Loba Bella's Tale 17/17
Author: Lifelesslyndsey
Category: Twilight
Pairing: Bella x Jacob
Summary: All too suddenly her world falls apart. The Rez calls to her. Edward makes her feel sick. Jacob just looks yummy and she's practically crawling out of her skin. "Renee? Who's my father?"
Rating: M for Lemons. Lots of Lemons.
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A/N So this is it. This is good bye. Fare well. Avida...

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Bella POV

It's needless to say that I have lived a very...awkward life. Why anyone wonders why I am constantly blushing is an idiot. Even if you took out the vampires and werewolves, the situation I was currently in now would still be fucked up.

Somehow, I'm in labor on my eighteen year old boyfriend's bed, in his fathers house, with my legs spread eagle and my ex-boyfriend, who recently kidnapped me because I left him for my current boyfriend, has his hand up my hoo-ha, checking to see how far along I am dilated. I feel kind of bad for him. This is the most play he's seen in ninety years. The first glimpse of lady parts he gets will be quickly expelling babies. If this makes him gay, I won't be surprised.

Fuck my life.

A new contraction ripped through my body and I had already successfully broken every bone in Jacob's right hand. "If I had known I was going to give birth to a Goddamn mother fucking litter, Jacob Black, I would have kept it in my pants!"

He chuckles, and I suppress the urge to punch him. "It's not a litter, Bella. Two babies. Just two."

"More than one is a mother fucking litter," I growl, low and feral. It's taking a monstrous amount of effort not to phase on accident. I need drugs. Where are the drugs? Oh right, no drugs for the werewolf.

"FUCK!" I roar, and Edward quickly extracts his hand. It is obvious he is absolutely mortified.

"Um, you're almost there, Bella. You're at nine inches. Just a little while longer and you can push," Edward explains, looking anywhere but my eyes.

"Jacob, take a break. I'll stay with her," Rosalie offered, pressing her cool hand to my forehead. I sighed, relief washing over me.

"Thanks Rosie," I mutter, quickly adding, "I love you Jacob."

"I love you to, Bells," he says softly, staring at my belly. "We're going to be parents." His eyes were wide and he was so excited. I never doubted he would make a great father.

"FUCK!" I groan, my hand clenching tightly around Rosalie's steel fingers, "Get them the fuck out of me!"

"Soon, Bella, soon. You're doing so well, Bella. I'm so proud of you," She sobs, and I can see the unshed venom behind her eyes, "I can't help but be jealous and excited. You deserve this Bella…the best of both worlds. I can't wait to hold them..." She rambled, shaking her beautiful blonde head.

Edward returned, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. I glowered at him, as his head ducked between my legs. Fuck, this was the bed these babies were conceived in. Maybe. I mean...I don't know...it could have been the forest, or the bathroom. But regardless, it's the wrong head between my legs on this bed. Fuck, nothing is normal.

Edward sighs in relief as a contraction begins to build." Alright, Bella, I want you to duck your head down against your chest, and breathe out." Jacob rushes into the room, nudging Barbie out of the way with an 'oomph.' "Okay and...Push."

"MOTHER FUCKER!" I screamed and Edward grimaced. He was so accustomed to docile Bella that labor-Bella will scar him for life. I feel Jacob's left hand break and ease my grip. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I pant.

"That's one way to do Lamaze," Edward comments idly. "Get ready, now, push!"

Pain rips through my body and it's not a fucking contraction, it's a baby. "Good Bella, so good! I can see the head." Edward gasps, and the awkward excitement is clear in his voice. "Alright, keep pushing, shoulders next,"

I huff hard, digging my fingers into the mattress as I push harder then I think possible. "Ahhh!" I scream, but my screams are drowned out by the tiny wails.

"A boy," Edward announces, handing off the bloody, squalling thing to Rosalie. With vampire speed she cleaned my son, wrapping him up in a fuzzy blue blanket.

"Can I hold him?" I ask, sweat pouring from my face. She handed him to Jacob, whose eyes were saucers.

"You have to push first, Bella," Edward said. "Your baby is waiting for you." He smiles above the sheet shrouding my knees, "I can hear her."

"Her?"

"Push for your daughter, Bella."

I grunt in response, repeating the motions, impatiently waiting for a new set of wails. Charlie takes longer, but the effort is worth it. After innumerable minutes pass, Rosalie lays a small pink bundle into my arms. "Charlie Rose Black," I murmur, kissing my daughter's forehead.

Jacob knelt by the bed, holding up my son, who I had yet to see. He is equally as beautiful, with a mop full of curly hair, "Ephraim William Black." Jacob laid our son in my arms, turning on his heels suddenly.

He launched himself at Edward, who stiffened in the embrace. "Thank you so much. You...you brought my babies into this world." Jacob almost sobs, pounding Edward on the back. I watch Edward's mouth turn up into a half smile.

"Yeah well, I better be the godfather."

Rosalie left after sufficiently coddling the twins, to hunt down the family and haul them back. Jacob reluctantly left my side. The babies were early, there were things still left to be done. He needed to install car seats, build cribs, sterilize bottles. Much had been done, but we were banking on another four weeks. I knew he would call in favors with the pack and I would come home without a worry.

Edward examined the babies closer, documenting all vitals, knowing Carlisle would want these. It was so comical watching him gingerly handle them, extracting there tiny, fragile limbs delicately between his forefinger and thumb. He looked...almost frightened of them. And then he looked up and caught my eye and I knew he would be okay…that we would be okay. He did some pretty fucked up shit, but even a vampire can grow as a person. He was holding baby Charlie lightly in his arms, staring down at her with wide golden eyes.

"It's like...a little person," he said smiling as Charlie wrapped her hand around his finger. She was very tiny still, weighing in at only three pounds.

"Well, that's what a baby is, Edward," I said, in an almost condescending tone. I played it off with a smile, as I leant down to smell Ephraim. Just like in my vision, he looked like me, paler in color with red brown curls. Charlie was the spitting image of Jacob, but with a fuller mouth.

"I know that," he said, mildly indignant. "Their minds...it's so colorful. They are seeing the world for the first time. They aren't thinking words...but pictures...it's very vivid." He smiled down at Charlie. "Charlie here is thinking of her mommy." He cooed, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Holy shit," he said at once, his wide smile falling.

My heart clenched. "What?"

He cocked his head, staring between Charlie and Ephraim, "They...they share a mind. Like the pack. Like the pack mind." He paused. "He's showing her your face and she's showing him mine." He smiled again, "I'm the first face he saw...but he doesn't know my voice. He wants his father."

I stared in wonderment at my ex-fiancé, as he explained the inner-workings of my newborn children. Edward leaned in, blowing his sweet breath across Charlie's face, and Ephraim laughed, scrunching up his nose.

I could only sigh. Life couldn't be more beautiful. I had my babies. I had my families. I had Jacob and Edward both in my life. I had found my long lost brothers without even trying. I made sisters, I made friends.

Everything was beautiful.

FIVE YEARS LATER

It was a typical Sunday afternoon at the Black house, a gift ala Carlisle and Esme. I had been reluctant to accept, but it was just so perfect. It was a two story, four bedroom, three bath pale blue house overlooking First Beach. It was tucked inside a little cove, cut off from the world, encased in trees. Esme put so much love into the design I was quickly guilted into accepting. I loved it and it was great for family get togethers.

The ban had long since been lifted both by the Alpha voice of Sam and Jacob, who still hadn't accepted that responsibility. He was too busy enjoying life and we all knew Sam loved being alpha. Still we couldn't deny the Alpha tenor in both Eph's and Charlie's voices.

My dad was stationed at the grill, eyeing steaks dubiously as the flames flickered against the pink meat. Sam and Embry were headed over with whatever Emily cooked up and Leah joined us more often than not.

Leah never really forgave Edward for kidnapping me, but their animosity had diminished drastically over the years. I personally thought it had something to do with Embry and Edward's new found friendship.

I watched my children, now five years old, race around the back yard, whipping between legs, and over tables, tiny balls of mass fury. Jasper was sending them waves of mirth, causing them to nearly roll with laughter. They loved their Uncle Jasper and the 'giggly feeling'.

Alice was tapping her foot, eyeing little Charlie warily, as she skipped across the wet green grass, mischief flooding her eyes. Emmett had them both going today.

"Charlie Rose!" Alice screeched, chasing my daughter through the back yard. Charlie bolted beneath the picnic table, her body trembling as she giggled fiercely, evading her frantic Auntie.

"Don't you dare phase in that dress little missy!" Alice chided, eyeing Charlie's shaking form.

Alice really didn't mind if she did. It gave her more reasons to shop. My babies could burn through clothing. How do you control the emotional climate of a five year old? You don't even try.

"Run, Charlie!" Rosalie said, gathering up my daughter into her arms and bolting for the garage. Charlie was like her father that way, she loved daddy's tools.

Jacob and I were the first in Quileute legend to bear children from a double imprint, or even two wolves. Female wolves were unheard of until Leah and me. No one knew what effects it would have, or if it would change anything. It was touch and go. Turns out, it would. Our babies phased for the first time at around a year, Eph first, followed by an irritated Charlie. Our tribe had heard of nothing like it, but we were expecting a repeat, soon. Embry and Leah were expecting there first child in a little under two months. They hadn't imprinted, but it didn't stop them. They were content, married, and still phasing.

"Emmett!" I called out, "Be careful with him!"

The tiny silver streak of fur flashed up Emmett's side, coming to pause on his shoulders in the form of a shaggy wolf pup. He howled, pouncing down from his Goliath uncle, coming to perch at my side instead.

"Hello baby," I said, scratching his ear. "Can you go find your father?" Ephraim bolted across the lawn, playfully chased by both Edward and Emmett.

Edward gave up quickly, ghosting up to the porch where I sat. "That kid is fast," he noted, shaking his head. "He's going to give me a run for my money once he's fully matured."

Edward and Eph had a special bond. Eph never forgot Edward's face the first face he laid eyes on and he carried that memory into his childhood. Ephraim helped Edward loosen up and well fuck, we all benefited from that.

Jacob's eyes snapped back to me and he smiled that wide white smile. "Leah, Embry, Sam, and Emily are on their way," he informed me, pulling a plastic lawn chair up beside me and taking my swollen feet into his lap.

"So Bella, is this one a boy or a girl?" Jacob asked, patting my little belly, his kisses lingering long on my mouth. I was only two months along and we had yet to release said information. We had only found out that Friday, but Jacob's eyes were alive with a fire I had long since forgotten. He truly loved being a father.

But sure enough Edward's head snapped up, and he was beside me in an instance, Ephraim perched on his shoulders, tugging at his bronze locks. "Can I deliver this one too?" He asked to my surprise.

I laughed at his eagerness, "Sure Edward. Might as well make it three for three."

Jacob laughed, patting Edward on the back, "So, Bella....."

"It will be a surprise, is what it will be." I laid my hand over his, "Thank the lord it's only one."

A/N and that's a wrap.