I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA

A/N: For those who don't know I had originally posted this chapter a week or so ago and the chapter had gone very differently. This is a re-write of "13 Weeks 3 Days".

Autumn's P.O.V.

Thanksgiving has never been that big of a deal in the Lee household. Back when we lived in Vegas, we would go out to this sushi place that we all love and then go and see a movie (usually a romcom or a thriller, Mom and I usually prefer a horror flick, but Nana won't have any of that). But this year is different. Now that I'm pregnant, Nana, Mom, and I can't just do our own thing. We have a whole new family to get to know. And what better way to do that than to gather for Thanksgiving and eat a bunch of food?

"I think that we should tell my mom and grandma," I tell Embry over the phone that morning. I struggle to make my bed while holding my cell phone in between my cheek and shoulder.

"What do you mean?" he questions. I can already tell that he's been eating. His mouth sounds like it's full of food.

"Can you stop smacking your lips? It's annoying the hell out of me," I tell him. "And what I mean, is that we should tell them about the whole you-can-turn-into-a-wolf thing."

"Autumn, you know we can't do that." I scoff as I finish smoothing out my blanket and flop down on the mattress.

"Why not? It's not like they're gonna tell anybody else. It's just so I don't have to lie to them."

"You're not technically lying to them," Embry points out. I roll my eyes.

"Lying by omission is lying just the same." He sighs.

"Look, we don't go around telling just anybody. The only people who are allowed to know are our close family and our im—" He cuts off abruptly, not finishing his sentence.

"And your what?" I question.

"Look, the point is that only a select number of people are allowed to know. The reason I told you is because you're having my child. There's no reason why Angie and Andie need to know."

"Well, they're gonna think that it's pretty fucked up when you're "mysteriously" disappearing to who knows where in the next two days. They're gonna expect you to stay by my side, but I already know that Sam's got you patrolling throughout the day." My amniocentesis is scheduled for tomorrow morning. After that, I'll have to stay on bed rest for forty-eight hours, and (understandably so) my mom and Nana will expect Embry to stay by my side in those two days following the procedure. "And I know you're gonna say that you don't care if they think badly of you because of that, but I do. You're the father of my baby, I don't want two of the most important people in my life to dislike you. Plus, you're starting that new job next week, so it's not like you can say that it's a work thing because I already told them that you're starting next week."

"I don't think it's a good idea. And it's not just up to me. I'd have to talk to the rest of the guys about it, too." I let out a breath, knowing that that is the best I'm gonna get right now.

"Okay. But please ask them right now. If it is okay, then I want my mom and grandma to know before the procedure tomorrow. I hate lying to them."

"I will, promise." We say goodbye and I hang up the phone. I absentmindedly rub my stomach. My little peanut. I don't even know if they're a boy or a girl yet, but somehow I feel like I know them already.

I'm alone in the house right now. Mom is working until nine tonight and Nana went out to brunch with Bruce. They seem to be getting pretty serious. I wonder when she's going to introduce us to him. She's been single for as long as I can remember and it'd be nice to see her get married and be happy. I don't think she's ever been in love since before Papa Vincent died before Mom was born.

It's only eleven in the morning and I don't have to be at Emily and Sam's house until four so I decide to take some time to clean the house. I rearrange my books in order of author, I dust my furniture and vacuum the floor. Then I move to the rest of the house. I do laundry, sweep and mop the floors. I do the dishes wipe the counters and dust the furniture. Just a deep clean that the house really needs. After, I debate on if I should go up to the attic and organize Mom and Nana's papers. It's a big job and I'm not sure if I have the energy for it. But I look at my phone and see that it's only twelve-thirty. I have more than enough time to do this.

I sigh as I walk up the attic stairs and flip the light switch on. The place is nearly empty save for five big bins full of papers.

I sit down and pull up one of the bins. Inside is a bunch of my baby pictures and pictures of me growing up. They're just random from different ages and at different events. Me at my fifth grade chorus concert. Hannah and I dressed as zombies for Halloween when we were eleven. Me opening presents at Christmas when I was five. I find an old digital camera from about two or three years ago. Surprisingly, I'm still able to turn it on, it's got five percent battery left, and I look through the photos. I took pictures of Hannah, of Hannah's dog among other things. Then I find a video of myself. I'm standing in my old living room, and I find that I remember this. Mom and Nana were at work at the time and I was home alone with Hannah after school. And I watch as I sing the Star-Spangled Banner. Mom always told me that I have a beautiful voice and I've always loved singing. After that, the camera dies and I put it back into the bin.

I organize the photos into stacks and put the top back on. I move through each box and organize the contents inside. But then I come across a smaller lockbox. It has a four digit combination lock. I shake it and hear a bunch of papers or something rattling around in there. I look at the lock and think. What could the combo be? I try my mom's birthday: 0609. Nope. I try Nana's birthday: 0519. Nada. I try my birthday: 0315. Not a chance. I think long and hard. What combination of numbers is the key? What is important to Mom? Other than myself, obviously. Then it's like a lightbulb goes off over my head and I know. I try 0622. The lock opens. 0622. June twenty-second, nineteen-eighty-nine. The day I was conceived. Mom told me that she knew exactly because her and Mark had only ever done it three times. And the last time before that was several months earlier. I can't blame her for keeping that day in her head. I still remember the day I conceived my little peanut. I open the box and on the top, there's something that I don't expect to see: my birth certificate. I frown a little, thinking it's a little weird that Mom would have my birth certificate locked in a safe. I've never seen it before. Any time it was needed Mom always had it and handled it.

I shake my head and put it aside without paying too much attention to it. I then find an old sonogram photo.

Lee, Angela
July 29, 1989
7w3d

I look at the sonogram photo and see what looks to be my mother's uterus when she was seven weeks pregnant. And on it I see a little blob that doesn't even look human. Just like a clump of cells. And at first I think it's me, but then I notice something next to it. An identical blob. My heart skips a beat as I think about what this means. What the hell? Is this some sort of joke? I throw the sonogram down and quickly look at my birth certificate.

Child's Name: Autumn Hope Lee
Gender: Female
Twin

Twin? What the fuck? Downstairs, I hear the front door close. I hurriedly stuff everything back into the lockbox and then grab the box and hurry out of the attic, closing the door behind me. I hear Nana's voice from downstairs, announcing to me that she's home. I hide the lockbox in the one place I knew my mom wouldn't think to look: in a hidden corner of my bookshelf, right behind my copy Pride and Prejudice and Harry Potter. Mom doesn't like to read. She says that she gets bored too easily to be able to focus on a book for more than a few pages.

"How was your date with Bruce?" I question Nana when I walk into the living room. She's sitting on the couch, reading a book. She absolutely knows about the huge-ass secret Mom's been hiding. Maybe I should mention the word "twin" and see how she reacts. Maybe I should see what she knows. Nana looks up from her book and to me, smiling.

"It was really good. Every time I go out with him I think that there's nothing else I can learn about him, but then he goes and surprises me," she says. I sit down next to her. I can just bring it up. I have to lead up to it.

"So…tell me about him."

"He's only a couple years older than me. His wife, Lucille, died ten years ago from a heart attack. He has three children and seven grandchildren. One of his grandkids is your age. Maybe you've met her? Her name is Brenna Thomas." My eyebrows raise so high that they almost leave my forehead. That's a plot twist I never saw coming.

"Yeah. She's kind of a bitch."

"Autumn!" Nana exclaims, giving a disapproving look. I shrug my shoulders defensively.

"What?! She is! She basically called me a slut because she found out that I'm pregnant. And then she went and spread it around school." She gives me an exhausted look.

"While that is wrong, please don't let her get a rise out of you. Bruce is important to me and I don't want our granddaughters to be fighting." I sigh and run a hand through my hair.

"Okay. I'll do my best to stay out of her way. But when will Mom and I be meeting Bruce?" Nana smirks.

"Oh, I don't know. It's still early and I want to be sure that it's going to work out before I introduce you." I smile.

"If you say so. But I hope it's soon. I want to meet him." Nana gives me one last smile before turning back to her book. I can't do it. I can't . I need to find more information on this before I tell Mom or Nana. If I don't then they could both easily brush me off.

So I go back up to my room and call the only people I can trust with this: Marnie, Jade, and Paul. Hopefully, with their help, I can get to the bottom of this.

A/N: What did you guys think? This chapter is a re-post, the original have been taken down by me. So, this chapter had originally gone very differently with everything being brought up out of the blue and randomly. And I realized that I can't just do it that way and I have to lead up to it. So I rewrote the chapter. Also, I'll be revealing the gender of the baby soon. Within the next couple of chapters, because when doing an amniocentesis they can also find out the gender of the child. So if you haven't voted for what you think the gender of the baby should be, then do so asap. There's a poll on my profile. Please review!

~Gina