Well, I basically decided to just end the poll early, since the majority of you all wanted the same thing; and I figured it wasn't going to change much if I just left it another few days. Plus, if I stop writing for too long I'll get lazy and never write again…

So, without further ado, here are the results:

Quadruplets = EPIC FAIL = Zero votes.

Triplets = SORT OF AN FAILURE = One vote.

Twins = WINNER = 8 votes.

So I hope everyone is happy with the results. At first I was kind of depressed because I originally wanted her to have quadruplets… but then I thought to myself, "Why would I do that? Sure, it would please me, but not my audience." So this is for you guys; since you know….. You rock and all

"It's seems as if there are two babies inside of you, Renesmee," Carlisle moved the machine around on my stomach; showing me the two figures.

I blinked fast, "Are you sure? I'm pregnant?" Okay, that was a stupid question, but I still couldn't believe my eyes. And not just one kid; but TWO!?

My mom squeezed my hand affectionately, "They're beautiful, honey."

I nodded; at a loss for words. Jacob's children were… inside of me. But he was gone. Maybe this was exactly what I needed to get him back.

Grandpa removed the gel stuff with a paper towel, and I pulled my shirt back down; while my arms shook as they passed over my little bulge.

"Carlisle, how long is she going to be pregnant for? Are the babies growth going to be sped up like she was?" My mom inquired him while helping me to my feet.

"I believe so. Should be a three months; at the least. And she'll be just fine during those three months too. She shouldn't have any problems like you did," he chuckled.

I shuddered, remembering all the stories on how I was born; like a baby out of hell or something. It must have really been hard on my father; seeing her in so much pain.

"Let's go tell everyone," my mom took my hand and led me out the down.

When we reached the living room, everyone was still in their places as before, they had all their eyes on me. I looked over at my mother, and then quickly glanced towards my stomach.

I tried to manage a smile, trying to make it look like I really was happy, "I'm having twins." I said quickly, trying to keep a high voice.

My aunts and grandma came to hug me, squealing in joy; while the rest of them weren't sure what to do. Especially my father.

"Perhaps I should call Jacob," he said uneven, taking strides out of the room. I followed quickly behind him.

"He doesn't need to know, dad."

"The hell he does," he cursed, trying to maintain a low voice. I let him be as he called from the telephone in the kitchen. He dialed in a number and then waited. It wasn't long until we heard the all-to -familiar ring of Jacob's phone:

Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Let's get some shoes.

I almost let out a laugh; remembering the time Embry had stolen his phone and downloaded that ringtone. Jake wasn't good with modern technology and couldn't figure out how to get it off.

Over on the table; was Jacob's phone, ringing. He left it there. Which meant now there was no way of communicating with him. My father then slammed the phone done and exited the room; frustrated.

I stood frozen for a few minutes; my mind freezing too. I felt light-headed like I was about to faint. I went over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of grape Gatorade and chugged it down in one gulp.

When I tossed it in the garbage pail, everyone entered the kitchen, taking seats at the table. I took this as a sign for myself to sit down and enjoy it too.

"I've called this meeting to discuss a serious topic." My father spoke, firmly and demanding.

I realized that I sat in the seat with Jake's phone in front of me, I grabbed it and unawarely just started flipping it open and then shut over and over.

"Go on," Grandpa spoke up, "We're all curious on what you have to offer us."

He stood up and gripped the table; taking a deep breath, "We've lived in Forks way too long. Carlisle; you have another house that you own in Northern Minnesota."

Carlisle nodded, "Yes, I do. But if we do, you realize, that we'll be moving out of the safety of the Quiluetes."

Dad quickly glanced at me, and then back to Carlisle, "We don't need their protection anymore. The Volturi have decided to leave us alone… at least for another century, I can see it in Alice's thoughts."

Aunt Alice nodded knowingly, "I think it's a wonderful idea. The school year will be ending soon, so we have all summer to get used to the new surroundings.

"Good," my dad smiled accordingly, "Let's vote."

Grandma started, "I, personally, love this town. Carlisle, dear, are you sure it won't be too sunny for us out there?"

He shook his head, "No, Edward and I lived there for a couple years a while ago, it's not very rainy; but just a very cloudy place."

She frowned, "No rain? I suppose I can adjust to that. Yes"

Aunt Rose went next, "I think it would be in Nessie's best interest if we moved. She'll just be teased if we stay here. If we leave, then she has three months to have the children, and be back at school without anyone knowing. For me, it's a definite yes."

I dropped Jake's phone in shock, "I have to go back to school? What about you guys?"

"Renesmee," my dad almost scolded, "We've been through high school many times, we can skip a few years to help take care of your new arrivals for you. This is your first time through, and you must finish just like every other kid in the country."

"Fine," I leaned back in my chair, "But I want you all to know that my vote is no. I'm not leaving my friends or the pack."

I regretted those last few words directly after saying them. Jacob wasn't around for now; the pack probably hated me for driving him away. Maybe it would be best if we got out of here, then, I didn't want them telling Jacob about the pregnancy.

"Never mind," I sighed. "I vote yes."

We kept going around the table; and everyone said yes. No big surprise there.

"Then it's settled," Carlisle spoke wisely, "We'll pack up through this week. On our own, we could move within a day; but we got to make it more realistic for the town. So we'll hire some movers to get everything done."

Some groaned at the thought of doing things human speed.

"It's in our best interest if we want to keep our kind a secret," he informed, "If you want to, everyone can start packing some things ourselves. Such as clothes; small things; et cetera."

As I started to walk upstairs towards "my room" I immediately thought of Blake. Perhaps I should call him to tell him we were moving. That would be hard.