Sorry about the late post. My goal was to post this sooner but obviously it didn't happen. I've had a lot of stuff going on and it's made my life very hectic. But I do have another chapter for you so maybe this will be a bonus.

I also have an announcement and a question. I am writing the Take to the Grave story. It will be different than the one-shot because I have a chance of being more in depth with things. I will keep some things I liked in the one-shot in the book. Some things I'll shake up and some things I will just completely change. But the question is...do you, readers, want to hear just Leah and Emily's point of views or a little bit of everybody's. I am basically writing it with the view of everybody has secrets they want to take to the grave. (No pun intended) It can go as just Leah and Emily's thoughts and actions through out the story. I've also worked it as to where the different characters (along with the three main ones) have their thoughts and actions told too-along with what they think of the whole Sam, Leah, and Emily deal. I can go with it both ways. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 3!

Chapter three

Jacob's point of view

Change the game? What? What was she talking about? Was something wrong? I knew she was about worried about the Volturi-we all were-but what else?

"What are you talking about?" I asked. I looked at my son and daughter and took a deep breath, praying they were too busy being impatient than see my worry.

Something might be wrong. She could be hurt. I'm not there to protect her. And I'm the one that told her into doing the photography job.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Come on, Daddy, before they close." Grace begged, crossing her arms.

"Go before they get worse." My girl said.

I debated it. Should I make sure the mother of my twins is okay? I know she is. I would feel it if she wasn't. And I couldn't resist giving my twins what they wanted. If they wanted ice cream in November then so be it.

"Love you, Ness." I finally gave in.

"I love you too. Give my angels love."

I rolled my eyes as I hung up. Renesmee was an amazing mother. I was happy that we were finally able to have that family we were never really able to have.

"Finally." Sage huffed as if I spent an hour on the phone. Trust me, I wanted to.

"What if I was talking to your mother about something important?" I asked as I grabbed the keys to the Mercedes SUV.

"We know you didn't." Grace simply said as I opened the door to our garage.

"Oh, really?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because you're an adult and adults normally have boring conversations." Sage said, agreeing with his sister after I made sure they were buckled in. I learned my lesson the last time I got pulled over.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing but smiled as I drove off. It amazed me how Sage and Grace were so smart at a young age. Everybody else said it was because of the vampire gene. I say it was because they were my children and they were just amazing like that. Nessie felt the same way.

"What if we were talking about the two of you?" I quizzed. Sage shrugged. That was my son for you.

"About our Christmas presents?!" Grace excitedly chirped.

I looked in the review mirror. She looked so much like me-they both did-but at that moment I saw her mother in her. They both did at some point. Her looks, her mental capability. They had so much of her in them that it worried me less if they were going to phase or not.

But then what if they weren't immortal?

I pushed that to the back of my mind. Spending days where it was just me and the twins were rare. Nessie seems to think I'm losing my balance with things. More like doubtful. Yes, things were hectic but at least I'm doing it, right? I mean between all of this we don't have time for a wedding but at least we live forever, don't we? We are going to live forever.

Right?

"It's not even Thanksgiving, Gracie." Sage said, already bored with the conversation.

"So. We can start planning. Right, Daddy? We can plan early."

I hesitated. I would give her anything but not this. Normally she waits to do things last minute. (That she inherited from me.) Having Christmas meant having everybody over here or in Washington. So no we weren't getting ready early.

"I have to agree with your brother on this one, Grace. Let's just get through this weekend first." I said.

She shrunk back and pouted her lip while Sage laughed, "I told her so." I heard him mock.

"Shut up, you idiot."

"Hey," I scolded. "I thought we agreed on not calling your brother an idiot."

"But Sage started it."

"No I didn't, you liar."

"Both of you apologize now." I'm still shocked I can do this when me and my sisters did the exact same thing.

"Sorry." They mumbled to each other.

When we got into town I felt Grace's shield out. I need to phase as it is but that was making it worse. I pulled at the collar of my shirt because it felt like it was clasping around my neck. I tightened my grip in the steering wheel to keep the twins from seeing my hands shake. This vehicle was getting tight and Nessie would kill me if I lost it again.

I'm going to be sick.

I found the ice cream shop and parked, jumping outside. The twins jumped out as I leaned against the vehicle, breathing heavy.

"Daddy?" I heard my son ask, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, buddy." I breathed.

PHASE. PHASE. PHASE.

As Sage and I walked we saw Grace running ahead of us. I called out her name but it went through one ear though the other. I wanted to know where she got her energy from so I could get some.

"Grace." I called when she all of a sudden tripped. Great.

I picked Sage up so I could be fast and got to her in the matter of seconds. Nessie's going to kill me. I really didn't want her to rip me to shreds. Not now at least.

After I found out she was all right, Sage grabbed her hand. They looked at each other as if they were having a conversation when Grace's eyes filled up with tears. People looked at us but my deathly glares made them walking before they even thought about stopping.

"Daddy?" she asked as I wiped the tears away.

"Hmm?"

"Where are we?"

Sage used his gift on her. I can tell just by the vacant look in her eyes. Probably when I called her name he used it out of fright. Normally they were okay with controlling them but it wasn't enough to make us quit our worry that one day we'll get a call from school that everybody was in chaos due to losing their memory or trying to kill themselves. We've all tried to help them and teach them but it all came down to their age and when they were ready.

It worried Nessie and me. What if the Volturi found out about them? They're not even seven yet but they're so powerful. They were one of a kind. What if they can't control it? What if they're too powerful? Nessie and I have tried to keep them under the radar without being away from the human world. The only ones that really know what they are were the people that were close to us. What if we let our guard down long enough and the bad guys are able to slip in without us noticing it?

I carried Grace while Sage gripped my hand tight as we walked in. I felt them and Nessie. I felt the twins being scared and Nessie's curiosity turned worry. I have a lot explaining to do.

Imagine being in one of the professor's that seemed to have it out on you lecture when you feel all of this. Three people with three different moods all at once. It's very hard to concentrate. Imagine being in an important meeting with important people when you feel three different moods hitting you with a ton of bricks. Imagine having your girlfriend pregnant and at home with two year olds when your relationship isn't the best and you feel all of it. It's not fun if you haven't imagined it yet. If you have, tell me how you handled it so I can get a grip on it myself.

Grace refused to leave my side as we sat down. I was about to ask her when a waiter came by to get our order. Sage ordered his with pride while Grace just shrugged. After he left I turned to my daughter, who had her head buried in my side. When I moved so did she. It reminded me of the time where she wanted nothing to do with anybody except Nessie. The twins being infants seemed ages ago. Becoming a father, moving, going to college seemed to be ages ago. Sometimes I wonder how all of this happened.

"Daddy, is Momma coming home tomorrow?" Sage asked as the waiter dropped off the ice cream. I still didn't see why they wanted an idea like this.

"She should be. Why?"

"I was just wondering." He shrugged. Grace perked up a little while I looked at Sage. My instincts told me something was up

"Sage? Is there something I should know?" Something told me in my gut that both of them were hiding something, or about to pull something, they know we would approve of.

Sage looked at Grace then back at me. "It's nothing." He mumbled, going back to his ice cream.

I turned to Grace, who was stuffing ice cream in her mouth, "Gracie?"

"Ow!" she whined she put her spoon down and rubbed her head.

"Take the tip of your tongue and rub it on the roof of your mouth." A voice said behind me before I could say anything.

The three of us turned around to see a woman with red-gold hair, freckles splashed on the cheeks with cinnamon brown eyes that Grace's put to shame. No I was not attracted to her but I couldn't help but recognize her. Blame my sharp mind that never lets me forget…sometimes.

"Wow! It actually worked!" Grace exclaimed.

I gave her a look, "What do you say?"

"Oh!" she turned to the woman, "Thank you."

"Anytime." The woman said. She turned to me, "You look familiar. You're the guy with the stolen care aren't you?"

I grimaced. Did she not see two six year olds sitting next to me? I really don't want my son and daughter thinking I'm some big thief or something. That'd be a lot easier explaining than the rest of things though.

"Borrowed." I deadpanned. I felt my son sitting in my lap and glare at this chick, whom was Lizzie.

Shut up, Jacob. Stop thinking!

"And who are you?" Sage and Grace said at the same time giving the same glare. I can already see it now. Them running and ratting on me that I was talking to another woman and that I stole a car. I talked to the other woman-whom I have no feelings for-and never stole the car.

"Lizzie." She answered, winking at me.

Creepy.

"That sounds like Momma's name." Grace said. I smiled, thinking of Nessie.

"Na-uh." Sage argued. Here we go again.

"Alright, you two. Finish up so we can leave." I told them.

Lizzie put her hand on my arm on which I moved, "I didn't mean to scare you off."

"We need to leave anyway." I shrugged.

"You don't remember me do you?"

I'm not going to pay much attention to you when I have a hotter woman, "Sort of. I suck when it comes to putting names with faces."

"The Vanquish? You were snapping my head off. I was flirting with you and you completely ignored me."

Because I was about to meet my soul mate only hours after-who is hotter than you by the way. So no, I really wouldn't care when that soul mate of mine has a jealous streak worse than my sister.

"Sorry about that-the snapping at you, I mean. I'm normally not that rude." I was very much that rude. Wait. I still am.

"So…are those two yours? I didn't know you had children."

Because you don't even know me. "Yeah. You've already met Grace and the curly head is my son, Sage."

"We're done. Can we go home now? I'm sleepy." Sage announced. Probably to get me away, which I was thankful for.

I rushed out the booth, dragging the twins behind me, as Lizzie followed us out of the door.

"Cold. Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold." Grace mumbled, shivering.

I picked up my son and daughter. They got as close to me as possible. That was one thing they didn't inherit from neither of us. They didn't have the natural heat. It was a surprise to us because we never got cold. It worried their mother and I on how much of the human gene they have.

"So are you a single father?"

I laughed while I put the twins in the car and then turned to her. I haven't even had the chance of taking my own girlfriend out to dinner so why would I want to take some chick I hardly know.

"Uh…no actually, I'm not a single father. My wife's out of town for business." I answered. Yes, I know I said wife. I know I am opening up the door for the twins to ask why their parents weren't married. It's not that I don't want to marry Renesmee Cullen. It's the procrastinating with everything in me. Including getting down on one knee.

"Oh. I don't see I band or anything."

"I broke it." Not that I have one to break anyway.

"Daddy?" Oh crap. The questions were about to come up. And I know my completely blunt, demands honesty daughter will be the first to ask.

So the brave man I am, I shut the door to avoid it all.

I turned towards Lizzie, "I have to go. It's way past their bedtime." I said, climbing and driving off.

"Daddy?" Sage asked, "Why was that lady hitting on you?"

I had no clue where my son learned the phrase "hitting on" when he's only six and a half years old. I have a feeling it's from my brothers.

"She wasn't." She was but they don't need to know that.

"Then why was she talking about you stealing a car?" Grace chimed in on that point. They're never going to let me forget that.

"She was just a friend I met a long time ago." I answered. More like ten years ago but who's counting?

Just stop thinking, Jacob.

"Then you're old." She said.

Great. My kids think I'm old now. "Does your momma look old?" I ask.

"No."

"Then I'm not old. I'm the same age as her." I lied. I look the same but that is about it. Nessie and I don't just have an age difference. It was more like a big, gigantic, endless whole of a difference.

"She's not as pretty as Momma." Sage mumbled.

That's my boy! "No, she's not." I laughed but what kept going on in my head wasn't how creepy that Lizzie recognized me, that I haven't proposed to Nessie yet, but the fact that my own children were calling me old!

~~~~~~ Forever ~~~~~~

I kissed Sage's curls as he laid passed out on his bed. Since between leaving and coming home, the sugar kicked in. So being the father whose kids have him wrapped, I let them stay up a lot later than usual. They played outside while I was a wolf. That we couldn't hide from them. Their mother was a half vampire and their father was a werewolf. They understood that we weren't your normal family. They keep the secret. Partly because they have some of the vampire gene-which I was not complaining about. I don't want them to phase.

I made sure Sage was okay before I walked across the hall to Grace's room. Of course she would be the one still awake. Of course she would be the one jumping on her bed. Nessie and she were still going to war on that one. And that meant it was a war I was staying out of.

"Okay, squirt. I think you beat your record already." I said, walking into her room

"But that means I have to beat that record now." She huffed.

"You can do it tomorrow. You know momma's going to kill me for letting you do it." I said.

She plopped down with a dramatic huff, knowing I was right, "No fair." She mumbled as she laid down and I pulled the blanket over her.

"I'm not even sleepy. Can I stay up a little bit longer?" Grace begged.

"Sorry, princess. I've already pushed the limit. But it's our secret, right?"

She put her finger over her mouth and nodded, giggling. "Can you read to me and stay with me until I fall asleep?"

My daughter had me wrapped so I said yes. I grabbed a book from her care and laid down next to her. "I don't know if I'll be as good as Momma."

Yeah, Nessie had this little thing called projection where all she had to do was project the images. They liked it better than just reading. And what did I have? Nothing.

I read to her which got her relaxed a little. Then, to stay awake, she asked if I could tell her a Quileute story. I really wasn't supposed to break the rules but I already did so it didn't matter anymore. She curled up into my chest and fell asleep. My eyes drifted close too.

I woke up a few hours later. I think it was a few hours. Grace was passed out on her pillow so maybe I did something right.

I rubbed my eyes to wake up and scooted out of Grace's bed, careful not to wake her up. I looked back at my daughter, her black waves covering her face, before I stepped into the hall and shut the door. I checked on Sage one last time and then went into my office to get my books.

I checked the time. Three-thirty. I could get everything done, study for a little bit, phase, all before early bird wakes up. Then Mrs. Porter can watch the twins while I go to work for a few hours. No biggie.

Not when you feel like you're about to go to sleep. Again.

I grabbed my stack of books and went back into the hall. Maybe if I study in a different place it'll finally stick…

Who am I kidding? I need Nessie!

I made it to the first step when I tripped and fell. All the way down the stairs. Books and papers went everywhere while I laid there on the floor, cursing at myself at how stupid I was. I can't even walked down my own damn steps! Maybe I am old.

I swore again while getting up, thanking whoever that the twins were sleeping like a rock. I never trip. The only few times was because of either distracted by Nessie, (that was only once) when I was bit, and Finn. There's the exception since I first phased. Why would I do it now? Am I that exhausted? A few hours of sleep should be enough

I picked up all the paper and other crap and plopped down in front of the coffee table. I put my head in my hands, wishing I had my imprint with me instead of all by myself. I loved having alone time with my twins but I also hated Nessie being away from me. It made me sick. I needed to keep my mind off of things. So I need to work on the hardest first and work my way back.

And once I started, I realized it all backfired me in the face. It was six and I still wasn't done. All I could do was stare at it like it was going to bite me. No amount of coffee I drank, nothing stuck. My mind was thinking of other things.

I sat that aside. Screw it. I needed to study. I might not even go to the shop so I can focus on this. But then yet again if I stayed I would give the twins my undivided attention and would get no studying done.

I stared at my book. I understood it…only for it to fade away. So I leaned back against the couch, wishing Nessie was home. Why can't she come home?

I looked up at the family photo on top of the mantle that we took a few months back. Nessie and I sat against a tree while the twins laughed in our arms. I vowed I would protect them. They were my reason for everything.

My mind went back to Lizzie asking if I was single. Technically I wasn't. I just wasn't married. Nessie and I were as good as married though. We have children together, a home, and a job. We would be married if it wasn't for me wanting to go back to school. She's been hoping to marry me since the Christmas she was pregnant. If I didn't think of what she would do again we would be. I told her we could get married this summer but she said no. I didn't even propose. It was more or less an offer.

I didn't have commitment issues. Renesmee Cullen was the only woman I want to be with. She's the mother of my twins. I wouldn't leave her for another. I would put a wedding band on her finger and change her last name.

Then why haven't you?

Let's face it. I do have commitment issues but not the kind where you can't settle down with one woman and not want to. The kind where you want to marry that one woman but you're too afraid of what she'll say or do. What if she leaves and takes the twins with her? I would die without my son and daughter. I wish I knew if Nessie was pregnant when she left because I would have forced her to stay.

I always said if Nessie ran again I wouldn't bear it. But if she took our son and daughter away… for the first time I might just might kill her. I've forgiven her. I've forgiven Kaleb. Why can't I put some stupid ring on her finger?

"Daddy?"

I jumped, turning around to see my son standing beside me. He was wrapped up in his favorite blanket, half asleep.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I pulled him into my lap. I already know what it's about. It was the same thing as last night. It would only be in a matter of minutes before Grace comes down too.

"I had the same dream as last night." He mumbled.

I bit my lip. They both dreamed of us dead. It made me suspicious. Could it mean more than just a regular dream? Maybe I should tell Nessie.

"Was there anything else?" I asked.

"There was two more vampires and had wolves. They didn't look like you." He explained, wrapping his blanket tighter around him.

"What did the leeches-I mean vampires-look like?" I couldn't say leech anymore around them. Nessie swore it was as bad a cussing in front of them. Sure.

My son shrugged, "I dunno. They didn't look like our family." Was all he said.

Sage got comfortable and fell back asleep on my chest. Obviously I'm the big, walking pillow. So I grabbed my notes and went back to studying.

It worried me about the dream my son was having. Nessie was going to kill me when she found out; but they shouldn't be dreaming like this. I would say it wasn't normal but none of us are really normal at this point.

I couldn't do much about it now. I couldn't base anything on my six year old son's dream. No one would really believe me until I actually had facts. Nessie would believe me at least. I wanted to protect everybody but I couldn't. But couldn't I still try?

Okay. Focus. Study. You can play superman later. You first need to pass this college so your girlfriend doesn't kill you.

She's going to kill me either way so does it really matter?

~~~~~~ Forever ~~~~~~

I kept an ear out for the twins as I worked underneath the car. After hours getting nowhere with my studying-only my cuss words that kept threatening to come out. Yeah I could picture the twins going up to Nessie and them saying they learned how to cuss from me.

So when it was time for our neighbor to watch the twins, they begged me to take them with me. I knew it had to be because of their dream so I gave in.

Now I was finishing up on the car, hearing chatter between Sage and Grace. They were good…most of the time. They were good all time but it shocked me at how much they can be sneaky they can be. They put me and Nessie to shame.

"Daddy, how long do we have to be here?" I heard Grace ask.

"A while. I told you it was going to be a few hours, Graciebell." I answered, my mind split in half.

"Can I help to drown out Grace's complaining?"

I laughed, letting him. Grace eventually joined in. Nessie was going to kill me on that too. Call me paranoid but I know my girl. She shows up when you least expect it. She's also very scary when angry.

"Are you and Momma going to die?" I heard Grace ask.

I dropped whatever tool I had in my hand and let it hit my face. I pulled out from underneath the car and looked at Grace. She had her head bent down, her black waves hiding her face. I looked at Sage but he didn't give way of anything either.

"Where did that come from?"

"We were…nothing." Sage mumbled, looking away from my face.

"Okay. Look, you two. Me and your mother are not going anywhere. None of us are going to die." Not on my watch.

"Promise?" they both ask.

"Don't I always keep my promises?"

They lunged to hug me, wrapping their arms around my neck. I vowed when Nessie was pregnant I would love and protect them with everything I had in me. I vowed that also with the one Nessie miscarried. I didn't blame her for not being able to keep it. I had a bad feeling it would end bad. It's not like I didn't care. It hurt; but I was happy with Sage and Grace. Why push our luck?

"We love you, Daddy?"

I smiled. If Nessie ever wanted another one…we would think about it. But right now I was happy. Why would I want more?

"And what about me?" I heard a voice say.

My heart leapt for joy. The connection made me turn to her. It was painfully wanting me to go her way. So I just looked at her, soaking wet, clothes sticking to her body, and her chocolate brown eyes shine.

Nessie!

"Momma!" The twins yelled, going from my embrace to hers.

"I missed the both of you!" she said, kissing them. She looked up at me with a wink.

"We missed you too!" Grace exclaimed.

All I could do was stare at them. My beautiful son and daughter with my Renesmee. She looked like a drenched cat. A very hot one but still a drenched cat.

I decided to come out of my trance as Nessie's eyes flickered from the twins to mine. So I got up and walked to my family, wrapping my arm around Nessie's waist and pulled her closer to me, "What? Now that she's home you'll forget me?" I joked.

Grace, like the daddy's girl she is, moved from her mother's arms to mine in an instant, "I still love you, Daddy." She said, kissing my cheek.

Nessie and I laughed while I bent down to kiss her. Once her lips touched mine, I tried to deepen it, slightly forgetting that the twins were still her, and Nessie pulled away. She patted my cheek, showing me, "Later, babe."

"Gross." Sage mumbled, covering his eyes.

"I can't kiss your mother?" I asked my son.

"No." he replied.

I have my answer.

Nessie looked away but still laughed, "The boss has spoken. No more kisses for you mister." She said to me, "Besides, I have better kissers, old man."

"Enough with the old man jokes." I said.

"I think it's sweet." Grace said.

What? She thinks it's sweet? Boy taking her on a date. Boy holding her hand. Boy making a move to kiss her. NO!

"It's not." I said quickly, "Kissing is gross. Listen Sage. Never kiss. If a boy ever tries to, punch them as hard as you can. You won't get in trouble."

"Jacob…" Nessie rolled her eyes and put Sage down. I copied her movements and they ran off back to their game. She wrapped her arms around my waist, "I missed you."

"I missed you. How did you get so wet?" Though she did look kind of hot.

She laughed, "I have a connection with the best boyfriend, and the best son and daughter I can ever ask for. So why did they ask if we were going to die?"

I went back to work, "Not until you tell me your story."

"Mine's long."

"So is mine."

Neither of us were getting anywhere so we went silent. I went back to working and she sat and thought. Something was changing, bothering her and it confused me.

"So…one, I know I don't have anything to worry about with Lizzie. The twins said she wasn't that pretty; and two, I think we need to have a family day." Nessie announced.

I laughed about the first comment and winced at the other. "Can't. I have plenty of other-"

I was cut off by oil dripping from the car and dripping down onto my face. I've made things worse than better. Good thing I didn't finish that comment or my relationship would be screwed too.

Nessie saw my unfinished comment and our link changed. She was disappointed while I was angry, "Maybe next month then."

I pulled myself out from underneath the car, glaring at her. She covered her mouth but I still heard a giggle escape. I was so going to kill her.

"You think this is funny?"

"A little."

"What happen to you, Daddy?" Grace asked.

"Nothing." I grumbled, getting up and walking to the bathroom to try and get the oil off of me.

"Maybe you need a break, old man." Nessie said, winking at me as she leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom.

"I'm not old." I insisted. I feel like it though.

"I would still love you even if you were."

~~~~~~ Forever ~~~~~~

Work was done. School stuff was halfway done because I tried to distract my tutor too much. Kids were fed, bathed, and put to bed. Now Nessie and I can talk.

Great.

"How could you have fallen?" Nessie asked as she sat on the chaise while I was in the bathroom.

"I don't know. I was sort of half asleep. Maybe I need that life alert or something since everybody thinks I'm old!" I said.

I wiped my face to get rid of the shaving cream and threw my towel on the counter, walking out of the bathroom after my shower to get rid of the oil.

"Really, Jacob?" Nessie asked as I plopped down and brought her in my arms. Even if it was for a few days I missed doing this. "You're immortal. You shouldn't worry about growing old." She laughed.

"Unless I get bit again. Would you still love me even if I was old and gray?"

"I'm more worried about your health." She muttered back, playing with my hair.

Now that I've went through it and have a family, it scares me every time I attack a vampire would I get bit again. I still haven't recovered that well from the last time-and jumping back into it before even fully resting didn't help either. All it would take was for it to stop my heart. Could some stupid mistake affect my family?

"Do you think that could be it? That your body's still slowly shutting down."

"No. I was asleep. Problem solved."

I brought my lips up to hers but pulled back when I saw her face. "I've been thinking that maybe I should stay home from now on. I like being a stay at home mom." She said

"You love what you do."

"But I love being a mom more. Things are getting hectic. When I'm away all I can think about is you, Sage, and Grace. What if something happens and we're not there to protect them. And you're busy most of the time-"

"I can make time."

"Barely. It's hard for you to juggle all of this. Especially on your own."

I could tell she was serious about this so I said, "You're home now. We're safe for now. That's all that matters."

But for how long?

Nessie scoffed, "Until some vampires come after us again."

She was right on that one even when that was the only time I didn't want to agree with her. We can't be lucky with the twins. We've got to play things out the best so that they would be able to live to see another day. I don't care about me as long as my family was safe.

All of a sudden a projection hit me of a hybrid named Tuck. He had no clue what he was or who his parents were. He was able to fully understand what he was after Nessie and Nahuel explained everything to him. What worried Nessie though was that there was more hybrids being carelessly made with nobody explaining the rules too. It might be another immortal child epidemic.

"I think his father is Finn, Jake. His mother from what he could remember looked like Katherine." She said.

"How? I thought he killed his son."

"Maybe. But Tuck's memories are of Finn and Katherine. It shows Finn dumping Tuck off, thinking he was dead when he really wasn't. He has an amazing gift. He can make others believe that he's dead. He can also do it to others. It's kind of like Aspen's but you feel dead. It's so awesome."

It was something I didn't want to see. I've had enough of death to last me a life time when I know they'll be more soon. I just hope I've held it off as long as possible.

"So it's like Finn's?" I asked.

"Yeah, sort of. But Finn's can actually kill you remember? Tuck's is only an allusion. Awesome but still."

"So do you think he knows the son he thought he killed was actually alive?" I asked. Now that I had my own, I couldn't completely understand how somebody wanted to kill their own kids. Sage and Grace made us change. How can somebody give up that?

"Probably not. At least if he doesn't his brothers do then. Maybe I can-"

I cut her off, "No. You're just got home. Don't leave again."

Renesmee snuggled deeper into me, "You're right. Maybe it's the momma coming out in me but I feel sorry for him. His mother is dead. His father thinks he's dead. Imagine our Sage and Grace going through that."

I didn't want to but my mind did anyway, "If something is going to happen to us we'll send them off." I muttered as their dream came back. "When that day comes we'll run."

Nessie looked at me confused, knowing I was hiding something. I closed my eyes and blurted everything I debated on telling her. I explained what our twins were dreaming and how they were worried how we're going to die.

"Maybe they're more connected to us more than what we thought." Nessie hissed. "They will not touch my babies. They won't touch you. I'll make sure of that."

We sat in silence after that. We both knew that a war was coming but we didn't know when. I could sense it. I just didn't want it to happen anytime soon. We had no clue what the Volturi were going to have up their sleeves. But it was decided that if now wasn't the time then we would wait and be prepared. Other than that we have to continue on with our normal lives. It was safer for the twins that way.

I hope.

I turned Nessie's face to mine and kissed her again. This time she deepened that kiss and I let her. I was making up for the time she was away from me. They seemed to fly by now that she was with me.

We pulled away and laughed at the sound of Sage and Grace's snores.

"They are your son and daughter." My beautiful Renesmee laughed.

And I wouldn't change it for anything.