Hello! Okay, I'm trying my hand at a Jasper story, so I'm gonna need the feedback! I hope you guys like it, it's a little sad but happy soooo let's just get on with it! I hope you guys like it!

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Rain sprinkled softly on the windsheild of my black Nisan Altima as I passed the 'Welcome to Forks, WA' sign on the side of the road. I glanced around, keeping my focus mainly on the road as took in the scenery. There was green everywhere, and it calmed me to see all the nature this town provided.

A small whine made me glance into the back seat of my car where a pink and gray car seat was strapped in. In the car seat was a nine month old baby girl with a head full of chocolate brown hair in two ponytails dressed in a pink long sleaved onesie and gray pants, white socks adorning her small feet.

I smiled softly at my baby girl, Willow. Turning my attention back to the road, I made my way to my new home. It only took me another ten minutes to get there, and I pulled up in front of a cozy two story house, painted a dark blue with white shutters on the windows and a white wrap around porch. I pulled up in the driveway and sighed, leaning back in my seat to collect my thoughts.

I guess I should explain what's going on, and why I'm here with a baby girl at the age of seventeen. I was fifteen when I met my first boyfriend, Jeff. He was head of the soccor team at my highschool in Newport, RI. I was a freshman and he was a junior. He started giving me attention, and coming from a broken family living with a alcoholic mother, I took to it immediately.

It was going great, he was sweet and caring, always taking me out to dinner and the movies, talking on the phone with me late at night until I fell asleep. It was only a matter of time before I found myself in bed with him taking my virginity. We were still good after that, he didn't jet right away.

It was only about a month later when I missed my period that things got rough. He started avoiding me and he stopped taking me out. Eventually he told me that he couldn't handle being a father and that I should take care if it. He tried to convince me why an abortion would be the better option but I barely listened to him as he spoke. When I refused he told me it was over, and hasn't spoke to me since.

It was at my first doctor's appointment that I learned that I was not only going to be a mother to one, I was going to be a mother to twins. I was very happy, I started to work part time save money for everything I would need. My mother was furious, she didn't speak to me for three weeks.

It wasn't until I was six months pregnant that she finally came around. She showed up at one of my doctor's appointments randomly and cried when she saw the twins on the sonogram machine.

My babies were born a few months after my birthday sixteenth on April 12th, at 9:27pm. It was the happiest moment of my life. A little girl and a little boy. Willow and Jayden Parker. I stayed home for a few months, continuing to keep up with my school work online, and everything was going great. I had hired a babysitter, as I didn't fully trust my mother to watch them with her drinking problem.

It was when they had just turned seven months when I got called into work in the evening by my boss, promising to pay me overtime if I came in, that my life crumbled. I couldn't get ahold of my regular babysitter, and my mother begged me to let her watch them. She had only had a glass of wine with lunch, and she seemed fine, so I let her watch them.

I had been at work for four hours when I got the call. Jayden had tried to crawl down the stairs and tumbled down from the top. I rushed to the hospital and met my mom, who stank of vodka. Apparently she had taken a few shots to calm her nerves and she had dozed off when Jayden was still on the floor of her bedroom. I screamed at her, lashed out, and cried. I hated her, I really did.

I sat with my son who was on life support for three days until his organs started to shut down and I made the decision to pull the plug. I only had to stay at my mom's house for two more months to get everything settled to leave. I told her I wouldn't press charges on her if she agreed to let me move to the house she had bought it Forks to stay at some summers. She loved small towns but the city had better paying jobs.

So after two months of getting everything I needed, having the movers take most of her stuff to the house in forks, calling ahead and getting a job and daycare in forks, and registering for Fork's High School, I was here.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I turned the car off and stepped out into the light drizzle. After getting Willow out of the car and rushing up to the front porch, I unlocked the door and stepped inside.

The living room to the right was spacious with a large slate gray L-shaped couch and a large flat screen tv. There was hard wood floor throughout the house, except in the kitchen. The kitchen was off of the living room, a bar counter separating them. It was done it black and gray with stainless steel appliances. My mother may be an alcoholic but she was a successfull Defense Attorney, and made plently of money, so the house was pretty nice.

A cry cut me out of my observings, making me smile. I sat her car seat on the couch and unbuckled her, pulling her out into my arms. She looked at me and smiled, touching my face as I positioned her on my hip.

"Hello my love, did you have a night nap? Welcome to our new home. We'll have a fresh start." I said to her, walking into the kitchen. I sat her in her pink and gray high chair, opening the fridge. I thought ahead and planned accordingly, so I paid a lady to stock the kitchen and decorate the rooms.

After heating up some mushy food for Willow and feeding her, I gave her a bath. I let her play with her toys for a while before getting her out and dressing her in purple feetie pajamas with pink hearts all over them.

"Alright Willow, it's time to go to bed. We'll be going to the school tomorrow to turn in all the paperwork. And then the next day you get to start daycare while I start school." I said as I laid her down in her white crib. Like her car seat and high chair, the room was done in soft pink and gray. The walls were painted gray with a white carpet, pink cotton curtains, and a white toy chest. Her bedding also matched with pink and gray.

I covered her up and smoothed her wet hair back, smiling a I sang to her. It only took her a few minutes to fall asleep, and I smiled to myself as I left the room. I made it to my own room, and looked around. My room was done up in navy blue and gray.

The walls were gray, just like Willow's room, with navy curtains and a white carpet. The queen sized bed had navy bedding, the dresser was gray, and there was a smaller flat screen sitting on top of it. All my clothes were put away and everything was in place.

Sitting down on my bed, I felt the depression creeping up on me. I sighed, rubbing my face as I layed down on my back trying to calm my frantic heart. I was fine as long as I had Willow with my, but the minute we were apart, I came undone. Tears welled in my eyes as I glanced at my bedside table where a picture of Jayden sat right beside one of Willow.

Grabbing it, I held it to my chest as I choked on my sobs, trying not to wake my daughter. I couldn't deal with his death still, it had only been two months. I felt like my life had totally come crashing down the minute I got that phone call. I loved Willow and I would hold myself together as long as she was around but by myself I just couldn't let myself smile.

Finally calming down, I stared at the picture for a few more minutes. He had dark brown hair as well, looking just like his sister. They only had one difference and it was their eyes. Willow had a light blue eye color like her father, while Jayden had gotten my bright green eyes. Sighing, I sat the picture back in it's place as I stood up. Deciding to take a shower, I grabbed some clothes and made my way to the bathroom.

After my 20 minute shower, I dressed in a pair of silk black shorts and a matching silk tank top. After checking on Willow, I decided I wasn't hungry so I crawled into bed and shut my eyes, burrowing into the blanket. I layed there praying that tomorrow went smoothly and that this was the right choice for me and my daughter.

With that last thought, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, my hand streched accross the bed to rest on the edge of the bedside table right in front of the picture of Jayden.