Four Months later…

At first, I dealt with major guilt concerning the others after our move. Jaio, Chi and Yan-mei had selflessly followed me here without hesitation. I had never taken into account how hard it would have been for them, either. Jaio losing Brady, Chi losing his friends… and Yan-mei…well, she had it easier, but she worried over her sister. But at least everyone could text.

It was that contact that kept us up to date.

Neither Paul and I could fathom the massive changes that occurred within the pack. Apparently, Bella Swan's child carried on the gene of bringing serious drama. I was horrified hearing of Jacob's attempt to murder the quickly growing child. But Paul didn't elaborate whatever had happened that stopped it.

It was all too much that made my head spin.

And if that worry compromised my state, Paul resolved to know nothing about it. 'Besides,' he would dismiss, 'sounds like they lost their minds already. I'm not about to lose mine either.' He carelessly shrugged, but I knew he was confused over the pack split. It was hard to imagine everyone taking up sides and fighting each other…

It was even longer before I heard word about the Volturi from Rosalie. They were highly interested in the young Renesmee Cullen, and would be visiting time to time.

I didn't know what these visits entailed.

But I sure as hell wasn't going back so long as they were there. I was absolutely done with anything dangerous. The clear belly bump that protected my two baby boys was reason enough. It worked with Paul, too. Whenever he had his moments of wonder, all he had to do was look at me, then my growing bump. Just like that he would forget everything about La Push.

The power of an imprint still amazed me…

But on the bright side, Lei had helped us snag a fairly secluded house nestled in some woods, just down a long driveway in her neighborhood. It was actually really nice. Two stories, rooms for everyone, and enough space for shifting without being noticed. Though Chi, Yan-mei and Paul would have to keep an eye out. This was still new territory, and we weren't entirely free to have as much fun as we liked.

Paul had found a job at a local gym that paid fairly well. They were impressed with his endurance and fitness, so they hired him as a personal trainer. Often I had to remind him that humans didn't have inner wolves and needed a little more…gentleness, than a raging wolf shouting at them to 'get off their lazy butts and move!'. He liked the movement though, in place of regular activity with the pack.

The kids had transitioned to school fairly well, and though Jaio was depressed about leaving Brady, she had reevaluated her priorities once she saw how much my stomach was growing.

I needed more help around the house. With two boys inside, partially wolf at that, they were huge. So even at four months I needed help getting up and doing chores. I was thankful Jaio's attention turned to being motherish over me than talking about Brady.

I promised her we would return when it was safe.

But for now, we all had to hold out…

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Another four months later…

The kids all had a birthday, fairly close to another too. So Lei and I arranged we celebrate for all of them at a water park. It was fun taking a day to goof around in the sun. Though, Stormy wasn't thrilled with being inside and leashed most the time, (something we had no choice in given our new neighborhood), he had a small friend at home now to keep him company.

Jaio came home with a homeless kitten one day, and upon her big eyes, Paul and I couldn't say no. My wolf could only say one of these days he would turn into a cat himself at this rate. Stormy though was happy with the tiny kitten that would fearlessly chase him around and keep him company.

That day at the park, seeing myself in a bathing suit (of course with a one of those light dresses around myself) I realized how close I was to popping. Every time I tried getting up, I needed hands to pull me. I needed Yan-mei or Jaio to help me get dressed or simply calm down because my hormones left me sweltering.

I couldn't keep up with them all running around. The best I could do was lounge in a beach chair with my sunglasses, as resting seemed to be my favorite sport now. But at least Lei was there with me, too old to run around and be wild. I enjoyed listening to her stories and simply being with her. Paul was glued at my side most the time, at least till I reassured him a hundred times I was fine sitting in the shade. He was reluctant about leaving his heavily pregnant wife- but couldn't resist the water park.

As a testosterone driven wolf, he had to show off he could handle the biggest slide drop.

Men…

Regardless, I had fun with Lei and listening to her chat away. Since we were celebrating the kids' birthday, I couldn't complain about the sun. So Lei helped me to a small pool and treated us to some ice-cream.

How I adored the woman.

Thankfully the kids got hungry enough to leave, so we went the short distance to a crowded restaurant. At least the cake was free… Though, I admit I ate more than usual… Sunburned, the trio were all very happy. Chi and Yan-mei both turned sixteen, and Jaio thirteen. And now that I thought about it, my own birthday was next month.

Twenty-six…

The thought made me groan. But on the bright side…

It was exactly two weeks later word spread that the Volturi were gone. I didn't know what happened, but I didn't care. Renesmee must have worked some magic, because it was over.

And I wanted nothing more than to have my boys at home, raised in La Push.

Of course, the moment Paul and I broke the news, I gained a massive headache from the kid's excited screaming. It even scared Stormy and Thorn (Jaio's little kitten) who made herself comfortable atop said lion's head, causing them to go skidding from the room.

It was an early birthday wish that came true.

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In my final month of pregnancy, unbearably uncomfortable and aching every day, Paul and I had talked many times about how this would work. Dr. Cullen would be my doctor, and he would skim over the normal vaccines that might not react well for hybrid infants.

Truth be told, I had no idea what to expect. Neither did he. But he would be playing it safe and replacing any blood results with normal human ones for the record. No one would know about my blood and how different my family was.

I also had this funny, crazy thought I could do natural childbirth.

Yeah…no. Big regret.

After returning to La Push, with our home the same as how we left it, I was ready to rest easy. Jaio and Emily took to preparing the extra storage room as a nursery, and the pack never hesitated to gawk when they saw me. Every single one of their mouths fell open, and any hugs were closely monitored by Paul.

Everyone was thrilled to be back home. I still remembered the moment our moving vans drove onto the reservation, and there waiting at our house was the whole pack- a few humans like Emily included. Paul's pack brothers all looked confused as he merely smiled at them and hurried to the passenger's side. Then they knew why. I could barely walk- waddle more like. I could never forget the laughter and whistles that broke out. But it was a good day. Everyone reuniting, Stormy proudly showing off his new little friend atop his head, and sweet enough Jaio and Brady glomping each other.

Better yet, Jacob, practically himself again since the day I first met him, fell on his knees and talked to my stomach. It was weird- but endearing. Jacob loved me, and that included the boys he was all too eager to meet. But then my husband flicked him in the forehead, smirking.

"Back up, Black. The last thing I need are my boys' busting out their claws on the way out cause you spooked em."

I was glad Emily beat them both up.

But then, exactly three days after being in La Push again, my water broke. Paul flew out of bed when I woke up, him rushing for the phone and car keys. Only Feng would need to be babysat, with Stormy having a sleepover at the kid's house. Poor thing was attached to the hip with Jaio's kitten Thorn.

After calling Sam, Paul confirmed they'd be right over. Feng would be fine for a few minutes alone while Paul rushed me to the hospital. Along the way I texted Dr. Cullen, and he answered he would be at the hospital in minutes.

The pain and pressure was overwhelming, and with my teeth grit, I learned trying to hold them in was futile. These boys were having their way. Now.

The moment Paul swerved into the parking lot, my hands were bloodied, and I followed the instinct to push. I could only scream and arch my back. Before he could park fully I was pulling my bloodied baby boy to my chest, panting and crying in a messy combo. Paul had turned pale and completely was at a loss what to do as the infant wailed. Luckily Dr. Cullen arrived and nearly ripped the door off. He helped turn me around and announced I had to push- now.

Paul wrapped his arms around my chest, shaking as I screamed and struggled.

Five minutes later, Carlisle was carefully handling my other boy. He looked over his shoulder where a band of nurses were hurrying out with a gurney. "Hang on Ross, we'll get you taken care of." He smiled over the sounds of infant crying.

He took care of me that night. Carlisle wasn't cheap with the medicine, either. Before the medicine knocked me out, and alleviated my pain, he assured me the twins were perfectly healthy and fine. Though, all I remembered was Paul holding my hand the entire night, while his eyes rested across from him to the two hospital bassinets.

He kept an adoring, protective eye on our growing family for me.

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They were named after our fathers. Michael and Mark Lahote. I never really realized how much the strong, ten pound each boys' took out of me till I was home again. It made for another long cat-nap, during which Paul made sure nothing disturbed me. Not Stormy, nor the kids. And Feng was staying with the Uley's. But when I woke, there Paul was, sitting next to me in bed with a little baby in each of his muscular arms.

I could only watch, tire lined under my eyes. Paul would smile at them, causing them either to stare at him seriously or baby giggle like it was hilarious. Well, Michael was the giggling one. He seemed to take after my own mischievous nature, whereas I had no doubts his brother had wolf in him. But each of them reflected Paul and I well. They were near identical with their tufts of black hair. The poor wolf was surprised when I leaned up next to him, purring and wrapping my arms around him.

It left both cubs…or pups, either way, falling asleep instantly. Paul looked at me, his lips tugging upwards.

"What are you looking at?" He made sure to be quiet, too.

There were many things on my mind at that moment, but I only spoke one.

I kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for giving me my happily ever after, Paul."

His dark eyes shone at me. "And thank you for not being a scaredy cat, and for sticking around… You're the best, kitten."

I tucked my head under his, purring away as our cubs slept.

"I know."