Disclaimer: I don't own anything that appears in the Twilight series. All rights go to Stephanie Meyer.

Against my conscience, I have decided to start a new story. I just couldn't hold it in anymore. Knowing my annoying updating habits, you'll know that now updates for individual stories are going to be few and far between. Anyhow, you'll have to bear with me…

I looked at the sleeping woman beside me, and sighed. I knew what I had to do, even if I didn't like it. So I leant down and kissed her soft lips, and then pecked her stomach that was just barely swollen. I got up, and went to the drawer of our small bedroom, and took the small picture lying on the corner of the lovely woman that was currently sleeping behind me. Tucking it gently into my shirt pocket, I gave one last look at the real beauty behind me. Then, with tears in my eyes, I walked out the room, and out the cottage. I was going to the war. I'd finally do what I always want to do, except I didn't want to go anymore. I wanted to stay behind with my lovely fiancée, and never leave her side. But I had to go. For the money. So I could finally support us, and our baby. Baby. That was really the only reason I was going. I was poor, but I could get us by. But the third person was the one that really mattered. I couldn't pay for the fees of all three of us. So I was going to the war, which would probably last for less than a year. And then I could return with the money that would finally allow us the luxuries that we wanted. So I would be brave, and trudge on. And I knew that I had nothing to lose, because no matter what, that lovely woman would always stay loyal to me.