Nobody from Twilight belongs to me. I wish they did, though. Bella can have Edward, I want Marcus.


"NO!" Leah shouted, sweat covering her forehead. Her whole body was trembling. She sat up in her bed and looked around to find that she was in her own room. Leah let out a choked sob and ran a hand through her messy black hair.

"Leah? What's wrong?"

Muscular arms encircled her waist as her husband sat up and pulled her close to his chest.

"N-nothing, it was just a bad dream, I guess."

"Are you going to be alright?"

Leah smiled into his chest. "Yeah, I'll be alright." She was about to lie back down when the door to their room creaked open.

"Mommy? Are you okay? I heard you scweam." A small girl was standing by the opened door. Dark hair fell down her to her shoulders and contrasted with her light mocha skin. Dark brown eyes looked at Leah as small feet padded into the room.

"I'm fine, Zoey. Mommy just had a bad dream, that's all."

Zoey scrambled up the side of her parents' bed and sat between her mom and dad. She looked at her mom. "What was your dweam about?"

Leah ran a hand through her daughter's hair. "Nothing, just bad memories."

"Which memowies?"

"Well, when I met daddy, I was scared that he was going to leave, and he almost did, but he stayed with me and then we had you."

"Why were you gonna weave mommy, daddy?"

"You know kid, for a four year old, you sure ask a lot of questions," Zoey's dad laughed. "Mommy's fine, okay? Don't worry about it and go back to bed, okay?"

"Okay, night mommy, night daddy," said Zoey. She hugged her parents and went back to her room.

Leah eased herself back down, still in her husband's arms. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired."

"Go back to sleep, Leah."

He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you."

Leah smiled and closed her eyes.

"I love you too, Marcus."


See? Happy ending, just like I said.