I originally wanted to put this chapter up last weekend but several things got in the way. I know some of you were sitting on the edge of your seats (yes, I'm talking to you and you know who you are ;p) so I decided to upload today. Better late than never.

Did you guys realize that summer is ending. For me I only have one more day. *sobs* But I want to know how you're summer was and how you feel about it ending. You know what to do...

You are enough. You are so enough. It is unbelievable how enough you are!

Love you guys!

Chapter 22

Jacob's point of view:

The last thing Nessie said was that love never dies. I though she just meant it for the twins to make things easier on them-she did; and it wasn't-but she also meant it for me too. I never understood what she meant until I actually had the time to think about it. Our love would never die. To think about it, she would never really die either. As long as we remembered her and remembered how much she loved us, she wouldn't really leave. That at least somewhat filled the gaping hole that her death made in our family. I promised her I would there for our son and daughter. I would raise them more than just the best of my ability. She would be proud of the young man Sage would become and the beautiful woman Grace would be. She would never be dead.

I rolled my shoulder. It was strange to find myself magically healed after my wife died and some strange power erupted from my son and daughter. I wasn't warned about that. I didn't expect it. Sure, Nessie told me about her dream but at the time I just brushed it off. Now I knew what she was talking about. Sage and Grace were stronger than they appeared to be.

I called my father to ask him about it. He was relieved to hear that the twins and I were alive but I had to cut the conversation short. The doctor came in to tell me the full report of Sage and Grace so I just hung up on him. He did tell me that he suspected that they had more than just their normal abilities. Meaning, my children were more like me than I thought. My father always said that the descendants would awaken and their magic would "change the world." I didn't believe him then and I don't know if I do now. Could my twins have that "magic?" I hoped not.

I shifted in the uncomfortable hospital chair. Or was it just me? I needed to phase. I need to check on Grace. I really needed sleep. I need Nessie. How did she do it? How was she going to have two children, who weren't in the best shape when we brought them to the hospital, and take care of herself for our other baby? Sage and Grace were lucky to be alive. Hell, we all were; but they were my number one worry. I can't understand all that medical talk. How would she do it?

I kissed my son on the forehead and got up, smiling at his curls that reminded me of Nessie. She should be here. We would keep each other calm throughout all the worry and wait during surgeries and listening to all the bad/good news they gave us. They were barely alive after the whole Volturi "earthquake." Carlisle suggested I bring them to the closest hospital. The shape they were in, I listened. I couldn't lose them too; and he didn't have the stuff he needed to treat them. Luckily, the last name Cullen can get you the best doctors and the best hospital. I owe thanks to Benjamin and the twins for our lives, but did it have to cost the lives of my wife and children.

"I'll be back, buddy." I whispered. He only breathed a deep sigh, continuing to sleep.

The doctors said they were very sick on top of all the other stuff. Including head trauma. How could I explain that? All I could actually muster up was that they hit their head while we were hiking. It made me look like a horrible parent but they dropped. I think that was one of the crappiest excuses I've ever let slip from my mouth.

I walked out of the room to find some form of caffeine. It was something I desperately needed right now because sleep was out of the question. I had so much to do and so little time to do it. The pack, my family, the injured, the grieving, my kids…my next step from here to move on.

So many died and they were all a part of my family. Was it really a win when everybody has lost somebody? Were we safe now? I was scared what would happen next. How could I tell the families that I didn't protect their loved ones? I let them die! It was a hard battle raging on in my mind. I saw their last thoughts. I felt their last emotions. I try to tell myself that I was doing the right job, being a parent, but it was still hard to let go.

I actually found something, coffee, and grabbed a cup, practically spilling it as I noticed I was falling asleep standing up. I scoffed at the size. I need something bigger than that but I guess this will have to do. Like every other thing in my life, my hands were tied. I plopped down at the nearest table, taking a sip, and checked my phone to see if I missed any calls or messages. I noticed my wedding band. It stuck out light a neon sign. Sometimes I wished it didn't.

A pain went through my chest. Renesmee wasn't here. She knows all the mom stuff and the medical talk. I'm just the immature, cool dad. I only knew how to be a parent. Sometimes I wonder if I even know how to do that. There's no manual on how to be both a mom and a dad. I really wish there was.

Her hand growing limp in mine…her smile fading…her deep, chocolate eyes fading away to just glass…

"Jake, dude, back to earth." I heard a voice say, brining me out of my thoughts.

I jumped, seeing that it was only Kaleb coming to check on the twins. I'm assuming at least. I was too lazy to think of another reason. "Oh. Sorry."

"How's Sage?"

That was a stupid question. "Sleeping finally. I'm about to check on Grace."

"I already did. She's awake."

That almost made me want to either punch him or the table. Just because he imprinted on my daughter doesn't mean that he is the number one man in her life. I am. Always have, always will be. I loved her first. I was the one that actually held her first. Was I being overdramatic? Maybe. Did I care? Hell no. She was my little girl. I have every right to over react when my daughter has been claimed since six years old.

So instead of blowing up like I wanted to I found myself saying, "I'm glad you're her imprinter."

Ugh! Where did that come from?! That tasted like vinegar coming out of my mouth. I will never say that again! It's not coming out of my mouth ever again so he might as well soak up in it now. Even though he did deserve the compliment. That doesn't mean I have to say it again.

Kaleb almost fell out of his chair. I rolled my eyes. He's already pushing it. I will be glad to take it back. "You-you're talking about me, right? There's no other Kaleb around here? Is there something stronger in that cup of coffee or have you just lost your mind?"

He's really pushing. "No, but I wish it was something stronger." I mumbled into my cup. Maybe I have lost my mind.

"No kidding." He agreed. "So if the twins are doing better, how are you doing?"

Was that a trick question? How was I doing? I held my dying wife in my arms as she took her last breath. I almost lost Sage and Grace. I was there. I saw things I didn't want to see. I should be acting different. Maybe I was. I was plainly numb. I was shocked. There's times where I just want to give up. But I promised Renesmee. I haven't kept many of her promises but this one I will. The twins are my everything just as Nessie was. If I give up then they don't stand a fighting chance. She said love never dies and I believe her. I can't break down and cry when I should be a father first. No more putting my family second. No more trying to balance everything. My family will come first. I mean it this time.

So I didn't know how to answer that. I didn't know myself so how could I give him the answer. Sometimes you have to take what you can get right now and wait for the rest.

"I-I don't know actually. I was there and I held her in my arms and…" I trailed. "Denial, maybe."

"Understandable." Kaleb shrugged. "Before you ask, the pack's doing okay. We've got the main things taken care of until you can get back at it."

Funny. That wasn't the next question I wasn't going to ask. "How are you doing? Does Kierra know yet?"

Kaleb swallowed hard. Despite my slight feelings of hatred toward him, I felt pity. We've lost brothers, but he also lost a blood brother. Somebody that was of his own flesh and blood. Kaleb's been trying for years now to mend the bridges he's burned and now the one with his brother is all crumbled. I know how it felt to lose a sibling. It makes it even worse when you know there was something you could have done to change that.

"No." he whispered. "I-I don't want to tell her on the phone. She seemed so excited when I talked to her. I-I had to lie to her. I've lied to her so many times before but this one was the hardest."

"Understandable." I said, copying what he said. This was strange. Normally I'm the one snapping his head off. Now we were actually having a heart to heart. Like we were actually friends again. Nah. I wouldn't push it that far yet. Grace hasn't hit her teens just yet.

He kicked back in the seat. "So you're not mad I'm leaving early and quitting the pack?"

"Nope. I'm where I'm supposed to be and you should be too. Your sister needs you right now. It would be harsh if I said you couldn't. The twins aren't going anywhere, trust me."

"So it's true that you're copying me and quitting."

I didn't answer to that just yet. I wouldn't call it quitting. I'm just not going to take for granted what I have. It's becoming too much on me and the twins need me. I need them.

"It's not necessarily quitting. I'm just pulling out of everything right now. I'm not the only one. There are several that have proved they're able to take some responsibilities so why not put them to the test." I finally answered.

"Who do you think you'll choose?"

I was going to let Sam have it back but he rejected the offer for the same reason as before. Paul…not so much. My first go to would be Embry but well…let's not go there. Jared? He's good but to lead a pack…he's too quick to judge. So the only two I can really trust that has experience and won't be so judgmental is Seth or Quil.

Too many thoughts going on in my sleep deprived brain!

"I don't know! I'll…I need to check on Grace. Can you sit with Sage while I'm gone?" I asked.

"Sure. Oh, by the way. It's out big time."

I closed my eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. Grace's shield. I could feel the edges of it now. "Thanks."

I walked over to Grace's room, slowly opening the door to make sure I didn't wake her if she was asleep. (I was still confused why they were in separate rooms but I've learned to not ask any questions.) I saw her curled up in a ball, looking miserable, with tears streaming down her cheeks. I saw my mother in her eyes but saw her mom in her face. They were both painful to look at yet I couldn't look away. My little girl was scared and there was nothing I could do to make it go away

I sat on her bed where she instantly got in my lap, burying her face in my chest, and cried. I held her close, telling her it would be okay, and asking what was wrong. When she never answered I said, "You'll have to tell me what's wrong so I can know what to do."

She looked up at me, sniffling. "It won't go away, Daddy! Why did it have to be me and Sage?! Why do we have to be one of a kind, Daddy? Why did it take you and Mommy so long? They tried to kill us! When we wouldn't show them what we could do, they wanted us dead. They said we shouldn't belong here. What did he mean? Why are we here?! I hate it here!"

"I know, Gracie, but the doctors said you'll be out soon."

"No! I want to go home! What if they come back for us?"

"I won't let them."

"Why is everybody scared of us being different?"

I didn't know that answer. Part of me wanted to slay the world to make her feel happy and safe, but I couldn't. There's only so much I can do. "It's okay, princess. They're gone and they won't be back. I'm here."

Grace clutched my shirt tighter into her fist. I didn't know my daughter had that much of a death grip but then again she was Grace. With her anything was possible. "Why did Finn hate us so much? Why did he hate you and Mommy?" she asked me. "Are we bad because we're different?"

I wished I knew the answer to that myself. "Sometimes people are scared of those who are different. It doesn't make you a bad person. You and Sage are special. Being different is sometimes a good thing, but it also means you have to do things a little bit different than how others do them."

She looked up at me with glassy eyes. "Do you hate us because we're different? Were you and Momma scared when you found out we aren't normal?"

"Of course I don't hate you! What makes you think that?" I answered. "And your mother and I love you and your brother so much. We already knew you would be different."

"Really? You're not lying to me, Daddy?"

"I'm not lying. We already knew. Sure, we were worried but that made us love you even more."

I didn't want to tell her the whole truth. She was way, way too young for that. Maybe in thirty or so years we might be able to have the whole story told. It's hard to explain to a seven year old that me and her mother conceived her and her brother on her mother's prom night; get engaged shortly after; her mother had an affair with her imprinter while her father was too busy trying to get some sanity back; her parents break up, her father finds out that he got her knocked up; they get back together; and then the rest is history. My mind was blown and I was the one that had to go through all that.

And I couldn't tell her that we were actually scared about them being different. Not scared of them though. Scared for them. We knew the trouble they would go through. We were scared that they wouldn't have a normal life. In the end that was our goal. We didn't want them going through the drama that we had to go through. We didn't care what they were, or if they took after the vampire trait or the wolf trait. We just wanted them to be happy throughout life

"I love you, Daddy." Grace said, throwing her arms around me.

I smiled, kissing her forehead. "I love you too. Now get some sleep. The doctor said that's what you need." I told her, laying her back down in the bed. She clung to my shirt, literally shaking all over, and begging under her breath.

"No! NO! Please, Daddy, don't leave me! What if the dreams come back?" she cried.

I laid down next to her and she curled into me. "How about I stay here until you fall asleep?" I suggested, pushing her wild hair away from her face.

"What about the bad dream? I don't have my dream catcher."

I laughed. "I'll scare them off."

She seemed to take it and laid her head on my chest. I heard her say something but it was muffled. "Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Grandma Sarah said she's proud of you, and that she loves you…" her voice trailed off as she quickly drifted to sleep.

I yearned to do the exact same thing. Sleep; but thanks to the caffeine I was wide awake. I should check to see if Kaleb has destroyed my son's room but when I tried to scoot out of the bed, Grace gripped my hand tight, whimpering and mumbling in her sleep. How can she be in such a deep sleep and know that I was leaving?

"I find it very hard to believe you're proud of me, Mom." I thought. But I'm glad that you are. I try. I love and miss you so much. I wish you were able to be here to see the twins. You would love them."

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

It wasn't until the very next day that I was able to meet with the doctor about releasing the twins. He said that Grace would be able to go home today while Sage would have to stay in for a few more days. That brightened her day while Sage…he wasn't too happy.

So that pushed back other stuff I needed to do-which I didn't mind and I wasn't complaining. This doctor was the best there is; and I didn't want to leave the twins. I wanted the best for my son and daughter. Nessie would kill me if I didn't.

Now I was going through paperwork I really didn't understand with strict instructions on Grace's care. Let's just say she won't be able to be running and jumping around for some time. She's going to be miserable.

I walked back to the room, seeing Grace bounce excitedly in her bed. "You know what the doctor said, princess." I said.

"I know but how can I listen when I don't understand what he's saying."

"You had Papa there to translate."

"But I feel better!"

"You feel better because of the medicine. Aunt Rose and Uncle Emmett's going to come pick you up soon." I said, sitting down in front of her.

Her lip puckered and her eyes blinked. When she looked up at me I say the puppy-dog eyes, something I can never say no to. I'm already crumbling. "Can I stay with you and Sage? Please, Daddy, I won't jump around. I'll be good." She begged.

"I thought you hated it here?"

"I do, but…" she trailed, a tear falling from her eye. "I can't see Momma!"

"Why? She would be happy to see you."

She might wake up. The twins' power worked. Nessie was alive. I was just in denial of her being alive. I know it was horrible but somebody can't die and then come back to life. I refuse to think about it. I call to check up on her but I know she would want me to be with the twins. I was like Grace. I was scared to see her too.

"I can't…what if she still has that hole in her chest? What if she's really dead and none of us will admit it? What about if she doesn't wake us? What if-"

Those were my same thoughts; but she was seven and she didn't need to worry about all of that. "You let me worry about that. We'll all be okay."

"Even Sage?"

"Do you want to go see him as proof?" she nodded and I picked her up. "Then let's go."

We walked to Sage's room. I thought I could trust Kaleb over watching my son. I was wrong. Here Sage was awake and Kaleb was passed out asleep. I was going to kill him.

"Sissy!" Sage shouted, getting excited. Before I could move, Grace jumped out of my arms and into her brothers. What happen to not jumping around?

I went over and kicked the chair out from underneath Kaleb. He jumped up after falling to the floor. "What the hell, dude?"

"You were sleeping while my son was awake?! What if he needed you? What if something happen? And don't cuss in front of my kids!" I snapped, glaring at him.

"Daddy, relax. I just woke up." Sage said.

"Yeah, listen to your son and chill." Kaleb said. That only made me glare at him more.

Seeing that losing it was useless, I sat down next to my kids, them both curling in my lap. There was this big part of our puzzle missing. Nessie. I had no clue how we were going to get through this? Was Nessie going to be the one that's a vegetable? Was it wrong for the twins to risk their lives to bring back their mother's? Considering that we almost lost them I couldn't decide. I wanted Nessie to live, but at the cost of losing my kids? Nessie wouldn't want that. Neither did I.

"I'm going to find something to eat in this place. Do any of you need anything?" Kaleb asked.

After he walked out I sat back against the pillows, closing my eyes. It peeked my eyes open when I felt somebody tap my shoulder. "Dad?" Sage asked.

"Yeah?"

"Are we going to be okay? They aren't going to come back, right?"

I didn't know what to say. Sage was harder to convince than Grace. We've made enemies who hold serious grudges. Friendships were broken and betrayed. Honestly, I don't know if we'll ever be safe again, but that was just my paranoia. I overheard some say that a few escaped from both the "revolution" and the Italian bloodsucker's gang. Surely they'll want to come back for revenge.

But I couldn't tell him that and I wasn't going to make Grace think I'm lying to her. "Nothing's going to happen to any of us. They're not coming back. I promise.

And I was determined to keep that promise at all cost.

For the rest of the day I spend with my son and daughter. Everybody else can just wait. The pack will have to get used to it. I'm not going to be there anymore. My family-mainly my kids-come first.

Sage told me his fears too. He was the one who saw that Nessie was really going to die. He saw how our future would pan out. At least if it did happen I wouldn't act like I use to. Mope and swear to die. No. I couldn't do that anymore. I promised Nessie I would live to raise the twins and I know she would be there for them0 if something happen to me. We can't act like Romeo and Juliet anymore. But then how were we suppose to act? Ever since we got out of the star crossed lovers phase, we've done nothing but crumble and fall. We didn't do anything slow. One minute we were dating, the next we were engaged. We broke up and then had children. The only slow thing we did was get married and you see how well that's holding up. So what happens now?

The twins, Jake. Just focus on them for now. They've went through things seven year olds shouldn't go through. Get them through this first.

The twins were in tune with cartoons when my phone rung. I grabbed it and answered. "Hello?"

"Jake?"

What? Am I dreaming? "Renesmee? What's wrong? You're awake?"

"I…I need…"

"Need? Need what? What do you need?"

What was going? What was happening? How ca she be awake? Where was Carlisle? How can she be talking?

"I can't…something's wrong and I can't…" was the last thing she said before the line went dead.

I grabbed what I needed. She might be hurt. Where was Carlisle? Did she have memory loss? She sounded so confused. She might hurt herself. I don't picture Nessie to do that but from what we've been through the odds were endless.

"Where's Carlisle?" I asked Rosalie and Emmett.

"He should be with Nessie. Why? What's wrong?" Rose asked.

The twins' heads popped up, hearing their mother's name. If I say what's really wrong they'll freak. Plus, Emmett and Rose already knew what was wrong. They wouldn't be sitting on the edge of their seats if they weren't.

I shook my head, saying, "Nothing. I-I just think it's time I go check on her. Can you sit with the twins until I get back?"

"No! Please, Daddy, don't go!" the twins begged. Apparently they didn't like that idea any more than I did.

I moved to kiss them good-bye, trying to ignore the pain when they moved their faces to avoid me. They thought they were going to lose me too. I can't blame them. "I'll be back before you'll miss me." I told them. "If Momma is up to it I can see if she wants to come. Would that get me back on the good list?"

They shook their head. Okay. Bribing time. "How about ice cream?"

They perked up at that. So with an okay answer I left, unable to ignore hearing their cries and sobs. It reminded me when I would leave for school and hear them cry. All I wanted to do was turn around and give them what they wanted. Maybe going back to school now would be the wrong thing. Nessie is going to need help. We're going to need each other. Like now. My twins needed me and yet so did my wife. Part of me wanted to rush over to Nessie while the other part just wanted to go back to the twins, call Carlisle, and tell him to knock her out until I am able to get there. Either way nobody wins.

But I didn't turn around. I rushed to my wife as fast as I could. Did I make the right choice? Is this just some dream where Nessie is really dead and I fell asleep on the way to picking out her casket? Am I finally losing all my sanity? How different will she be? How can someone even come back from the dead?! Not even my twins should have the power to do this! I watched her die. I watched my son and daughter's life hang in the balance and all three are alive. The twins I can understand, but Nessie…I must be dreaming.

Yet I still rushed through the door, demanding to know where Nessie was. I felt it when she died. That pain where I couldn't move on matter how hard my brain forced my body to try to move. I didn't feel that now. My heart knew she was alive when my brain just wanted to stay in denial.

"She just woke up. I went to check on some of the other injured and she must have woken up then. I had to sedate her due to her panic attack." Carlisle answered.

Well, when you think you're dead one minute and alive the next can you blame her?

"Can I see her?" I asked. Partly because I just wanted to see for myself to prove myself wrong.

"It might be best. She's been restless even with the sedative."

I was about to walk down to her room when I stopped. "Carlisle? She's alive right? I'm not dreaming or losing it?"

"I feel as if we all are." He answered. Fair enough. "I don't know how much damage has been done to Nessie. She was…well, dead, and now she's not? Scientifically it can't happen; and the twins' power is completely unknown to me; but I'm am completely sure that she is alive."

"So what do we do?"

He huffed. "I don't know at this point."

I bit my lip. That seemed to be all our answers now. "So how's Bella?"

Carlisle looked down. "As expected."

"Jake?"

Hearing Nessie's voice for real, I kind of panicked. It was real. She was alive. So I rushed to her. I think that's when my heart went up in my throat. She was there. Actually there. She wasn't dead. She was looking around, breathing heavy, and confused. But I…I held her in my arms! She was dead!

I think in one step I made it to her, wrapping her tightly in my embrace. This was real. This was happening. I was feeling her soft skin, I could smell her lavender scent, and I could see her lively, chocolate brown eyes. I was holding her and she was alive. I think I'm the one having the attack now.

"Nessie…" I breathed, still trying to make sense of this. Can someone pinch me? "Nessie…"

"Jake! You're alive! Where-where are we?! Where are the twins?! Jake, the twins! They're going to kill them! We have to…we have to…"

I pushed hair out of her face to kiss her forehead. I still couldn't believe it. I was holding my alive wife. I thought I was going to have to plan her funeral. I thought I was going to learn how to be a widowed father. Renesmee, my wife, was alive. How-how can this happen? It shouldn't be happening? But she's here and I'm holding her. That's all that matters.

"I love you so much." I whispered in her ear.

"Jake…I have no clue what you're talking about? Why are you acting like this?" she asked, clearly confused.

She doesn't remember dying? That she died right in front of our son and daughter? "What do you mean? You don't remember rescuing the twins, Finn attacking you, and you dying?"

"WHAT?! I'M DEAD?!"

Uh oh. Did I just say the wrong thing?

I took her teary face in my hands. "No, no, you're not. At least you're not now. I know it sounds confusing. Trust me, I'm still trying to get it through my head; but the twins, Nessie, they're…they're more powerful than you can imagine. It-it does them damage, but they brought you back. We're all alive because of them."

She broke out into a sob. "I died in front of them? They gave up their life to save mine?"

I put my hand on her cheek. "They're okay."

Nessie's eyes were distant and it seemed she didn't hear me. She cried in my arms and I continued to hold her. I held her as tight as I could, not caring this time if I hurt her. She was alive! I still don't know how my kids can bring people back from the dead; but she was alive! That's all that mattered.

"I…I remember." She whispered into my neck. "Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry you and the kids had to see that! We're…"

"I thought I was going to have to plan your funeral." I said, kissing the spot behind her ear.

Renesmee shook her head. "My babies?! Where are they?! Are they okay?!

"They're in the hospital-"

"WHAT?!"

"They're doing better."

"Better?!"

"With whatever they have, it drains the life out of them, literally. They had some head trauma Carlisle was worried about so I took them to the hospital."

Okay, that's the sugarcoated but what else could I do? It wasn't until she gave that quirk of the eyebrow that I knew she knew I was sugar coating it. Even coming back from the dead she's still got me.

"Tell me everything, Jacob." Nessie said, digging her nails in my skin. Well, she didn't say it. She threatened me.

So I spilled. I told her everything I could possibly think of at the moment. I was worried I might overload her with words and explanations. She just woke up and my mind was still in denial. She broke down when I told her everything about her death in front of the twins. I told her they were terrified. She figured that but it was still hard to hear.

"What happen after I…died?" she asked, wincing at the word. Trust me, I winced too.

I looked at those chocolate brown eyes I swore were long gone. They were eyes I've lost so many times. This time I thought for good. I didn't want to think about that but I couldn't get away from the topic either. I still didn't understand how much seven year old children have that much power to bring somebody back from the dead.

"I…My mind was focused on one thing so I don't know. The twins were my main priority." I answered.

She sighed. "Good. That's what I wanted you to do."

I kissed her temple. "It would have been hard but I would do it. I promised you and them that I would put my family first. It was hard but I focused every second on them. I wanted to give up but they kept me going."

She smiled. "I want to see them."

I should object but I didn't. She needed them and they needed her. We needed each other. We were finally a family again that I couldn't say no. It was time that we finally think about just the four of us. Nessie won't like some of the choices I made but she won't change my mind. I won't take for granted what I have ever again. I almost lost Nessie and the twins. I can't lose them for good anymore.

"Can you walk?" I asked.

Nessie looked at me as if it was a stupid question but then thought about it. She shook her head but I swore I saw something flash across her face. "Nessie?"

"Um…could I have a trashcan please?"

I ran and grabbed one and put it by her face just in time for her to puke. With nothing in her stomach it was mostly dry heaves. I rubbed her back, holding her hair out of her face. Afterwards, she fell back against me and huffed.

"I thought this would be done with by now." She murmured.

"Have you forgotten that you are carrying another kid?"

"Let's not press our luck. The twins can only do so much."

Carlisle came in once he heard Nessie finish puking her guts out. He asked if she had enough strength to check her over. With a wave of her head, she gave permission. Was she still pregnant? The twins were good but there could be no way that they could bring back Nessie plus the baby. Can Nessie handle another miscarriage? Could I or the twins?

After everything was done Nessie wrapped her hands around my neck, tears falling down her face, and asked the single question that was on both of our minds, "Is the baby okay?" she whispered. "Am I still pregnant?"

"Yes, you're still pregnant; and while you see the twins, perhaps we can do an ultrasound while we're there." Carlisle said, kissing Nessie's forehead.

Nessie was here and so was our baby. Well, I should say our kids-all three of them. I didn't know if we would all live happily ever after but I was going to try my hardest to fight to get there. Nessie was alive. Sage and Grace we alive. They're little brother and sister was too. We were all living and breathing. Soon we'll get back to smiling and laughing. But I would be there to watch every smile, every laugh, every cry, and every heartache. I won't ever miss out on those things again.

Without any authorization from Carlisle, I scooped my wonderful wife up and ran out the door. We were going back to being the one thing we needed to be. Together and I wouldn't have it any other way