A/N: And this is honestly it. Story done. Ready for sequel :D (I was feeling inspired tonight, hence two updates XD) Watch this space.

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JPOV

Chapter Song – Surrender – Billy Talent

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds.

Searching until my hands bleed,

This flower don't belong to me.

I never had the nerve to ask:

Has my moment come and passed?

Epilogue

It had been a year since Bella's 'death', and it still haunted me. I blamed myself for the whole thing, and just wished I had more control. After it happened, the whole pack blamed me for the heartache I caused Charlie, and it got quite bitter. It wasn't until Sam used his Alpha commands to stop the comments that I finally began to move on. It was my fault that Bella was now a vampire and was goodness knows where. There was only one consolation from the whole ordeal, and without it, I would have ran and not stopped a year ago.

I looked at the clock and saw it was 6am. It was about the time that Blake would be waking up. When I attacked Edward, and Bella got in the way, Bella lost a lot of blood and the baby had to be taken out. The baby was strong willed, and survived. I cleaned him of blood, and saw the dark russet coloured skin and I knew that everything I had hoped was true. Bella was never unfaithful to me, but for reasons unknown, she had lied about the paternity of the baby. But looking down at the beautiful baby boy, there was no doubt that the child wasn't my son. I looked up at Edward, and he stared back.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It was what she wanted. But now I have to ask you, as the true Alpha in La Push, can I save Bella?" I looked down and saw that Bella was dying. She had lost too much blood, and without vampire venom, there was no way she could survive. I nodded, and watched in horror as Edward sunk his teeth into Bella's delicate skin. Using his clothes, he wrapped each wound up, and applied pressure to the stomach wound. Slowly, the blood stopped flowing, and the cuts began to heal themselves. After about half an hour, Bella had stopped bleeding, but that's when she started screaming. During the half hour silence, however, I quizzed Edward. I needed to know why Bella wanted this, and what we were going to do next.

"Why did Bella lie to me?" Edward just looked at me.

"You can ask her when she pulls through." That was the only answer he gave on her motivates and reasons, saying that it was better if I heard it from her.

"I'm not letting you take Blake." That stopped him dead, and he looked at me with sheer hatred in his eyes.

"You can't take away Bella's baby from her!" he all but screamed at me. I scoffed.

"He's my son too. And remember, Bella will be a blood thirsty, murderous vampire when she finally wakes up. Do you really want to risk the life of her only child in case she can't control herself?" I knew I had him there, because there was no way he would risk letting Bella hurt herself like that.

"She won't just let you take him, you know that. As soon as she wakes up and realises, she'll come down into La Push and demand him back." I thought this over, and was slow to respond.

"Not if she thinks he is dead…" Ironic, really, that she who did the lying was going to have to get the worst lie there was in the world. I didn't want to hurt Bella this way, but looking down at my son I knew I couldn't leave him. He had her eyes, and as long as he was with me, so would she be. Facially, he was the splitting image of Bella; her eyes, her nose and even her smile. He had my hair, and my colour to him. He was gorgeous. Everything I had hoped for, just in the completely wrong situation. He had been quiet since birth, but was starting to cry. I needed to go home and feed him. Or more, I needed to go home, explain the situation, get food and then feed him. It would be some time before he got food, and I didn't like that. Edward heard these thoughts of mine, and sighed.

"Fine, I'll lie to her and tell her that he died. When asked, a bear attacked. Both Bella and I died in the attack, okay? Now get out of here, before I change my mind. And Jacob, make sure you take good care of him. I don't want to risk Bella hating me for someone who won't look after him."

Screw you, bloodsucker, as if I would hurt my own son, I screamed loudly in my head as I took off running home to La Push.

I stopped thinking about that day, and got out of bed. Everyone had accepted Blake, although no one could understand why Bella lied. Charlie was glad his grandson survived, even happier that he was mine. Smiling, I walked into the kitchen and started to prepare his breakfast. Blake would be spending the day with Charlie today. While waiting, I thought back to what happened when I arrived in La Push, and the following weeks…

***

I ran into my house, scaring Billy. I was covered in blood, and had a crying baby in my arms. I didn't know how to explain.

"He was mine, Dad." Understanding covered Billy's face as he looked down at Blake. He smiled, glad that everything had sorted out. That's when he saw the sadness and despair in my eyes.

"Son, what's wrong?"

"Bella. She… she didn't make it." I started to cry, knowing I'd have to explain that this was all my fault. Billy took hold of Blake, and I rushed out of the door to explain to the pack. I phased just as I got outside. I was meant to be on patrol, so no one was here with me. I howled, as loudly as I could, and within minutes I was joined by the pack. By the time we had coordinated, they knew everything.

There was silence, which with so many werewolves, was unusual. It was Sam who spoke first.

Quil, go get some baby milk from Claire. Blake will be hungry. Embry, go inform the local police. Paul, Jared, go on patrol. Everyone else, go home. Jake… Come with me. With that, he phased back, and I followed suit. He turned to face me, sympathy in his face. "No one blames you Jake," he said softly. At that point, I believed him. I broke down and cried to Sam, showing him my weakness. I had killed Bella, turning her into something I despised. I had caused so much heartache but I had no time to grieve, because I had to be strong for Blake. I heard a howl in the distance after about ten minutes, and Sam phased to see what it was. Quil had given the milk to Billy, and Blake was happily feeding. I nodded, and phased back and went back home. That's when I felt the anger towards me from some of the pack, and I knew it wasn't going to be okay.

Once I was back at home, the police came. They asked me questions, and I told them the lie. I took them into the woods where it happened, and they took blood samples. They followed the trail, but it lead them no where. Within a few days, it was concluded both Edward and Bella were killed by the bears. Hunters went hunting for the bear that did it, but it was never found. The doctor looked Blake over, and said he was in good condition and was able to stay at home. Charlie was devastated, and spent a lot of time with Billy, Blake and me. At Bella's funeral, Charlie fell to pieces, and the guilt became unbearable. Afterwards, I did leave for a bit. I gave Blake to Billy, and went away for two weeks, staying in wolf form. Sadly, that meant listening to each member of the pack hate on me for leaving, and in the end, I decided to come back and deal with the consequences. Since then, I'd been the perfect father for Blake, and did everything for him.

***

With breakfast ready, I went in to give it to Blake. He was already awake and smiling from his cot. He was standing up, holding on to the bars. He reminded me of Bella in everything he did. I had decided to tell him the truth about vampires and werewolves, because I couldn't see myself stopping phasing any time soon. And when the time came about his mother, I'd tell him a distorted version of the truth: that a vampire killed her. Because, at the end of the day, if it wasn't for Edward Cullen, I'd have my perfect family here in my arms, and everything would have been how I pictured months ago. As it was, I had a broken family, still recovering from the aftermath of his destructive path. The moment that Bella realises that Edward is no good for her, I will be there. Picking up my son, I vowed to myself that before I died, Edward Cullen would be no more.