Nessie's POV

About Eleven years ago….

Jacob paced back and forth in front of me, refusing to stand still. I watched him as he paced, and then sighed. He was acting as though this was a bad thing, and I really didn't mind it.

"So you're saying," Jacob said, "that you think that they boys, and possibly my baby girl, will phase when they get older?" Jacob stopped to look at Carlise.

"That is exactly what I'm telling you," Carlise said slowly. When Jacob sighed and sat down on the floor where he had been standing, Carlise got up and walked for the door. "I'll let you two talk this through." Before he walked out the door he leaned down to kiss my forehead as I sat on the couch. I smiled when he walked out.

"Jake," I said, "Jake you need to relax." He looked up at me and rolled his eyes. I was about to say something when I heard a cry from the room next to the one Jake and I were in. "Jake can you go check on Damon please." Damon was my one year old son who had been taking a nap while Jacob and I talked to my grandfather. When Jacob ignored me I leaned forward and kicked him with my foot. "Jacob can you please go get Damon."

"I… I can't see him now Ness," he said. "I can't look at him and know what hell he might have to go through." Jacob looked me in the eyes and then his eyes made their way down to my bulging stomach, then he quickly looked down. "Or what might happen to the twins when they get older. I'm sorry Nessie, I just can't." Jacob got up and walked out of the room as quickly as he possibly could. I watched him go, and then sighed. Damon was still crying in the other room.

I got up, as quickly as I could considering the fact that I was pregnant, so I could get to my crying son. I walked into the nursery and to the crib where my baby laid squirming and crying. I picked him up and held him as close to me as I could, considering the fact that I was pregnant. For God's sake I was pregnant! And Jacob left me here to take care of our one year old, by myself, while I was supposed to be on bed rest. Damon stopped crying after I held him close to me; he always stopped crying when I held him. It was like my son and I had an odd bond. He wasn't the same with Jake, or anyone else that he was with me. I looked down at my son's sweet face and smiled. He looked so much like his daddy it wasn't real. He had Jacob's dark brown eyes, tan skin, and sweet smile which he used quite often. As I looked at him I started thinking about what was upsetting Jacob; why he couldn't be around his son or his wife pregnant with his baby girl and baby boy. It started to make sense after a few minutes.

When Damon was born Jacob and I had been curios if one day our son would phase into a wolf just as Jacob had, or if he would have gotten a vampire side to him and needed different amounts of blood to survive like me. We mostly just thought about it, never really worried about it. That was until I got pregnant with the twins and I started craving more and more blood. When I asked Carlise he told me that one of the twins, perhaps both, would be part vampire. But it wasn't safe for me to consume too much blood because it wasn't certain if both of the twins would have that gene, or which one. So I had my grandfather do some blood work on the babies. He found that it was my baby girl, who we had decided to name Piper, that had the vampire gene, and that somehow she was getting the blood that I consumed, and her brother, who we called Wyatt, wasn't getting any of it. We didn't quite understand it, but it lead to more tests about Wyatt. Carlise did more tests on just my baby boy and found that he wasn't quite human, but he wasn't vampire, and that only left one other gene that he could get. Jacob's werewolf gene.

There was no real way to find out if Wyatt had the gene, especially because he wasn't born yet and his genes weren't fully developed… or something like that? So Carlise decided to do tests on Damon, and he found the gene, but he also said that the gene might not even come into play in Damon's life time. Then after more tests on me, and Damon, Carlise concurred that Piper could even have the werewolf gene, even if she had the vampire gene. Carlise basically told us everything today, and Jacob didn't take any of it well. And I sort of understood it. Looking down at my son I couldn't, and didn't want to picture him having to go through the pain of phasing. Growing up in Forks, and around the wolf pack, I had seen a lot of young boys phase into wolves. It was a painful and sad thing. I could understand why Jacob didn't want that for his boys, and possibly his daughter. But phasing was also a proud thing… to be part of the wolf pack was a big thing on the Reservation. So I did understand why Jacob was worried and didn't want it to happen, but another part of me, a nagging part, couldn't help but wonder if Jacob was thinking about the pride of his sons becoming part of the pack. Jacob was the Alpha of the pack, his sons could be great Betas… and I believe that Jacob knew that. He just wasn't thinking about that when he heard that his sons would have to go through the pain of phasing.

When I thought about the pain… I didn't want that for my sons, or my daughter. My stomach growled, and my throat started burning. Out of both hungers my throat bothered me the most, I was thirsty, and my daughter was thirsty. It was in that moment when I just knew that my daughter wouldn't have the werewolf gene, she was always craving blood. Oh great… yet another thing to worry about, my daughter's bloodlust.

By the time Jacob got back from what I knew was a long run in the woods next to my parent's house in Forks, I had Damon fed, changed, and asleep again. I had also managed to feed myself and settle Piper's thirst inside me. When Jacob walked into the room I was in he didn't look at me, he didn't stop to talk, and instead he walked to the nursery to where Damon slept. I followed. Jacob walked to the crib and looked at our sleeping boy. I knew what he saw, he saw Damon fast asleep, most likely smiling in his sleep. His sweet face spread in the cutes smile you'd ever see, his little nose crinkled up, and his little mouth in a O. This was usually how he slept. And Jacob was looking at him, and he was picturing his son a wolf, a great, powerful, russet brown wolf just like his dad. He was picturing the pain Damon had to go through, the hell he had to face. Then he was picturing Damon running alongside him in the mountains next to our house in Denver. He was picturing himself a proud father… and then he smiled down at his son, leaned down and kissed his forehead, tasseled Damon's dark brown hair that matched his own, and then turned to me.

He walked to me, put his hand on my stomach, and again knew what he was picturing. Instead of thinking of Damon, this time it was Wyatt. Our unborn son who we knew would one day phase. Jacob was worried, as was I, but he saw now what I saw. It would be hard for our boys, but just like their dad they would get through it and make their family proud. We didn't know when, and we didn't know how, but no matter what, we'd be ready. Jake looked up at me.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Don't say anything else," I said as I laid my hand on his cheek, "I understand."

Jacob smiled. I leaned up for a kiss and pressed my lips to his. It was a sweet kiss that said for both of us "It's gonna be okay". He took my hand and we walked over to Damon's crib, where we stood and watched our baby sleep. All the while Jacob had his hand on my stomach. This was my family, this was bliss.

Present day.

I sat in the living room, with tears streaming down my face as I watched Wyatt sleep on the couch. He looked so sweet and peaceful… so young. My baby… my baby boy growing up. It was bad enough that he had phased, but I knew what that meant. I knew he was growing up, just like his brother. My only question that I felt was completely unanswered: would he end up hating me like his brother? Would I end up having the same relationship I have with Damon, with Wyatt? More hot tears streamed down my face… I touched Wyatt's burning forehead and just let the tears flow.

I heard someone walk into the doorway of the living room, and I knew who it was. I knew he knew why I was a mess; he knew what I was worried about. And yet he just stood there, watching. I also knew that he didn't know how to fix it. The one person who could fix it, who could take away all the pain and hurt I was feeling, didn't know how to fix it. Oh well… all the joys of being a mother.

I heard Damon sigh before he walked out of the room and outside to the woods.