《The Newborn》Chapter 42
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After being left alone, Novalee walks back home. Everyone but Marcus and Jacob are there. Nova sighs as she walks inside, Jasper walks up and he gives her a tender kiss on the lips; the two of them smile at each other as Jasper pulls away.
"You smell like the wolves," Jasper points out.
"I was in La Push," Novalee says. "I wanted to say hello. I am still an imprint."
"An imprint and a mate," Carlisle says as he comes down the stairs, chuckling. "That's interesting. Does Aro know?"
"He didn't, but then he read my mind," Novalee says. "Those guys were great to me during pregnancy."
"Mom," Emma chirps but then she suddenly gets a hot flash. "Mom? What's wrong with me? I, suddenly very hot."
"Crap," Novalee grumbles. "Carlisle, can you call Sam? Emma's about to phase, and have him call Embry." Novalee rushes over to her daughter. "Come with me now."
Emma walks with her mom slowly and she gasps with sudden pain. Nova is quick to catch her before she collapses in the backyard, Sam's wolf and Embry show up and Embry looks worried. Emma's biologically his sister, even if his imprint did adopt her.
"She's phasing?" Embry asks.
"She's eighteen," Sam says as he comes from the woods after changing back. "It's time. At least it isn't from vampire problems. No offense, Nova."
"None taken," Novalee replies. "It's okay, Emma."
"Just embrace the pain," Sam urges Emma. "Let the pain in."
"I can't!" Emma says through clenched teeth.
"You have to!" Sam yells at her, Embry stays quiet. "Or else you ain't survive this! You have to let the pain in, Emma."
Obeying, Emma let's the pain take over and she screams as some of her bones break. Emma falls to her to her hands and her knees, crying in agony as another bone breaks.
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"The first change is always the most painful," Sam tells her in a caring voice, surprising Emma. "The others, you can do it fast. Get yourself angry or think of it. But now, you have to embrace the pain."
Emma screams as the Cullen's listen from inside, Leah and Marcus arrive. Marcus and Novalee meet each other's eyes. He walks over and he wraps his mother in a hug, Leah smiles.
"There we go," Sam urges as Emma's bones break. "You're almost there, Emma."
Suddenly, it isn't Emma and in her place stands a grey wolf that stands at Embry's height. Emma looks around, and she panics.
"Easy, Emma," Sam says and then he phases, and then Embry does.
"She made it," Marcus smiles.
"I knew she would," Novalee states. "Emma's strong."
"Like Embry is," Marcus says. "But he... Um... Embry proposed to Jenna."
"That's awesome," Novalee says. "I love Jasper. And I miss my son."
Marcus looks down at his mother, who is a whole foot beneath him. He's 6'4" and Novalee is 5'4".
"You've got me," Marcus says as he keeps an arm around Novalee, Leah phases amd she joins Sam, Embry, and the newly phased Emma in the woods. "I'm here."
"It was a good call calling Sam and Embry," Emmett tells Nova as she enters the house again.
"I know," Novalee says. "I'm a vampire, not a wolf. They knew more. Sam's alpha and Embry's her blood."
Marcus kisses Novalee on the cheek before going up to the kitchen, where he finds Renesme.
"Hey," Nessie greets him with a smile. "I'm glad you're spending the day with your mom. Nova's missed you."
"I know she has," Marcus replies as he sits at the counter. "I've missed her, too." He sees Nessie going to the freezer. "What're you makin' us?"
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Renesme looks at the other person like her and she smiles. "You'll just have to wait and see, Marcus Morningstar."
Marcus smirks as he walks around the counter. "Let me help you cook, cousin."
"Fine!" Nessie groans and tells him what she's making, so hat Marcus can help.
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Novalee and Jasper sit downstairs in the foyer, at the piano. She plays the Chello song as Edward okays the actual chello. Edward actually likes playing music with Nova. Marcus and Nessie go down when they get their food done, and sit on the couch to watch.
Edward and Novalee play well in sync, smiling and Novalee's eyes are closed. When she's into the music, she closes her eyes. That's how one can tell when she's really into the music she's playing. Nova has always been a piano player.
"Your mom's amazing," Nessie coos. "You should hear my dad in the piano. He's good, too."
"Your dad probably grew up playing," Marcus says. "My mom learned in Italy when she moved there at fifteen. She played four years, and played for like three more here then for the next seven in Volterra. Aro adored listening to her play." Marcus smiles. "Then to decided take up playing am instrument and chose the guitar."
Novalee starts another piano tune, Cannon in D. Edward is playing along side with her as Bella enters the house. She hasn't heard her husband play anything in ages. Carlisle and Esme freeze in their tracks as they come in, seeing Edward on a violin, playing again but with Novalee. This is the pairs actual first time playing together.
Alice is hunting and comes tonthe yard, when she hears the music, she turns to the woods and sees Emmett. The pair smile at each other. They got married three years ago. They were together over four years when Emmett finally proposed, and the wedding was like wonderland. It was magnificent. Emily was raising her four year old child at the time, Jackson.
After finishing up the song, Novalee and Marcus go upstairs and they snuggle up on the second story living room couch. The two haven't bonded much since they came to Forks. But he's thankful to be playing with her on a stage at Jacob and Nessie's wedding. Alice and Renesme are set on them playing, mother and son musical act.
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