A/N: Chapter 10 is up! I bet your excited to get to know Leah and Jasper's twins! I decided their names to be Macon Lee and Mason Henry. My reasoning behind the names is that they are unusual, so they should have unusual/uncommon names. Jasper and Leah talk about moving, the pack, her dad and building a life together with their children. Hope you enjoy it, love your comments/faves/follows and views (All 3,000+ of them).

Jasper POV
December, 2004

I smile as I sit and hold my sons, my sons, as Leah sleeps in her hospital bed a short distance away. Peninsula U understood why Leah and I are taking some time off and would have a meeting to re-instate scholarships when we choose to return. The boys are both identical to each other, with the same coffee brown-black hair, light russet skin, a few shades lighter than Leah's and large gold-brown eyes. Leah and I decided on Macon Lee and Mason Henry for our boys. Macon, the older of the two by five minutes stirs a little and wakes, looking at me with large eyes that mirror his brother's. Macon coos happily at me, babbling a little. "Hey," I whisper, "It's nice to meet you officially, Macon." The baby coos again.

Harry walks in and smiles, approaching me trying not to wake up his daughter. I can feel love and joy exuding from Harry as he whispers, "How are they doing?"

"Good for now," I smile, "Leah's knocked out."

"Can't blame her," Harry jokes.

"Want to hold one," I ask, propping up Mason for Harry to grab.

"Thanks," Harry smiles, carefully picking up his grandson. Harry cradles Mason in his arms, smiling as the boy sleeps.

"That's Mason," I whisper to Harry, "Leah thought it'll be nice to give him a similar name as yours for his middle name." Paternal pride prickles my skin as Harry beams. Macon babbles again turning his head a little to look at his grandfather, smiling a little.

"Can't believe that I have grandsons," Harry whispers to Mason.

"I can't believe it either," I speak, "I think Leah can't believe it either, too."

"Sam's having a fit over this," Harry scowled. I can feel dissatisfaction and anger towards the man, and I can't blame Harry. "I'm starting to really dislike that boy."

"Can't blame you," I nod, looking down at Macon, whose dozing in my arms. "I can understand that he want's to protect La Push, but sometimes it seems he's going too far. That and he cheated on Leah."

"Yeah," Harry shakes his head, "Can't believe he'd do something like that, thought he'd be better than that, but I guess I was wrong."

"If anything, what's good about the cheating," I state, "Is that I met her and we're together now with two children."

"That's true," Harry chuckles, "I like this outcome just fine."

Sam POV (DUN DUN DUUUUUUN!)

Seth came jogging up to me, "Hey, Sam," He panted, "Leah just had her kids, two boys, twins." I thank Seth and he nods before jogging over to the rest of the pack, choosing to stand by Quill and Paul. The wolf in me seethes and howls in anger at the thought that Leah would breed with that leech, producing not one but two half leech monsters.

"Sam," Jacob comes up, "Heard Leah's pregnant."

I nod, "I'm aware of that." I turn to the group and got their attention, "I'm sure you've heard, Leah's reproduced with that leech." Half the pack members growl and hiss at the thought there's a possibility of more leeches around the reservation. "That's exactly my response." A younger member of the pack, a boy about 14, named Brady, shouted traitor, to which the pack unanimously agreed. "I think the council's taking this too lightly. How can we trust a leech to not kill someone?"

Leah POV
Late December

I gently rock Macon in an attempt to calm him down before bed. Though I'm still at my parent's house, Jasper's insistent that we get our own, which I'm looking forward to. Though I like being with my dad, it must be hard on him having his daughter get pregnant wit

"h a vampire's children. Though my dad likes Jasper very much, I can tell he's not too keen on a vampire visiting, neither does Seth. He seems to like the twins but, because he's of the pack, he seems cautious when he's around them. My cellphone, which has been on vibrate since noon, goes off, indicating a call from Jasper. Macon, as if he knows it's from his dad, calms down and becomes silent, only cooing softly.

"Hey Leah," Jasper half whispers through the phone, "How's the kids?"

"Mason's out, but Macon's having some trouble with the whole 'go to sleep' issue right now," I chuckle, looking down at my son. I'm slightly grateful for both, once Macon's asleep, sleep through the night without much issue now. Jasper suggested that Macon might be a little more vampire t han wolf, the opposite of his brother, so that's why he doesn't want to sleep as much as Mason. Though only three weeks old, both seem way more intelligent, identifying things when Dad, Jasper and I point them out. Both like laying next to each other and babbling back and forth in their baby babble.

"What's good with you," I ask as I sit on my bed, rocking Macon gently.

"Been doing some scouting out on some properties I've acquired over the past hundred or so years," Jasper state, and I'm sure he has at least a half dozen in the US and Canada alone. "Have one up in Alberta, Canada, but I'm not sure that going there is good if going by your brother's moods. If he's hesitant to be near the kids, I can only imagine what Sam's been saying to him and the pack."

"That's true," I mumble, remembering that Dad had said that Sam approached the Council about keeping a wolf from the pack with Jasper at all times. Some thought it might be a good idea, but Dad didn't buy it. He countered that Jasper's a good guy who wouldn't risk his children by drinking from a human. Sam, by way of Emily, has been over a lot more, sneering in my and my children's direction. Dad got angry one day and told Sam that the kids won't bite him, so stop being so angry. To prove his point, dad picked up both of his grandchildren and sat on the couch in front of the television, just a few feet away from the kitchen where Emily and mom are, watching a game while the kids babbled.

"I have two in California, one in New York, Boston, Nashville and one I personally like bordering a State Park outside New Orleans," Jasper continued, "It was my Uncle's and was a tobacco and cotton plantation with the main house, which as been built onto and updated, original property, plus another couple dozen acres, original buildings and the like."

My interest peeked at the sound of the Louisiana house, despite the distance. I've always carried an interest for the South and New Orleans in particular, something I shared with my dad. The city itself looks beautiful and full of mystery, plus it's a good distance from the Pack. "The New Orleans house sounds good," I confirm, "But I'm only concerned about the distance between me and my dad if we choose to live there."

"I know," Jasper comforts, "Don't suppose we can bring him with us?"

I laugh a little, imagining us to be one of those multi-generational houses like in the old days; Mom, Dad, Children, and Grandpa Harry sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch. I then think about it for a little while, he and mom don't really talk much anymore, though I know they still love each other, at least Dad still holds some love for mom. "We could always let him come down for vacation anytime he wants," Jasper says, feeling my silence from the other side of the phone.

"I think he'll like coming down," I reply, "Even if its just for vacation. If he changes his mine, I know he has your okay."

"Of course he does," Jasper promises, "He's a good man and he's done good by raising you and the two of you seem really close. "

"Yeah," I nod despite Jasper being on the phone and not here with me.

"I'm going back to the Cullen House and clean up some stuff," Jasper states, "I'll send you some pictures I took about two years ago of the house, so you can get a feel for it. It's furnished, though most of them are antiques and probably won't last two rambunctious wolf-boys running around the house. It's in good shape, lots of room for us, the boys and your dad plus the whole pack with room to spare. " Jasper jokes on the last part about the pack, making me laugh a little. I look to my arm to see Macon finally sleeping, snoring softly and no doubt dreaming of running with his father in the front yard, wrestling with his brother, and running wild in a state park all his and his brother's own.

A/N: In case anyone was wondering why Leah hasn't been phasing, my reasoning is that she's trying to get more control of it and the fact she was pregnant. I wasn't quite sure she could feasibly phase without risk to the babies, seeing how she's the only girl-wolf known to be. Another point someone mentioned is the living situation between Jasper and Leah, and to answer, I'm planing on getting them living together soon.Sam's going to go in for the kill because, like just about every wolf, he doesn't like vampires and thinks that Leah's a traitor for being with one and producing children. That and he's an ass bent on making Leah's life difficult. In being such a bone head anti-vampire pusher, he want's to rid the rez of any possible threats, which, you must admit is his genetic job to do, despite the fact Jasper doesn't want to hurt anyone innocent.