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Rosalie POV

Chapter 1

God, I hated Forks.

Why did Carlisle insist on returning here? Was I the only one present when we were threatened by those dogs? Thank goodness it would be at least another decade of renovations before Esme would allow the family to live in the old house. For now she was just surveying the estate. Hopefully some stalling could delay the move further.

A sound from the road caught my attention, and I turned. There was a screeching of tires. Someone was pushing the brakes, but there was resistance. It must be the icy roads. They twisted and bended too, so much that accidents were far too common. Someone screamed. It sounded like girls. Mere children.

I broke into a sprint towards the sound. The road was a few miles away, but I could still hear the sounds of screams. The car was off the road now and rolling down the hill. It was coming apart and glass shattered. The screams were becoming muffled and turned to choking. I sped up.

I followed the rising smoke to a flaming car. I couldn't run in because I would be ashes before I could help those girls. There were no more screams. I hoped they passed out from the smoke before they burned. It was all I could do for them now. I turned to leave before any humans arrived.

The falling snow was quenching the fire with a sizzling noise. It was the only sound other than a loud cry. My ears perked up, every sense alive. It was a baby's cry! How could tiny lungs survive so much smoke? No, the sound wasn't coming from the car. It was coming from higher up on the hill. I walked up and found a small blue bundle.

Inside was a beautiful baby boy, he seemed to be only a few weeks old, still wearing his hospital bracelet on a tiny, russet wrist. His mother must have thrown him out the window. It was a dumb risk unless he survived...

I had to make that happen. I scooped up the freezing child, and ran back to the house. The sooner I could find him warmth the better. I prayed to whoever was up there that my arms were some relief from the snow. I looked down to see him better. He had stopped wailing but there were tears coming out of his squeezed shut eyes. I tried to comfort him until I reached the house.

My family was waiting for me outside. I ran right to Carlisle.

"Please, help him." Before I handed him to Carlisle, I ripped off the bracelet and hid it in my fist. Carlisle nodded and headed inside with Esme following him. I looked to my siblings. Alice seemed to be lost in confusion. Jasper held his breath. I gave him a look that said sorry. Emmett put an arm around my shoulder and squeezed me. Edward, for once, seemed to have sparked some interest in his eyes. He used that to give me a disapproving look. I looked away from him and went into the house. It was so dusty in here. I hoped that wouldn't hurt the baby.

"Rosalie?" Carlisle called. He and Esme had the boy wrapped in an electric blanket, "His temperature is improving. Where did you find him?"

I hesitated. If I told Carlisle the truth, he would notify his real family, or what was left of it. I saved this child, and I was not going to give him up. He was mine now.

"His family died in a car crash. They were dead before I could help, except for his mother. She asked me to take him in. He was a few yards away. I think she threw him out of the car," I lied to my adoptive father. It wasn't 100% false though. The mom had somewhat told me to take him by saving his life. Well, she was telling somebody, at least.

Luckily, Carlisle accepted the story. The baby looked up at us, calm now. His eyes were dark brown and beautiful. I couldn't resist bending down to the basket Carlisle had him in and making baby talk. Esme smiled and offered a pale finger for him to wrap his tiny fingers around.

Carlisle looked at his wife's adoring face and into my pleading eyes. Alice bent down next to me to give him the same look. I never took her for the maternal type.

"What do you see, Alice?" Carlisle asked.

Her fairy face scrunched up in confusion and annoyance. "It's odd. No matter how hard I concentrate, I cannot see the little one's future. And when I look at ours, it disappears too."

We all looked at her, pondering this. Edward was the first to speak up, "Maybe he has a gift, a shield against your power."

I smiled at the child in the basket, "Hear that sweet? You're gifted!" I laughed happily and the boy smiled at the sound, "Only a few weeks old, and you're already amazing."

My sister and mother made the same baby talk, Alice's a little spiteful, "You think you can already fool Auntie Alice, little punk?" I laughed with a new joy.

"Can we please keep him, Carlisle?" all the girls said.

Alice added, "Even if it makes me blind as a bat!"

Carlisle looked to our faces than to Jasper's pained expression. Jasper tried to smile, for Alice, but Carlisle frowned. Meanwhile, everyone else was entertaining the baby. He was confused by so many people demanding his attention.

Edward was looking at the boy with an inquisitive expression, but the baby gave him a smirk which made even Edward Sourpuss grin. Emmett always wanted a son and was entertaining the child with peek-a-boo. After so many boring decades, this baby had sparked so much life. No matter what Carlisle said, the child had already wrapped the Cullens around his little fingers.

"Alright, if it was really what the mother wanted," Carlisle decided with a look to Edward.

I wanted to punch the air, I was beyond elated. My dream of motherhood was really coming true. I wanted to cry of happiness. Esme leaped up and kissed her husband. I jumped at him with a hug. He was surprised but hugged back, happy to make me happy. I scooped up the baby and cradled him to my chest.

"You get to stay!" I cooed.

"What shall we call him though?" Alice said. My hand went to my pocket. The hospital bracelet. I knew his name.

"He could get cold," I said, "I think we have some spare blankets in the attic, right Esme?" I had to read the bracelet alone.

She nodded, and I climbed the stairs. In the attic, I crouched under the slanted ceiling. What would I call my son? I whispered the name on the hospital bracelet in the dark.

"Jacob Black"

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