"This one has your sense of humor, Jacob," Rosalie snapped, dabbing a wet towel on a small splatter of spit-up on her top, "He ruined my shirt." I laughed quietly, closing my eyes as Jacob tenderly slid his arm around my shoulder.

"It's okay," Jake muttered, barely paying attention to my aunt, "You never would have worn it again anyways." Rosalie handed me the baby boy, who glanced up at me with his startling emerald eyes.

"Damn right, I wouldn't, dog," she scoffed, giving Jake an obvious once-over, "You've been wearing that outfit for 73 hours, as if you don't already smell bad enough." Jake smirked, playing with our son's hand in his own.

"Do you know how to drown a blonde, Rosalie?" Jacob asked slyly.

"Let me guess- do you glue a mirror to the bottom of a pool?" Rosalie retorted, "Real smooth Fido, but you told me that 19 years ago on September 10th." Jake furrowed his brow, trying to remember.
"We can't all have freakish leech memories," he muttered after a couple of seconds, defeated. I sighed and rested my nose on my son's forehead, ignoring the endless bickering of my husband and aunt.

Suddenly, Alice was at the foot of the bed, holding a complex camera in her hands. If I hadn't known how strong Alice was, I would have doubted her ability to hold it.

"Jesus, Alice," I moaned, covering my face stubbornly, "I look disgusting."

"No you don't," Jacob muttered, kissing my forehead. Alice shook her head firmly.

"You're supposed to look disgusting," she pointed out, "You just gave birth to twins! Just smile for me; I need to take your first family picture." Jake let out a groan, but he smiled patronizingly as he accepted Hayden from Esme.

"Smile, little E.J.!" Alice cooed, and I froze.

"E.J.?" I inquired. Alice snapped a picture, ignoring my dropped jaw and surprised eyes. Had Alice taken it upon herself to name my children?

"That's what I saw, and we can't just keep calling him 'he',now can we?" Alice insisted, "But feel free to change it. I'm not the mother." There was sadness in her voice as she said 'mother', and I immediately became enveloped with guilt. It just wasn't fair that Alice, Rosalie and Esme, who would make wonderful mothers, were unable to have children. How selfish was I, blessed with two children while they could have none?

"If you were a boy, I would have named you E.J., Ness," Bella added, and Jake turned to me.

"I like it," he agreed, "But it's up to you." I laughed shakily and patted my son's cheek. E.J. It worked. Hayden and E.J. I sighed in contentment and nodded fervently.

"Hayden Irina Whitney Black and E.J. James Black?" I announced tentatively. The reaction in the small room caught me off guard. Edward let out an involuntary snarl, and Alice clutched the window sill with emotion, sending wood dust to the floor.

"What?" I demanded, rethinking what I had said, "I thought you liked Hayden and E.J.?" Everybody simply gaped at me, expect for Bella who nodded ardently.

"Of course," she agreed, "They're both beautiful names. But why James?" I grimaced, completely bemused. It was a nice, old-fashioned middle name. I hadn't thought that such a cliché middle name could arouse such emotion from my family.

"It's simple and traditional," I explained, "Is there something wrong with it?" Alice let out a small laugh, but there was no amusement in her eyes.

"Of course not," she said, "You just caught me off guard." I blinked, feigning shock.

"Alice, nobody catches you off guard," I mocked, and Alice shook her head, closing her eyes.

"Only you and your mother," she mumbled, side-tracked, "I thought I would be able to understand the way that her mind works once she was one of us but... for once in my existence, I remain totally obsolete." I laughed.

"Most people feel like that all of the time, Alice," I reminded her. Alice wrinkled her nose, shuddering.

"I don't know how you handle it," she sighed sadly. I shrugged.

"We get baby names from baby-naming books," I explained, "And not from our all-seeing aunts. But that brings us back to E.J.'s middle name. Maybe 'James' isn't right after all." The relief in the room was evident.

"You could always do what your mother did," Emmett pointed out, a bright twinkle in his topaz eyes, "You can name her Rosalett Jaspice, and you can name little E.J. here Jaspett Bedward." My mother laughed, taking a seat on the bed frame.

"No grandson of mine will be named 'Bedward'," she clarified, patting E.J.'s chubby leg. Emmett shrugged.

"Well, then why not just E.J. Emmett Black?" he asked, flexing his muscles, "The kid will have a tough time living up to these guns but..." Rosalie giggled, kissing my son on the forehead.

"I think that E.J. Charlie Black is cute," she muttered quietly. I glanced at my mother, instantly worried that Rose's comment would upset her. I did not know much about my grandfather except for the few memories that I had of him. He had taken his own life in 2010, when I was only three years old and the size of a 12-year-old. It had been August, and Carlisle had decided that we would have to start over somewhere else. As I recall, Bella had not wanted to leave, but she was passing for 21 and Carlisle was playing the part of a 36-year-old. We had spent a decade in Wales, and we had only moved back to Forks four years ago. It had saddened my mother greatly whenever anybody mentioned Charlie, but Rosalie's suggestion of the name sparked quite the opposite reaction in my mother today.

"That's brilliant," Bella replied instantly, running her hand through her rich brown hair and turning to me, "Oh, Nessie, would you? For me?" I didn't think twice about it.

"Of course," I confirmed, completely astonished that my mother would even ask, "I love it." Jacob shifted around on the bed and kissed me gently, but enthusiastically enough to get my pulse racing. I barely noticed the flash of Alice's camera.

"Hayden Irina Whitney and E.J. Charlie Black," I murmured, as Jake pulled away. It was settled. In a tight cluster on the bed, I sat with my new family. For the first time in my life, everything had fallen into place.

There were beams of late-afternoon sun coming through the window and, somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled. The sun vanished beneath the horizon and twilight fell once more.

The End