Disclaimer: Twilight is all Stephanie Meyer, I own nothing Twilight. Though I must say, the amount of characters I do own, is rapidly increasing.

AN: Thanks for all of your support, my life has been so demanding these last few months, i can barely find the time to write at all, so it means a lot to me that you're sticking with me! A major happy event, the birth of a little Call, since there's been so many bad things going at this point in time. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading about Nadira becoming a mom, and Embry experiencing what it means to become a dad.

Again, I'd like to bring another story from this universe to your attention. It's titled Something Else Completely, and written by Vamp-Veenfreak412. It's about Kim and Jared's son Julian, and his dirty mouthed imprint from the Bronx, Amalia.

Finding your place

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POV: Nadira

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Being there for the birth of Selene had left me in a wonderful bliss. The experience of Selene coming into the world, had struck me as magical. This was what awaited me. The unimaginable happiness that I felt radiating from Nessie when she held her daughter in her arms, was only a smudge of what she had actually felt in that moment. I couldn't wait for my boy to meet us, only Nessie, Embry and Isa knew that we were having a son, and I loved the idea of knowing that it was our little secret.

My pregnancy was a good distraction for Isa, who had been waiting for Taylan to come out of his denial ever since he imprinted on her. I feared she might be the only imprint who would actually have to learn to live without her wolf, something I deemed impossible after what Embry and I went through. This imprint was unique amongst imprints. which were a rareness to begin with. Taylan had good reason for not giving into it, to him that would be the same as replacing Fathiya, something that couldn't be done at all. Sadly, with his decision to ignore her, he decided her fate for her as well.

Placing my hands on my swollen belly I looked down, unable to see anything past it. I was getting enormous, and despite the fact that I had promised myself to glide through the final months of my pregnancy, I felt myself wobble instead. All together it wasn't too bad, my back was a little sore at the end of the day, as was my entire body, but at least I was able to move around and do my things. It were the little things that made it hard, like trying to put on your shoes for instance. It just couldn't be done, no matter how I strained, I just couldn't reach my feet properly.

Poor Embry was trying everything he could to make this easier for me, doing things I could no longer do myself. But as much as I appreciated it, and loved him even more for being so considerate, I wanted to feel like myself again. I wanted no longer to have to roll out of bed, I wanted to be able to get out of a chair or a couch myself. Above all, I wanted to hold my son. I longed for the small warm bundle to fill my arms, that most delicious smell babies seemed to emit, to surround me. I wanted to be able to touch that soft skin, look into the eyes of my baby as he gazed up to his mom.

Impatience filled me every single day after Selene joined our pack family, but when I felt a dull pain in my belly weeks before my due date, I panicked. You know that phrase "be careful what you wish for?" There wasn't a better description for what went through my head when I felt it again. Suddenly I feared that my need for my baby, had subconsciously led to me going into labor way too early. I tried to breath calmly and tell myself these weren't the real deal. After all, it was so very normal to experience those Braxton Hicks contractions as a practice for the actual delivery.

Nessie noticed my discomfort, when she returned to the living room, after she had brought an extremely Selene to her bed. With a questioning look she sat down next to me. I shook my head, and tried to smile at her, to assure her that I was ok. Of course she didn't buy it, and instead she placed her hand on my huge belly, as it contracted beneath her.

"Nady, those are too strong to be Braxton Hicks," she said softly.

Her words made it impossible to pretend otherwise, I had gone into the first stages of labor, at a little short of 36 weeks. I felt the hot tears run down my face, as I realized my boy was coming too soon. It wasn't time yet, but it was happening nonetheless. Nessie called Embry, who arrived moments later to take me to the hospital. We had planned on having the baby at home, it wasn't traditional, but I saw how comfortable it had been for the Black's. Nessie hadn't been able to give birth in a hospital, because of her vampire status, and therefore her children were part vampire as well. But as a human, that idea was now wiped from the table.

Isa demanded on being brought along as well, the girl had lost so many family members, that she was afraid to let me out of her sight. Kyle met us in the hospital, and despite this being the first birth, or anything else for that matter, he was surprisingly calm. The Cullens had left for Europe not long ago, which meant that Kyle had now officially replaced , as the pack physician. Despite my sons urge to come out of the safe surroundings of my womb early, he seemed to be in good condition, which was the only thing that was able to calm me down some.

"There are two options, I could give you inhibitor which could stop the contraction, and possibly postpone the delivery. But…" he looked at us reassuringly. "Your baby is in good condition, and apparently wants to come out, so I think we should just let nature do its work," he finished.

"Are you sure he's gonna be ok?" Embry asked.

"As sure as I could be," Kyle smiled at us, and I felt my muscles loosen slightly.

The next contraction was infinitely stronger, and with it my water broke. The warm fluid pouring out of my in waves along with the contractions that suddenly came at a much faster pace. They were so forceful, I felt no longer in control of my own body. With each contraction, my body reacted instinctively, curling up every time it hit me, the world slowly fading to the background as I tried to breathe through the pain. Though I was familiar with the pain because of the pain transferred to me during Leah and Nessie's labor, it was an entirely different story having to experience them at full strength.

Everything around me reached my ears, but I no longer gave a rats ass about whatever they were doing, or weren't doing. It was me and my son, alone in this bubble, as the contractions kept coming faster and faster, with nobody able to help me. Suddenly I felt even sadder, my sister should've been here with me, watching her nephew be born. Without warning I started crying, and it weren't silent calm tears either, but loud wails making it impossible for me to breath properly.

"Nady! What's wrong?! Please baby, tell me what's wrong!" Embry's frantic voice reached my ears, but I was having a very hard time connecting with him.

Incoherent sobbing passed through my lips, leaving Embry in a total panic, until he was finally escorted out of the room. Nessie's warm hand found mine, as she tried to calm me.

"Nadira, please look at me, we need to know what's going on," she said calmly. With soothing tones she kept talking to me, until I finally calmed down enough to look at her.

"There we are," she said cheerfully. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

"Embry's outside with Isa, Logan and Romy, if you want them to come back in again, you have to tell us what's going on, don't shut us out, or we won't be able to help you." She continued, and that's when I realized she wasn't actually speaking out loud, nobody but me could hear her.

"Thanks Ness," I managed to get out before another one hit me.

Embry was very relieved to be allowed back into the room again, fear was written all over his face, and I instantly felt guilty for doing that to him. Isa stayed just outside with Romy, a little freaked by what had just happened, which was probably for the best. After that things went better, I was calmer, and when Embry got into the bed with me, supporting my back, I felt better, stronger somehow. When I finally could start pushing, it was as if we were doing it together.

"You're doing great baby, you're almost there," Embry whispered in my ear.

With one final push I felt my baby move down, until he was completely out. A soft cry let us now he was there, and a moment later Kyle laid him on my belly, wrapped in a blue blanket. He was so tiny, a lot smaller than Selene when she was born two months ago. But when he looked up at me, his grayish green eyes locking with mine, I knew he was fine. His small fingers wrapped around my pinkie, clutching it as tightly as he could.

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POV: Embry

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How had Jake done this?! The question rolled through my brain for the umpteenth time. Watching Nady suffer like this was excruciating. At first she was mainly worried about whether or not our son would be ok if he came into the world this many weeks too soon, but when Kyle had managed to reassure her, her contractions seemed to multiply in strength that very second. I could see her slipping away from is, like she'd done so many times since I imprinted on her a little over four years ago.

The big difference between the two of us was that my biggest concern wasn't our son, but her. The idea of something happening to her, made me more scared now than I'd ever been before. Especially now that she had retreated into her own little world, which worried not only me, but Kyle and Nessie were concerned as well. Suddenly she started crying with a sound that gave me chills, it was so intense and enough to make me freak out completely. Which led to me being thrown out of the room.

This was worse, far worse. I could hear her, she needed me, how could they kick me out of her room like that! Romy tried to calm down Isa, who had left the room when I did, clearly upset with what was going on in there. When all the screams disappeared very suddenly, my heart faltered. What happened, why couldn't I hear her anymore?! Just when I was about to start pounding on the door, it opened, Kyle stepping outside.

"Embry, she's fine, but you need to calm down if you want to help her," he stated calmly, grabbing my shoulders firmly to keep me in place.

It took every ounce of concentration for me to focus and steady my breath, because there was nothing more I wanted than to be let in with Nadira again. Logan and Kyle together, would be able to keep me from her if they thought it necessary. I was determined to be there for Nadira when they let me back in, so eventually I found a way to manage my anxiety. Nessie had been able to reach her, and pull her out of solitude. She had trouble finding a good position, but when I got behind her, holding her while she worked, she seemed to be doing better.

I could feel her muscles tighten, the strength with which she pushed against me, incredible for such a little girl. She was so unbelievably strong, never had I been so proud of her as I was when she pushed out our son. Kyle checked him over quickly, before laying him back with Nadira, so she could finally see the face she had been longing for. The time seemed to stop as we sat together, caught up in the moment, nothing could be more perfect.

"HHHhhhhrjwhHe has your eyes," she whispered softly, tears rolling down her cheeks, but other than that, she was completely at peace.

"He's perfect, you've done so well," I whispered back to her, pressing my lips to her temple.

The moment Nadira knew we would have a son, we started thinking of names, eventually settling on the right one together. We figured a second name would come to us after he was born, and if it didn't, he would be perfectly fine with just the one. Now that he was here, tiny because he had been in such a rush, an idea popped into my head.

"Nady, what do they call someone who's really fast in Arabic? Maybe that should be his second name, what do you think?" The name we had chosen wasn't Arabic, so I figured his second name should be.

"Uhm, how about Sufyan? It means he who runs fast, which is close enough, and I like it," she never took her eyes of the little boy in her arm. "What do you think about that huh?" She asked him.

"I think he likes it too, so that's settled then. His name will be Micah Sufyan Call," I said looking at him as well.

Now that all the drama had passed, Isa was over the moon about having a little brother. Romy and Logan had brought her back in when Nadira and Micah both were all cleaned up, to be introduced to the youngest Call. In the meantime Leah and Tom had arrived also, as had Jake, bringing an extremely excited Aurora with him. He had brought us a bag from Alice as well, the moment she heard Nadira had gone into labor, she had rushed to the store, knowing we wouldn't have any clothes that small.

We had arrived in the hospital at eleven in the morning, and not even four hours later Micah had come into the world, small but healthy. Since it was still early, Nadira and him were allowed to go home that same day, which Nadira was very happy about. Micah was dressed in a super cute, super soft and super small outfit, one of the many Alice had provided us with. She had even thought of a clean set of clothes for Nadira, that were equipped to nurse a baby.

"Hi," it came from the door, and when I looked up, Taylan was in the doorway.

"Taylan?" I never expected him to come to the hospital, even though I knew Logan had called him to let him know he had become an uncle.

"I waited for them to leave, I didn't want you to feel overwhelmed with that many people around you," he said as he stepped into the room. It was a lie of course, he didn't want to have to face Isa, but none of us wanted to say it.

"Well congratulations mommy," he smiled at me, the first one I'd seen since Fathiya had left us.

He looked far better than the last time, imprinting on Isa had in fact been good for him. Not that he'd ever admit it. He sat down in the chair next to the bed, so I could place Micah in his arms. Gazing down on him he let out a deep sigh.

"He's perfect Nady, you sure know how to make cute babies," he joked, but we could both feel the cloud hanging over us. He had been refusing to even acknowledge the imprint, let alone talk about it, but it couldn't be avoided forever. So I stayed quiet, waiting for him to bring it up.

"I can't do it Nady, I can't betray Fathiya like that," he finally said.

"She's seven Taylan, all she wants is for you to be her friend, she asks about you all the time," I said softly.

The look on his face led on how much he cared, it hurt him to stay away from her as well. We stayed like that for a while, Micah content in Taylan's arms, while his brain worked at top speed, trying to figure out what he should do. It had been almost four months since he had seen her.

"Maybe I could be her friend, but nothing more, not even when she grows up," he stated firmly.

"It'll be years before you'll have to worry about that Taylan, just take it one day at a time," I replied.

He nodded, and I hoped he would stay until they returned. Every time he moved, I was afraid he'd get up and leave, but asking him to stay wouldn't be smart either. When he laid Micah back in my arms, I was positive he'd leave, but he just sat back down again. So I just sat there, glancing at the clock every few minutes, willing them to return. And then they did, Isa and Embry stepped back into the room, she was telling him something, until she saw Taylan sitting in the room.

"The others have gone to our house, making sure it's ready when we get there," Embry said awkwardly.

"Right, that's sweet of them," I said, not taking my eyes of Isa and Taylan.

Suddenly Isa seemed to snap out of it, walking towards Taylan, stopping in front of him. He was struggling with himself, she saw it too. He looked at me, desperate for help, like an animal trapped, looking for a way out. I shot him a pleading look, telling him to pull himself together. He took a deep breath, turning back to Isa. Opening his mouth to say something, I let out a huge breath in relief, finally he was starting to listen t reason.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out, and with that he was gone again.

When we got home everybody was waiting for us, the house was cleaned, something with a delicious smell came from the oven. It felt good to be home again, Isa had shifted her focus onto Micah, vowing to be the best big sister there ever was. July 3rd 2017, the pot was stirred, new places were found, new paths were taken, a son was born.

AN: You're positive comments keep me going, they are my motivation as I punch in the keys in the early hours of morning, trying to write another chapter :D