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Chapter Twenty Six

Taylor's POV

To me, this felt like the senior prom I never had. Except without Claire's brothers' overbearing stares looking over my shoulder, along with her dad. No, so this wasn't really like the prom I never had..

Although some of the cast were here, which made me feel a little better, standing among the tiled foyer while we still were waiting on my girl. Once the limo pulled up in front of our house just ten minutes earlier, I was ready to get going, though Claire was still wanting to be as perfect as possible. Ashley, Kristen and Nikki filed up the staircase in their sparkling cocktail outfits, coming to the rescue, while the men stayed down with me.

The others were in a bit of a conversation while I excluded myself from it to think. I leaned back against the cream colored wall as my hands snuck into my pockets. We'd went through this all before. Once. Claire's first Twilight red carpet appearance was for the first installment of Breaking Dawn, way back in 2011. When we weren't married, or expecting kids- everything then was so easy... But now, there was more to think about, more to consider.

Time after time I kept repeating to myself that the day was getting closer. It was still far, far away, but each week, as she got bigger... I can't stop myself from wondering when it'll be here. The doctor announced the due date to be the 10th of February. Just a day before my own birthday. But as we've both researched with having twins, they can come whenever they please! So if that ends up happening, I'll probably shit myself.

I quickly knocked out those thoughts and heard high chatter coming from upstairs, I turned my gaze over to the top of the hand rail where my mind disintegrated into dust. Meaningless, gray dust. At that very moment, I looked up only to see Claire trailing down each step with grace. Dark, royal blue covered her figure while rhinestones were scattered across her chest. The fabric just effortlessly flowing up and over her beautiful round stomach and continuing down to her feet. She held a strand of the material in her hand to keep herself from tripping. Though I hoped she knew that I would be there to catch her if she did..

Her soft brown hair was straightened and pulled back into a tight ponytail. I figured it was to make her neckline shine.

More or less, she was breathtaking.

When she smiled, I felt like I was the luckiest man in the world. But when that smile was joined with those sparkling eyes making contact with mine... I knew I was the luckiest man in the world.

Rob, the british bastard, whistled over to Claire, "My, my.. look at that hot mama." I shoved him in the shoulder while Claire giggled, blushing a light pink. While the others descended past her and over to their dates, Kellan must have sensed something randomly, and had everyone load up into the limo.

Finally, I was alone with my love.

She extended her hand out towards me and I grasped it gladly, pulling her into my body, I bent down to whisper in her ear.

"You just took my breath away, you know that?"

She chuckled deep from within her throat, "No I did not, but thank you for making me have an orgasm just looking at you."

I rumbled with pleasure, "After the movie dear, afterwards we can do whatever you want."

Her head rotated to me with a sly smirk on her round face, "Whatever I want huh?... We'll see if I can last until then, alright?"

My newly hardened dick throbbed, pulsating towards her as she winked before mending her delicate lips to my cheek. I moaned quietly under my breath, feeling an urge to just go fuck her right now, but that'd have to wait. About four or more hours.

"Yo! Love birds!" We both turned our heads, seeing Kellan through the open door. "You've already made the babies, now we've gotta go!" He grinned at himself just before Nikki hit him upside the head. Claire giggled from beside me, the sound had me grin. I then took her face within my hands, our lips meeting passionately for a few minutes before I wrapped my arm around her waist and she held her growing belly, we strolled out the door and into the brisk fall weather.

Claire's POV

This was indeed the last premiere for the saga. I've only be to the one before this, but I'll never forget what it feels like. To be on the other side of things, to see all the screaming fans holding homemade signs for the featured- no, their favorite celebrities. Most likely the ones that they want to marry.

Ones taken, I'm sorry. Heh, just kidding.

It was just a whole other experience, that I'll remember for the rest of my life. Along side another incredible one that would be here in three more months.

Taylor and I were one of the last to arrive on the red carpet. He weaved his arm through mine and I snuggled into his side as we took our first steps out into the craziness. A sudden whirl wind of yelling, flashing, clapping, cheering came at us full throttle. I just kept the smile on my face as we stopped from time to time, posing for pictures.

Taylor surprised me by first, laying his palm over mine - which was upon my stomach - and then kissing me softly under the lights. I quickly relaxed into his form, my heart stuttering inside my ribcage. From beneath my closed lids, I saw continuious white flashes filling every inch of my vision.What a riot this has just caused.

I pulled away from him gently, "Did you do that on purpose?" I questioned, my breath oddly heavy. The babies kicking in protest had me laugh absently.

"No of course not." He half smiled, giving me one more rub before nudging our connected bodies more down the pathway. I somewhat didn't believe what he told me, but I let it pass. Only because this was his night and I was just a guest.

The wife of a famous werewolf, carrying his two children. Yeah, just a guest.

After taking many pictures with other cast members, we broke off to say hello to the fans. Most of them politely asked if they could feel my stomach, and if the babies were constantly kicking, I'd let them. Just because I was one of those people who was always fascinated with feeling that little nudge and I wanted to spread my joy with others. Even if some were a little rabid. Eh.

Taylor from then on was being dragged about by his agent for numerous interviews just before the big event was about to begin. I then was left on my own, wandering down the carpet, waving generously to those who were trying very hard not to faint. Just as I was about to go find a face that I knew on this bloody carpet, the profile of this guys face caught my eye.

"Jack?"

A golden blonde head whipped in my direction and sure enough, those special green eyes twinkled at my appearance. I took a few steps past the cameras and towards the rope lining, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck with a big smile on my face.

"Claire! How are you- look at you!" He looked me up and down with that signature grin.

I chuckled and nodded, "Fat huh?" Making a face before giggling it off. "We just found out that we're having twins."

His smile widened, "Congratulations, I knew it'd happen sooner rather than later."

I scoffed and punched his arm, probably more gentle than I wanted. "And I'm good thank you very much but where have you been? I haven't heard from you in such a long time." I tried to make my voice as loud as it could go over the constant cries.

"Since your wedding. Yeah, sorry about that.."

"It's alright.. What are you doing here anyway?" I raised my eyebrow with a small grin.

"My sister invited me along and I took it graciously because I knew that I'd see you!"

What a sweetie. "Aww, well that's nice. I should get going though," I glanced over my shoulder, trying to scan the area for my husband. "Text me or call! We need to catch up sometime." I looked back up at his beaming face. We'd talk about him and one of my best friends then..

"Alright, I won't forget!" He pulled me into one last embrace.

"Okay good. I'll see you soon."

"Take care, tell Taylor I said hey." I stepped back from him and nodded in agreement, before finding my way back to where my man was.

Feet away from that deep gray suit, I took my time while walking the rest of the way. Though I suddenly noticed that he was in the middle of a interview with somebody from E! News. I took a detour and went around, not wanting to be in the cameras shot, although, Taylor caught sight of me and waved me over. I groaned but unwillingly dragged myself over there.

"Oh and here comes the wife!" The lady in burgundy red announced as I took my placed by his side. "Very pregnant I might add. How are you tonight Claire?"

I kinda faked a laugh before answering, "Fine thank you." Catching myself eyeing this skinny, plastic blonde, I quickly turned my focus away from her. Gosh darn it, these models.

"Good, good! I was just talking to Taylor here about Breaking Dawn part two and the madness on how this is the last premiere and everything- but now that you're here, we can talk babies!" I was already growing annoyed with the pitch of her tone. Taylor noticed and he snaked his arm around me, rubbing his thumb up and down along my hip. It soothed me just enough to make me drown out her voice a little.

"Happy belated Birthday by the way. Twenty two years old, you're still super young!" Her white teeth blinded me more than the Nikon cameras.

"Thank you." I grinned. Yep, I 'grinned', that's all.

"So, a boy and a girl? Any names so far?" Her microphone jotted back and forth between us. We glanced at each other for a second, wondering if we should say anything yet.

I sighed, nodding slightly. "Yes, actually we just finished a couple days ago."

Taylor cleared his throat, "Danielle Ilona Lautner for our girl." Taylor smiled, feeling proud.

"What an exotic middle name..." I still didn't know what this woman's name was.

"It was my mother's." I muttered, trying to smile.

She then gave me a apologetic expression, which I accepted before going on. "Um, and Andrew Daniel Lautner for her brother."

"Dani and Andy." Taylor spoke deeply and lovingly as he kissed my already warmed cheek, having my blush go into a deeper hue.

"Aww, Dani and Andy. How cute! Well, thank you both.. Hope everythings bright in your future and have a great time tonight!" We each shook hands, smiles coming to the surface.

"Thank you, and you too as well." Taylor spoke before taking my hand within his big, warm one.

We stepped away from the camera crew and ran into Robert and Kristen, whom were making their way into the Nokia Theatre as we were. I looked up into the sky - which was probably not the best idea, just because I needed to watch my footing with this big belly in my way - watching the dark blue sky turn pitch black in a matter of minutes. The wind picked up around us making the hairs along my arms rise from the goosebumps that had already begun forming. Taylor released his grip on my hand and draped his arm over my shoulder, stroking my skin gently to create friction. Even through the material of his probably hundred dollar (over more than that most likely) suit, I could still feel his body heat radiating from him. It was a talent of his that would never disappear.

Took us a while to get to our seats, though once in the warmth of the theatre and in our designated chairs, I just sat back, resting my head - and my already aching feet - on Taylor's broad shoulder and watched the highly anticipated movie like everyone else.

Everytime Taylor appeared on the screen as Jacob, the moment he spoke, our babies poked in response. I was so amazed each time it happened, I took Taylor's hand and had him feel for himself.

His deep voice would echo throughout the dark room and our children, as if in excitement, kicked about inside me. I smiled, almost laughing at the act, though looking at Taylor's face... Tears were welling up in his hazel eyes.

Treasuring this beautiful moment of a father's connection with his kids, I laid my hand on his cheek, bringing his focus to me. He quickly started to wipe his eyes, though I stopped him in the process.

"They love you." I hushed into his ear.

He didn't reply in words but through only a nod. I smiled, feeling his emotion of becoming a dad transfer to me. My chin etched its way towards his awaiting lips slowly, arriving upon my target with ease. My heart exploded into a million pieces, although the shards were small, they still beat just as fast and as hard as a whole heart would. Feeling his warm lips move against mine had my body shiver. Trembling breaths blew down his throat while his hands still rested atop my stomach. I felt him start to smile against me, and I took it as my cue to pull away, knowing that he was better.

"I love you... so much." He whispered into my skin. And I knew that I didn't have to say it back.

He always knew my answer.

Hours passed, goodbyes were said, and Taylor had already unzipped the side of my dress as he traveled up the staircase with me in his arms. Suckling at the nook of his neck, I squeezed my fingers tighter and harder as we journeyed to the second floor. I could barely hear the door to our bedroom crash open through both our gaspings for air. My blood was pulsing rapidly, echoing in rhythm with my heart, they both rang in the tunnels of my ears. He laid me gently down in the middle of the sheets while he took what seconds he could to pull off his expensive suit. I smiled at his urgency, my breathing beginning to slow at one point, though hitching back up when he stood before me in nothing but those damn boxers.

Didn't I feel overdressed..

He didn't waste time climbing over me, lowering his body as close as he possibly could until he hit my bulging stomach. Letting his elbow drop next to my shoulder, he caressed the side of my face with his free hand, smiling with a certainty and assurance that made me feel better about this situation that was about to unfold. I didn't think we were going to have sex... I actually wasn't at all sure. But before I could process it anymore, my hormones took control. Three times the blood in ones body can do horrible things, fucking horrible things I tell you. I felt my mouth curve into a smirk as a growl suppressed through my teeth. I launched upwards, attacking his lips with a passionate force, his tongue unable to dominate. All in all, I thought Taylor would back away from this rough exterior I was producing, but instead, he stayed in tune with it.

I ran my fingers through his tuffs of black hair and he returned the favor by straddling me completely. I hiked my knee up so that my foot could be a stable source from slipping. His lower body seemed to fit perfectly right under the peak of my belly, just on my pelvis. You would think that'd be uncomfortable, but in reality, it was better than having your partner squishing you.

My back arched towards him in the act of lust, his hands roamed down to my collarbone, pulling down the top of my dress to reveal my lacy bra. I stripped that off of myself immediately. All the while, our lips were still as one. Taylor on the other hand, really knew how to multitask. He knew how to fulfill all my needs. Every little detail that could make me squirm in delight, he did it.

Groping my breast with one hand, trailing his finger up and down my exposed thigh with the other - what more could he do? I drew a shuddered moan in between our parted mouths, while my fingers occupied his chest. Mazing up and down his toned, mostly down towards the infamous elastic waistband of his boxers. It was taunting me. I could feel it. I wanted so bad to slide them down, to feel his hard muscle, skin to skin... But then I thought of the babies. I knew that this action would take me over the top and I don't know what I would do if that happened.

I forcefully removed myself from Taylor, scooting awkwardly away from him and back against the headboard. It was definitely a struggle, considering he was practically laying on top of me.

His eyes filled with confusion and fresh sexual tension. "What's wrong? Are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I-"

"No, I'm...fine." I replied, feeling extremely out of breath. I couldn't feel where my heart had gone inside my body.

"Then why did you stop?" He crawled over, sitting in front of me.

I tugged on the sheets, holding them over my chest. "I-Taylor, its one in the morning, we should go to sleep." I made a face, feeling guilty for lying again.

"What aren't you telling me.." His hands grasped my shoulders. "I know when you're lying or feeling doubtful. Only because you make weird, fake faces that don't seem to fool anyone."

I bit my bottom lip in frustration though soon gave up on trying to save myself. "Fine. I'm just worried about staying in control while... I'm at this stage in the game." Motioning to the over sized stomach of mine.

His eyebrows softened and he kissed my forehead. "I'd never let it get that far. I know how much we need to take care of our children right now, and you need to stay healthy and safe."

My eyes glanced over his body for a moment before returning back to his face. What? I can't check out my own hubby?

"And, I also know that we both have needs. Though they won't be fully fulfilled until you're well enough, physically."

I sighed at his conclusion, "You're perfect."

There was a pause before his one word answer. "Why?"

"Because you know everything there is to make a girl... happy." I shook my head, allowing a smile to take my face.

"Lets just hope that I can make Dani as happy." His features fell slightly.

"Stop doubting yourself Taylor Lautner." I slapped his cheek, having him cringe back from me. "You are, without a doubt in anyones mind, going to be the best dad there is. For both Dani and Andy." I ended with a small smile. He continued to listen intently, taking my hands as he leaned forward, resting his ear on my vessel. "They're going to be so lucky to have you..." I felt my voice breaking randomly, the mid of my throat starting to swell.

"We're lucky to have each other." He spoke huskily.

"There you go, switching perspectives on me again." I laughed, my stomach bobbing up and down.

His head perked up, full and wide with alert. "No, no.. I was just making plain ole' good sense."

"Right." I grinned slyly.

"Seriously.." He responded, coming over my abdomen swiftly and up close in my face.

"Sorry I slapped your baby face." I cooed.

"I'm a man. It's fine."

"Oh yeah?" My eyebrow raised as his hot breath flowed through my open mouth, intoxicating me. I made my move, now high with his delicious taste in my system, closing the space between us to bite his plump bottom lip. He closed the deal, sealing our lips together. My head tilted backwards against the cushioned board as I felt helpless beyond my will with this mans incredibly rich mouth all over mine.

We made out intensely for minutes beyond until I finally called it quits for the night, even though I knew he- no I would sneak in a few during the rest of the late hours. Couldn't get enough of this guy. He had "it".

Changed and comfy, we climbed back into our jacked up bed and curled around each other, his body molding effortlessly against mine. Even while I was pregnant, six and a half months, our shape would never falter.

We were two missing puzzle pieces that found one another down in New Mexico, both searching for the right match, but always coming up short. Fortunately for these two, they hit it off right at the first touch. They may fight, argue about useless things, but even if they tried? They'd still come back to each other running.

Forever these pieces will live, bringing new ones into the world as time goes on.

"Andy, wait!" I called out once more, forgetting about the on coming tears that stung my eyelids. Hearing my own voice like this was scary.. In the back of my mind, I didn't really know what was going on. Until I focused more on my son (my son? Already?), whom was tall, lean with muscle with cropped black spiky hair just like Taylors. Andy turned back round, his deep brown eyes flickered back and forth between Taylor, Danielle and I, before dropping his bag and running back over to me.

I cried relentless painful tears, trying to soak in as much of my son as I possible could.

"I love you." I whispered longingly into his neck.

"I love you too, mom." Husky, just like his dad.

"Be safe son." I heard Taylor's voice come from next to me. Andy released me to go give his father one last hug, their bond I could tell was immensely strong.

I looked over at Danielle next. Oh my sweet girl. She looked about eighteen. Her body carried elegance, holding up with long beautiful legs like mine; eyes like hazel stars just like Taylors. Dark curly brown hair trailed down her back as she leapt into her brothers arms. He swayed to and fro, squeezing her tightly once more before setting her back on her feet.

He gave us one more nod before walking back over, grabbing his large duffel and slinging it over his shoulder. His glistening eyes shot back at us for the last time before turning to walk behind the other recruits, off into the military. Off for a year. Off into the unknown.

My body jerked up abruptly, shocking me when I felt my belly resist against me slouching any further. I gasped loudly for air, my lungs feeling like they've been deflated for the longest time, it was deathly hard to use them again... My chest hurting just like in the dream. Sweat droplets trickled down my neck and through the valley of my chest.

I hardly noticed that I had awakened Taylor, whom was rubbing my back gently and also trying to desperately get my attention. I honestly couldn't think or hear. All of that seemed oddly real.

I saw my son, my daughter, and Taylor. Dani was beautiful and looked so much like Taylor, while Andy was exactly like him though with my eyes.

Was he really going off to war after high school? Or was it just another hopeless, meaningless dream about my possible future?

Believe me, I've had plenty of those.

Though I couldn't imagine my own flesh and blood going off to get himself killed in the depths of hell.

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