Summary: We all know about what happened after Renesmee was born, but what if Bella gave birth to not only Nessie, but the son she had dreamt about as well.
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, not me.
Prologue
Bella's POV
'He's almost here.' I thought. This was the most incredibly painful thing I had to do. But I had to get through it, for his sake. It was then that I heard a cry, a baby's cry, my baby's cry.
"Renesmee." Edward said. So it wasn't the boy I had dreamt about, but she was still mine. All of a sudden the pain of labor came back. Something than none of us expected. It wasn't one, but two babies. It made plenty of sense; my baby wouldn't be the same as other babies. She would need someone there to understand her, someone that would be going through the same things as her. She would have a sibling, a twin. It was better than what I had hoped for. I could now hear another baby's cry. "It's a boy!" Edward exclaimed.
"Andrew." I whispered. I had given birth to a beautiful girl, and a hansom boy. "Let me hold them." I whispered. Edward placed them in my arms. The first one I glanced at was Andrew; he had my eyes, but Edward's hair. He had a small heartbeat, and his cheeks had a blush to them. I then felt a purge of pain, and my children were taken out of my grasp. No! Give them back! I tried to shout. Things soon went black.