Here it is! The answer to the one question on everyone's mind!

WHO IS CHARLIE AND SUSIE'S REAL FATHER?

A few of you have already guessed the obvious. The question is, is it really him?

Any mistakes that you see are my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Twilight Saga. Stephenie Meyer owns The Twilight Saga and all its characters.


I received a text message during lunch rush at the diner. Now I'm in the back, on my break, staring at the text on my phone, wondering whether to reply or not.

"Hey." I glance up to find Leah entering the break room. "Everything okay?"

I don't say anything as I hand her my phone. She reads the message to herself. "Is this who I think it is?" I nod. "And why now after all these years? What does he want?"

"Well, he wants to meet up for coffee, that's for sure," I speak. "It's all there in the text."

"And are you going to meet up with him for coffee?" Leah asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, I want to," I tell her. "But only to see how he's doing."

"He signed away his parental rights."

"That doesn't mean we cannot see each other," I say. "I didn't file a restraining order against him so if he wants to see or contact me, he can."

"Are you going to tell Jake?" Leah asks.

"I have to," I reply. "I just don't know how he's going to feel about it."

"Do you still have feelings for him?"

I shake my head. "Oh god, no. He was just someone I lost my virginity to."

"Well, whatever you decide, I'll support it," Leah assures me, handing me back my phone. "Just don't hide this from Jake. The guy's already like family."

"I won't," I promise.


"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?" Emily yells, clearly not happy when I told her I received a text from the twins' biological father and was going to meet up with him for coffee. Only, she didn't say freaking. "THAT SCUMBAG ABANDONED YOU AND THE GIRLS AND NOW HE REACHES OUT? NOW?"

"He didn't abandon us," I say, immediately regretting telling her about the text. My family hated the twins' father for what he did and still does, Emily more than Seth and Leah. Hell, if my father were alive, he'd have the guy arrested. Or worse.

"He signed away his parental rights without giving it a second thought," Emily tells me, pretty much repeating Leah's words. "And then after all these years, he just comes crawling back. I'm shocked that Jake is even okay with this."

"I haven't told him yet," I admit and flinch when Emily yells through the phone once again. "But I will when I get home."

"I think you're making a big mistake, meeting this guy," Emily says. "And I still stand by my word. If I see him again, Sam or Jake or someone will have to arrest me for murder."

"It's just coffee, Em," I assure her.

"I really hope so," she says. "For your sake and for Jake's."


I'm still thinking about the text, even as I come home after a five-hour shift at the diner. Jake and the twins are sitting on the couch in the living room, watching cartoons. They turn their gaze to the front door, where I'm standing, and Charlie and Susie get up and run towards me while Jake just stays where he is with a grin on his face.

I crouch down and open my arms wide for Charlie and Susie to run into. I hug both of them while peppering their faces with kisses. Before I can ask, they start to babble about their day, like they always do whenever Jake or I come home from work.

The twins are still babbling, even as I take off my coat and hang it up on the rack by the door. I'm their mother, but even I sometimes cannot understand what they're saying, though, I can sort of get an idea of what they're trying to say.

Jake gets up from the couch and joins us in the foyer. "Girls, Mommy just got home from work. Why don't we let her sit and rest for a bit?"

Charlie and Susie stop babbling and they follow me as I go to sit on the couch, but not before giving my boyfriend a hug and a kiss on the lips, making the twins giggle. Normally, kids their age would be grossed out when they see their parents—or any couple really—kiss, but not Charlie and Susie. I have Emily to blame. She's always teaching them something, even when it's not suitable for them.

"How was work?" Jake asks, joining me on the couch while the twins sit on the floor by our feet.

"Fine," I answer, matter-of-factly.

He sighs, placing an arm around my shoulders. "Okay, what's wrong?"

"What makes you think anything's wrong?" I lie.

"I can tell by the look on your face," Jake says. "It's not the usual 'I'm really tired from work. Can you leave me alone for five minutes?' Come on, spit it out."

I sigh before detangling myself from him and getting up to go grab my phone from my purse on the table at the front. I hesitate before turning around and going back to sit on the couch beside Jake, the twins watching us from the floor. I turn on my phone, pull up the text message, and hand it to Jake. Like what Leah did earlier, he reads the message to himself.

Jake turns his attention to the twins. "Girls, why don't you go play in Charlie's room? Or Susie's? Mommy and I need to have grown-up talk."

"Okay," they say at the same time before getting up and running down the hall towards Susie's room. Once they're out of earshot, Jake turns his attention back to me.

"Is this him?" he asks, pointing at the message on my phone.

I nod.

He silently reads the message again before asking the same questions Leah did earlier. I answer them the same.

"How do you feel about it?" I question him.

"I don't know," Jake answers. "I mean, for all I know, he wants you and the girls back." He gives me a sad look.

I take his hand in mine, squeezing it gently. "That is never going to happen. You, Jacob Black, are the twins' father. The only father that they have and the only one that they know. They don't know him. I've never showed them any pictures or talked about him to them."

"So you only want to meet him because you want to know how he's doing?" Jake inquires.

"Yes," I tell him. "But if you're not okay with it, I won't do it. I'll just tell him something came up. I'm sure he'll understand."

"Well, as long as it's only to catch up, I'm okay with it," Jake says.

"Are you sure?" I raise an eyebrow.

He nods, giving me a small smile, before handing my phone back to me.

"Okay," I say. I turn on my phone and reply to the message.


I pull up beside the café and turn off the engine. I get out and lock my car before going around to the entrance. I open the door and look around the café for him. He's sitting on one of the couches by the window. At first, he doesn't notice me because he's on his phone, but when I walk up to him, he looks up and gives me a small smile.

"Hi, Bella."

"Hey, Emmett," I say before sitting down on the couch in front of him.


I can imagine the shocked looks on your faces.