April showers bring May flowers... and babies! Paul and Rachel's little girl was born on May 1, the tiny Black twins' half-birthday. She was a perfect little person, and they were over the moon. Her name was Rebecca, but they would call her Becky. For some reason, no one had ever called Rachel's twin that. If they had to shorten her name, they had called her Becks or Becca.

The nurses at Forks Hospital made Rachel promise that if she ever had more children she would give birth someplace else. They were only partially joking. Paul was a giant pain in the ass.

"What do you mean it's NATURAL? My wife is in PAIN!" he'd shout at whoever was handy. "This has gone on long enough! DO SOMETHING!" he'd growl. Rachel was in labor for a total of six hours, not bad for a first baby but way too long for Paul's taste.

When the doctor placed the tiny blanketed bundle in Paul's arms, he melted into a gooey puddle of daddy. His daughter was absolutely the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and they were the stars of "bathing baby" class the next day in the maternity ward. He had all the new mommies swooning over the handsome daddy who never even flinched when he had to change a messy diaper. Rachel was glad she had decided to breastfeed Becky, or she might never have gotten a chance to hold her.

Sue left her babies with Billy and Leah so she could go over and give Rachel a hand. It turned out to be unnecessary, since Paul would only relinquish his hold on Becky for a few minutes at a time - or when she was asleep in her cradle next to Paul and Rachel's bed. Sue had brought a casserole for their first dinner at home with careful instructions for Paul to heat it. She also dropped off a lemon meringue pie, which Billy said was Rachel's favorite.

"They'll be fine," Sue assured Billy and Leah when she returned earlier than they had expected. "Paul is a natural. Like you, sweetheart.* She kissed Billy's cheek as he sat shoveling strained sweet potatoes into his daughter. Leah was feeding Will in the other high chair. The twins were gaining nicely and, according to their pediatrician, were healthy and normal.

"I guess I'll run along then, Mom, if you don't mind taking over," Leah said. "Jake and I have some wedding details to take care of." She handed the jar and spoon over to Sue. "I asked Billy, and he's agreed to perform the ceremony," Leah added, kissing the top of Billy's head. "We want a traditional Quileute ceremony, so he'll be perfect." She grinned. "Didn't have much luck talking Jake into wearing a loincloth though. I had to settle for a suit with the coat unbuttoned and an open collar on the shirt. Still, I think he'll look okay." Leah chuckled and fanned her face with her hand. According to the female population of LaPush, and Leah Clearwater in particular, Jacob Black would be smokin' hot dressed in a burlap bag.

"I'm really happy for you guys, Mom. The babies complete your little family, don't they?" She looked wistful, and Sue picked up on it.

"You and Jake will have your time, honey. One way or another." Sue knew what the council thought about female wolves being sterile, and she hoped for Leah's sake that they were wrong. "There are all kinds of possibilities these days. You can adopt - you can even have a surrogate carry a baby that actually belongs to you and Jake." Sue stood and walked over to Leah, hugging her gently. "Who knows - you might just get pregnant yourself. We really just don't know."

"Thanks, Mom." Leah hugged back. No need to tell Sue that they'd been trying for months. Some people tried for years before they had success, right? "I'll see you tomorrow. I haven't forgotten it's date night. Jake's coming with me." She shrugged, grinning. "Four hands are always better than two when you're babysitting twins."

The theater parking lot in Forks was jammed. Sue smiled at Billy. "There's a spot - over there in the corner." He maneuvered the truck into the space and turned off the engine. Sue hopped out and grabbed the wheelchair, pushing it around to the driver's side where Billy carefully lowered himself in and strapped the seatbelt on. "I guess this is what you get when you come to an early show. All the school kids are still in there. I think we're getting old, my dear." She kissed his cheek and walked beside him to the ticket counter.

When they came out, the sun had disappeared and so had all of the cars. They had wandered around the mall and had a cup of coffee, taking advantage of the relative peace and quiet. Leah made sure they had a night out a couple of times a month - it was her excuse to have the twins to herself for an evening.

The vampire came out of nowhere. Before they even saw him, he had his icy hands around Billy's mouth and Sue had crumpled to the hard blacktop. In slow motion, Billy saw her purse go skidding across the silent lot. Sue lay still, a small spot of blood near her temple.

He was young - and probably newborn, judging by his jerky movements. "I'll get to you in a bit, my friend," he whispered in Billy's ear. Then Billy felt himself being lifted, chair and all, and slammed into the bed of the pickup truck. The vamp landed lightly beside him, staring down at Sue.

The vampire vaulted effortlessly over the side of the truck, crouching next to Sue's unconscious form. He closed his crimson eyes and inhaled deeply of her scent, including the growing pool of her blood. Billy looked around, but there wasn't another human in sight. If he yelled, it would only tempt the vampire to knock him out too - and then he would be completely useless to Sue. He apparently did not consider Billy a threat and didn't even glance back at the truck as he circled the helpless female.

Sue had landed in a heap, arms and legs akimbo, her grey skirt caught up around her waist and revealing long, shapely legs. The vampire was apparently aroused, and Billy swallowed hard, fighting nausea, as he watched the monster rubbing at the front of his jeans. His head was spinning, and he didn't dare move as he looked around for any kind of weapon. Of course there were none.

Just out of his reach, Billy spotted an empty gas can that he kept in the back of the truck for emergencies. He reached, and his fingers just barely brushed against it, but it was too far away to get a grip on it. If it had just a few drops inside…

Billy risked another glance at the vampire. It was taking its time, obviously savoring the experience. The vile thing had removed its pants, and Billy held back a snarl as its pale, distended dick bobbed in the weak moonlight. It was speaking softly to Sue, but thankfully Billy couldn't understand what it was saying. As quietly as he could, he unhooked his seat belt, crawling toward the gas can inch by inch as the thing flipped Sue onto her back.

Billy silently removed his tee shirt, balling it up and tipping the gas can over it. There was a satisfying slosh as it upended, spilling a good quarter cup of gasoline onto the fabric. The vamp jerked around at the sound, landing lightly in the bed of the truck.

There would never be a second chance. The thing snarled and pounced, and Billy shoved the shirt as far as he could down the monster's throat and flicked his lighter. There was a look of shock on its face just before the flames licked up, devouring it hungrily. Billy brushed the ashes from his clothes and turned his attention to his wife. He didn't realize he was praying as his powerful arms took him over the side of the truck and he fell heavily onto the macadam. "Please God, please God…" He crawled to Sue and leaned his ear to hear chest. Her heartbeat was weak but steady.

Sue's phone was in her purse, and it was only a few feet away. Billy inched his way to it and pulled out the phone, carefully punching in 911. Mercifully, Charlie Swan answered. "Charlie? It's Billy Black. Sue had a fall and needs an ambulance." He gave the chief his location and crawled back to Sue, pulling himself up to a sitting position, leaning his back against a wheel and maneuvering her into his lap. He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and held it to her head, which had almost stopped bleeding.