I should probably elaborate on the heartbreak I mentioned earlier. When I was seventeen, I met Edward Cullen, a vampire, and his vampire family. I fell in love, and had the best summer of my life. And although most have figured it out by now, Edward and I managed to "seal the deal" or whatever you want to call it, that summer. Well, I convinced him, he thought he would hurt me, but he underestimated his control. That's off topic though.

On my 18th birthday, I discovered something supposedly impossible, I was pregnant. I was going to tell Edward that night, but I got a paper cut, his brother Jasper couldn't handle it and tried to attack me. I figured I could wait until things settled down to drop the bomb.

A few days later Edward took me for a walk, and I was going to tell him then, but then he told me he was leaving, his family had left and he didn't love me anymore.

Then he was gone.

I may have been only an 18 year old girl, but I knew him better then that. I didn't believe that he could just stop loving me, it wasn't that easy, it couldn't be. But I was sure he had a good reason for leaving.

So I walked back to my house, and of course started crying. Because even if he did have a good reason for leaving, he still left me. I was alone, pregnant, and 18. But I still loved him, so I made excuses for why he left. I was quieter then usual, hoping Alice would see me being pregnant and tell him, but still trying to keep my life going, because I knew it couldn't all end now, I had another life to take care of, and I was sure Edward wanted me to be happy.

I went back to Angela and Ben, Angela became my best friend, and she understood about the baby and why I let Edward go. After another month or two I started to show, and Charlie was furious. Not so much at me as at Edward and my current situation.

But I lied for Edward. I said that he didn't want to leave, but he had no choice, and we cut it off because it would have been too hard. I didn't want to hold him back, or make his moving even more difficult, so I didn't tell him about the pregnancy.

Charlie sent me to Renee very soon after, saying that she could take care of me better then he could. Renee took me to the doctor, and to my surprise, I was having twins, a boy and a girl. Renee was wonderful while I was picking out names and such, she told me to take the year off so I wouldn't stress myself out. I was scared, I was having two babies with a vampire for a father, why was I still normal?

I tried pushing those thoughts aside and concentrating on becoming a mother. I decided to name my baby boy Emmett Anthony Swan. Emmett, because even though I had lost my big brother, I hoped that maybe someone else could get a big brother Emmett. Anthony, because I wanted to make sure he had something of his fathers.

My baby girl would be Jesse Alice Swan, Jesse because it was as close as I could get to Jasper without it being Jessica, and I had loved Jasper like a brother, and never blamed him for my birthday. Alice is an obvious one, she was the best friend I ever had.

I went back to Forks for the end of my pregnancy with Renee because I wanted to watch Angela graduate. A few weeks before I was walking around my room trying to get ready to go to Angela's house (which had become increasingly difficult, I was already clumsy and now couldn't see my feet.) when the unthinkable happened…

A/N This probably isn't going where you think it is. That was my first cliffy, was it any good? Please let me know what you think, I'm really trying. And sorry about any mix ups while I was posting this, I got confused and took it down twice.

-Caitlin