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Fighting for Hope
Jake ran down the abandoned, dim-lit rue and stopped in front of a classically-styled Venetian accueil with white pillars. The door was unlocked, so Jake rushed inside. Everyone was quietly waiting in the family room at the back of the house. Bella and Chloe were safely with the Cullens again, nervous to know what was up. “Carlisle, she’s in trouble!” Carlisle couldn’t have run any faster to Jake’s side. His doctor senses switched on immediately as he examined Summer. He touched the two holes on her slender neck. Jake was positive Carlisle and the Cullens would have let a tear ou two stroll down their cheeks, if they had the ability to cry. “Aro did this?” Carlisle inquired. “Yes,” Jake angrily replied, “but he’s gone now. Forever, finally.” Esme and Rosalie glanced at each other, fear hidden in their eyes. How was the Volturi going to respond to their head elder being killed? Carlisle didn’t have the time to worry about that now, though. “Come, Jacob.” Carlisle motioned for Jacob to follow him into an office down the hall, “Edward, come help me also, please.” Edward willingly followed Carlisle and Jake through the room’s large French doors.
Carlisle shut the doors and pulled the curtains. The l’espace resembled a small operating room. There was an operating table, tableau in the middle, an IV sitting in the corner, and a counter filled with medical utensils and fluids in the other corner. “Lay her here, Jacob.” Carlisle smoothed the white sheets on haut, retour au début the table. Jake gently laid Summer down. “Okay,” Carlisle let out a worried sigh, “we need to focus on delivering this baby first.” Edward’s eyebrows furrowed, “How do toi suggest we do that, Carlisle? Her skin is impenetrable for medical objects.” Carlisle stroked Summer’s forehead, “I can inject a liquid into the holes made in her neck. It will shock her out of the pain for approximately twenty minutes.” He ran his hand along her stomach, “If the venom wasn’t keeping her unconscious, she would have already been in labor. This baby is ready to be born; she simply needs to regain consciousness for a while.” Jake was eager to help Summer in any way possible, and although Edward wasn’t thrilled about delivering a baby, he wanted his sister safe. “Let’s do it then, Carlisle.” Jake asserted impatiently. Edward pitched in, “Tell us what toi need done and we’ll be right on it.”
Carlisle smiled at them, “Thank toi so much, boys. Jacob, hand me that jar of pale rose liquid on the counter. Edward, wheel the IV over here.” Jake popped open the jar and Edward held the IV stand steady for Carlisle to pour in the liquid. Carlisle decided to lighten the mood, “It’s a good thing Summer’s unconscious for this. She absolutely hates needles.” They all chuckled. Carlisle set the flow for the medication and pricked the needle into one of the holes, “We need to give the fluid about a minute to work.” Jake held onto Summer’s hand and kissed it, “You’ll be fine, sweetheart. I give toi my word.” Edward put his hand on Jacob’s shoulder. It was the first time he and Jake had truly accepted each other, pushing aside their spiteful feelings. After the secondes flew by, Summer’s eyes gradually fluttered open. Carlisle beamed, “Summer, how are toi feeling?” Summer groaned and let out a light laugh, “I’m in the worst pain I’ve ever encountered.” She whispered softly. She turned her head to look at Jake and smiled, “You’re safe.” Jake’s lips twitched into a frown, “Me? Look at yourself, Summer. Look at what he did to you.” “Jake, calm down.” Summer soothed, “Aro’s gone now, and, toi a dit so yourself, I will live.” “Yes, toi will Summer,” Edward chimed in. He kissed her nose like a big brother would to his little sister, “we’ll get toi out of this mess.”
Not long after, the labor pains kicked in. Summer had no clue what was going on just yet. She squeezed Jake’s hand, “Carlisle, what’s happening?” She sounded terrified. Carlisle felt her stomach, “You’re baby’s ready for birth, honey. The shocking fluid I gave toi won’t last too long, so we need to hurry.” Summer bit her lower lip. She hated giving birth. This was definitely not something she saw coming, “Alright. I’m ready when toi are.” Her voice was shaky from fright. Jake noticed, “I’m not going anywhere, love.” “Thank you.” She mouthed. Carlisle called to Edward from behind his back, “Edward, tell your mother to come in here.” Edward swiftly walked out to find Esme. Carlisle slipped on some latex gloves. He grinned down at his daughter, “I hope toi don’t find it awkward that your father is delivering your child.” Summer giggled, “Of course not! I prefer toi over any other doctor.” She got into a comfortable position. Esme strolled into the room and hugged Summer tightly. “Ready, dear?” Carlisle asked. Summer nodded. Esme helped Summer keep her composure and evenly divide the pain into different intervals. Summer was overjoyed when she heard the cries of her tiny newborn. Carlisle handed the baby to Esme, and she wrapped it snuggly in a downy blanket. Jake kissed her sweetly, “You did it.” Summer wiped away her sweat with a hand towel, anxious to see her baby. Esme bent over to give Summer the newborn, “Congratulations, Summer and Jacob.” She gleamed with a radiant smile, “It’s a baby boy.” Summer coddled the baby in her arms. She looked up at Jake, “He’s precious, honey, our own baby boy.” The baby was chubby, slightly pale with rosy red cheeks, glistening golden eyes, supple fatty skin, and light brown hair. He suddenly smiled when he took in Jake and Summer’s faces, making him giggle happily. “Would toi like to hold him?” Summer offered to Jake. Jake put out his arms, and Summer placed the baby with his true father.
“What will we name him, sweets?” Jake inquired happily. He glanced at his soon-to-be wife and his new son. Summer thought for a moment, “Hmm…what about Anakin? It Suits – Avocats sur Mesure his personality well, since it means warrior.” Everyone in the room laughed. Jake heartily agreed, “Anakin it is, then.” Summer tilted her head to the side, “I’m still confused about one thing, though.” “What’s that, sweetie?” Esme asked. “Why is his hair light brown, if Aro and I both have dark brown hair?” Esme pondered it for a moment, “Truthfully, I have no logical answer to that,” she admitted, “but, toi know what they say.” Summer shook her head. Esme continued, “People with light brown hair are destined for greatness.” Summer beamed, “Then I guess we’ll have high expectations for Ani.” “The name Anakin only reminds me of one thing,” Edward interrupted with a smirk, “Star Wars.” Jake and Summer tickled their jovial son. “Our little Jedi Master.” Summer remarked. “He’s probably hungry. We should feed him some blood through a bottle.” Carlisle suggested. Esme nodded, “I’ll send Emmett and Jasper on a quick hunting run.” “I’m sure the rest of the family are impatiently waiting to see little Anakin. Why don’t we introduce him to everyone?” Carlisle advised. Summer hadn’t paid attention to it before, but the venom was wearing out the medication in her body. She realized the infuriating pain was increasing rather rapidly. Carlisle noticed the shift in Summer’s disposition, “You all go on ahead,” he asserted, “I want to do a little plus examination on Summer.” Jake’s pained expression met hers, “Would toi like me to stay with you?” “No, no, hun,” Summer opposed, “I’ll be fine.” Jake doubted that, but he made a mental note to come back shortly. They all left the room, except Carlisle and Summer. Summer laid onto her back again and sighed, “When will this stop, Carlisle?” Carlisle felt Summer’s forehead with his palm, “Your body temperature is growing colder.” A frown clouded his face, “It’s hard for me to say this, but I told toi there is a fifty percent chance toi may die when instilled with another’s venom.” Die, now?! Summer could barely stand the thought. She had just donné birth, already had a four an old daughter, was engaged to Jake, and recently united with her family. Even though he was dead, Aro was still wrecking her life. Her anger at last overflowed, resulting in a rush of pinned back tears. Carlisle pulled her into a warm, fatherly embrace, “You’ll be fine, angel. I am your father now, and a father always protects his daughter from everything, including death.” His words brought her comfort, but the dwelling pain reminded her of the risks at stake. Would she be forced to leave her l’amour alone forever, and her children motherless? Venom was truly a cruel, unpredictable villain.
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