I know some of you must have noticed something important but not very much. My use name changed. I'm still the same chick underneath the wildflower0310 name but I decided to change it. I needed something different at this new state in my life. Let me know what you think of it with the little review button down below.

And I have ran into a road block. There have been some stories I said I would bring up. Yeah...I've gotten a little writers block with them. But what I need to know is what ya'll want to read next. Taken to the Grave, A Haunted Song (retelling of the phantom of the opera modernized), spinoff series about Sage and Grace that is yet to be titled, or as we await the November release of Winter, a Lunar Chronicles story. You choose, I'll try to write.

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SO TELL THEM HOW I AM DEFYING GRAVITY. I'M FLYING HIGH...DEFYING GRAVITY. AND SOON I'LL MATCH THEM IN RENOWN. AND NOBODY IN ALL OF OZ-NO WIZARD THAT THERE IS OR WAS IS EVER GONNA BRING. ME. DOWN!

Chapter 19

Jacob's point of view

Sage and Grace…my kids…my saving graces…were dead?

I still couldn't believe it yet though most of me wanted to. My son and my daughter-who changed our lives for the better-was dead? When I saw the picture I collapsed, believing it. It didn't want to. Every time I pushed it away, the fog kept coming back in my mind. We let them die. And as we were on a plane now to either rescue them or retrieve their bodies, I thought about that. I swore I would protect them and now I'm the one in limbo on what to believe. They probably don't trust us anymore.

Kaleb didn't of course. No imprinter wants to believe that their imprint is dead. At least somebody was optimistic to back Nessie up. I just didn't want to get my hopes but yet I want to. I don't know what I want to believe or who I want to trust. I know how Edward and Bella feels. The world seems to be against us as we try to fight it to keep our children out of danger. Nessie and I are against each other. We haven't spoken very much to each other. It was just one endless waiting game. I didn't know what was worse: that my marriage to Renesmee was over or not trusting that my son and daughter are alive.

It was funny how one night can change things. One, the night the twins were taken. Then you have the night where I slapped her. It was a mistake. I was angry and I let that anger get in the way of clear thinking. We were throwing threats around and then the word divorce came up. At that time I just wanted to get away from her. She started throwing keeping the twins away from me and I threw her affair back in her face. I didn't mean it. I could have phased and caused her more harm. One little slap is all it takes. Something was wrong with me. I tried to attack my kids, I've lost it on my brothers for simple things, and now I've hurt my wife-something I can never get rid of is that sick feeling I get at the pit of my stomach when I replay it in my head. Maybe divorce was the best option for us. We would still love each other. We would still be friends.

I twirled my wedding band around my finger. The day we left Nessie threw it at me, saying if it meant anything to me, I would wear it. I am now, but I keep taking it on and off, playing with it and bouncing my leg in a nervous, anxious way. How can I wear it when I'm afraid to even sit next to her on some stupid plane? Kaleb had to sit next to her because I couldn't do it. It wasn't fair, I know, but I'm too terrified that I would hurt her again. I can't do that. She doesn't deserve to be hit on. Yeah, Renesmee wasn't a saint but that…that was inexcusable what I did.

I looked over at Renesmee, who was passed out. Due to her losing it, Jasper's been keeping her calm. To give him a break, Carlisle sedated her before we left for the airport. Something about her having a meltdown and fainting. I didn't know and nobody would speak to me. But with her being stoned out that meant I was too due to our connection. I guess there's always the perk. Free nerve pill and I didn't have to take it.

"I hate flying." Kaleb moaned. Wimp.

"You should have stayed then." I whispered.

Kaleb glared at me but it was weak due to him looking green. "No. I will be there when we kill those damned leeches that took the twins. Besides, if I stayed home, I would miss the chance to tell you I was right."

Normally I would throw something right back but I was too exhausted to do that. Or doped up thanks to Nessie. I didn't want to fight back anymore. I think all of us just want to throw up our white flag and hide under a rock or something.

"Do you think they're okay?" I heard Kaleb ask in a whisper.

I swallowed. I thought that when Nessie and I went out and look what happened. I would like to believe they were but something told me to have Carlisle close by. I hate to think that my twins are in danger, but I was also thinking about my wife. She'll snap at anybody now. She went crazy at the airport, despite the fact that she was too out of it to even be crazy, spent ten minutes in the bathroom, refusing to come out. I hate to see what else she'll do. Her going mad made me want to try and stay a little saner.

"I hope so." I whispered back, taking my ring off again.

"You're going to lose that and your wife will be even madder at you."

I rolled my eyes. How much worse can it get? "What's worse? We're already getting a divorce."

"It's the pain talking, Jake. She's not going to do that to Sage or Grace. Or you."

I looked down, putting my ring back on. "What are you going to do if all three of you die?" What would happen to Kierra?" I asked. It's sad that I'm the Alpha and even I have doubts. I suck at being a leader.

Kaleb huffed, somehow looking greener if that was possible. "Not much. She would have no choice but to stay with our father. If I live I'm going to get custody of her, and I'll…"

"What about Grace?" What if she's not dead? Are you going to uproot her and move?" I asked. I couldn't help the venom in my voice. What was wrong?"

"You know…I really don't want to fight over this…I'll be right back. Take care of your doped up wife for a chance." Kaleb gagged, running to the airplane bathroom. I was thankful for that. I really didn't want to see puke.

I looked over at my girl. She was still sleeping, almost peacefully. I wondered how it would be when she wakes up. No. I pushed that to the back of my mind and moved to sit in Kaleb's seat, sitting right next to her. If we were going to do this we had to do this together. I had to be a husband. She had to be a wife. For better or for worse was our promise to each other and I want to keep that promise. If things turned worse then I will handle with that later. I'm already thinking the worse so what does it matter? I have to be a father right now.

Nessie moaned, moving. I thought she was going to wake up but all she did was move closer to my body, wrapping her arms around my waist, and laying her head on my arm. I must be a good pillow because she smacked her lips and went back to breathing heavy. I had no clue what to do at first, afraid to touch her. I eventually wrapped my arms around her, bringing her even closer to me, burying her face in her hair. What were we going to do?

Grazing her cheek, I thought about that. What were we going to do? I can't take back what I did. I can only apologize again and again, hoping she will believe me. We will do what's best for our kids. We will worry about our needs later.

"They're alive and you know it." I heard Nessie say.

She raised up her head, looking at me. Renesmee was the most beautiful women alive yet looking at her now, I saw what all this did to her. She was exhausted. She needed to eat and hunt. She looked bad. Something that Renesmee Cull Black never was.

I avoided the topic all together. "Did you have a good nap, Dopey?"

She snorted, still so out of it. "I thought that was your name." she said without a hint of life in it.

I gave a weak laugh. "I thought it was loopey?"

She shrugged, her face the same as her voice. Lifeless. She blinked at few times, probably to hide the tears in her eyes rather than to wake up. I didn't blame her. I wouldn't want to be awake right now either.

"Why won't you believe that they may be alive?" she showed me.

I saw she wanted me to answer. Like my daughter, Nessie demanded honesty. Honesty I didn't want to give her. "I don't want to talk about it."

"I want to talk about it."

"Fine." I snapped. "Let's talk."

Nessie suddenly grabbed my face and yanked it close to hers. She projected to me how terrified and angry she was. She didn't want our angels to die but she also doubted her instinct. Nessie dreaded the thought of finding them dead or close to it. She dreaded the thought of a battle and losing me. She dreaded not getting them back at all.

"Do you see why I want to talk about it?" she whispered, her voice innocent and shaky with grief and tears.

I would be lying if I said I feared those things too. I wanted them safe. I wanted my family in my arms again like it used to be. I wanted to believe in that deep, parent instinct that they were okay. What kind of parent was I if I can't believe that my twins are alive?

I wrapped her even closer. I don't want to tell her that it would be okay. It would all be lies and I don't want to hurt her anymore.

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

"It's just this way." Nessie told us as we ran through the woods to her British bloodsucker friends. Maybe they know why Vladimir and Stefan took my son and daughter.

We ran for a while until Edward stopped suddenly. Stefan and Vladimir appeared in our way, along with a few more behind them. I could sense more in the trees. Some new, some of them I know the scent all too well. Traitors. Especially the Alaskan leeches. They know about the twins and they betrayed us! Betrayed them!

"Jake, they knew! They knew what Sage and Grace could do! They knew about them!" Nessie shouted in my mind. I could see her hyperventilating, trying to hold it together. Trust me, I was too.

"Tanya?" Carlisle asked even though he most likely knew and didn't tell us.

Nessie hissed, gripping my fur. Her lip quivered and I nudged her, letting out a whine. Bella came and wrapped Nessie in her embrace to keep from collapsing. She was about to have a melt down and it would be best if she wasn't here. We all feared the same thing. With her acting first, thinking later, she could end up dead.

"Carlisle, we had to. At first we were going to stay out of it like you, but we couldn't. We can't continue on living in fear." Tanya explained.

"But you knew about them! You spoiled them! They trusted you! How can you allow them to take my babies away from me?! You-"

"Renesmee, not now." Bella warned. They scary thing was that Nessie nodded, sobs escaping. I took up the slack and let out a loud growl, it echoing throughout my brothers behind. They took one of our own. It meant war.

"Keep your mutt under control will you." Kate said, sneering at us. I dug my paws into the dirt, letting the hair stand up on my neck. Oh, if she thinks this is me losing it then she's mistaken. "You can't expect us to not avenge our mother and sister's death. It's time for somebody to stand up to them."

"You have to give them up." Edward said. I think I see where he's going with this.

"How?" Stefan asked. "We may if you do what we asked."

"The twins have the shape-shifter blood in them, meaning that they are a part of the pack. You took one of their own which means it's on grounds of war in their books." Rosalie picked up. (They weren't technically a part of our pack until they phase but we count them as in it. I'm the leader and their kids. So it works out perfectly.)

I could tell Nessie was tired of this small talk because she took a small, shaky step forward. I stopped her. I didn't want to trust them. Not anymore. Not these people that helped saved our lives. Now they put my children in danger? No! I wanted to rip their heads off! They take away my kids, they're not taking away my wife too! I'll kill them all. I'll kill anybody who tries to stop me!

"Where are the twins?" Nessie asked. "Where are my babies? Please, tell me that they are alive."

Everybody seemed to be wondering the same question that was going unanswered. I've giving them five seconds to answer my wife's question or I'm killing them. Wait. I'm killing them either way no matter what.

"Jake, dude, calm down. You won't be able to-"

"I am calm! I am sick of everybody telling me to be calm when my son and daughter might be dead!" I yelled, cutting Seth off. Maybe I'm not your average leader, but would you blame me if your kids were taken from you and you were running on fumes.

I heard Kaleb let out a whine. I can understand. His imprint may be dead and Father of the Year is sitting here wanting to kill every last person alive. Good job, Jake.

"Why did you take them!?" Renesmee shouted. "Just give them to me! They've did nothing wrong! They just want their mommy. Give me my babies and we'll go. I'll do anything just please give them to me!"

I nudged Nessie's arms when she was about to go into hysterics. She sook it off with a determined glance. She was past the point of no return. We all were. There went talking about it peacefully when they refuse to give me back my kids. I swear I'll kill every damn leech here.

"The Volturi decided to take action against us. A minor setback. They took your children. But we may help getting them back if you do what we ask. You join us."

Nessie gripped me, her legs shaking. Before I knew it she lurched forward, throwing up. I didn't think much of it. I couldn't. I wouldn't allow it. All that rushed through my brain was Aro and the other Italian bloodsuckers killing my children. Drinking their blood, snapping their necks, their lifeless bodies just thrown away like trash.

Nessie must have been thinking the same thing. I could feel it. She was my voice when I couldn't speak. "You let the Volturi take them?" Renesmee asked.

"Not willingly."

We couldn't take it anymore. Nessie lunged and I followed. I heard people yell for us not to but we didn't listen. If our twins weren't dead before, they were dead now. The killer part was knowing that were too late. I vowed to protect them and I didn't. We didn't. We were horrible, stupid parents. Then I decided that I wasn't Alpha. I wasn't a husband, son, uncle, or brother. I was just one severely pissed off father who needs revenge.

I didn't know who I tore into but I know they did fight back. Actually, several fought back. I didn't pay attention to else was fighting, or if my pack followed me. I didn't even know if my wife okay. I focused on anger, revenge, and my kids. It fueled my will to fight.

Some strange vampire got on my back and I tried to shake it off, knowing exactly what it was about to do. Memories kept flooding back. My heart raced. No! What did I get myself into?! They're going to kill me! I can't die! No! Not yet anyway!

I smelt a familiar scent and swore. So the idiots that took my kids want more, huh? I didn't care if I wasn't acting stupid. Criticize me if you want to. I don't care. My Sage and Grace were gone when we had them so close in my grasp. I just want to be a husband and father. I didn't want to be a leader anymore. I just couldn't give up now or we'd be screwed.

I dared a glance at Nessie. She was too tired and too weak. She's going to get killed if somebody doesn't get her out of the way. Something was up. She shouldn't be here. Something didn't add up here. Was this a trap? Why were Nessie and I the only ones being over taken? How many Volturi were there here? Something was wrong. We need to leave! We need to leave now!

I started shouting at my pack to stop, to leave. It was too dangerous and we didn't have enough people. They were going to outnumber us and slaughter us. Edward needed to hear this. Something was up! If I can sense it then he of all people should know this.

Nessie? Where was Nessie? She needed to get out of here! She had to live for the twins. We promised that if one person didn't make it out the other would live to see our twins live. She needed to have a better chance than I did.

I saw that she was cornered by five of them. Her face had a sneer but I could feel that she was scared. She didn't know what move to make. Her mind was in a million places that she didn't know what to do.

More seemed to pile. Where was everybody? Why is nobody helping Nessie? Were there just too many to fight? Why isn't everybody leaving? Are they refusing to go down without a fight? The Volturi? Sage and Grace? What was wrong with everybody? We should have one thing on our brain. The twins. Not fighting.

A leech threw her face first when another one of them tackled me. I got rid of him quickly and turned back to Nessie. I saw her laying on the ground, not breathing. No. No, no, no, no, no. She wasn't dead. She-she can't be dead. No!

I lunged to her but I started to get confused. What was going on? Where was I? Who was I running to?

"Jake! What do you want us to do?"

Come on, Jake! Clear your head! "They're too many! They tricked us! Warn the others and fall back! Just…kill as many as possible while doing so. Kill as many as you can! I need to get Nessie!"

I couldn't hear her heart-No. Don't think about that. Just get to her first then make assumptions. I dove to her, yelling at her to wake up. She didn't even budge. She better wake up or so help me when she does-

I felt a crunch around my body and instant pain flashed through my body, making me howl in pain. The first instant thought that went through my brain was why all the bad crap happened to me. I don't know why I thought it. It just popped up. I know, I know, it's selfish; but oh it hurt to breathe.

I swore I saw one of those Romanian standing over my body as I tried to wobbly get up. I told my pack to fall back, but a little help would be nice right now. Any Cullens around? Is somebody around to help me and my wife out?

Something did happen. That feeling I had a while back? Yep. Feeling it now. It was something I didn't want to feel anymore. It took over my life. It made me terrified to do what I do. It took over the way it protect my people, my family, and my pack. It was sharp teeth clench down into my fur. Stefan, I think who it was, bit down again as I tried to fight back. Big mistake since I could barely move. The pain was unbearable at this point. To make matters worse, whoever it was ripped at big chunk of flesh out of my body. That was hitting below the belt.

Why do I get the screwed up end of the stick.

I tried to gasp for breath but was completely out of luck. I was cold when I really shouldn't be. I was seeing things that shouldn't be there. Cement was on my throat. I saw my woman kick some vampire ass. We were actually winning. Just not this guy. This guy completely ignored Carlisle's warning of being careful not to get bit again. And guess what I do?! Get bit! Again!

I can't die. I can't stop phasing. I have Nessie, the twins, school, the shop, my brothers and sisters, my father and step-mother, my in-laws, my friends. I…I can't leave them. Was Nessie alright? I can't be seeing her kicking vampire butt. She wouldn't even wake up for me. She wasn't breathing-or was she? I can't even remember anymore. I just couldn't leave. One of us has to be there for the Sage and Grace. They can't be orphans.

"Jake, baby? I'm so sorry! I didn't know if I was dreaming or not. I'm going to get the venom out, okay? Just don't go to sleep." I heard my wife say. So she was okay? Why am I hearing her miles and miles away?

I squirmed under the pain. It hurt to stay still but it hurt to move around too. I hated the way that they were holding me down. I wasn't some baby. I can take care of myself. What about the others? Did they get away?

I growled at whoever bit down into my body. Why wasn't somebody stopping them? If nobody won't, I will. I shook out from underneath and lunged. My bleary vision saw that it was Nessie-or Nessies-that I had pinned down. So she was alive! I knew it!

I kept growling, sensing a threat. No. Nessie wasn't a threat. But was she? I-I don't know. She wants to bite into me again and I won't allow that. Figure out another way to save my life. Or was she? She did say that she could kill me with her own to hands. She might be doing that. Did I even like her or hate her?

"I know it's going to hurt, but could you phase back, please? Do it for me."

Nope. I hate her.

My heart sped rapidly as I phased back, embarrassingly letting out a painful scream. I didn't want this to happen. A leader wasn't supposed to be in this mess. What good of a leader was I when I couldn't even stay out of trouble? I suck as one. I'm turning in my resignation after this.

Nessie bit down again once I was human. I tried to push her away but was too exhausted to. Was Jasper or Roxanne making me feel this way? Were they even alive at this point? Who was all dead? Was…ow! I swear after this the first thing I'm drinking is a beer.

"Daddy…"

I coughed for a breath. That was Sage and Grace! They were alive! I'm such an idiot for doubting. We have to get to them! The Volturi hasn't killed them yet! I have to tell Nessie this!

"Grace…" I rasped, rising up to tell Nessie and get a decent breath in. The world spun and I plopped back down, moaning in pain. "Sage…"

"Take it easy, brother." I heard somebody say. How can I take it easy when my daughter and son are gone and I can't say one word about it?

"Relax, okay, my love? It's okay."

I relaxed. Renesmee was here. Good. She wouldn't lie to me. "I…can't…we need…them…"

"Sssshhhhh, don't try to talk."

"But…"

"I know. We'll find them."

I opened my eyes to see her. She was crying. Sobbing was more like it but what was the difference? I gripped her hand tight, getting sleepy. I hoped that her beauty was the last thing I saw before I fell asleep. I didn't feel like I was dying. I mean, I did but it wasn't that feeling. You feel this peace surround you. All I felt was that I was drifting off to La La Land. The beautiful thing about being a wolf who burns off the average dose of pain killers. The doctor has to stone you out just to get the darn thing to work.

I felt my eyes close and fell asleep.

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

I screamed as somebody snapped my bones. This has been going on for far too long! They know not to hold me down! I was at the point of phasing. I used my leadership to use on Quil, Seth, Kaleb, and Sam to stop holding me down and let me attack Carlisle.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME AGAIN! I'LL KILL YOU NEXT TIME!"

Carlisle threw back on the bed and said something. I was too busy yelling every word at the book to him. So the big guns were called in. Thus being Nessie. Okay. Bring her on too. I don't care.

I ripped through the belt that they kept in mouth from grinding my teeth. I couldn't breathe. Nessie's soothing voice was getting on my nerves. She kept chanting, "It'll be okay, my Jacob. It'll be over soon."

She said it again and I had enough. "I swear, woman, if you say that one more time, you'll regret it." I growled.

"Yeah, yeah. I've heard plenty of your empty threats and promises."

"I hate you."

"And I love you."

I loved her back. More than she realized.

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

Nessie:

I sat in a chair next to Jacob's chair as he slept peacefully since…well, now I guess now I could say. The venom made him a fever and several broken bones in his body didn't help our case. Grandpa was going to let him rest before asking questions and making predictions. Over all it would take more time for him to heal. Time we didn't have. Grandpa won't tell me much. Only that he won't be fighting any vampires anytime soon. We didn't know how bad the venom messed him up. Grandpa said to stay positive. Not only for Jacob but for my children too.

"He's breathing on his own. That's always a plus." He said, checking my husband's vitals. "He seems to be doing fairly well considering all that he has fighting against him. I am worried about his fever though. I've never seen his kind run a fever."

I closed my eyes, letting the tears leak through. I brought his hand up to mine and kissed it. I can't lose him too. This was all too much. I can't take it anymore. I want this to be over with. I just want my babies back and my husband okay.

"Renesmee, he'll be okay." Carlisle told me for the hundredth time.

I shrugged. "You don't know that. You're even scared to make predictions. We don't know what the venom-"

"We won't know anything until he wakes up. You don't need to get worked over something that might not happen."

I've heard it so many times that I was sick of hearing it. I should stay calm for my babies and my husband, but I didn't want to anymore. I was so tired of this. I just want to kick, scream, and cry. Maybe even break some stuff.

I pushed all the doubts away when I saw Jacob stir, letting out a moan. I sat next to him, touching his cheek to make sure he didn't move his head the wrong way. I know from experience that having a chunk taken out of your flesh is not the most fun thing in the world to go though.

"Jacob?" I asked my husband.

"Just because my eyes are closed doesn't mean I am asleep." He groaned trying to hide the pain in his voice.

I panicky laughed. Does he know what happen? Does he know that I plan on blowing the whole freaking world if I don't find my babies? He'd probably tell me it was a bad idea but I was long past caring. I've never really listened to him before so why should I start now. It's not like I am going to change my mind. My twins need saving and I'm the one to do it. They need their mommy as much as I need them.

"Sorry. Did we keep you up-or wake you up, I mean? How do you feel? Are you feeling okay? Do I need to get you anything? Do you want food? Water? Do you need more blankets? Grandpa, he feels warm. Why isn't he answering me?!" I demanded.

"Because you have really given me a chance-Ah!" Jacob shouted, clutching at some injured part of his body. "Where am I? Who-who are you people?"

My bottom lip quivered. I felt so sick. He doesn't remember me? Grandpa lied to me! How can he forget who I am?! I am his wife! The mother to his children! I am his imprint. There was no way he can forget me.

"Relax, Nessie. I'm just joking. Though I kind of wish I wasn't."

I glared at him. "Do you want me to hurt you even more?" I snapped. "This is no time to be joking!"

He answered but I didn't listen. I just stared at him. I had a feeling there would be a time where I would have to choose between my husband and my children. I hoped that day would never come, yet here it has. I already knew my decision but it still hurt to think about it. Who wins? Jacob or my children? Whoever I choose, the other one is going to lose.

"Jacob, how do you feel?" Grandpa asked, going into doctor mode.

Jake winced. "It hurts to talk so you're going to be my voice." He thought. "Tell him that I've been to hell and back so I need those heavy drugs to go back to sleep again."

I laughed, turning back to my grandfather. "It hurts for him to talk."

"I didn't mean for you to tell him that!"

"And he feels like he's been to hell and back. Oh, and he wants pain medicine. He's hurting pretty bad to be asking for it."

Grandpa chuckled when Jake glared at me, hating that I admitted that he was in pain. "We all feel like we've been to hell and back, Jacob. I'll see what I can give you."

Tears were welling my eyes again so I excused myself to the bathroom. I knew I should be in there but I couldn't be. Not right now. I'm not ready for the aftermath. I don't want to tell him about all the deaths and changes that will have to be made. I can't do this. I have to focus on Sage and Grace.

I looked into the mirror. I looked as sick as I felt. I needed a shower and a nice glass of wine on a nice relaxing beach. I need my twins giggling when we catch them over hearing our conversation.

Splashing water on my face, I walked back to the bedroom where I saw Jacob panting in the bed. I sat next to him, wondering what went wrong, and ran my hands through his hair.

"The venom has made him sick. Or it may be the way his body is reacting to pain."

He does throw up when he's in a serious amount of pain that bring him tears so that might be it. I didn't know what to choose so whoever says it's pain or venom, I'll go with it.

I projected to my grandfather, wondering what Jacob needed to do to get better. He simply answered rest and some other stuff. There was nothing right now he could do. We just needed to make sure nothing went wrong-which was a huge, freaking big, fat chance. A werewolf being sick was new to us.

Afterward, Grandpa left on my request. I needed to talk to my husband alone. No, not about the slap. Not yet anyway. But about the problems lying before us. We need to focus on getting Sage and Grace. Just we had to go over a few things first.

"Where are we? What happen?" Jacob mumbled, looking loaded. He had a death grip on my hand, shaking. I didn't know what it was at this point.

"You don't remember?"

"Not…really. Maybe later, huh?"

At that point it really did seem like Jacob had fallen asleep. He did but I had to wake him up. This has went on long enough. He needs to know. This may be a bad time-Who am I kidding? No time is right, right now. I can't keep it from him any longer.

"Jake," I said, the tears choking my voice, "can you at least stay away a few more minutes? I have to tell you something."

He mumbled under his breath. "Can't it wait?" he moaned.

"No. Not really. It's waited long enough."

He opened his extremely dark eyes and looked at me. He tried to give me a smile but didn't have enough energy. I forgot for a moment what I was going to tell him. I could get lost in his eyes all day. They made you want to just stare for hours. Something that Sage and Grace inherited from him.

Right. Tell him news. So I bit my lip. I knew he wouldn't get the rest he needed when I told him the stuff he needed to know. Some news needed to wait. This couldn't. Not another minute. It's time to be a big girl.

I laid down next to my handsome husband, making it so that he was comfortable, and raised my shirt to reveal my stomach, placing a hand on his. I turned to look at him but all he did was stare at where his hand was placed. I think it was clicking. It needs to.

"I'm pregnant."