Disclaimer: This goes for the whole story, this is a FANfiction. I do not own Twilght. It belongs to the lovely Stephenie Meyer.

This is a kind of short chapter, but it is just a necesary introduction.

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The night was cold, dark with a slight ominous feeling being carried in the wind. It had been storming for the past 2 hours while Katherine was in labor. London in the year 1643 wasn't the best time for child birth but Katherine knew she could do it for the precious child in her womb, she could do anything for her soon-to-be son and loving husband. She would survive, in some form.......

Pain. Hurt. Misery. Awe. Adoration. All thoughts swarmed her head in a new feeling, a wonderful brand new feeling. Something that had always been there, never having a reason to come out. Yes, that feeling was always there covered by things more important at the time. But they weren't. Nothing was more important then this. It dominated every cell in Katherine's body, wrapping every bone with its warmth and belonging. The feeling was new and exhilarating, like a child taking a step for the first time, or the feel of springs fresh rain drizzling on your face. There was only one word to describe the beautiful sensation now uncovered in her body, Motherhood.

A high pitched scream pierced the nearly deafening silence in the room. The cry shocked the three, now four people in the room. This new wail was a big difference from the labored pants that echoed through the room before. William Cullen hurried and looked up to the doctor holding his new child.

"Boy," Dr. Westly gruffed as he quickly cut the umbilical cord connecting the child to its mother. Westly was not a pleasant man, his father forced him to apprentice the local doctor hoping he could be successful. By all means he hated his job he only did it for the money and his old man's pride. He softly handed the boy to the mothers weak arms as her husband rushed over towards his new family. Westly smiled, he did have a soft spot for children.

William was a fairly rich man, being a pastor of the church, and was one of the few people wealthy enough to hire a doctor. He would do anything for his wife. Everyday it was as if his love her her grew stronger. When he found out of the baby he was overjoyed beyond belief. He was getting everything he ever wanted in life.

Pushing his thoughts aside Will looked at his son for the first time. He had a soft small head, with just a little bit of golden fuzz sporting on the top. His eyes were closed, and his nose scrunched up in the cutest way possible. His little fists were clenched but he held a somewhat calm aura about him.

"He is a fine young lad," exclaimed the doctor, "You can expect great things to come out of him."

William smiled. It was true, the boy seemed as if he held some great quality about him.

"I am very proud," he said as he reached over to give the doctor a handshake. William beamed as he watched the doctor pack up his stuff.

Suddenly, a sound of pure agony came from the corner. Will dashed to his wife as she screamed in pain. "Carlisle," she murmered in a ragged whisper. Her sound was cut short as she sucked in a loud gasping breath, the room was then silent.

Westly slowly walked over with a grim expression on. He firmly grabbed the womans wrist checking for a pulse. He was not surprised when he felt none, most women do not survive the process of bringing a child into the world. He quickly ordered the maid to grab a mirror. He would not lose hope, most likely. When she returned he held up the mirror the her mouth waiting for her breath to fog it up. He waited for a few moments before he decided to break the news. This was his least favorite part of the job, telling people that their loved ones would not return.

Just as Westly was about to open his mouth a sob broke through Williams. "Why!?" he demanded. "Why," he said once again in a sad whisper. Suddenly angry he lashed out on the doctor, "Is there a point in life when the young die when their lives have just started? How can God be so cruel? Why me?!" He continued sobbing as he heart brokenly stared at his deceased wife.

"Pastor Wiliaml, of all people you should know that there are reasons for everything that happens in our world. If Katherine was meant to die then so be it." William turned away from the man disgusted with a scowl on his face. The doctor sighed, cleared his throat than continued, "Everyone has a purpose in their life. Maybe your wifes was just to bring this beautiful young boy to the world. After her objective was completed maybe she did not want to stay in this mortal world. This boy could accomplish much more than we think. He could be the cause of a turnabout making this world a better place to live."

Defeated Will pondered his son. There was a superior feeling he had when he looked at his teeny face. There was something about the way he carried himself that he couldn't quite place. Even in his misery he couldn't help but smile at the precious bundle he held in his arms. He knew Katherine would not want him to be a downer, sulking in her absence. She would want him to be happy and be the best father he could be. An he knew he would, and he would do it with a big smile on his face.

"Carlisle," he murmured, toying with the name. It was a fine name, but it held such painful memories. He wouldn't go against his wifes dying wish. Nothing could describe his feelings as he sat on his bed with with his broken, beautiful, and new family.

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