I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR ROBERT PATTISON AND KELLEN LUTZ WOULD BE ALL MINE!!! I AM STILL WISHING FOR ONE OF THEM TOO BE MINE LOL

THIS STORY IS SET ABOUT 10 YEARS AFTER BREAKING DAWN, BUT EXPECT SOME FLASHBACKS, OLD AND NEW CHARACTERS ALONG WITH THE CULLEN'S

I OWN THE PETERSBURG COVEN, THEY ARE MY CREATION SO NO MOANING!!!!!!!!

I now have a new laptop as the old one fried the reason I haven't been able to update *grrrr* and I have glasses so I can c what I am writing lol

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"Jazz!" Emmett said as he dived into the passenger seat, Alice rolled her eyes and climbed in the back. I guess I was riding with them. The drive back to the Cullen's was quiet nobody really spoke much; well Emmett did until Alice threatened to tie his jeep to the top if the Eifel tower.

"Why didn't't I think of that?" I muttered.

"Speaking of jeeps. Why the hell did you try and take me off the road the other day?" Emmett ggrowled at me.

"Shut up, Emmett. I heard what you thought of that the other day. If there had been one scratch on my jaguar I would have hunted you down and slaughtered you like a pig." I growled back in no mood for his attitude.

I looked out of the window as we pulled into the Cullen's garage an hour later and was suddenly worried about what this talk would be about…

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Edward's POV:

Since that phone call last night I had nervously been pacing in the living room, Renesmee was in a mood with me for not rejoining them on the hunt and Bella was concerned. Rosalie snarled once she found out that Emmett was bringing Chastity back to the house, our home, our safe haven. Even when Alice had said that she and Jasper were driving down to the airport to pick Emmett and Chastity up she stormed out of the house.

This morning Jacob and Seth were in the middle of an elaborate game of chess, utilizing three joined boards—spread out along the back wall—and their own complicated set of rules. They wouldnt let me play; only Alice and Bella would play games with me.

Renesmee was to her computer just around the corner from them and I could hear her monitors working. Renesmee and Alice were working on a fashion design project for all the girls' wardrobes, but Rosalie did not join her today, to stand behind her and direct cut and color as Renesmee's hand traced over the touch sensitive screens (Carlisle and I had had to tweak that system a bit, given that most such screens responded to temperature, not that Renesmee needed that). Instead, this morning Rosalie sprawled sullenly on the sofa and started flipping through twenty channels a second on the flat screen, never pausing. I could hear her trying to decide whether or not to go out to the garage and tune her BMW again.

Esme was upstairs, humming over a new set of blue prints. Bella was curled up with a book, one of her classics; Leah was sat outside away from us as always. I didn't get why she was still with us after twenty years, she still didn't't like us very much. There would be the odd day where Leah would get on with Bella, Esme and Alice but never the rest of us.

Renesmee leaned her head around the wall after a moment and started mouthing

Seth's next moves, she had her phone in her hand, obviously texting with Alice—Seth sat on the floor with his back to her—to Jacob, who kept his expression very smooth as he cut off Seth's favorite piece.

And I, for the first time since I had meet Bella I felt ashamed, went to sit at the exquisite Grand piano stationed just off the entryway.

I ran my hand gently up the scales, testing the pitch. The tuning was still perfect.

Upstairs, Esme paused what she was doing and cocked her head to the side. Bella looked up from her book and smiled sweetly.

I began the first line of the tune that had suggested itself to me in the car the day I meet Chastity, pleased that it sounded even better than I'd imagined.

Edward is playing again, Esme thought joyously, a smile breaking across her face. She got up from her desk, and flitted silently to the head of the stairs.

I added a harmonizing line, letting the central melody weave through it. Esme sighed with contentment, sat down on the top step, and leaned her head against the banister.

A new song. It's been so long. What a lovely tune. Esme thought as Bella closed her book. I hadn't composed a tune since Renesmee had been born. I had little to celebrate or little reason to do this. I would play Bella and Renesmee's lullabies for them all the time, but this was new.

I let the melody lead in a new direction, following it with the bass line.

Edward is composing again? Rosalie thought, and her teeth clenched together in fierce resentment. In that moment, she slipped, and I could read all her underlying outrage. I saw why she was in such a poor temper with me. Why killing Chastity Mason wouldn't bothered her conscience at all.

With Rosalie, it was always about vanity.

The music came to an abrupt halt, and I laughed before I could help myself, a sharp bark of amusement that broke off quickly as I threw my hand over my mouth.

Rosalie turned to glare at me, her eyes sparking with chagrined fury.

Seth, Renesmee and Jacob turned to stare, too, and I heard Esme's confusion. Esme was downstairs in a flash, pausing to glance between Rosalie and me.

"Don't stop, Edward," Esme encouraged after a strained moment.

I started playing again, turning my back on Rosalie while trying very hard to control the grin from stretching across my face. She got to her feet and stalked out of the room, more angry than embarrassed. But certainly quite embarrassed.

If you say anything I will hunt you like a dog.

I smothered another laugh.

"What's wrong, Rose?" Bella called after her. Rosalie didn't't turn. She continued, back ramrod straight, to the garage and then squirmed under her car as if she could bury herself there.

"What's that about?" Renesmee asked me.

"I don't have the faintest idea," I lied.

Leah grumbled, frustrated, she wanted to know anything that could wind Rosalie up.

"Keep playing," Bella urged. My hands had paused again.

I did as she asked, and she came to stand behind me, putting her hands on my shoulders.

The song was compelling, but incomplete. I toyed with a bridge, but it didn't't seem right somehow.

"It's charming. Does it have a name?" Esme asked.

"Not yet."

"Is there a story to it?" Bella asked a smile in her voice. This gave her very great pleasure, and I felt guilty for having neglected my music for so long. It had been selfish.

"It's…another lullaby, I suppose." I got the bridge right then. It led easily to the next movement, taking on a life of its own.

"A lullaby," she repeated to herself.

There was a story to this melody, and once I saw that, the pieces fell into place effortlessly. The story was a sleeping child in a narrow bed, her dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow…

Renesmee left Jacob to his own devices and came to sit next to me on the bench. In her wind chime voice, she sketched out a wordless descant two octaves above the melody.

"I like it," I murmured. "But how about this?"

I added her line to the harmony—my hands were flying across the keys now to work all the pieces together—modifying it a bit, taking it in a new direction…

She caught the mood, and sung along.

"Yes. Perfect," I said.

Bella squeezed my shoulder.

But I could see the end now, with Renesmee's voice rising above the tune and taking it to another place. I could see how the song must end, because the sleeping child was different now, and it was wrong and sad, she had become a different being all together from the infant she once was. The song drifted toward that realization, slower and lower now. Renesmee's voice lowered, too, and became solemn, a tone that belonged under the echoing arches of a candlelit cathedral.

I played the last note, and then bowed my head over the keys.

Bella stroked my hair. "It's going to be fine, Edward. This is going to work out for the best."

You deserve the truth, my son. Fate owes you that. Esme thought softly.

"Thanks," I whispered, wishing I could believe it.

Family does't always come in convenient packages.

I laughed once without humor.

You, out of everyone on this planet, are perhaps best equipped to deal with such a difficult quandary. You are the best and the brightest of us all.

I sighed. Every mother thought the same of her son.

Esme was still full of joy that my heart had finally been touched after all this time, no matter the potential for tragedy. She'd thought I would always be alone until Bella walked into my life, now that my baby sister could be alive as well… She was extremely happy for me…

She'lol have to love you back; after all she is your sister. She thought suddenly, catching me by surprise with the direction of her thoughts. If she's a bright girl. She smiled. But I can't imagine anyone being so slow they wouldn't't see the caring angel you are.

"Stop it, Mom, you're making me blush," I teased. Her words, though improbable, did cheer me.

Renesmee laughed and picked out the top hand of "Heart and Soul." I grinned and completed the simple harmony with her. Then I favored her with a performance of

"Chopsticks."

She giggled, and then sighed.

"So I wish you'd tell me what you were laughing at Rose about," Bella said. "But I can see that you won't."

"Nope."

She flicked my ear with her finger.

"Be nice, Bella," Esme chided. "Edward is being a gentleman."

"But I want to know."

I laughed at the whining tone she put on. Then I said, "Here, Esme," and began playing her favorite song, an unnamed tribute to the love I'd watched between her and Carlisle for so many years.

"Thank you, dear." She squeezed my shoulder again.

I didn't't have to concentrate to play the familiar piece. Instead I thought of Rosalie, still figuratively writhing in mortification in the garage, and I grinned to myself.

Having discovered the potency of jealousy for myself, I had a small amount of pity for her. It was a wretched way to feel. Of course, her jealously was a thousand times more petty than mine. Quite the fox in the manger scenario.

I wondered how Rosalie's life and personality would have been different if she had not always been the most beautiful. Would she have been a happier person if beauty hadn't at all times been her strongest selling point? Less egocentric? More compassionate? Well, I supposed it was useless to wonder, because the past was done, and she always had been the most beautiful. Even when human, she had ever lived in the spotlight of her own loveliness. Not that she'd minded. The opposite—she'd loved admiration above almost anything else. That hadn't changed with the loss of her mortality.

It was no surprise then, taking this need as a given, that she'd been offended when

I had not, from the beginning, worshiped her beauty the way she expected all males to worship. Not that she'd wanted me in any way—far from it. But it had aggravated her that I did not want her, despite that. She was used to being wanted.

It was different with Jasper and Carlisle—they were already both in love. I was completely unattached, and yet still remained obstinately unmoved.

I'd thought that old resentment was buried. That she was long passed it.

And she had been…until the day that I finally found someone whose beauty touched me the way hers had not.

Rosalie had relied on the belief that if I did not find her beauty worth worshiping, then certainly there was no beauty on earth that would reach me. She'd been furious since the moment I'd saved Bella's life, guessing, with her shrewd female intuition, the interest that I was all but unconscious of myself.

Rosalie was mortally offended that I had found some insignificant human girl more appealing than her. Now she was offended that I found a vampire other then my mate wife and soul mate and daughter more attractive than her. Even if the girl was my dead sister.

I suppressed the urge to laugh again.

It bothered me some, though, the way she saw Chastity. Rosalie actually thought the girl was plain. How could she believe that? It seemed incomprehensible to me. A product of the jealousy, no doubt.

"Oh!" Renesmee said abruptlyy, after checking her phone. "Guys, guess what?"

I saw what she'd just read and my hands froze on the keys.

"What, Nessie?" Jacob asked.

"Peter and Charlotte are coming to visit next week! They're going to be in the neighborhood, sin't that nice?"

"What's wrong, Edward?" Bella asked, feeling the tension in my shoulders.

"Peter and Charlotte are coming to Petersburg?" I hissed at Esme and Renesmee.

Bella rolled her eyes at me. "Calm down, Edward. It's not their first visit."

My teeth clenched together. It was their first visit since we had moved to Petersburg, and Chastity was in the area as well.

Esme frowned at my expression. "They never hunt here. You know that. And Chastity is no human, Edward."

But Jasper's brother of sorts and the little vampire he loved were not like us; they hunted the usual way. They could not be trusted around humans really and they could't be trusted around my baby sister if that is who she is.

"When?" I demended.

Renesmee pursed her lips unhappily, but told me what I needed to know. Monday morning. Alice said that they will get along fine with Chastity, dad. She thought.

"Probably," I agreed, and then turned away from her. "You ready for this, guys?"

"I thought they were't going to get here to this afternoon?"

"I can hear their thoughts; they'lol be here in a few minutes. I guess it's up to you if you want to leave."

"Okay, fine. Let me get to Rose first."

"Sure." With the mood Rosalie was in, it wouldn't't work.

You really have lost it, Edward, Seth thought as he headed toward the back door.

"I suppose I have."

"Play the new song for me, one more time," Esme asked.

"If you'd like that," I agreed, though I was a little hesitant to follow the tune to its unavoidable end—the end that had set me aching in unfamiliar ways. I thought for a moment, and then pulled the locket from my pocket and set it on the empty music stand. That helped a bit—my little memento of my baby sister as a human child.

I nodded to myself, and started playing.

Esme, Renesmee and Bella exchanged a glance, but neither one asked.

Chastity POV:

I was still sitting inside the car when Alice took my hand in hers; it was kinda weird as she didn't't really know me. She smiled kindly and said, "Everything is going to be fine, Chastity."

I nodded and finally climbed out of the car. I barely noticed a pair of long legs sticking out from underneath the red BMW next to the Mercedes I had been sat in. I knew however by the scent in the air who was in the garage with us; I didn't't need Alice's warning glance to know that this person didn't't like me.

I smirked slightly before saying, "Hey Rosalie." In the kindest voice I could muster. The only reply I got was a quiet snarl; I shrugged and followed Alice and Jasper into the house. I heard Emmett talking to the female under the car but I tuned the hissing voices out.

Alice smiled slightly as she heard a piano playing in the family room, "Edward's playing again."

Jasper smiled and disappeared as well; if I was't a vampire I doubt I would have been able to notice the quiet footsteps of the people in the house. I looked up as I reached the bottom of a staircase to see Jasper talking to a blonde man, the voice told me this male was Carlisle. As I passed into the living room the music from Edward's playing abruptly cut off.

"Chastity." The musical voice of Edward said, "Nice to see you again."

I gave him a small smile before looking at his mate and daughter. I could tell no one trusted me, but I felt the same about them at the moment. "Edward, are you going to tell me what this is all about? Why I got summoned from Chicago by Carlisle?"

Bella suddenly laughed, I looked at her confused. "What's so funny, mum?" Renesmee asked.

Bella just shook her head as we all stared at her, her laughter stopped and she looked at Edward, "You haven't told her? Edward, you'vet been fretting over who she is and you haven't told her who you think she is?"

I heard movement behind me and turned on the spot, my guard was up making me ready to defend myself. But it was only the other vampires that belonged to this clan. Alice danced across the room to where Renesmee had moved, for a half vampire she was as graceful as her aunt. Jasper smiled at me, and suddenly I felt calm again.

"Jasper." Edward cautioned, and once again I felt my guard go straight back up.

When the rest of the Cullen's moved to sit down around the room, I noticed the wolves were also here. I hadn't noticed them when I walked in, even though my mind had registered their horrendous stench. Jacob smiled at me before taking his place behind Renesmee. He rested his hands on her shoulders and I saw Edward's eyes tighten a little bit.

I let my eyes wonder over the rest of them, measuring, remembering their scents and wondering about their pasts.

The nearest person to me was Carlisle Cullen, he was stood his back to his family with a kind smile on his face. His hair was blonde and he reminded me of a movie star in his attractive looks. Esme, his wife, was now standing just behind him, her hand resting on Carlisle's back. She had long caramel colored hair and a heart-shaped face, she was small, slender but somehow round as well.

Emmett Cullen stood to the other side of Esme, he was watching me slightly wary now that he was home. I guess with his family here I was considered a threat. He was big, muscular, like a weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. I took his stance into consideration, not quite defensive and not quite aggressive but certainly ready to protect his family if he had to. A fighter, I mused.

Next to him was Jasper Hale, now he was interesting. I could see the scars that he had on his body without a problem, bite marks and lots of them. Another fighter, that was easy to see. He was muscular but lean with a mop of messy honey blonde hair. He looked like he was bracing himself for something.

Behind Emmett and Jasper stood Alice Cullen, the pixie-like, very thin vampire girl who was nice to me. She had small features, spiky black hair. She was still smiling but she kept getting a vacant look in her eyes. It looked kinda weird, something I would be asking about later on. Rosalie was stood next to her, a look of disdain across her face as she glared at me. She was statuesque, model-like, wavy gold hair to the middle of her back. And she didn't like me for some reason.

The wolves were standing by Renesmee, well all but one. The female was stood nearest the window as far away from me and the Cullen's as possible. I guessed that she couldn't stand the smell of us anymore then I could stand the smell of her.

Edward and Bella were stood across the room. Edward had a soft smile of his face as he watched me and Bella looked uncertain of what was going to happen.

Bella had very fair-skinned, with long, straight, dark brown hair. Her face was heart-shaped—a wide forehead with a widow's peak, large, wide-spaced eyes, prominent cheekbones, a thin nose and a narrow jaw with a pointed chin. Her lips were a little out of proportion, a bit too full for her jaw line. Her eyebrows are darker than her hair and more straight than they are arched. She was slender but not at all muscular, and weighed about 115 pounds.

Edward was a complete contrast to her in looks. He was Lanky – not bulky, kinda boyish looking with untidy bronze hair. \he now looked amused about what I was thinking, I knew he was a mind reader but this didn't faze me one bit.

I watched as he smirked as he ran through my thoughts, then his face turned serious and he asked, "What do you remember of our human years, Chastity?"

I frowned slightly. He knew I didn't know much about my human life, it had never interested me much. Demitri had changed me so long ago it was hard for me to remember. "I do not remember much. Glimpses here and there, like the lullaby. I remember the lullaby like I had heard it only yesterday."

Suddenly a person hissed loudly behind me, a person I knew as good as the back of my hand. I spun on the spot, crouching nearly as I said into the golden eyes of my maker and husband.

"Demitri..."

"So you let them know you are back but not me?" He snarled. Edward was in front of me in an instance, his arms spread out as he crouched defensively.

"Edward, it's alright. He's my husband." I came out of my half crouch and rested a hand on Edward's shoulder, he didn't relax or come out of his crouch. "I've not even been back for an hour, sweetheart-"

"Don't sweetheart me, Chastity Romanov!" Again my husband snarled at me. He then looked at Edward, "I told you to stay away from her, Cullen!"

This time both me and the male Cullen's snarled. I swore even the Wolves growled. Edward stood now as Bella came forward, her face a picture of pure fury. "Don't you dare speak to Edward like that!"

"Chastity, we're leaving. Let's leave these lowlifes to their evening." Demitri said, ignoring Bella completely.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Demitri. I said no. I am going to hear Edward and the rest of the Cullen's out." I said, calmly. Underneath my calm posture I was however ready to kill my husband.

"You are coming home, Chastity." He snarled in answer.

"You heard the lady," Alice said, her high pitched perky voice was coated with hatred.

"Remember who made you, Chastity. I will not have an inobidient wife."

"Oh, I remember alright," I hissed, as I pushed past Edward, "It's a pity you could't replace my will with your own in the process; perhaps then you would have been satisfied with me."

Now I was stood in front of my husband, my anger brimming over into my voice and eyes. He glared back at me with the same fury that I felt, but his eyes were cold. Alice hissed a millisecond before Edward tried grabbing my arm. He was however a second to late as I felt Demitri's hand across my cheek. I stumbled into Edward's arms und heard the rush of a struggle and three different snarls before Bella and Esme shouted in unison, "Enough!"

I looked up and saw my husband being restrained by Emmett and Jasper. Edward was holding me against his chest but I knew that he had his teeth clenched together in fury. We all knew I was fine, I didn't't break easily none of us did, but I was hurt deep inside. My husband since 1917 had raised his hand to me, something he had never done before. I was in shock.

Carlisle stepped forward and said to Demitri, "You should leave. I will not be responsible for what my sons to do you if you stay. Chastity will come back to you if she wants, but she is welcome to stay here for as long as she wants."

Demitri hissed at him, but stormed out of the house. I was torn between going after him and staying behind. Edward tightened his grip on me and I realized he was worried about my safety.

I stayed put, but pushed Edward away so I could stand again. Bella helped me up and lead me over to the couch, where I collapsed crying tearlessly. She rubbed my back trying to soothe me but it was a certain somebody that got to me.

"Give her a minute, Bells. She's in shock…" Rosalie's voice rang out softly over the confusion in the room. Everyone was talking at once and it was hard not to get frustrated.

I looked up confused as I felt a movement close to me, Edward was watching me with sad eyes. I could tell that he was furious under the calm composure. I wanted to smile at him, let him know I was fine, just a little shaken. His eyes tightened as he read my thoughts, a quiet hiss escaped his lips and everyone quieted down.

"You're not fine, Chas." He said, before walking out of the room.

Alice watched him leave and said quietly as everyone looked at her, "He just needs a minute. I think we all do."

Everything was silent for a while, nobody but the wolves moved a muscle. I sat between Esme and Bella, both rubbing my back softly, trying to calm me. Alice was staring at Jasper a silent conversation seemed to be happening, Rosalie and Emmett were standing in the corner of the room talking so low that even I could't hear them. Esme and Carlisle were watching Bella and me sitting quietly. Jacob and his wolf friends were sat outside the farest window and talking quietly as well. I could sense Edward in the forest around the house.

Slowly I began to stand up, only for four pairs of hands to shoot out and make a grab for me. I didn't realize that Esme, Alice and Rosalie had shoot across the room the minute I did move. I moved away from the hands that tried to restrain me with a small sigh, "I'm just going to check on Edward. I think I offended him with my thoughts."

Alice looked slightly doubtful but the others let me go. I smiled sweetly and went outside. I looked into the forest, following my instincts I started off into the forest. It didn't take me long to find Edward leaning against a tree with his eyes closed.

"Edward." I started quietly.

He looked towards me, his eyes opening to small slits. "What?" his voice hinted that he was still mad at me for thinking what I did before. I didn't wince although I wanted to, mentally I was kicking myself.

"Sorry?" I said, even though it came out more like a question then an apology. "Demitri is slightly possessive, Edward. He's not used to sharing me in any way."

"So he hits you a lot does he then?" came from Edward as cold as ice. I frowned at him.

"That's not what I meant!"

"Then what do you mean, Chastity? Because some of us are having a hard time understanding!"

"Demitri has never laid a hand on me before, never once has he hit me before today." I spoke calmly.

Edward's POV:

"Don't defend him, Chas. Don't do that." I hissed trough clenched teeth.

My sister looked at me confused, I wasn't defending him, Edward. Demitri is my husband I love him just as much as he loves me.

"Enough to let him beat you?", was my reply to her thoughts. She didn't even know who she was yet, who I was and why I cared for her so much. The moment that vile creature had laid a hand on her, the flashback to my childhood was as strong as if I was there once again. The reason I had froze for a second too long.

Flashback:

"Get here, bitch!" Edward Sr. screamed, his hard hand crashing down on my mother's face. Once again my father was steaming drunk. It was shortly before the Influenza had infected my family.

My mother's screams rang through the cottage that we lived in. My sisters sobs were loud in the next room. I knew this all too well, but yet I was unable to stop it. Every time the monster beat my mother I would do as she pleaded and go to my baby sister, Chastity Elizabeth, to calm her. To protect her. Anything to stop the monster attacking her, hurting her in any way.

Once again my 16 year old sister was curled up in the corner of her room, her body trembling from the fear that she could be next. I walked to her carefully and pulled her into my arms, pulling her close to me so that she could feel protected.

Flashback End

"He would never do that to me, Edward! How dare you say something like that?!" Chastity hissed.

"That's how it all started with mother, Chas. But then again you wouldn't remember this, I shouldn't either." I said quietly as she turned her back to me and started off into the forest. She was offended with what I accused Demitri with doing.

She froze in her tracks, her thoughts jumbled, uncertain about what I just said. She was piecing everything together. Then slowly, even more slower than a human would move, she turned to face me.

"What did you just say?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper, her golden eyes resting uncertain on my face.

"Our father, Edward Sr would beat our mother when he was drunk. You're my sister, Chastity Elizabeth Mason." I said it fast, letting the truth hit her hard. I knew that she would get over it just as quick.

She stood shocked for a moment or two before she shook her head. "That can't be."

"It's true, Chas. You're my baby sister."

She just stared at me for a moment or two before she shot across the clearing floor and into my arms. She pressed her face against my chest and I hugged her tightly. Something that felt natural for me, hugging my baby sister to my chest once more.

Chastity looked at me, a small smile on her face and she said, "I never thought I would find you. I always knew something was missing, someone wasn't there that I needed."

I stroked her hair and smiled, "Well, here I am now. I think I have a lot of making up to do."

She smirked, "Yeah, for a start you could make it up with Demitri. After I've spoken to him of course."

She was a sneaky devil, I would give her that. I just nodded and said, "I shall be civil to him, that is all I can promise, Chastity."

"So old-fashioned still, my dear brother." Chastity laughed as we walked back to the house. Her arm was wrapped around my waist and mine was around her shoulders. "I bet you waited to be wed before you put out didn't you?"

I stopped short, shocked. I couldn't believe that anyone could use such old-fashioned words and then go straight into something that teenagers nowadays would use. My face must have been a picture because I could hear Emmett laughing. I had forgotten that we were near the house.

"Did I give you a heart attack, dear brother?" Chastity smirked.

"Considering that I am already extremely dead, Chas. That would be slightly hard to do." I answered.

"Yeah, well. I'm sure I heard a heart beat just then. Maybe I kicked started you again." She laughed.

I could hear the rest of my family laughing along with her. I was grateful to the gods that they would get on with Chastity. I was sure that Emmett had found a partner in crime now. That worried me slightly, he was already a force to be reckoned with now but putting him and my baby sister together could be fatal.