Note: Okay, guys, I don't really remember much from the books about the wolves, so I'm going to make up some stuff. I'm going to make up that Quil is 19, but hasn't gone to college yet. I'm going to make up that his parents have trouble accepting the fact he's a wolf, but still support him financially and talk to him if need be. I'm also going to make up lots of plotlines for the wolves, because I don't remember a lot of things that involve the pack from the book. In this story, pack members do not break off, and there's fights, but I don't really want to include them, so I'll just skip over them. Just say something like "protecting Bella" or something.

AND ALSOOOO

I don't know anything about the adoption business. So in this chapte, I'm just going to make up some stuff. ~Cool, okay, adios! Thanks for reading!

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Quil had to adapt, in just a few short days, to being a father. First, he settled Ivy and Claire in at Emily's, temporarily. The girls couldn't live where he was living with the guys—their apartment was dirty and unfit for little girls. Quil brought out all his savings, and quickly got a job at a local deli. He had an awkward meal with his parents, and squeezed $2,000 out of them. He got donations from fellow pack members, and donations from Emily.

Then, he went to Jacob. Jacob had been spending lots of time with Bella lately—apparently, the leech had gotten the poor girl pregnant, and she was writhing in pain in her own home. Quil tried to block out the sadness in Jacob's mind, and didn't want to see the mental images of a dying Bella. Going to Jacob was hard. Jacob had been suffering because of Bella's pain, so so had the rest of the pack. But he had no choice. "Jacob," he whispered tentatively, coming up to Jacob as he sat on the couch.

"What?" asked the sad, worn-out boy. "What do you want?"

"I'm trying to support a family, Jacob," began Quil.

"You want me to get some money from the blood-suckers? Whatever, mate, fine. They'll throw millions of bucks at you, no prob." Jacob shook his head, trying to push away the tears. "Millions and millions…"

"So you will?" asked Quil gently. "Ask them?"

"Yeah, man. I'll ask."

"Thanks, Jake. You don't know… how much this means to me."

"Whatever, dude."

And with that, Quil left. His relationship with Jacob had always been a little bit off; just brotherhood, and never emotional. Just this short moment had put an uncomfortable strain on the fragile friendship.

But Quil had other things to worry about. Work at the deli was slow and tedious. He still wasn't that school, even though he wanted to be. The rest of the pack was going out a lot, trying to protect Bella and the blood-suckers from whatever dangers there were. When they weren't protecting precious Bella, they were off, beating away the newborns and evil vampires that threatened to ruin La Push and surrounding areas. Every day, Quil was tired in the evening. But despite this, he always found energy in himself to be with Claire. Sometimes, Ivy was there, and other times, she wasn't. Sam took her out often, trying to find other wolves in areas far away. They were trying to get others to imprint on the poor little girl, who was feeling deprived and lonely because Quil couldn't focus as much energy on her as he could on Claire.

One evening, Jacob came home with a million dollars in cash. "From the leeches," he said tiredly.

Quil bought an apartment, just two blocks away from Emily and the rest of the guys. There, he began to thrive. He didn't mind work so much. He hired a nanny named Carlie, who loved little Claire and Ivy.

It took three months for Quil to adapt fully to the family life. He tried to keep his schedule balanced, and occasionally, he'd go to the bloodsuckers' house. He felt like he owed them something for their immense generosity—it wasn't every day that a family of vampires gave you a million-dollar donation.

Claire was more amazing than he ever could have imagined. Every step she took took his breath away. Sometimes, he wished he didn't have the extra burden of Ivy. He just wanted Claire.

"Do you want your sister to live with you?" asked Quil one night, lying next to Claire on her teeny Cinderella-themed bed.

"I want my sistaw to be happy," said Claire. "She's not happy heya. I want her to find some who wuvs hah like you wuv me. I wuv Ivy, and she wants wuv like I have."

Quil enrolled Ivy in the adoption world. Before he knew what was happening, parents were coming to his door. "Can we meet your charming little four-year-old?"

Parent after parent said a quick 'maybe' or 'no.' Not one said 'yes.' "A four year old… how troublesome…"

And then finally, one day, the doorbell rang. Quil opened it, expecting one just like the others—perky at first, but not so sure by the end. "She's sweet," they said. "But we kind of want a baby instead…"

There, standing at the door, was a beautiful woman. Of course, she wasn't vampire-gorgeous or anything, but she was pretty stunning. Her red hair reached her waist, and it shined and flowed. There were dark purple circles under her eyes—signs of worrying and tiredness—but she totally worked the look. She was young-looking, but not too young. Next to her stood an all-right looking black-haired man, who smiled. "We want a little girl."

The couples' names were Erik and Jessie. They came every week, at least four times a week.

I'll skip over the gory details of adoption. It was a hard, long process, but by the end, Ivy drove away, beaming, in a green minivan with two new parents who would cherish her until the end of time.