Quick update for all you Taken to the Grave fans...still on chapter one. But I'm kind of leaning towards the omniscient point of views. Still I am open for suggestions...Enjoy chapter four even though I have a feeling ya'll are really going to hate me. I might be surprise. You know what to do after you read...

Chapter Four

Nessie's point of view

I woke up early that morning, groaning. Monday morning. I send the kids to school. Jake goes to class. I catch up on house work and errands.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I could fall back asleep. Jacob's snores were proven that he was dead to the world. He was still so cute though when he slept. He laid on his stomach, mouth slacked open, one arm draped over my stomach.

"Jake…" I mumbled. "Get up, love."

I shook his shoulder, trying to wake him. He eventually stirred, groaning at being woken up. I laughed when he opened his eyes to glare at me with those beautiful but sleepy eyes I could get lost in.

"Tell me you're just being cruel and it's not Monday." He mumbled, his heavy lids threatening to close.

"I'm not being cruel and it is Monday so get your lazy butt up." I said, slapping him.

"No." he moaned into his pillow. "Five more minutes.

I knew one thing that would get him up. Normally when Jake has a full school day we'll both get up early. Obviously not the case today.

I laid on top of Jacob, kissing his neck, and wrapped my hands from underneath him, "Wake up, my love." I whispered.

"Tempting…but no." he said.

I growled, "You're worse than the twins. I think you're more of a kid than they are."

I got up and made my way to the door while Jacob turned around, "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"You figure it out." I said and walked out the door.

I made my way to Sage's room, knowing he would be waking up. His curls were a mess as he opened his eyes and saw me. "Morning, Momma." He mumbled.

I think if it wasn't for my curls, he would look so much like Jacob. They both do. Sage has his father's warm, deep eyes that anybody could get lost in. Like Jacob, they were black when he was either upset or angry.

"Good morning." I smiled, sitting on his bed. "Did you sleep well?"

"No nightmares."

"I guess there's one good thing to me being home." I laugh and kiss him on his forehead.

"Can I sleep for a few more minutes?"

That's a new one from my son. But what was with everybody wanting to sleep in? Do I get the opportunity? No. "Sure. I'll go check on Grace."

He nodded and curled underneath the coves while I slipped out of the room. I went to check on my daughter to find her exactly like Jacob minus the snoring. Her ebony, wavy locks were sprawled all over the place. I had no clue where she got it from in the beginning. I thought it was just a mixture of Jacob and I until Rachel said once that Sarah had wavy hair. She took more from her namesake than we thought.

I moved some hair out of her face. She was so beautiful like her brother. More beautiful than anybody I know. They were a Jacob made over. It surprised everyone once they got old on how much they look like their father. It surprised him the most since he expected them to look a lot like me. But I always knew. It proved to everybody who their father really was.

We sat in our room, smiling. I had just told Jacob that I was pregnant again. He was shocked at first, obviously worried about my health and the baby's. I was turning seven next month and he was scared on how it would change things. He couldn't stay upset long though because he spun me around. Whenever he kissed me he said that I made it pretty clear I didn't want anymore. All I could do was laugh, kissing him, and say that this was the last one.

Now we were in our bed, our wonderful twins playing in the middle. It was hard for them to understand that there was a baby in my stomach but they caught on more than the average human child. More than Jacob most likely. They were excited that they were going to have a younger sibling around. Well, excited as two year olds can get.

"A baby's in mommy's tummy?" Grace asked, pointing at my stomach.

I was still too early to have a little bump yet but that didn't stop Jacob from putting his hand on my stomach, rubbing his thumb back and forth. All I could do was look at him and smile, amazed our twins were comprehending this when their parents barely could.

"Yes, sweetie, a baby is in mommy's tummy." I answered, kissing her cheek. She giggled.

"And pretty soon you'll have a little brother and sister to have fun with." Jacob said.

Sage, leaning against Jacob's chest as he was about to fall asleep, jolted awake, "Really!"

"Really. You'll have to be a big help to us though." I said, taking one of Sage's ringlets and twirled it around my finger like Jacob does mine. He pushed my finger away, hating me doing that.

Eventually they fell asleep right in the middle of us. I was so happy. I thought my fairy tale ended but it seemed to have only started.

"So I guess you'll have to get me a new ring or another stone because I don't think this one will be in March." I told my soul mate.

He leaned over to kiss my cheek, "I don't mind it either way." He smiled, his dark eyes shining.

I looked at our sleeping angles as I put my hand over his as he touched my stomach, "Do you think they actually understand?"

Jacob copied to where I was looking at, "I think they understand more than we give them credit for. I still can't believe it."

I looked back up at him, confused, "Believe what?"

"This." He said, looking between the twins and me, "I am a father, Nessie. Something I gave up on a long time ago. I know we talked about having kids before we were engaged, and then you wanted to wait so I just pushed it back. And then you left and I gave up on you coming back so the dream of having a family left. I lost the only woman I would love. I couldn't start a family with another one. Now I have it all. You, Sage, Grace, and this one on the way."

Jacob bent over to kiss my stomach, making sure we didn't wake the twins. I put my hand on his cheek, "Me too. No matter how bad the twins look and act so much like you."

I expected him to joke but what came out was a mumble, "I can't believe that either."

"How so?"

"Whenever you were pregnant with them, I always pictured them looking like you. I just hope at least this one would look like you. At least have your eyes."

"Sage and Grace look like you because you are their father. It wiped away all shades of doubt didn't it?"

Jacob tensed up but swallowed hard, trying to hide it, "They're mine. You're mine. The end."

I bit my lip. I know Jacob had doubted whether or not the twins were really his in the beginning. He can't deny it now. There wasn't a hint of doubt in his mind. Our son and daughter looked so much like him it was scary.

"No how much money do you want to bet that the other one will look like you? Since I was right the last time." I giggled.

"I'll prove you wrong. This one will look like you." He said, kissing me again and then kissed my stomach. "Now somebody has to go to sleep. You really picked the "perfect" time, Renesmee. I might not even go to school."

"Oh, you will go, Jacob Black. I'm fine. I'm pregnant, not dying."

"How can you expect me to go when you just told me that you are pregnant? What if-"

"It'll be okay. I have the twins to keep my company. Relax." I told Jake.

He huffed, "Fine. But you will call me if you need me?" I nodded, "Fine. Night, my beautiful."

"Night."

Jacob kissed the twins and whispered goodnight to them in Quileute. They sighed and just scooted closer to us. We both laughed. Jacob did the same thing and whispered Quileute to my stomach. I hope it gets use to this.

I smiled. I had everything I needed. I had my wonderful son and daughter that I could never get enough of. Even if they were in their terrible twos and made me lock myself in the bathroom to have a good cry as I called myself a horrible mother when they were taking a nap. I still loved them. Every ounce of their badness.

I had this new baby that we had to start preparing for. I would have to start all over because I didn't think I would have another. This big stomach, feeling fat, the change of moods, the crazy cravings, and the snapping at Jacob that he better not ever touch me again. I said that the last time and look at where I'm at. We'll start all over with the diaper change, late night feedings, up all hours of the night, the terrible twos…All while raising Sage and Grace.

Oh boy.

And then I had my Jacob. The father of my children. He was aggravating sometimes. Okay, all the time. There were several times where we couldn't stand the sight of each other. Our relationship was different in so many ways. It was crazy and that was the way I wanted it to be.

"Night, my loves." I whispered to the three important people in my life. I then turned to our unborn-and last-child, "Goodnight to you too. I'll see you in a few months. Be prepared. We're all crazy. I love you, your brother, sister, and daddy so much."

I blinked, having no clue where that came from. It was surprising. I haven't thought about that day in a long time. Call me a horrible mother if you must. I use to think about it all the time. Recently it's all came back up. There's days where I say that Sage and Grace were enough for us but then I look at them and wonder what it would be like again. Would having another baby be nice? Yes. Would I welcome it if it happen? Yes. Am I happy with what I got? Most definitely. Would Jacob and I try to talk about the possibility of another one? Probably not. Besides, it was his idea to not try again.

I bent down to kiss my daughter, "I love you, my princess." I whisper before walking out of her room.

I headed back into our room and saw Jacob sitting up, rubbing his face to wake up. He looked at me with a tired smile. For some reason I could already see the beginning of him running on fumes. He'll get careless. Something bad will happen. I swear, if the twins are around to watch, I'll kill him.

"Decided to get up?" I asked from the closet, choosing a pair of black pants and a white blouse. I was hurt that he deliberately shot down an idea of a family day.

"Yeah. Thanks for waking me up." He mumbled.

"Hey. I tried. You were the one that ignored me."

"I need to phase anyway. Grace's shield has been out all night."

I bit my lip. Grace getting control over it but keeping it in brought her pain. Sometimes to the point where she curls up in ball to handle the pain. Momma tried to help but Grace's was completely opposite of hers. And her other level of pushing it out even brought me pain and I'm a shield penetrator.

"Maybe Momma can work with her a little bit more." Nobody really said that it brought them pain but I think Grace already knew. I hated to see the look on her face when she sees her father trying to hold it in.

"It might get better with age. She still is young." Jacob said, "I'll be back for breakfast."

He disappeared without even a kiss. I love you too, darling.

I got dressed and went downstairs to start on breakfast. I dashed around, grabbing ingredients I needed and started cooking. Times like these I'm thankful I have a vampire gene in me.

I knew once Sage and Grace smelt breakfast they would start rousing up. I made my way into Grace's room first, knowing once I left she would go straight back to sleep. You would think since she was full of life she would be the one to wake up first. No. I have no clue where some of their personalities come from.

I walked into the living room to see Sage perched up on the couch, smiling at me while Grace leaned against him as she rested her head on his shoulder. I couldn't help but smile. I wish my camera was here instead of in the bedroom. Oh well. I'm getting it anyway. I don't want to miss this moment.

"Could you two stay like that for just one second?" I asked, already blazing up the stairs.

I grabbed it quickly and dashed back down, already positioning my camera in the angle I wanted. Grace was cuddled up in her lilac blanket Aunt Alice had gotten her the last time they visited. Sage was looking down at her, his curls a mess, and showing his Jacob smile as I like to call it. He said something that made his sister giggle.

Sage looked up, noticing what I was doing, "Not again." He moaned.

"What? I can't help it if I have the two most perfect, beautiful, amazing models that I love with all my heart." I said, kissing them both, "Good morning, my loves."

"It's too early to do this, Momma." Grace mumbled.

"It's Monday. Meaning, you have school to getting up is necessary, and…is it too early for breakfast?"

"No." they said in their usual union form.

"Then let's go because I'm starving." I smiled. They nodded and ran into the dining room while I went into the kitchen to grab the food. I had hoped Jacob would make it back in time. Sometimes he makes it. Sometimes he doesn't. I have no clue what he does.

As we ate, me and the twins talked. Grace kept trying to fall asleep in her plate but eventually was able to put food in her mouth and not in her hair. Jacob's seat at the table was very noticeable no matter how much we tried to ignore it.

I kept looking outside as the twins were getting dressed. Something was up. Mondays were crazy for us but it was harder on him. But I knew something was up. I could feel it.

"Momma?" Sage asked as the three of us walked down the stairs. "Can we go hunting sometime soon?"

I smiled and nodded yes. Still, Sage had to have blood every now and then. It wasn't even close to as much as I have to drink but all in the same. That doesn't mean he's not Mr. Piggy like he was as a baby. Trust me. I feed three bottomless pits. I shop for groceries a lot. Just Grace is like me sometimes. Picky.

"Ugh. Blood. I hate that smell." Grace groaned, scrunching up her nose

"You use to drink it as a baby." I had to make her but still.

"I don't see how."

I laughed as we got in the car and drove off. As you can see my Grace was more dramatic than Sage. I guess that's why they're so linked. You never see one without the other. They balance each other out.

I listened to the twins chatter. I smiled at their giggles. My babies were growing up fast. They weren't like most kids and they knew it. They knew the secret we had to protect. They were far more mature than most kids. They had to be when I didn't want them to. My worry for them being in the supernatural world won't go away. It's harder to protect them there.

We arrived at school and they got out. As normal, I walked them to the door when Grace took off in another direction. I turned around to see her and her friend bent over something.

"Laila's mom had a baby." Sage said dryly. "Do you have to walk us in?"

Oh my God! My son doesn't need me anymore. "Yes. For my sake I do."

Sage and I walked over to where Grace and her friend were chatting. Laila's mother, Marie, raised up and smiled at me, "Hi, Nessie. I was just showing Grace our new addition to the family."

I looked down to see and one month old baby with blond hair in her arms. Not as beautiful as my sweet angels but that was my opinion.

"She's beautiful." I said.

I could tell Sage was relieved when the bell had rung and the kids dashed inside. I bent down so that I was eye level for my slightly taller than normal twins and kissed them everywhere on their face. They giggled and put their hands over their faces to stop me.

"Okay." I said to them. "You know if you need me I'm only a phone call away. I'll be here in seconds."

"Because you're lighting fast." Sage smiled. I smiled back at their inside joke. The twins knew very well what I was.

"Yes. I am quicker than lighting. I have to be to keep up with you two. I love you both more than my own life." I said.

"Love you too." They said together. "Bye, Momma!" They waved and ran inside.

I watched them go. I know they're only six and a half but it seems like they need me less and less as the days go by. I hated it. What will happen when they're teenagers and driving?

"They grow up so fast don't they?" I heard Marie say.

"They do." I replied. What's your daughter's name?"

"Makenna. After my husband's mother."

"Grace is too. Well, Jacob's mother's middle name."

"It's a beautiful name. Does she like it?"

"I would imagine so. She died when Jacob was real young."

Marie looked at me. We've never really talked before but since this was a conversation about the twins I would talk all day.

"You're protective over them." She said and I blushed. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm the same way."

"How can I not be when they're our miracles?"

"How so?"

I really didn't want to say anything how I really couldn't have children because I had a vampire gene running though me. That would be too much to explain. So all I said was, "Aren't all children?"

"I understand. Trust me, this little girl is." She said, smiling at Makenna. I reached out to touch her hand when she grabbed my finger and wrapped her little hand around it tight. It reminded me so much of Sage and Grace when they were babies.

"I better go. Things don't get done on their own." I said, saying good-bye and hopping in my vehicle.

I drove around, doing errands I forgot to do before I left and stuff Jacob won't do. More like the stuff I don't let him do. I love my imprinter but sometimes it's best I do the stay at home mom stuff myself. Like groceries. I know if Jacob went to get groceries we wouldn't have any when he got back. Food never stays long at my house.

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

Sage's point of view:

I sat there and watched my sister laugh and play with her friends. I didn't know how we were brother and sister sometimes because we act the total opposite. But I wanted her safe even when she doesn't listen to the advice I have.

I went back and paid attention to my own friends, feeling her moods. They were talking about what their parents were doing for Thanksgiving.

"Me and my dad and my grandpa always play football while my momma cooks." Jase said. "What does your family do, Sage?"

I shrugged, "Normally we eat and I play with my cousins." I didn't want to say that Daddy and my uncles turned into wolves and killed the bad vampires. Or that Momma was a half vampire and her side of the family were vampires too. Grace and I promised. I'm shocked my sister's big mouth hasn't said anything.

"Well that's boring."

"Not really. Most of the time they play with us. We tried to play football once but Momma made me and my sister go inside. Something about everybody getting too competitive."

"Thanksgiving." I heard Marco scoff. I hated him. He bullied me and always tried to mess with my sister. I was about to have a breaking point with him. "I'm more worried about Christmas. My parents said they would take me and my older brother to the Bahamas."

He flaunts that his parents have money. I thought it was cool that my dad drives around on a cool motorbike and Momma drives around in a nice SUV, but they always say to never brag about what we have because we're lucky to have all the cool stuff anyway. So I didn't.

I lost interest when Gracie came up to stand next to me. I knew she had her shield out. This was the only time she was free to do-only if she didn't push it out too much to hurt me or any of the normal kids.

"I've decided something." She announced, her voice full of pride.

Uh-oh. What has she done? "What'd you do this time, Gracie?"

"Oh, nothing right now. But I want something."

"No."

"You haven't even asked."

"And?" I said. "What do you want?"

"I want a little brother or sister." She chirped. We were called back to class and Grace trudged behind me, pulling at my arm to slow me down, "Wouldn't it be fun?"

I could feel her excitement and closed my eyes, "Not really."

"Why?"

"Because you're older than me. Doesn't that count?" I asked. I remember Momma saying something that Grace was older than me by only a few minutes. With that she thinks she can boss me around.

We sat in our desk, "Only by a few minutes or so. Do you think Momma and Daddy would agree?"

I shrugged. I'm only six. Not Einstein.

"I think so because I'm always right."

"Whatever you say, Gracie." I smiled, paying attention back to the teacher.

I didn't know what it meant to be one quarter vampire. Daddy jokes that we're his little monsters. Momma always says that we're one of a kind. Me and my sister weren't like any of the other kids in our class. We weren't like Momma and Daddy either.

I stared off blankly until I felt Grace's shield and closed my eyes. She didn't realize she was that she was pushing it out too much. If she doesn't get it under control she could hurt the others.

After the rest of school we were finally able to go home. I was excited. After going through Grace's playing with her shield my head hurt. Plus I missed Momma. I hated while she was away. I always think something's going to happen to her.

We saw her waiting by her car and we took off into her open arms. I noticed she hugged us tighter than usual.

"How was school?" Momma asked.

"Good." I answered, trying to be positive when I knew the answer my sister was going to give.

"Boring." See?

"Will this change your thought? Grandma and Grandpa are coming over for a visit tomorrow." She said, smiling at us.

"Really!?" Me and Grace both said together. I loved it when my grandparents came to visit. They let us get away with whatever we wanted.

"They'll be here to pick you up from school." Momma answered. "Does that make things better?"

"Yes."

Momma kissed us both on the cheek and set us down. Grace climbed in the vehicle while I noticed Marco and his friends making kissing sounds at me. My face reddened and I went into my side of the car. I really hated him.

"So what did you two learn today?" Momma asked as she pulled away from our school.

I explained it even though I didn't do much of paying attention. My nightmare kept coming back. I knew I have nothing to worry about because I knew Momma and Daddy would protect me and my sister. They made sure we were safe. It just scared me if they've thought about their own safety too.

"They gave us homework." Gracie pouted.

"They always give us homework, Gracie. That's why they call it school. And it's not that hard if you wouldn't complain." I said, laying my head against the cool window. She always complains about this. That's my sister for you.

"You should see Daddy's work." Momma said, scrunching up her nose in a face that made us laugh. "I'm sure he would love to do your homework."

I bit my lip. I loved spending time with my father but sometimes I feel as if he spends more time with his school and work than with us. He spent time with us when Momma was away but I could also tell he had other things on his mind. I miss the times when it's just the four of us again.

"What time do you think Daddy's getting home, Momma?" Grace asked.

I saw Momma hesitate, "I really don't know. Why don't we call him after the two of you get your work done?"

Grace agreed but I didn't say anything. There was no way that was going to happen because my sister always waits to do the last minute with everything.

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

Nessie's point of view:

"Momma! I'm done!" I heard my daughter call from the living room.

"I'm coming." I answer back as I put clothes away. I was there, sitting beside them, in three seconds.

"I'm glad you're done because I'm bored." Sage huffed, propping his chin on his arm and letting his curls fall in his face.

"Why don't the two you go play after I check Gracie's work?" I suggest. It looks like Jacob won't be home anytime soon and I really needed to get started on dinner.

After everything was corrected, I let the twins go and play. I warned them not to get into any trouble in which they just smiled at me. Trust me when I say this. If you were with them for the past six years you would say the same thing.

I put an ear out for them as I started cooking. When I was able to get it to a point where I could leave, I made my way up to the playroom. It's changed from when they were babies to now. Cream walls, tan carpet, pictures of our family all around, and a mixture of toys Sage and Grace didn't want in their bedroom or didn't mind sharing were put in the room. Jacob and I wanted to keep it as simple and neutral as possible to it'll fit for the years to come.

"Hey, my loves. Can I play too?" I asked, kneeling down on the carpet floor.

"Sure." They said in typical twin union.

I sat and played with them for I don't know how long, swapping my time between them and finishing cooking. I hoped Jacob would have been home sooner but he wasn't. It worried me. I could feel him but I was so far away. I'm tempted to call him.

I was just finishing everything up as I heard Jacob bust through the door. Obviously the twins were more excited to see him because they came bounding down the stairs. I'm waiting for one of them to fall and get hurt the way they run.

"Daddy!" they shouted, lunging after him.

"I see you two missed me, huh?" I heard Jacob ask.

"We did."

I walked into the foyer to see Jacob holding the twins in each arm with ease. He was so beautiful with them that I almost forgot why I was mad at him. He was in a good mood…until he saw my face.

"Uh oh. I think I'm in trouble." Jacob said, looking between our son and daughter.

"What's new?" Grace said, rolling her eyes.

Sometimes I wonder how I can even get onto them when I'm surprised at where they get some of the things they say from. I could either laugh or try to be a stern parent. No matter how true the statement was.

"Oh, I can say the same for you, missy." Jacob choked out as he tickled both Sage and Grace. Now that I had to smile at.

"Okay…okay." Sage huffed, "Can we go now?"

"After you tell me I'm the best dad in the world." Jacob said.

"You're the best dad in the world!"

Jacob put them down and they ran past me, giggling. They were up to something.

"So, my beautiful, do I get to be told I'm the best in the world?" he asked in a husky tone of voice as he came up to me. I raised an eyebrow at him. "I guess not. Then how about a kiss?"

His answer was me turning around and walking back into the kitchen. Jacob clearly saw the hint but ignored it, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the back of my neck. He pulled me closer to him and I let our magnetic connection step into his embrace. But when he tried a go for my lips, I turned my head.

"What are you doing?" I showed him.

"Like you did to me this morning. Seducing you so I can get what I want."

"Tempting…but no." I smirked, coping his tone of voice from this morning. Two can play at this game.

"Why?" he whined. "I missed my sexy half vampire girlfriend."

Sometimes I've got to laugh at his immaturity. "You were late this morning. You didn't even see the twins off, and now you're late now. That really shows how much you miss me, huh?"

"Well what do you expect me to do?" Jake snapped, making me jump. His big hands gripped my hips tight, showing me that Grace's shield was getting to him. "I'm trying. You complain that I don't spend enough time with my duties back in Washington. You complain that I don't spend enough time with my studies when I'm trying to spend time with my family. Now you're complaining that I'm spending too much time with my other responsibilities and not my family! I'm only one person, Renesmee! What do you expect me to do? Dropout?"

I didn't want that. I just wished I could make it easier on him. Maybe I was complaining. Maybe it would be better if I just slacked off and focused more on raising my son and daughter. He's a big boy. He can take care of himself. I just wish he would let me help instead of not play hero all the time. There's two people in a relationship and that doesn't even count when you have kids. They're the ones that change everything.

I bit the inside of my cheek. If less complaining was what he wanted. Less complaining was what he was going to get, "Could you go set the table for me please?" I ask nicely.

"Ness-"

"I'll go let the twins know it's time to eat. They're probably starving by now."

And without that kiss I left him in the kitchen and went to go do the one good job I knew how to do. Be a mom. And sometimes I wonder if I'm screwing up at that too.

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

Dinner was a quiet affair. Well, between me and Jacob it was. We covered it up for the twins. They chatted, which brought smiles to our face as they talked about what they did at school. I swallowed the fact that Jacob's rant was like a big slap in the face. Sometimes you just have to put on that mask and pretend that life is okay for three seconds.

Sage and Grace helped put away the dishes but Jacob and I still seemed to try and avoid each other. It was so stupid for us to act like this. We were the adult for crying out loud, and yet our son and daughter acted more mature than we did.

Now we were in the living room, two big bowls of popcorn in between the four of us. The twins were watching TV with us after their bath. The fire was the only sound between us as they were wrapped in their blankets and cuddled between our warm bodies.

"Momma? Daddy?" I heard Grace's voice as she laid against me.

As we turned our attention to our daughter something made Sage speak up, "Gracie, no!" he said, glaring at his sister.

"But I want to know!"

"Know what?" Jacob and I quizzed together. Again. Something was up.

"Could-"

"Gracie!"

"Sage!"

"Could we have a baby brother or sister-" Grace had spoken but stopped when her she fell against me in a blank sleep like trance.

"Sage Edward." I scolded my son.

Grace went back to normal but looked around. She blinked a few times then glared at her brother. All of a sudden Sage let out a scream of pain and clutched his head. I even winced as my heart twisted into something painful and my head felt like it was exploding. She threw out her shield in defense this time. The horrible exploding pain that even I couldn't get away from. It was even worse for Jake. He kept backing away and snarling at us.

"Grace Isabelle!" I choked out, refusing to scream, as I threw a projection at her to stop. Caught blindsided, she did.

It was painful to move. Between my own pain and feeling a three way connection, I crawled over to the couch. I pushed Jacob to the back of my mind for right now as I saw Grace looking shocked as tears streamed down her face. Sage was huddled in the blankets, crying also. Jacob could feel this too, making it worse on him. Yet it scared me if the twins could feel us too. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt Grace's shaky fingers wipe away the tears under my eyes.

"Both of you know not use your gifts on each other or out of anger." I said, trying to sound serious without showing how much my voice wavered.

"But-" Grace started but the one look I gave her made her stop.

I finally took notice to Jacob in the corner. He wasn't my Jacob. He wasn't the father of my children. This wasn't the Jacob we love. Hatred was written all over this man's face as blood streamed from his nose, ears, and now mouth. His swears and cries of pain wasn't the man I loved. I had to get him out of here. I had to get the twins out of here.

"Go upstairs." I told my Sage and Grace. They didn't move. "Now."

When they bolted that's when I slowly made my way to Jacob. The shield was still out because he still looked at me as if I was a caged animal. Or I was the one who was about to shoot the caged animal and he was terrified yet deadly. I could see bite marks on his already cut up arms that were dripping with blood. He bared his teeth at me and raised his shoulders as if to push the wolf out at him and attack me.

"D-don't cccome any cl-closer to me!" he growled.

I swallowed hard, seeing how difficult it was for him to breathe. "It's just me, Jake." I whispered.

I reached out to touch him but he pushed me away. When I went for him again, he grabbed my wrist and squeezed them tight. "Don't touch me or I swear I…I'll kill'you! Ihateyouandthosebrats!" he coughed/snarled in my face as blood trailed down his neck. He was so tense that his skin could rip. I wasn't afraid.

I moved his sweat soaked hair back away from his eyes. "Jake-" I started to say but was cut off when he screamed and howled in pain, falling into my arms. He was between sobbing, choking, and snarling. I wished I could do more but I could barely move myself with feeling his pain and my twins.

I grabbed Jacob and led him outside. He leaned against me and held me tight. Normally his tight grip didn't hurt. Now I knew. He was more than just severely angry and refused to let his temper show. I was stupid enough to think he might even leave bruises this time.

All of a sudden I felt him stumble out of my hold and spin around me and try to dart back to the house. I could see it in his thoughts-not that he tried to hide it-and I felt it in our connection. He was going back to hurt the threat. Or threats.

The twins!

Anger raised inside of me. He may be the love of my life and my mate but those were my babies. I'll kill anybody who tries to hurt them. Jacob swore he would protect them yet I did too. I was their mother. It was one job I was better at than being his imprint.

The not at the right state of mind Jacob stopped to take a swing at me when I got in front of him but was much faster and threw a good punch a him. He fell to the ground where I kicked him on good time in the ribs. He stayed there in pain until I could feel his mind falling blank. It tried to itch its way to me but I pushed it away, ignoring our connection. I wanted to kill him.

He was still in the same condition but looked around blankly as tears and blood tell from his face. I let him lean against me as we walked to the woods. He might not be as angry any more but I was enough for the both of us.

"Where am I?" he finally had the guts to breath. I didn't answer, only punching him one good time again and dropped him to the ground, not caring what damage I added on, and ran back to my home.

I didn't realize how bad the pain had affected me until I fell against the door with a shaky breath. I felt like I could collapse even when I was a half vampire. I was so exhausted but yet I knew I had to suck it up. So I peeled myself away from the door and dragged myself up the stairs, finding the twins none other in Jacob's office.

"Mommy?" I heard Grace ask as she curled next to Sage in Jacob's chair. "Daddy hates us. Doesn't he?"

I rushed over to my angels, already seeing the tears fall down faster from her eyes, but Sage beat me to what I was about to say, "No, Gracie. Daddy doesn't hate us."

I smiled, "Sage is right. Your Daddy loves the both of you more than anything in this world."

I want that to be true and I know it is. But if he had to choose between me or the twins his first reaction would be me. I had to make sure that the twins were first. Yet somehow deep down I also knew that the twins came first in his book as much as they did mine. If that meant letting our relationship crumble then go ahead. Sage and Grace will come first in anything. I don't care about the rest.

"I guess I need to keep my shield in more often." Grace sniffed.

"It would make some things easier." I answered, wiping her tears away.

"But it hurts when I keep it in." she sobbed. "I didn't mean to hurt any of you. I just got scared and-"

"I know, sweetie, but some things you have to do even when you don't like it. I know it's hard but it'll be okay. We'll work on it more if you want to." I said and she nodded.

"So we're not in that much trouble?" Sage asked. I could see the tears in his now black eyes as he attempted to get a laugh out of his sister and me. That was my Sage for you. He tries to always shed light in the darkest places even when there was tears in his eyes.

"You're not getting out of it that easy. But for right now why don't the two of you sleep with me? I think I need to snuggle with my munchkins tonight." I laughed through tears.

He and Grace crawled in my arms. They were perfectly okay with walking but I didn't want them to leave my arms and they weren't complaining either. I wished that they didn't grow up so fast. For now I wished they were two weeks old again and I was nervous about being a mom and starting this new life with Jacob. I wished I can protect them more. They saw more than what they would admit tonight. They know more than what they let on.

I got dressed for bed and crawled next to my twins. My Grace was already sacked out asleep but Sage was the one wide awake, fiddling with the sheets and quilt I draped over them.

"Sage, my love? What's wrong?" I asked. That was a stupid question.

He shook his head, his curls bouncing, "Nothing. I was just wondering…would you ever have another baby?"

I could answer that before I even thought about it. "No, sweetie. I'm not. No brother or sister-except for Grace."

"Oh."

"After all, you and Grace are my miracles I never thought would happen. My world has and always will revolve around the two of you. I will not change it for anything. I love you, my prince." I reached over and kissed him goodnight and then kissed my sleeping daughter, "I love you too, my sleeping beauty."

"Love you too, Momma. Night." Sage then turned and kissed his sister's forehead, "Love you, sissy. Goodnight."

I brought them closer to me as I turned out the bedside lamp as Sage grabbed my hand and slipped off to sleep. But I couldn't go to sleep as my heart twisted to the sound of an agonized wolf howl.

"I love you too, my Jacob."