A/N: I have no idea what I am doing. My grammar probably sucks, along with the story line. I just couldn't contain story idea in my head. please bear with me. also, I do not own characters in the story. just the idea. Stephenie Meyer owns all.
Prologue.
"Jacob, can you come her please?" I asked.
Jake complied and followed me into our bedroom with a worried look on his face.
"Look, I know you love changing into a werewolf and all that, but, we have kids now and there is no reason for vampires to come back. The Volturi think I am dead and Victoria is gone. There is no more reason to worry."
"But Bells, you know I can't leave the pack. I finally made it to alpha position. What good is it to be alpha if you can't change into a wolf with your pack? It's not right, there's this bond we get when we all change, one that we don't experience if we were to go out golfing or shooting. You really can't expect me to change that can you?"
"Just, think about it, for me and the sake of our kids?" I motioned to our twins, Jason and Jill, who lay sleeping in their cribs.
"If you can't give it up now, will you by the time their three? I mean, I'll be twenty-five by then and I really don't want to be the one aging while you are eternally young." I spat out the last part. It was that or losing control over my emotions. When I thought about some one being forever young, I couldn't help but think of the Cullen's. Yes, I moved on, for the most part. I just couldn't help but think of them every now and then with equal emotion of hurt and disgust.
"Fine. I'll stop changing in three years, I'll also get the others to as well. Their all married or engage by now and the women probably feel the same way..." He said with a sigh.
"Thanks Jake," I quickly kissed him on the lips, "you have no idea
how much that means to me."
