Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I don't happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.

Rating: Rated 'T' for 'Teen'. May change later.

Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Family, Fluff, Friendship, First Time, General, High School, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Supernatural, Vampires

Warnings: Adult Content, Blood, Discriminatory Language, Violence

Pairings: Jasper/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Peter/Charlotte

Summary: Your typical story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. A baby is quickly made. What happens when the boy's a vampire? What happens when said vampire is killed before the baby's born? Renée doesn't know what's going to happen to her baby, but Nahuel promises to keep it safe from his father. Jasper/ Bella


Sunday, September 17, 1944

Emmett's P. O. V.

I couldn't drive with Rosalie nuzzling against my ear like that. It almost made me wish we were already at the cabin we recently purchased twenty minutes outside of La Manche, Newfoundland, Canada a tiny city around an hour away from St. John's, but I knew she was never this touchy-feely when I wasn't trying to maneuver whatever vehicle I would be driving. Hell, she wasn't an openly affectionate person by nature in the first place.

A young deer darted out in front of my green 1941 Chevy Special Deluxe Convertible, running as fast at its awkward, wobbly legs could carry it, and caused me to slam on my breaks and slide in the snow. There was what looked like a life-like porcelain doll following after it on unsteady legs, leaping from tree branch to tree branch and scurrying up them to keep from falling off, just to dive onto its back so that it could ravage its neck.

Shit! Was that a… No. This wasn't going to happen to my family, to my mate.

"Emmett! No! It's just a baby!" Didn't matter. The Volturi slaughtered vampires for less than the crime of Immortal Children and I knew perfectly well Aro was clamoring at the chance to get his hands on Edward, another gifted vampire for him to own. I wasn't going to sit by and watch as this abomination cost me my mate's and family's life. "Please Emmett! Please! It's not its fault! EMMETT!"

I approached the child quietly, ignoring my wife as she sobbed and screamed at me next to the vehicle. She was going to hate me for the next thirty years, at least. Hopefully I wouldn't have to kill myself and I could just calmly carry it to our cousins in Alaska. "Hey there," I said gently, trying to coax the infant to come to me. Instead, it began growling. "No, no… none of that now."

The child whipped around and I staggered back. Her cheeks had a red glow like humans would from staying in the cold for far too long to be comfortable; her eyes were a deep chocolate with a blood-like red ringing her pupil and gold flecks throughout the iris; her hair, once hidden by the deer, was long and thick, framing her face in a mass of dark brown curls; and her ruby lips were pulled back in a snarl that accented her pearly whites.

As far as I knew, and most of my knowledge came from The Fundamentals of Children classes, newborns didn't have teeth when they were only a few days old or hair that reached their shoulders. And I knew from personal experience, since I was a vampire, that vampires didn't have blood running through their veins to give that deep blush on their cheeks or eyes any color other than crimson, topaz, and black. Even then, an orange only came from someone switching between the human and animal diets; the black came when we were hungry from either blood-lust or plain lust.

Small chunks of raw venison fell from her mouth as her distress was known through her menacing sounds of territorial rage. Quickly, I crab walked backwards until my body was pressed against a thick pine; this didn't seem to appease her anger. Ever so leisurely, the rest of the meat dropped as she crawled deliberately towards me. Her choppers glistened with the bright crimson of freshly spilled blood; her tongue darted out and I could hear the rough texture of the top of it scrape against one of the elongated incisors that she licked. I never thought I would have been frightened of what appeared to be an infant.

Even as angry as she was, she abruptly stopped, reaching her little hand out to me; it was like she was trying to touch the particles in the air around my body. With a giggle, she sat back on her rear and clapped her hands together in happiness.

That was all Rosalie needed to swoop in and start her plea. "See! We can't Emmett. We can't. She's just a baby. I don't know what she is, but she isn't an Immortal Child. She's a baby Emmett. She's just a little baby." I knew she thought I was blind to see the fact that ever since she was changed, she resented a great deal of her existence because of her lack of ability to have children. This was her only change at having the baby she's been wanting since her change.

I never could quite tell her no.


It took Rosalie almost eight hours to win over the girl. Rosalie sat there, a few feet away from the child, and waited. My woman was nothing if not stubborn. I had been shooed away after half an hour, as I was disturbing the young one, to unload the moving crate that was hooked onto my car.

During my time cleaning the house for our guest, I heard my wife hiss. I almost tore the heathen apart the moment I came out there to find out what happened. The little shit bit my mate. Even still, I had been sent back inside to continue my work as she kept up those eight hours. Apparently, Rosalie had gotten ahead of herself and went to hold her much too soon for the infant's liking. Nah shit. I bit her merely five minutes after I woke up. Don't touch a newborn's food.

But then, when I thought she was up creek without a paddle, I heard the two of them get up and head somewhere close to the house. When I looked outside through the singular wall of windows next to the kitchen, I felt my heart lurch as I watched my wife, all slumped over, be led around by the girl. Her entire hand was pulling on Rosie's right pinkie finger to show her around.

I hadn't been the only Cullen man kicking himself for not being able to give our wives babies. Like Rosalie and our 'mother', I too wanted children. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't Maybe, with a little time and patience, I could love the girl like I knew my mate already did.

The child rummaged around in the dead tree that I should have cut down a week ago when I bought this house and came out with a couple large quilts, a smaller soft looking brown and pink blanket, and a bound leather book. Not three seconds later was she cuddling the baby blanket and sucking on her left thumb. Rosalie got together the leftover items and led the infant inside. It was then that I realized the little girl was naked.


Rosalie put her finger to her lips in an attempt to silence me when I was already quiet. I would've made some sort of noise to upset her if it weren't for the fact that it took her forty minutes to put the baby to bed.

I had been going through the book Rose brought in, and it turned out to be a journal. Her mother's pregnancy journal. Although most of the information had to do with how much she loved the child and how much pain she was in, I did manage to find out that the child's mother was human and the father was a vampire. I didn't know it was possible to find one's mate in a human or that we could impregnate one.

"I just don't see how he had the control not to break her while they mated."

"Don't be so crude," she scolded with a roll of her eyes.

Trailing after her as she tidied up the house, I continued on with my findings. "She has a name." This made my Rosie pause. "Her mother picked one out for her. Are you going to use it? She did love this child enough to carry her to full term even with her mate begging her to abort the baby."

"What is it?"

"Huh?"

Again, I got the eye roll. "What's the name? I'm not going to name her some asinine creation. It has to be at least dignified."

"Isabella Marie."

She didn't say anything. Apparently it was good enough not to be too stupid to toss out. "What are you going to be doing while she and I are here? You wanted to ki-"

"If you're going to be here, raising this baby, then I want to help. We're married. We're mated. I didn't want to kill her, but I wasn't going to let you sign your death certificate in keeping an Immortal Child. You want to be her mom? Well, I want to be the dad."

This wasn't an Immortal Child.

Her eyes lit up with happiness and a smile tugged at her lips. "You want to be her father with me?"

Laughing, I said, "Hey, we can't both be the father here. How about you be the mother instead?" She leaped onto me, hugging me as tightly as she could while giggling like mad.

"I can deal with that."


Nahuel's P. O. V.

I spent too long leading Serena and Joham to the west coast. At first, all I was trying to do was send them to Florida, but they were closing in too fast and I had to do my best to keep them from catching up to me and figuring out I no longer had the girl. But towards Texas, I could have easily sent it off to Huilen, who was in the Northern part of Mexico waiting for me. The both of them knew she'd never betray me by giving them the child, even if it meant our death. By the time they tracked her down, Little Bella would easily be able to take care of herself and no longer need either of us.

Of course, I lost them along the Gulf of Mexico, but that didn't matter. They'd eventually find this place and find my note.

'I sent her off. I know not where. She's safe from you.'

It was then that I found the coast and jumped in. I had to swim all the way to the Panama Canal before I could get out. A quick feed and some human food was all that was needed before I stole a boat to take to Florida. I'd have to run to Mississippi before hopping in the river with it's name, and swimming my back up it and then running North all the way to Canada until I found that cabin by a waterfall again. Hopefully I wasn't too late.


Wednesday, September 20, 1944

Emmett's P. O. V.

A tug on my pants caused me to look down. It was my little angel. She was the most precious thing and had taken a liking to me yesterday; we've been nearly inseparable ever since. I even pretended to take naps just to be near her when she slept. Of course, Rosalie would be putting a stop to that when we had her room all done. I was betting we could sneak a few when my wife was out hunting. With a giggle and a smile, she let me scoop her up. There were very few times she allowed Rosalie to cart her around like I knew the woman wanted to, but Bella tolerated my doing it. In fact, she enjoyed it. It could be because I tickled her once in a while instead of holding her still like Rosie tended to do, but I was thinking it was because she enjoyed cuddling into my chest to fend off some of the outrageous heat she produced.

That and for the sake of cuddles.

"Love you Baby Girl." And I did. I've come a long way from trying to kill her to begging Rosalie not to put a crib in the girl's room so we could continue our 'naps'.

She gave me another smile. "Dad-dy," she said, pronouncing it as if she were speaking two different words, "luh you." Like every time when she called me that name or told me she loved me during the last couple of days, my heart went into my throat and I felt a strong urge to cry. I never thought parenting would be like this. It was supposed to be filled with snot-nosed brats and tantrums, not the sheer delight of watching her first bite of mashed up peas.

That was another Rosalie thing I wouldn't understand. The reason behind demanding every bit of Bella's human food to be home-made. But that was my wife, and spouses were supposed to be strange. She would filter the water and then boil the peas or carrots as the baby cook books tell her to, then mash it herself. Why we couldn't buy the jarred stuff instead, I'll never understand. As long as I didn't have to do it, I was fine. Eventually we'd have to introduce her to donuts and cake. I was looking forward to the joy on her face when she ate the deliciousness of those masterpieces. Or so I've been told. Human food was disgusting to our kind, yet Bella enjoyed it. Well, until she had to eat green beans.

So far, we haven't been experiencing the horror of most children that we've seen in stores, heard about, or read on. Bella was an amazing girl, already understanding concepts way past her physical age; although, she was unable to express herself most times. Just one more detail pointing to her not being an Immortal Child.


Ending Author's Notes: These chapters are difficult to write, so putting together enough to make up a chapter is hard. Still, I try to make it at least somewhere around two thousand words.


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