A/N: All right, this is really random, but I need an opinion: anyone else think that disclaimers on fanfic are just utterly pointless? I mean, if you're posting a story on a fanfiction website, then, obviously, you don't own the original story. I understand the disclaimers where they give credit to a song or something, but saying that you don't own Twilight, for example… isn't that pointless? I say this because when I was reading through my past chapters, I saw that I did this once and realized that it made no sense whatsoever… Anyone agree? All right, rant over, onward!

Seth and I were the only people in the house. Leah had insisted he went with her to pay Sue a visit, but he didn't want to leave me alone with Carlisle at the hospital and the rest of the Cullens hunting. I was mere days over five months and standing was getting harder and harder as the days went by. I still refused to sit still. When Sue told me to rest, I went for a walk. I figured that if I was going to have to deal with being unusually vulnerable for the next four months, I might as well get used to it.

I was lying on the couch, my head on Seth's lap, enjoying the feel of him stroking my hair. It was the twenty-sixth of December, so I was, in a way, recovering from the holiday madness. I'd helped take down decorations that morning, even though the fact that the extra help wasn't needed was voiced quite often, so I was naturally exhausted.

Christmas was a delightful event. Alice went overboard, of course, and gotten everyone overly extravagant gifts. She'd given me a gorgeous diamond necklace that we both knew I desperately wanted to keep, even though I insisted it had been too much. She, Esme, and Bella had finished my little girl's room, but still refused to show it to me. They were taking a break before starting on the next room.

The best event of the day, however, occurred at midnight. Seth and I were up in my room, enjoying the beautiful moonlight. We were discussing the name for our son for what seemed like the thousandth time. We were just about to give up, when the same name came to both our minds. We knew it was the one, and as soon as it was officially decided, a chorus of small kicks started inside me. There seemed to be no other possible name we could give him. That was obviously the right choice.

My cell phone rang, interrupting the sweet silence I'd been relishing in. I straightened myself and stood up with one of Seth's hands on my back for support, and went to answer it. The caller ID stunned me. I had expected it to be Alice or Jasper, but it wasn't.

Aunt Rose, my phone read.

I wasn't sure what to do. The last time I answered one of her calls, it had been the day before, in fact, she'd tried to be nice and wish me happy holidays, but ended up calling me unspeakable names. I wasn't sure if I wanted that verbal abuse again, but, then again, it might've been something important.

"H-hello?" I stammered hesitantly into the phone.

"Jazzness!" Emmett's voice greeted me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, hey, Em," I said. "What happened to your phone?"

"A bear ate it," he growled. "I got it back… but not in one piece."

I rolled my eyes and went to sit back to Seth. "He lost his phone," I mouthed to him when he gave me a questioning look. He chuckled.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said. "The girls are out hunting. Eleazar and Garrett are in the garage playing darts. I thought you'd need your daily dose of Emmett."

"Oh, boy," I muttered. "Em, please, no."

"Why?" he teased. "You know what I want to know."

"I am not discussing this with you!" I exclaimed.

"C'mon, Jasmine, you have to tell me! I won't tell Jazz, promise." His voice was amusingly pleading. "Just tell me how you got pregnant."

I sighed. "Well, Em, you see, when a man and a woman love each other very much," I began sarcastically.

"Jasmine," he whined.

"Emmett, you're such a child," I muttered.

"I just want to know the details."

"I refuse to discuss this with you!" I screamed.

"Why?"
"Because it's none of your business!"

"But—"

"Forget it!" I snapped my phone closed just in time for it to thankfully run out of battery. I rested my head on Seth's shoulder and whimpered in annoyance.

"What is wrong with him?" I asked, mostly to myself.

"No one will ever know," Seth answered, trying to be spooky.

He tilted my chin up and kissed me softly. I smiled in response.

"When do you think Alice will be home?" I asked. "I want to go for a walk." Alice had completely ruled out me walking by myself or with anyone who wasn't her.

"Not sure," Seth replied. "They've been gone all day, so I don't think they'll be much longer."

Not five minutes had passed when the back door opened. Alice bounced in followed by Jasper, Bella, and the rest of the Cullens.

"'Evening," Alice chirped, kissing my cheek. "How was your day?"

I pretended to yawn. "Boring. I've been waiting for you to get home all day. I need some fresh air."

"Have you been feeling dizzy or sick, Jasmine?" Carlisle asked using his 'doctor voice' as I'd come to call it.

"No more than usual." I smiled.

"I think fresh air will do her good," Carlisle said, looking at Alice. She took my hand and lifted me up off the couch.

"Esme, Bella; you two want to come?" I asked.

Esme smiled warmly. "We would love to," she said. Both she and Bella followed us outside.

"We'll be back!" Alice called behind her shoulder before she closed the door.

There was still some sun out so we decided to walk through the forest. It was a bit chilly, but not as much as was expected for a Forks winter. When we were somewhere in the middle of the greenery, Alice's facial expression changed.

"I smell humans," she whispered.

Esme and Bella proceeded to sniff the air.

"You're right," Bella said.

"What are humans doing in the forest?" Esme gasped.

"I don't know, but I don't like the prospect of this," Alice said. "We need to get Jasmine back home."

Sadly, we couldn't walk very fast on my account. Before I knew it, the four of us were surrounded by four men. It was too dark for my eyes to see them, but they were all tall—taller than us.

I knew I hadn't a reason to be afraid. I mean, I had three vampires protecting me, for crying out loud! I still couldn't shake the fright that was running through me.

"Well, well, well," a dark voice said from behind me. "Look what we have here."

Bella, Alice, and Esme positioned themselves so that they were hiding me as much as they could.

"We were on our way to a club and we thought we heard someone," the male in front of me said.

"Looks like we found our dates," one of them chuckled.

"Excuse me!" I could almost feel the annoyance coming off of Alice as she softly pushed one of them back. "We're married!"

"So?" the fourth said. "That doesn't make a difference."

Bella motioned to me. "She's pregnant," she stressed. "Does that mean absolutely nothing to you?"

"Nope," a voice answered. One of them tried to grab Esme's arm. She snapped it in two with one hand. He fell to the floor screaming in pain.

"We got them," Bella said. She grabbed one by the shoulders and started to pull him away. Esme and Alice each worked on destroying one. I couldn't see very well and I could feel myself becoming dizzier and dizzier as the seconds ticked past. Every second, the forest around me seemed to be getting darker.

"We lost him," Bella gasped. She sniffed the air desperately. "We killed his three friends, but he got away. I'm not sure where—"

I cut Bella off with my scream. Somehow, one of them managed to escape Esme, Bella, and Alice. He'd punched my stomach hard and I fell to the floor.

"That was for the baby!" he screamed mere seconds before Alice snapped his neck in two.

I was crying and whimpering when Esme took me in her arms.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, honey, it's okay, you're going to be fine," she said to me as we ran through the forest. We were back in front of the Cullen house in seconds.

"We have to get her to a hospital!" Bella cried.

"You two, go," Alice commanded. "I'll follow in a minute. I have to warn the others."

Bella started to protest. "But, Alice—"

"Go!" Alice screamed before rushing inside.

I wasn't aware of anything more than the throbbing pain from my stomach. I knew my babies were in danger. Bella drove faster than usual as I fought to stay conscious. I screamed the entire way to the hospital. The second Esme opened the car door; a nurse heard my screaming and rushed over with a wheel chair to help.

"What happened?" the frazzled nurse asked.

"She got punched in the stomach and she's pregnant," Esme cried as they sat me in the wheel chair. Tears streamed down my cheeks like razor blades as they wheeled me into the hospital. The nurse ran to the desk.

"Doctor Cullen, we need you!" she said into a speaker. Carlisle stepped in the room and his eyes widened when he saw me.

"Oh, Jasmine, what happened you to?" he whispered as he pushed my wheel chair down the hall. The nurse, Bella, and Esme followed.

"Laura, she'll need an emergency ultrasound," Carlisle said.

"Yes, Doctor Cullen," she said, scurrying away.

"Jasmine, stop fighting it," Esme ordered. "Fainting won't hurt you. It'll just make your life and Carlisle's job easier."

I nodded weakly and gasped for breath as I closed my eyes. I let my consciousness slip away, silently praying for the safety of my children the entire time.

xX Later Xx

I felt numb, but I didn't think that was my fault. The doctors probably drugged me.

The light of the hospital room blinded me when I opened my eyes. Through my numbness, I could still feel the pain from that blow in my stomach. I felt a warm presence by my side and, lo and behold, Seth was there. Once my eyes adjusted to the light and I was able to see his face, I could tell his eyes were swollen and tears still stained his cheek. I lifted my hand to wipe the wetness away. His hand cradled my own to his face.

"We lost him," he said, his voice breaking on every word. "We lost Gabriel."

I felt as if my world was crumbling because of those words. Tears blurred my vision and I started to shake violently.

"No!" I screamed. "No! We couldn't have lost him! We didn't!" I looked up through my tears at his heartbroken face as I squeezed the life out of his hand. "My son is not dead."

He brushed my hair out of my face and brushed away a tear. His eyes, too, were about to flood.

"I'm afraid he is," he said, putting one hand on my stomach. I felt a single, faint kick. But that was it.

It was then that I noticed the other people in the room. Seth wasn't the only one with me. Alice, Jasper, Sue, Leah, Carlisle, Esme, Jacob, Nessie, Jade, Ali, Edward, and Bella were all crowded around my bed. Alice was dry sobbing and Jasper had both his arms around her, stroking her hair with one hand.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," Esme said, rubbing my leg empathetically. "I know how it feels."

"Both Emmett and Rose actually wanted to be here," Nessie said. "They couldn't make it in time, and Rose wasn't sure you'd enjoy her presence very much. She wanted to apologize, though."

I put one hand to my stomach again. My unborn son, my Gabriel, was dead, and he hadn't even had a chance to live yet.

"We did everything we could, Jasmine," Carlisle sighed. "But even everything wasn't enough to save him."

Jade, her eyes red from crying, came to my side and took my hand. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, shaking her head slowly. "This shouldn't have happened. Bad things need to start happening to bad people. The good should be spared."

"My poor baby," I sobbed. Seth moved from his chair to sit on my bed. He held me close as I sobbed into his shirt. I heard the comforting words of my family and friends, felt their touches of sympathy, but none of them mattered to me. No word—no action—could bring my son back. I couldn't go back in time to stop myself from taking that walk. If I'd only known that this would have happened, I wouldn't have gone anywhere near that forest. I killed my son. It was my fault that he wouldn't have a chance to live now.

Because of me, neither Seth nor I would be able to hold in our arms our own little baby boy. Even when my head throbbed and I knew it should've been impossible for my body to produce more tears, I continued to cry. As they wheeled me out of the hospital, I cried. During the entire drive home, I cried. While Seth carried me upstairs, I cried. And hours after I'd been laid down in my bed, I continued to cry. There came a point where all I did was dry sob, because my body really was unable to produce more tears. Seth held close the entire time, caressing my cheek or stroking my hair. Once or twice I felt one of his own silent tears drop onto my face. It was three in the morning when I was finally able to sleep, but I woke up not long afterwards after dreaming of the angelic face of a little boy with tears in his eyes.

"Why won't I be born?" he'd asked me, sobbing. From then, I tried my hardest to keep my eyes open for fear of falling asleep again and having to face yet again the questions of my unborn Gabriel.

Just when I was slipping back into sleep, I heard a voice that snapped me back. It was unmistakably Rosalie's voice, coming from downstairs.

"Is she okay?" Her voice was frantic.

"She's fine, Rosalie," I heard Alice assure her.

"Oh, this is just terrible!" Rose cried. "If I'd stayed, I could've gone with the four of you on that walk! That fourth lunatic wouldn't have been able to get away!"

"Rosalie, don't waste your time with the past," Esme said. "Unfortunately, it happened. I don't blame you, and I'm sure Jasmine doesn't either."

Esme was right. Blaming Rosalie for any of it hadn't crossed my mind for even a millisecond. It didn't make sense to blame her for anything at all. Silently, I crept out of bed, ignoring my horrid reflection when I passed by the mirror. I made my way down the stairs, and Rosalie's face crumpled when she saw me. Her eyes—golden again, much to my relief—flashed to my stomach, and for a second I thought I saw a hint of the Rosalie who had attacked me months before. I blinked and immediately that disappeared.

"Jasmine, I'm so sorry," Rose sobbed. "I'm such a stupid, selfish, disgusting creature."

Without even thinking about it, I threw my arms around her neck. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, but they weren't from sadness anymore. I had my aunt back, and that was enough to make me crack a single smile.

"Don't ever say that about yourself," I said.

"What are you doing?" she asked, referring to my fingers that were running through her hair. "Why are you comforting me? You should be throwing some chair at me and telling me that you never want to see me again."

"And why on earth would I do that?" I asked. "Rosalie, I've gone for too long feeling that you despised me. Now that I have my family back together, it almost makes losing my child seem not so cruel."

Rose laughed. "You've always been such a terrible liar," she said.

I sighed sadly and put one hand on my stomach. She was right—I had been lying. Losing Gabriel wasn't something that could easily be forgotten.

"True," I sighed. "But having my family together again makes this day seem just that much less terrible."

"You need to sleep," Esme said.

"You look like crap," Alice muttered.

"Can I sleep on the couch?" I asked. "I don't think I have the strength to make it upstairs right now."

Esme smiled. "Of course, dear. Sleep wherever you like."

I was asleep before my body hit the couch.