(Natalie's POV)

While the girls were sleeping, Jacob and I discussed a lot. We first started talking about things like moving my stuff and taking care of the girls, but the conversation ended with us talking about telling my parents. Of course it had to happen, but we had to decide on the way we would do it. Finally, we decided to invite my parents to a nice dinner in a city between La Push and Seattle to tell them. Jacob said it was going to be fine, but I was so nervous. The last time I told my parents I wanted to move in with a guy I was talking about Paul, and that relationship went terrible.

Taylor was the first to cry, and that woke Tianna up. We both got up and walked into the room. Taylor simply gurgled and smiled. Tianna, though, was very upset. I decided to let Jacob handle Taylor because she was going to be easiest.

"Shhh," I cooed as I cradled Tianna and bounced her up and down. "It's okay my pretty princess."
I sat down on the chair and showed Tianna my breast. She started feeding as I pet her hair.

"Will you get Taylor a bottle?" I mused.

Jacob nodded and walked out of the room.

I smiled down at my precious baby girl. Things were finally working out. I had two beautiful, healthy girls, a wonderful person to be with, and a bright new future. Everything was starting to turn on just fine.

Jacob walked back in with Taylor sucking on the bottle. I smiled at him. He would be such an amazing father, and the perfect partner to move in with. It was obvious he loved the girls; you could see it in his eyes. He treated them like they were his own. If we ever did have children together, I would be so secure with my life. If he loved my babies that weren't even his, he would surely love his own.

We brought the girls into the living room after they were done feeding. Tianna was already starting to sit up by herself, but Taylor just sat with her back on the couch. I had gotten some toys out of my bag and lay them on the floor. Taylor found out how to grab one without leaving her spot. Tianna, however, was all over the place. If there was one child we had to watch out for, it would be her.

"I'm so glad you have carpet," I told him. "It's so much easier for them to play on."
He nodded. "Do you want me to put on something for them to watch?"
I shrugged, laying my head on his shoulder. "I don't think they recognize television shows yet, but it wouldn't hurt."
Somehow, Jacob found Sesame Street on cable and started playing it.

"It'll always be like this," Jacob chuckled. "You and me, sitting on the couch, watching our children play."
I laughed, because I could definitely imagine it.

(Paul's POV)
Rachel and I had been very antsy. Our baby was due any week, and we were doing everything we could to get ready. Things were expensive. For a while, I couldn't even fathom how we would support the baby.

But things changed. Rachel and I both had part time jobs, and, since Rachel went to college, her jobs kept improving. I, however, would not reach that status, but whatever I worked made me feel important.

We were in the spare room setting up the baby's furniture when my cell phone started vibrating. After a couple rings I answered.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Who is it?" Rachel questioned.

"Hey Paul."
I stopped for a second and covered the phone. "It's Natalie."
Rachel looked confused, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, hey," I replied. "You need something?"
"Jacob and I are meeting my parents tomorrow for dinner, and I was wondering if you could watch the girls?" she asked.

"Ummm, hold on," I replied.

I looked over at Rachel. "Do you mind if we watch the girls tomorrow night?"
She shook her head.

"Yeah, I can," I replied. "What time?"
"Can I drop them off at six?"

I shrugged. "Sure. I'll see you tomorrow at six."
"Oh, and Paul?" she continued.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks," she said plainly.

"No problem," I replied. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye."
And she hung up the phone.

"She actually called you?" Rachel asked, putting the sheets into the baby's crib.

"Yeah," I answered. "She needed me to watch the girls."
"Why?"

I shrugged. "She and Jacob are going out to dinner with her parents."
"Oh." She smiled. "It'll be nice to see the girls."
"Yeah."
"It really is okay for you to have other babies," she told me, walking over and wrapping her arms around my neck. "They'll be a nice little edition."
I wrapped my arms around her waist. "It'll just be hard to babysit them when we have our own baby to take care of."
She kissed my lips gently. "But that's weeks away. Just don't worry about it for right now."
I sighed and grinned. "You're so beautiful."
She smiled at me. "Thanks. I try."
I could feel the baby kick in Rachel's stomach and my smile grew. It was so amazing to know that I was having a baby with the most important person in my world. Although I already had babies, it really felt like my and Rachel's baby would be my first. Of course I loved my girls, but I didn't love their mother like I loved Rachel. To be honest, I never really knew the girls, but, since they were mine, I loved them; there was nothing that I could do that could reverse that feeling.

"God, this baby needs to come fucking soon," Rachel wined. "It hurts my back so bad."
"Go ahead and sit down baby." I led her over to the rocking chair as she held her back. "Do you need anything?"
"Water," she stated. "Really badly."
"Okay baby." I kissed her. "I'll be right back."
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. For some reason, I started thinking of why Natalie and Jacob were going out to dinner with her parents. I barely ever did anything with her parents. In fact, she hated her parents so bad. Why would she want Jacob to have dinner with them?
It made me kind of paranoid to think about it. There was nothing that I could possibly think of that would require her parents, and I was determined to figure out.

I popped out my phone and dialed Jacob's number. Maybe Natalie wouldn't tell me, but he sure would.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey," I said. "Listen, I don't know why I care, but why are you meeting Natalie's parents?"

I could hear him sigh loudly. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yeah, I really do," I replied. "Please, just let me know."
"She's moving in with me," he stated.

I couldn't believe it. Why in the world wouldn't anyone tell me? Wasn't it important that my girls were going to move closer?

"Oh really?" I questioned.

"Well, it's not official," he explained. "That's why we're meeting her parents."
"Oh, well good luck," I mused. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Hey, Paul, no hard feelings, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "You've got her, and I have Rachel. It'll work out."
"Thanks, bro," Jacob said. "I really appreciate it. Maybe we can all get along."
I snorted. "Yeah, and pigs will fly out of my ass."
"It could happen," he laughed.

"Maybe it will. Anyways, I'll see you and Natalie tomorrow when you drop off the girls."
"Sounds good."
"Oh and good luck," I chuckled. "You're gonna need it."

"Thanks, dude," he chuckled back. "Catcha later."
"Bye."

We both hung up.

So maybe it wasn't so bad that Natalie was moving in with Jacob. For the longest time we weren't getting along, but there was a point where we had to grow up. Natalie and I shared children, and we couldn't ignore that. We would have to tolerate each other, and it would be easier to do so because she was moving in. Maybe everything would turn out okay.

I walked back upstairs with Rachel's water. She was still sitting in the rocking chair with a smile on her face.

"Hi baby," I mused as I walked into the room. "Here's your water."
Her smile grew as she took three long chugs. "Thanks, babe. I really needed it."
I leaned over and kissed her. "Are you hungry for anything?"
"KFC," she laughed. "Like a bucket of chicken."
I chuckled and kissed her again. "Anything for my baby mamma."
"Don't call me that!" she giggled as she hit my arm. "Not nice!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry baby," I teased. "Let me go get that KFC for you."
"Okay." She tried to stand up. "Help be downstairs?"
I nodded. "Of course."
We both walked downstairs, and it was absolutely peaceful in our home.