(Jacob's POV)
I woke up that morning feeling complete. Being with Natalie that way made me feel like she was there to stay. She truly wanted me, and she proved that. I just needed to know that she was just as happy as I was with her. I loved her and her babies so much.
She stirred in my arms and snuggled into my chest. I kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. She stretched out, arching her back, and then slowly opened her eyes.
"Good morning, princess," I cooed with a soft smile.
She smiled tiredly. "Morning. I'm so tired."
"You want me to go pick up the girls?" I asked.
She nodded. "If it's okay with you. I wanna sleep more."
"Okay." I gave her a small kiss on her lips. "I'll be back. You close your pretty eyes and go back to sleep."
She yawned and then closed her eyes again. "Thanks."
I got up and got dressed. It was so nice to see Natalie peaceful. She finally got to sleep in, and she needed it. She deserved to relax for once.
I walked out of the house and to my truck. It was pretty cold outside, so I had to make sure the girls were dressed warm enough and the heater was working, even though I couldn't stand the heater.
When I finally got to the house, I climbed out of the truck and walked to the door. I knocked twice, and Rachel answered.
"Hey bro," she giggled, wrapping her arms around me. "Where's Natalie?"
"In bed," I answered, stepping inside. "She's been really exhausted, and she needs to sleep."
"Well Paul's in the kitchen. We're giving the girls a bath."
I nodded. "Okay."
She led me into the kitchen and I saw the girls. Paul was splashing them, and they were laughing. It made me smile, but I felt like the girls weren't truly his. They were Natalie's, and I actually felt like they were mine.
"Hey," Paul mused. "Where's Nat?"
"Sleeping," I replied. "Why?"
"I had a question to ask her," he answered.
"I'll pass along the message."
He sighed. "I want the girls for a week."
"For a week?" I scoffed. "I can tell you right now that's not happening."
He walked away from the sink. "They're my girls too."
"You act like you've been a huge part of their lives," I growled. "You've had them for two days. I've been there every single day since they've been here. I'm more of a dad to them as you are."
I could see Paul's blood boiling. He snarled at me as he walked closer, but I stood my ground.
"Don't you ever say that to me again. I am their father, and you will never be. They are my girls, not yours!"
"Paul," Rachel whispered, but I stopped her before she could get any closer.
"Watch the girls," I ordered, but my glare never left Paul. "You may be their biological father, but you're not a father at all."
"I'm keeping the girls for a week," he stated.
I snorted. "Yeah, and then you'll face the wrath of me and Natalie. Take care of your own baby. Tianna and Taylor belong to Natalie, not you. They'll be living with me, not with you. You left her in the dust, crying in the La Push rain. Those girls will never be yours, no matter how hard you try. You have your own family to worry about. Don't come into mine."
"I don't know who the fuck you think you are to come into MY house and mess with MY girls. You will never be their father, or anything of the sort! I'll fight for these girls, even if it's the last thing I do!"
"Go ahead! But I am more of a father to them then you will ever be!"
I turned around and the girls were gone. I walked into the living room and saw Rachel dressing them. They were all bundled up and ready to go. She started packing them into their car seats. As soon as she was done, I picked them up and carried them outside without a single word. If it was a fight Paul wanted, it was a fight he would get.
(Rachel's POV)
Jacob rushed out the door with the girls in hand. I looked over to Paul, who was running a hand through his hair.
"Why can't you let them go?" I asked, trying to pick myself up off the floor.
Paul rushed to my side and helped me up. "What do you mean?"
"Paul, Jacob's right. You have a family to worry about: me and the baby. You can't deal with three babies even if you tried. And what about me? I'm already sick and tired enough; I can't watch the girls too." I sighed. "Maybe you should let Jacob be their father figure."
"Are you kidding me?" Paul half-yelled. "These are my girls, not Jacob's."
"But I'm the one you love, not Natalie!" I screamed back. "I'm having your baby! We're starting a family together and all of the sudden these two baby girls come into your life! I don't mind them once in a while, but you have your own family! Jacob loves Natalie, and he loves the girls just as much! Let Jacob take care of them!" Tears filled my eyes. "Please, let us have our family, and let Natalie have hers."
"I can't just let them go," Paul whispered. "They are a part of me."
"Fine, let them be a part of you, but don't go through this nonsense about being able to raise them!" I yelled. "I am your family!" I pointed to my stomach. "This is your family! Those girls can know you, but you can't raise them!"
He grabbed onto me and hugged me close.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, running a hand through his hair. "But Natalie didn't want you to know the babies anyways. You can babysit them and everything, but just leave them alone. They're living with Jacob. Let them live in peace, and we can live in peace as well."
He hugged me tighter and kissed my neck.
"Okay," he breathed. "Okay."
(Natalie's POV)
I heard the door open and close. That meant Jacob was back with the girls. I rolled onto my side, barely able to get up. I pushed myself up slowly and rubbed my eyes.
Jacob walked into the room with a huge smile on his face with both girls in his arms. I smiled back, stood up, and walked over to Jacob. I gave him a kiss and took Tianna out of his arms.
"Thank you," I whispered, bouncing Tianna onto my hip.
"No problem," he whispered back, kissing Taylor's head. "I think they're a little hungry."
"We need to go get some baby food," I told him. "I think it's time for us to introduce solid foods to them."
"Okay," he replied. "We go after you get ready."
"Sounds good. Let me just feed them, and then I'll take a shower and stuff."
"Okay." He sighed. "Are there bottles in the fridge?"
"Actually, I think there's one more. I'll pump later."
"Alright, well let me go feed Taylor."
I smiled at him and sat down on the bed. "Thank you so much, Jacob."
He smiled back, walked over, and kissed me. "It's no problem baby."
He walked out of the room with Taylor cradled in his arms. I cradled Tianna, pulled up my shirt, and started feeding her.
Jacob was the perfect father. I knew he would do anything for those girls, and that was exactly what I needed. I needed someone who could be there no matter what. I knew Paul couldn't do that; he had Rachel and a soon-to-be-born baby. He had enough worries, and it was obvious that he really couldn't be bothered with the girls, but Jacob could.
After feeding Tianna, I walked out of the room and over to Jacob, who was sitting on the couch, still cradling Taylor. I sat down next to him with a smile.
"So, I have something to tell you," Jacob mused as he picked Taylor up.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Paul wants the girls for a week."
I snorted. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen."
"That's what I told him," he continued. "But he might be asking. Just letting you know."
"He doesn't deserve them for a week," I said. "He doesn't deserve them at all."
All Jacob did was nod his head. He understood.