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Chapter Six – Epilogue

A large ship slowly and strategically dodged through the dangerous water. Fog surrounded the almost invisible island. Once the ship broke through the ice that lead to the land, several figures emerged from the mist.

The ship came to an abrupt halt, leaning onto its side as it halted on the glasslike sand. One mysterious figure stepped forward, redeyes squinting to see the boat that they had all been eagerly awaiting.

A person none of the mist people recognized jumped from the ship. The tensed, their red eyes searching for the familiar face that had set out on voyage months ago. She appeared at the top of the railing, looking down.

The mysterious man held his arms out for her to jump. She quickly moved over the railing and into his arms. He caught her engorged form easily enough, nearly weighing nothing against his new physique.

He placed her on the white sand; she hurried forward to the people who were now walking away from the fog. A woman with light brown hair wrapped Isabella in a tight hug, then moved her hand down to her bulging stomach.

Edward stayed back, observing their mannerisms and contact thoroughly. A man with light blond hair wrapped a long smock-like dress around her, covering her naked body. She smiled and quietly thanked him.

The man stepped to Edward, he was a few feet taller than him. Edward stood fully, not wanting to appear weak to this man who was, obviously, Isabella's father.

"Carlisle," the man said in a tensed tone, he nodded his head to Edward.

"Edward," he answered just as tense.

Carlisle inhaled, smelling the blood and fear coming from the ship. He turned back to the cluster of redeyes behind him, each of their nostrils flaring at the scent of blood.

"Eat." Carlisle said.

The redeyes jumped on the ship, scattering from one end to the other. Within moments, every crew member who had been left alive by Isabella was drained.

Only Edward and Isabella were left on the beach. Isabelle moved from her spot to stand in front of Edward. He looked down at her small frame, well, mostly small, aside from her protruding stomach.

Edward placed his hand on the center of her stomach, feeling his child growing underneath the hard stomach. Isabella placed her hands over his and smiled.

"Our child." She smiled.

Edward couldn't help but smile; their child.

"When will it be born?" Edward asked.

"Soon. Very soon."

Two and a Half Months Later

Loud screeches could be heard from their small hut. Edward paced outside of it, unable to help or soothe Isabella's agonizing screams. Today was the day. She had been in labor for about three days, and today, she announced she was ready to push.

He waited with her father and the male companions she had grown up with. He'd grown quite fond of them, even though the beginning was tense; him being a new male and all, but, they had found the basic line of respect.

Carlisle, Bella's father, was the leader of their little tribe of redeyes. His second in command was Jasper, another blond who tended to keep to himself, but, was known to fiercely protect his small wife, Alice, who was Bella's best friend.

The next on the list of top dogs, was Emmett, the biggest redeye on the island. He acted as sort of a protector of the redeyes. Despite his big, burly appearance, he was more or less a goofball of sorts. He was often referred to as Bella's big brother.

Emmett's wife was Rosalie, a beautiful blond who was biologically related to Jasper. Strange coincidence, but, interesting story. Rosalie was changed first and brought here by Emmett, then, Alice brought Jasper here, only to be told that Jasper and Rosalie were in fact twins.

There were several other members of the tribe, but, Edward mainly stuck around Bella and her family. Her family had taught him how to do several things; build a livable hut for him and Bella, learn to hunt the animals that dwelled on the island, and most importantly, learned how to control his newfound strength.

Bella screeched again, the head of her child making its way out of her birthing canal. This child felt big, bigger than she had expected. Alice sat dutifully at her side, whispering encouraging words in her ears and acting as her birthing coach. Her mother sat between her legs, watching her grandchild being pushed into the world.

Another push and the shoulders were now out. Esme grabbed the child and started twisting and pulling to assist Bella in the birth.

Bella groaned when her child finally slipped out of her canal. She sighed in relief, all the pain she felt now gone. Esme smiled at her grandchild.

"It's a boy," she said as she wiped the blood off of him.

"Give him too me," Bella said, arms outstretched.

Esme laid the babe on her chest. Bella put her hands on her son's back. She smiled as she nuzzled the top of his head.

The baby started crying, the sudden change from womb to world hitting him. Bella chuckled.

"Bring Edward in to meet his son."

Esme poked her head out, "Would you like to see your son?"

Edward didn't hesitate, he rushed into the hut, his eyes falling on his mate and his newborn son.

Edward moved beside her, his hand on his son's back.

"What have you named him?" Edward asked.

"I haven't thought of one yet," Bella said, "I don't know many names."

Edward hummed as he thought, "What about Jacob?"

Bella made a face, "Any name but that."

"Hey," Edward said, "Easy now, Jacob was my right-hand man for years. You know I had save him."

Bella hissed, "I don't want my son named after that man."

Edward chuckled, "What about… Bocaj? It's Polish for fear."

"Hmm, Bocaj… I like it." She smiled before kissing his head.

Bojac did mean fear in Polish, but, it was also Jacob backwards. She didn't need to know that though. Jacob had been his best mate since he was a boy, and, his memory was important to Edward.

"My little Bojac," Bella said as she nuzzled him. Edward pulled Bella and his son against his chest, feeling quite content with his new little family.

Bojac in Polish really does mean fear or fearing. I thought it was quite fitting for Bella's son. And yes, Bella is bitter about Jacob only because he had gotten away from her. I hope you enjoyed the ending! Anyways, let me know how you like that ending in your reviews! And don't forget to check out my other stories! If you liked this one, I'm sure there is another one of my little stories you'll like!