembered something. I totally forgot to give wewe your wedding present!”
He tilted his head to the side, “Are wewe kidding me? Nessie I told wewe not to get me anything, wewe know I don’t have a lot of money.”
As he helped me out of the kuoga and handed me a towel I shot him a look.
“First of all wewe are filthy rich, my money is OUR money, wewe know that. sekunde of all I don’t care if wewe didn’t get me anything. I have everything that I want.” I let him wrap, upangaji pamoja the towel around me as he held me against his chest.
“I have everything that I want as well; I am so relieved that wewe are alright.”
“Seriously, Jake wewe really deserve this; especially after what I have put wewe through the past few weeks… aren’t wewe even remotely curious?” He grabbed another towel and started drying my hair but I could see the glint in his eyes and I knew that it was driving him crazy.
“Why don’t I get dressed and then we can go down to the karakana and look together…”
He narrowed his eyes at me, “Renesmee Black, what did wewe do?”
I shrugged, “well if wewe spend all afternoon drying my hair off wewe will never know…”
He snorted at my ambiguity, and then carried me back into the bedroom. Emily was in there changing the sheets on my bed.
She looked up and her face flushed, “Oh, I’m sorry guys; I just wanted to get wewe some clean bedding since wewe were taking a kuoga and everything.”
I smiled at her, “Thank wewe so much for everything Emily, I owe you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Nessie, I told wewe I would help you. I can never fully repay wewe for what wewe did for me and the boys.” I hugged her awkwardly from Jake’s arms and then she slipped out of the door, leaving me and Jake.
As he held me I took advantage of the close proximity that I had t his lips as I kissed him. He pulled back and stared at me before kissing me again and then he lay me down on the kitanda gently and helped me to dress. Amore must have collaborated with Aunt Alice; there was a brown maternity velour hoodie and matching pants with matching ballet flats. Not the typical outfit for Aunt Alice to pick for me and I was very relieved! I laughed as Jake blow dried my hair for me, the dryer looked so tiny in his immense hands, and he was so unsure of what to do. I put my hair up into a gppony, pony tail and then pulled him down to where I was sitting and kissed his cheek.
“Thank wewe I feel so much better now.”
He smirked, “I do too now wewe don’t stink anymore.”
I smacked him, “Be nice.”
He picked me up, cradling me lovingly, as he arranged his face into one of mock seriousness.
I giggled as he carried me down the stairs.