Inevitability

8


Jacob's Point of View



Alright, so let's sum up what happened so far, shall we? I sure as hell could use it.

Okay…Wren's and my children – two girls – who were meant to have died by the workings of a sadistic and evil vampire were born last night, but shouldn't be here because said vampire caused a miscarriage because he wanted to breed my imprint with other vampires to create a new super-race of guards.

Have I got it all?

Sounds about right.

I said that the girls had been born last night, and this is true; Wren had slept since right after the birth and she had yet to stir. I was worried, because I knew that this had probably taken a huge toll on her, but Edward and Carlisle were both annoyingly sure that she simply needed rest.

The only thing keeping me sane right now was the two little girls in my arms.

Well, one actually. The other was currently in the arms of Esme, who was cooing quietly over the tiny thing and feeding her formula. Looking at the scene, I had no idea how I felt. I mean, can I still hate the Cullens, despite – or perhaps because of – all we've been through? I can't help but still feel…a sort of grudge…for them. I can't explain it, but hopefully the feeling would just go away.

Or perhaps it was because a vampire was holding my child. The wolf mind in me rebelled against such an occurrence; we were natural enemies, right? Why should I trust my natural enemy with my offspring?

But…then again…my imprint was half-natural-enemy.

Uggh, this stuff is so confusing.

My attention was drawn by the soft burbling of my daughter in my arms, and I looked down, my features automatically relaxing into a smile.

"Hey, Wrinkly." Yes, I call her 'Wrinkly' because I hadn't thought of another name for her, and I wanted to discuss it with Wren. Besides, she looked like a giant toe after being soaked in water for too long. It was a suiting nickname until a replacement could be suggested.

Nevertheless, she laughed that little baby laugh at the name, her arms flailing around and her fingers grasping for me. I let her hold onto my index finger, wiggling it around, which seemed to amuse her more.

The twins were as different as vampires and werewolves. One – the one I held – possessed my tribe's dark skin and wisps of black hair. Her eyes were like Wren's but had no gold in them, and were matted, as if painted on. And the other – nicknamed 'Whiner', because she would always cry when I held her – was much paler. I couldn't see any hair on her head yet, but I had a feeling it would be bronze, like her mother's, and her eyes were much lighter than mine and Wrinkly's. They were almost all golden, and though she was less than a day old she already possessed that death-glare leeches can get.

She only seemed to be happy in a vampire's arms, but that wasn't what worried me. Whiner was much, much smaller than Wrinkly. It worried me, because maybe the 'miscarriage' had had side effects? And even Carlisle had seemed worried at her low birth weight. Neither of the twins were average, but she was smaller than she should be, and still be alive.

I shrugged the thought off; this wasn't good conversation topic right now.

"Jacob?"

I looked up, spotting Alice and standing up carefully, not wanting to jostle the precious thing in my arms, and walked over to her. She smiled briefly at the baby, and then looked up at me.

"Nessie's awake."


Wren's Point of View



Please tell me that the past seven months have been a terrible dream, and I'm going to wake up right now to find I have school. Mitch is going to ask me out, and then I'm going to go to Jacob's to do my homework, not sleep with him, not get pregnant and captured by the Volturi, and things will be back to as normal as they can be.

No such luck. The first thing I saw when I finally managed to wrench my eyes open was Jacob, and a tiny bundle of…thing in his arms.

My thing. My child.

Oh God.

I groaned, leaning over the side of the bed and clutching my heaving stomach. I didn't want to be a mother! This child…all it had done was bring me pain, fear and confusion. I had been attached to it in Volterra, true enough, but I had Jacob now, and I didn't want anyone else! The equilibrium in this family was unstable enough, but now! I couldn't handle it, I want it gone! Rewind! If only I could turn back time…

"Renesmee?"

Great. Father. I don't need a freaking mind-reading…leech in here with me! I want to be left alone. I want to be free of everything, of any responsibility or fear…

The bed sank under his weight and, despite my earlier deprecation; I turned over, burying my head in his shoulder as I started crying. He wrapped his arms around me, letting me release all of my emotions, which were so numerous I had no idea what I was feeling anymore. I wanted…I wanted to know what to do! What to say and how to act. I wanted to be a child again, to have people take care of me and tell me things, and not have to keep secrets or lie or run away. I didn't want a child…

But…the thought of Jacob and my daughter…my daughter…slipped into my mind and…I couldn't let it go. The image stuck with me, burned behind my eyelids into my photographic memory, and slowly, very slowly, my crying stopped. My sobbing became quieter until it subsided completely.

I returned out of my little bubble of depression to feel Edward's hands rubbing soothing patterns on my back, murmuring quietly to me like he used to do when I was a child. A child? I was still only ten! How could I be a mother? A good mother, at least.

"Don't think like that," he said quietly, and I lifted my tear-streaked face to his. Edward's eyes were molten gold, stirred by my thoughts, and the emotions he was experiencing through Jasper. "Don't you ever think like that. You are not on your own, Renesmee, alright? You have Jacob, and you have me, and your mother, and all of the Cullens. You probably have all of the Quilettes as well." He smiled a little. "You have an entire army that will help you, Nessie. You don't have to do this by yourself."

"He's right." Jacob sat down on my other side, and I shifted my gaze to him for a second, seeing the love shining in his eyes, before my eyes slipped down to the bundle in his arms. Under the fluffy fabric, I could see tiny hands and a face peeking out, and I smiled involuntarily. Or maybe voluntarily. I don't know. "You're not alone in this, Nessie. I'll always be here. It's in my blood to be here, you know that."

"I…know…" My voice was shaky from crying. I reached out, taking the bundle from his arms carefully, as if afraid that it would break, and cradled my daughter to my chest. She gurgled a little, blinking up at me with dark eyes.

"Is this her?" I asked quietly, my voice barely a whisper.

"One of them."

"Excuse me?! What do you mean, 'One of them'?"

"We have twins, Wren."

"You were pretty drugged up by the end, so it's not surprising you wouldn't remember it clearly."

I shook my head, uncomprehending. Two? Two! I could only repeat the number silently in my head, but my mouth was ahead of my thoughts. "Where's the other one?"

"Downstairs. Esme, come up here," Edward called, barely louder than his regular voice, and Esme appeared with a second bundle minutes later, smiling in the same way I remembered from my own younger life, when she would sit and play with me at the physical age of two. I smiled at her, handing my first daughter to Jacob and taking this one from her. She was silent, and much smaller than the one in Jacob's arms, but her eyes held an understanding and certain…emotion I couldn't place. Maybe I was seeing things.

"We have to name them." Jacob's voice brought me out of my reverie, and I turned to him in surprise.

"You mean you haven't?"

"I wanted your say," he replied simply.

I nodded vaguely, racking my brain for any names that I thought were suiting.

"Then…if you haven't named them, what have you been calling them?"

Edward chuckled at Jacob's embarrassed face, and I looked between them curiously. "What?

"Um…I've been calling this one," he raised his arms a little, indicating the daughter he held, "Wrinkly, and that one Whiner."

"Um…why?"

"Because this one looks like a wrinkly toe, and that one cries when I hold her. I'm a simple man, Nessie; don't expect me to think deeply like your family do."

I giggled, shaking my head at the complete…simplicity of my love.

"Alright…which one was born first?"

"Um…the one you're holding. Why?"

"She should get first choice of name."

"Okay."

"Fair strategy," Edward said, hiding his amusement poorly. I shot him a glare and Esme grinned in front of me, sat on the end of the bed. I fell silent, considering.

A tiny monochrome blur shot in, squealing.

"Are we naming the babies? I want to be here!" Jasper followed in after her outburst, cool as a cucumber.

"Jeez, Alice, heard of subtlety?"

"You're one to talk, man-who-morphs-into-a-giant-dog."

Jacob snorted. "Whatever."

I smiled. "Come on in, Alice, Jasper." I waited for a moment, remembering the missing family members. "Where are Mom, Rosalie, Emmett and Carlisle?" I asked, facing my father.

"Carlisle had to hunt after the birth, and so did your mother. I don't actually know where Rosalie and Emmett are, but I think Rose wasn't taking another pregnancy very well."

Silence followed my father's statement, and I sighed, breaking the silence.

"Well, for the sake of my daughters' sanities I will not allow them to be called Wrinkly and Whiner for much longer." Scattered chuckles followed my statement. I frowned as I thought. I had no idea what to name them; where to start? There were many options for names, but none of them quite…suited.

Perhaps I would follow my Mom's example; part of the mother and father's name.

Alright. It's a start, at least. Jacob and Renesmee…Jenesmee? Nah…Racob? Eww, no. Jacob and…Nessie? Jessie?

Jessie!

"Jessie," I said, tapping my finger onto the daughter I held in my arms' nose. She flailed a little in my arms, trying to capture my finger as it moved, and I giggled as she blinked her golden emotive eyes at me.

"I like it," Jacob announced, and I smiled wider.

"Alright, Jessie…and…" I looked at the unnamed child in Jacob's arms, considering. "Any ideas?" I asked him, looking up.

"Well…" he shifted. "I always thought Alex would be a good name. It was going to be my sister's name if she had come out as a boy, and I never shook it off."

"Who says Alex can't be a girl's name? Alexandra?"

"Hey, that was Billy's decision, not mine. I suggested Alex, and I think it would suit her." He swung the girl a little in his arms, and I grinned.

"Alex it is, then."

"Damn sight better than Wrinkly."

"Esme, would you do the honors?"

The slap on my father's head was dodged, due to his stupid/awesome mind-reading abilities, and he stood in the corner of the room, smirking. I stuck my tongue out at him childishly.

"Wait until Mom gets back; then I'll getcha."

"Can't wait."


Author's Note: Hiya everyone! Did you miss me? I bet you did, cause I'm awesome. =P. Anyway, we have now named the babies! Yay! Also, I should mention I have already planned out their names, powers, personalities and everything so please no one suggest anything, because I don't want to be swayed. =D. Please leave a review because I have this horrible feeling that my writing quality is slipping and I need people like you to tell me if it is or not. So pelase help the both of us by reviewing!

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HigherMagic x