A/N: Okay so I know there are a lot of stories like this but I had to make my own. I hope everyone likes it and if not I will more than happily stop writing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I will not say this again it goes for my entire story.

EPOV:

I'm a single dad of a six month old son and a four year old daughter. I am a widower. My wife died after the birth of my son, she started to hemorrhage and the doctors were not able to stop the bleeding. I've been going to therapy for the past six months. Waking up on your own with a baby each night and a four year old in the morning was not easy. Thankfully Noah has started sleeping through the night. Marissa is a morning person and I was too until now.

Tanya was a wonderful woman. Noah looks a lot like her but he has my hair. Marissa looks like me but has her mother's hair and eyes. Beautiful strawberry blonde hair and gorgeous ocean blue eyes. Noah and I have bronze hair that is completely untamable and have emerald green eyes. I got my eyes from my mother, Esme. My hair color came from her but I am not sure about the wildness.

Jasper, my therapist, has told me to keep pictures of Tanya up so the kids will know her. Marissa will remember her and Noah will at least be able to see her. I can see how that would help. I fully intend to let them know they were her world, our world. Everything she did was for them. She wanted more children but after Marissa we had some trouble getting pregnant. When we finally were able she was elated, we both were. Her pregnancy with Marissa was flawless, as was the delivery. She was in labor a total of fourteen hours and finally gave in after twelve and had an epidural contrary to what she wanted. I begged her to have one.

With Noah, her pregnancy was hell. She started to bleed around fifteen weeks and we went to the hospital. She was going into early labor and it was still early enough to stop the labor and be put on bed rest. She also had to have a cerclage put in, which is a stitch in her cervix to keep it from dilating. At thirty four weeks she went into labor anyway and they had to take it out because the medicine would not stop her labor. She was in labor for a little over seventeen hours. Noah was four pounds six ounces and eighteen and a half inches long. She was able to see him before she passed out from the bleeding and they whisked him away to the NICU. They made me leave the room and I broke down.

I sat for four hours running back and forth between the NICU and the waiting room. They had given me a pager for when they were done but I still kept asking the nurse, just in case. When they finally came out I immediately asked how it went and when I could see her. My mind would not believe she wouldn't be alive when they came back.

"I am terribly sorry, Mr. Cullen, but your wife did not make it." The doctor said.

"What do you mean didn't make it? You're lying! Where is she?" I screamed at the doctor.

"I'm sorry but I am not lying. You may have some time to say your final goodbye before she is sent to the morgue." The doctor tried to rub my arm and I dropped to my knees.

I screamed and cried on the floor for what seemed like hours in the private waiting room. Noah had been stabilized and I knew for a fact he was fine. His lungs were only a few weeks immature. He had been a little farther along than we thought but he was still under five pounds so had to be in the NICU until he gained a little weight.

I was told to come with the doctor to say my goodbye to my wife before the funeral. I followed silently behind the doctor to the room I had left her in. She had been covered with a new white sheet and the floor around her had been cleaned up. They had brushed her hair out of her face and she looked like she was sleeping. She was pale and when I touched her hand she was cold. Silent tears came then. I wasn't sure how I was still crying after I cried so much. I told her I would take care of Marissa and Noah, a promise to her and them. She had no family left to tell except her grandmother, Charlotte and I would have to call her in the morning.

My parents, who were at my home with my beautiful four year old daughter, loved my wife dearly. I knew they would be devastated. I stayed in the room with her for as long as I could and then when told to leave, made my way back to see my beautiful newborn son. I was glad we bought preemie clothes just in case. He was the smallest baby I had ever seen. Marissa had been seven pounds four ounces and she was twice the size of him, she already had a small layer of fat and poor Noah was so tiny, I was scared to hold him.

He had wires attached to his chest and a heart monitor beeping quietly beside his clear plastic bed. There was a small mat in the bottom with a sheet covering it. I started to cry again for him, for me, for Marissa, for everything. I had no idea what to say to Marissa who had just turned four. I knew she would understand to an extent but it wouldn't really hit home until nighttime when Mommy wouldn't be in to read her a story before bed.

I had called the next morning and let Tanya's grandmother know and called my parents. They instantly knew something was wrong with me and a broke down again to their questions. They thought at first it was Noah. I couldn't speak coherently and just cried for a few minutes. I collected myself long enough to tell them about Tanya and what happened.

My mother made the funeral arrangements and the next few weeks were the hardest. We buried her at the Oak Memorial Cemetery in Forks, Washington. We had eventually packed all of her things and put them into the attic. I couldn't look at them or her pictures for a long time. I had to be strong for our children.

About a month ago I started to take her pictures down and place them back up, because Jasper said it would be a good idea. We talked about a lot of other things in therapy. The kids, my parents, our old friends that I never had time to talk to anymore, our home, basically everything. I had a long road ahead of me still and was nowhere near ready to date. I knew there would come a time later in life where I may want to and Tanya and I had already talked about this issue if it may arise.

We wanted each other to be happy and not to be alone forever if something should happen to one of us. I just wasn't sure I could ever love again. I had a good job, my kids, my parents, and the memory of my wife. I didn't think I needed nor had time for anything else. Jasper and I had become friends and he mentioned hanging out with him and his wife. They had a three year old little boy named Elijah and they thought it would be a good idea to have a play date. I told them we would set one up soon. Jasper thinks I am ready to stop being in therapy and that is why he wanted to pursue a friendship with me. I figure if I ever need anything I can still ask him.

It was four in the morning now and I couldn't sleep. I had been thinking about everything and what to do. The kids were still asleep and I had to get up for work in about an hour so I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep for the next hour.