Leah's point of view:
Standing with my arms folded, I leaned against the wall behind me. I gritted my teeth as I heard the cries of that 'wolf', as she called herself. When Jacob took Seth, Quil, and Embry to talk with the strangers, Emma and Alex, I'd wanted to kill him on site. He was the type of vampire we were supposed to be fighting. He was a killer. His red eyes would gleam as he'd talk of his kills as he talk with us. I was sure he was doing it to gloat.
Of course, the Cullens and Jacob (who'd been softened by them) allowed him to live, as long as he hunted outside of the area. I rolled my eyes. Every vampire, with (unfortunate exception) the Cullens, should be killed. It was like human life didn't matter anymore. I sighed as I heard screaming again. Esme rushed out, holding a cup with a straw.
"How's it going?" Jacob asked.
"She's almost there," Esme said, smiling. "Poor dear. Nearly a day and half of labor."
She hurried away and came back up moments later with a full cup of water. After a few moments, Esme came back out again.
"Are you hungry?" Esme smiled at us, and I had to admit that Esme was alright.
"We always are," Seth said, bouncing on his toes.
"I should've known." Esme gave him a motherly smile. "I'll go and make something."
I smiled to myself as Esme walked away. She was a caring person. My smile was broken when we heard Emma scream loudly. It stopped and was quickly followed by the sound of a loud cry, which made me stiffen. It made my heart ache and I wanted to go into the room and make sure they stopped. I had to make them happy. Swallowing hard, I ignored the cry the best I could, but it was difficult. Shuttering, I pushed myself off of the wall and walked down to the kitchen.
"Hey, Esme. Thought you could use some help," I said.
If Esme was surprised by my offer, she didn't sound like it. "I'd love the help, my dear. Would you fill this with ice and pour the lemonade into it?"
"Sure," I replied, taking the picture from her.
Despite my task, I listened to the commotion upstairs. The baby (who I found out was a boy through my hearing) was healthy and named Eric. Eric. The word poured through my head as if it was something important, or it would slip away from me. With a shaking hand, I set the now filled picture by Esme.
"Are you okay, Leah?" Esme put her hand on my arm, and I swallowed.
"Yes, I … I'm fine," I replied numbly.
"Leah, I need you upstairs," I heard Jacob call.
I gave Esme a reassuring smile (that didn't seem so reassuring) and turned to go upstairs. Walking up to my brother and alpha, I had to fight the urge to run up there to see the baby. I could hear Emma feeding him, which made me feel a strange sort of comfort. He was being taken care of. When I got up the landing, Jacob seemed tense, Seth was the usual happy self. There was no doubt he was eager to see the baby and start gushing over him.
"You okay there, Leah?" Jacob asked.
I nodded. "I'm fine."
Jacob and Seth shared a look, and I rolled my eyes. "Why?"
"You just seem, different?" Seth said awkwardly.
"I just want to get out of here," I said, telling a half truth and trying to act calm.
Just then, Carlisle opened the door, and we could see briefly into the room. Emma was nursing him while Alex stood tensely by the bed.
"So?" Jacob asked.
"Everything seems normal," Carlisle said. "He's more like Renesmee and like a human than I predicted he'd be."
"And Edward got a normal read on him?" Jacob asked.
"So far," Carlisle said. "He is nursing, so it's likely he'd like human food more than blood, but Emma's instant on him being raised on animal blood."
"At least she has good taste," I muttered.
Carlisle sighed. "I'll let you see him after she's done feeding him."
"Thank you, Carlisle," Jacob said.
"Esme says lunch is ready, why don't you eat while you wait?" Carlisle added.
"Great," Seth said. "Come on, Leah."
I sighed as I quietly followed my brother down stairs, my heart though was longing to go to see the baby.
Emma's point of view:
I smiled as I buttoned up my blouse again. My baby boy lay across my lap; his eyes heavy with sleep. I picked him up, lay him across my shoulder, and burped him.
"You, my dear, are a natural," my husband muttered from the seat he pulled up next to the bed.
I smiled. "I have to take care of my little man. I love him so much."
"And it shows, my love." Alex moved next to me on the bed without touching me.
"Would you like to try?" I asked.
"I'll let you finish." Alex gave me a tense smile.
I laughed softly. "Why am I not surprised?"
"That you're scared." I raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not scared." He frowned at me and I snorted. "I'll hold him when you're done."
I laughed, making Eric stir. "Shh, Eric. Go to sleep, sweetheart."
"He does seem to love his mother." Alex gave me a smile. "You are the most nurturing mother."
"And you were afraid this wouldn't work out," I teased.
"And you've heard the horror stories," Alex reminded me.
"I know." I shuttered as I thought of the human woman who didn't make it through the birth, but my little boy was different.
He was hungry for milk, and so far, not blood. I kissed his head as he gave a us a loud belch. I laughed as I laid him across my forearm just when Carlisle came into the room.
"It sounds like it was good, Mom." Carlisle smiled at me. "Is he asleep?"
"Yes, he is," I replied. "And it's time for Dad to hold him."
I cradled his head and back, holding him out for my husband. Alex swallowed as he slowly took our son. I smiled and leaned back as I watched the two most important men in my life. Tears filled my eyes Alex rocked his body back and forth. When I sniffled, Alex looked up at me.
"Why are you crying?" he asked.
"I'm just so happy," I replied, half laughing, half sobbing.
Alex gave me the first genuine smile as he gazed down at our son. I brushed away my tears as Carlisle handed me a tissue.
"Thank you," I said.
"I hate to break this moment, but the pack would like to see him," Carlisle said, and I stiffened.
I didn't mind the pack, but they made me nervous to think they may want to hurt him. Luckily, they didn't have reason to. A deep growl came from Alex.
"They won't hurt my son," Alex said with venom in his voice.
"They won't," Carlisle said evenly. "You're son isn't what they feared."
"Let me hold him," I said, holding my arms out.
Alex handed him to me and stood by my side as Carlisle let the three, young wolves in. I watched them anxiously as they looked at my son. As they got close, the young woman gasped and froze. Both males turned to look at her.
"What is it, Leah?" the bigger one asked.
She looked at them with terror. "It's happened," she whispered and fled the room, leaving me confused and worried.