Chapter 15

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight saga. I just change the storyline around every now and then to write this fanfiction.

BPOV

Stunned shock was the only expression on the Cullen's faces. While they knew that I had a child with Edward no one was aware of the rest of my story. No one knew what had taken place after I gave birth to his daughter.

"You have three kids?" Carlisle asked, being the first to regain some level of composure.

"Yes," I stated, "After I had Katerina I raised her with Marcus. He treated her as his own daughter. About six months later I started to get sick and I couldn't keep anything I ate down. I recognised the signs and took a pregnancy test as soon as I could get my hands on one. I found out that I was pregnant again. We were so happy. Because the children were vampire human hybrids no ultra sound would work and when my stomach started growing quicker than with Katerina we became worried. I was only pregnant for two and a half weeks compared to the four weeks with Katerina. We were surprised with twins but we were ecstatic."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," said Esme.

Introductions were thrown around and reuniting hugs were given while Marcus, Charlie, Katerina and I stood to the side watching.

"You should go over there and introduce yourself Katerina," I said, turning to face her, "They are after all your family."

"Why?" She replied.

"Because when they left they didn't know they were leaving you Kat," I smiled gently to her.

She smiled sadly back, "But they hurt you and you are my mother, you were there for me throughout my entire life."

"While they may have hurt me, it was for the best," I replied, "I would never have ended up with Marcus if it hadn't have happened. You have a lot of him in you and I know you want to know them."

"Sweetheart," Marcus whispered to her, after sweeping her into a hug, "go over there."

He puts her down again, she smiles and she walks over there to introduce herself.

"You're both taking this awfully calmly," Charlie said coming up behind us.

"I understand that she has the right to know the man who helped to bring her into this world," Marcus mumbled.

"He is the father of my first child. I will always hold a part of him with me and she has a right to have him in her life."

EPOV

It has been a few days since I met Kat and we have been spending a heap of time together and I have been taking every opportunity I can to get to know her better, to make up for everything I missed.

Her sister, Marsha, and Bella have been with us a lot of the time. It is nice that Bella, Kat and I have been able to spend so much time together, so that even though we aren't a family Kat still gets to have the chance to spend time with both her parents.

It's strange but I haven't been trying to win Bella back over the past few days. In fact I have been feeling the mating pull, one stronger than anything I ever felt with Bella, towards Marsha.

It scares me.

I have a daughter with Bella and Marsha is Bella's other daughter. It seems wrong and scary, and while I feel the pull I have been fighting it.

"Edward," Alice says from the doorway to my bedroom.

"Yeah."

"You're thinking about the mating pull again aren't you?"

"Yeah," I sigh, sitting on the edge of my bed and letting my head fall into my hands.

"You know that it isn't wrong right? Everything had to happen for you two to end up together. You two were made for each other. Okay, for example, remember when you and Bella were dating Jacob had the hugest crush on Bella? Well look at him now. He imprinted on Katerina, your daughter, yet you used to fight over Bella's attention."

"You're right," I said bolting up and heading towards the door to find Marsha.

"Aren't I always?" she yells after me.

I race down the stairs and out the back door to find Marsha sitting in the backyard, by the pool, with her feet dangling in the water.

I walk over to her and sit on the edge next to her.

"Hey Edward," She mumbles, "Are you done acting like I had the plague or something?"

"I wasn't," She turned to me with her eyebrow raised, "Ok maybe I was but I did it for a reason. Do you feel it? The pull? Our mating pull?"

"Yes," she whispers in reply.

"I was avoiding that. I was avoiding it because I was scared. I thought that it was wrong but Alice opened my eyes."

"How?" she asked as we slowly gravitate towards each other.

"By reminding me that we were made for each other," I whispered before capturing her lips with mine.

BPOV

Marcus had been acting strange the past few days and had been avoiding me. It was nearly a week and a half after our children had shown up that I managed to catch him alone.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" I asked wrapping my arms around his neck.

He un-wrapped my arms from around him and stepped away from me, "I have been giving you some space."

"Why?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does," I say, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt to turn him around.

"Because you obviously needed the space to play happy families with Edward," He yelled in my face.

"WHAT?" I yelled in reply, "I have been hanging around with them so that Katerina didn't feel out of place. I was standing by our daughter, Marcus, when she needed us most."

"Our daughter or yours and Edwards?" he growls.

"BOTH," I scream, "We raised her making you her dad but he also helped to bring her into this world making him her dad as well. She can see both of you as her father if she wants to."

"Well it certainly doesn't feel that way. It feels more like you want to be with Edward and be one big happy family. That's what I've been seeing the past few days," He said walking out of the door.

"Then you have been seeing things wrong!" I yell after him but it falls on deaf ears as he slams the Cullen's front door behind him and drives away.

When I walked back into our room, small sobs escaping, go to our draws to grab a book to read to help pass the time until he came back. When I opened the draw I noticed that all of Marcus's stuff was gone. I gasped, stepping away. I ran to the closet, opened the door and collapsed at what I saw. All of Marcus's stuff was gone.

It was at that point that reality had hit me.

He was gone.