Oh. My. God. I looked at the calendar. My period was late. It explained everything: the fatigue, the cravings, and the nausea. I was pregnant. It was at that exact moment of realization that I felt three kicks, right after another. Triplets. I yanked up my shirt from over my stomach and there, plain as day, was a small but define bump. I went to touch it gently, and it was rock solid. For the first time since Ed-… he left me, I felt whole. I already loved these beautiful babies sooo much. I loved them more than you could ever tell.

It was then that I realized what was actually going on. I had to go away. Charlie couldn't see me like this. Not with babies like these. Beautiful, wonderful half-human half-vampire babies. I knew that I had to leave, but I couldn't just leave out of the blue. I had to stage my death, and as much as it would kill me, I could never see Charlie again. It then dawned on me. Jake. Jake could help me. He and the pack could at least help me out of town. Maybe even help me through the pregnancy, but that was pushing it.

I waddled, not wanting to injure my babies, quickly over to my truck and hopped in it, driving as fast as the car could go without breaking down on me to Billy's place. Jacob must have seen me from the window because as soon as I drove up he was jogging toward me. He came to help me out of the car, which I was grateful for because, even if he didn't know it, he was helping me keep my babies safe.

"Bella!" he exclaimed, trying to give me a bear hug. I pushed him back, and he looked hurt. I gave him a half-hearted smile, as if to say 'sorry', but didn't say anything.

"Jake, I need to tell you something, and I'm not sure how you will react," I sold him truthfully. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Okaaay," he said slowly, "I'll try not to overreact." I sighed. That was all I could ask for.

"Can we go somewhere else?" I asked him nervously. He nodded and led me into the woods. As soon as we were in the cover of the trees, he turned to look at me, an anxious look on his face.

"Okay, what is going on? Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. I took a deep breath. I chose my words carefully.

"Yeah, we are, for now." I said it very quietly. I had a feeling that this would not go well.

"Wait, did you say WE?" he asked, now on edge. I knew that I could not hold this off any longer.

"Jake, I'm pregnant. With Ed-Edward's babies." His face slowly turned red with rage.

"YOU'RE WHAT?" he roared, clearly not taking this well. I knew that he would calm down soon so I just stood there calmly, waiting for him to deflate.

"HE GOT YOU PREGNANT! THAT IDIOT! IS THAT WHY HE LEFT?" he yelled, cursing in-between sentences. I sighed.

"No, Jacob, I just found out, like, fifteen minutes ago," I stated. He took a couple of deep breaths after I said that and his shaking stopped until only his hands were trembling with anger. He then gave me a small, sheepish smile.

"Okay, I'm back. So, what are you going to do? And…wait… did you say babies, as in, more than one?" he asked, and I knew that he was hoping for a 'no'. I bit my lip.

"Yeah, I think that I am going to have triplets. And for the matter of what I was going to do, I need your help," I told him, internally crossing my fingers. He took a few deep breaths and finally smiled, his white teeth in contrast with his russet skin.

"I think I can help with that. Sam won't be happy, he may be even willing to get rid of the mutant spawn," I glared at him and he gave me a cheeky smile, like a child who knew that he had done something wrong but also knew he would never get punished for it, "but because I am the real alpha, I can do what ever I want!" He sounded like a child when he said that, so I couldn't help but giggle. He chuckled along with me, and I was glad that the tense atmosphere had let up.

"So, uh, any names?" he asked awkwardly. I smiled at his willingness to at least try to support me. He was an amazing friend. I immediately knew my little nudgers' names.

"Three girls: Renesmee, Elizabeth, or Carlie. Three boys: EJ, Anthony, or Mason," I said proudly. He looked confused.

"What are the names from?"

"Renesmee: Renee and Esme. Carlie: Carlisle and Charlie. Elizabeth: that was his mother's name. EJ: him and Jacob," he beamed when I said that he would possibly be a part of my babies' names, "Anthony: his middle name. And, last but not least, Mason: his last name as a human," I told him smugly. He was still happy that I was considering naming my baby boy after him. I think that that softened him up a little up.

We continued to talk a little more about my beautiful babies and then the conversation about Charlie came up.

"Bella, you know that you can't stay with Charlie while you are carrying his kids, right? You do get that, don't you?" he told me sternly. I sighed. I knew that I couldn't see Charlie again, but that didn't make it any less hard.

"Yeah, I know, but I am gonna miss him a lot," I confided in him. He smiled sadly and pulled me into a hug.

"I know," he said as tears started to silently roll down my face. But it was worth it for my babies. Soon I started to calm down and I was only sniffling. I gave him a tiny smile.

"Thank you, Jake, for everything," I told him earnestly. He grinned at me.

"No problem," he said, even though it was a huge problem for him.

I heard a howl in the distance and we stood up.

"Hey, I have to go, but I'll get you back to my house first, and DON'T MOVE!" he told me sternly. I huffed but didn't say anything and he took that as a 'fine'. He grinned. He walked me to the house and let me inside tossing me the remote to the TV as he walked out. I glared at his retreating figure. He could have hurt my babies! I watched TV for a good forty-five minutes, finding a cooking channel so that I could feed my babies. I was bored out of my mind, so that's what I kept telling myself.

Exactly ten minutes later, the door came flying open, with an angry Sam storming in. I protectively put a hand over my stomach and turned it the other way, trying to shield them from danger. Jacob walked in, grinning from ear to ear. Sam went in the corner and glared at me, obviously not happy. I was confused, big time. Jacob came over and casually put an arm over my shoulders, and I hugged into his side, worrying about my babies the whole time. What was going on?

"Okay, here's the deal. You can stay in La Push while you are pregnant, so that we can keep an eye on you're health and you're babies," Jake told me. Translation: you're staying here so that after the babies are born, we can see if we can kill them or not. I didn't mind, though. They would see that my babies would be harmless and then we would all be fine. I hope.