(Jacob's POV)

I walked into my room and ran a hand through my hair. I had imprinted, on the mother of one of my friend's children. How could it happen? How was I supposed to tell Natalie, or anyone else? I was sure that it wouldn't matter to the rest of the group, but I never knew how Paul would react. No one ever knew how he would react.

I sighed and fell face down on my bed. Why did being a werewolf have to make everything that more complicated? Why couldn't I have a normal life with normal friends? Why did I have to grow up so quickly, and ruin the best years of my life?

I wanted to sleep, but there was too much on my mind. It took me until three in the morning to sleep and then the babies started crying at six. I slowly climbed out of bed to go check on the twins, and Natalie was breast-feeding Tianna. She smiled at me and nodded to Taylor, asking me to pick her up.

"How do you breast feed them both?" I asked.

"I don't," she whispered. "Taylor wouldn't latch, so I bottle feed her. There are a couple bottles in the fridge. Can you go get me one?"
I ran my hand through my hair. "Yeah, sure."
I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of breast milk, and walked back to Natalie.

"Hold her and feed her until I'm done with Tianna please," she whispered, still holding Tianna's head to her breast.

I looked down at a crying Taylor, and I was scared. I didn't know how to hold a baby, let alone feed one. I did, however, pick her up and cradled her in my arms. Her crying let up, but she was still whimpering in hunger. I grabbed the bottle and placed it gently to her lips. She took the plastic nipple in her mouth and sucked vigorously. It felt like I was holding my very own child.

When Taylor was done, she let go of the bottle and gurgled.

"You have to burp her," Natalie continued. "Grab a hand towel from the bag and put it over your shoulder, and then just pat her back until she burps."
I followed her instructions, and Taylor gave a small burp. I smiled and held her in my arms.

"You're so lucky I changed their diapers before you came in," Natalie laughed. "Otherwise I would've had you help with that."
"You can save that for later," I chuckled, flashing her a cheeky smile.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked, bouncing Tianna in her arms.

"Fine," I lied. "What about you?"
"Not bad," she replied. "The pillow just smelt like cologne."

"Oh. I don't know why."

She shrugged. "It's whatever. I got a different pillow."

"Okay. Do you want something for breakfast? My dad got donuts from that place you really like in Forks."
She smiled. "Really? That was nice."

"Well, my dad kinda likes you," I chuckled.

"Will you put Taylor in her car seat? There's no way I'm gonna leave them in here."

I almost forgot I was holding the fragile child. She was much smaller than Tianna, probably because she wasn't breast-feeding; I just didn't want to bring it up to Natalie.

"Sure," I answered, tucking her into the car seat and then picking it up. "Just into the kitchen?"

"Yes please." She was packing Tianna in the car seat. "I'll meet you out there."

"Okay."
I carried Taylor to the kitchen and sat the car seat down on a chair. Natalie came out moments later with Tianna and sat her right by Taylor.

"Where are those donuts?" she laughed.

She looked extremely tired, and I hadn't noticed it until now. There were solid bags under her eyes, and there wasn't much joy in her laugh anymore. She was exhausted from taking care of twins, even if she did have the support of her parents. She was probably stressed about coming to La Push too, so that could've added to the extreme exhaustion. I felt sorry for her. I had never seen her so drained.

"Um, over there in that pink box," I replied. "Can I make you coffee?"

"I can't drink any," she replied, taking a bite of a glazed donut. "Caffeine is bad when you're breast-feeding a child."

I watched her lick every last bit of sticky sugar of her fingers. Even when she was stressed and tired, she was still extremely sexy. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I nodded. "Oh gotcha. So do you want something to drink at least?"

"Do you have milk?" she asked. "I feel like a child, but that's the only thing I really will drink besides water."
"Oh, yeah, sure. There's a carton in the fridge. I'll get you a glass."
I walked over to the cabinet, pulled out a glass, filled it with milk, and gave it to her. She put it to her lips and took three long gulps to finish it.

"Wow," I laughed. "You're really that thirsty?"
"Hey," she laughed back. "Breast-feeding is hard work!"

I smiled. The same Natalie was back.

(Natalie's POV)

A few hours after breakfast, Jacob told me we were going to lunch at Sam's. I tried to make myself as pretty as I could possibly look to somehow make Paul jealous. I wanted him to want me back.

Jacob and I dressed the girls, put them in their car seats in the back of Jacob's beat up truck, and drove to Sam's. I was shaking the entire way, partially because I was cold and partially because I was scared. I didn't want to see anyone, especially Paul.

Jacob noticed and put a hand on my knee. The warmth of his hand calmed me, but I was still as scared as ever. How was I supposed to face the man of my children I hadn't seen in almost a year? Not to mention I didn't tell him about the twins. I couldn't understand how life could be so complicated. Why couldn't everything just be simple?
We stopped in the driveway, and there were two or three cars parked there. I sighed, trying to prepare myself to go inside. I could barely move.

Jacob put his hand on my knee. "Are you ready?"

I nodded, but I wasn't ready. I would never be ready.

Jacob helped me get the girls out of the car and then walked me to the front door. He rang the doorbell, and Emily answered.

"Natalie!" she squealed. "How are you? We haven't seen you in ages! Come in, you must be freezing."

I walked in, and there he was.

And there was another pregnant girl sitting on his lap.