Jacob POV

" " Renesmee." So Bella'd been wrong. It wasn't the boy she'd imagined. No big surprise there. What hadn't she been wrong about? "

A lot apparently. As if one thing wasn't enough to kill her; nope, leave it to Bells to do things the thorough way and have twins to make sure that the monsters finished her off good. I couldn't take it. Her heartbeat was slowing. She was dying. THEY killed her. I would kill them.

Alice and Blondie had come up to take the demon spawn away so that Edward could try in vain to save her life, even though he was the reason she was in this situation in the first place. He should have just stayed wherever the hell he was. We could have been happy. She wouldn't be dying here right now ripped to shreds because of him. She could have babies the way she was supposed to. But because of those damn leeches she's dying. No, she's already dead. She'll never make it out of this alive and human and if they change her she's still dead. She won't be my Bella anymore.

I ran out of the room and downstairs ready to phase at first sign of the little leeches that took her from me. I heard Blondie cooing and talking to one of the things, like it was a real damn baby or something. I was shaking so badly now that I didn't know if I was going to make it in time to get myself to the couch where the first thing was to destroy it. I started making my way to it, just when Rosalie propped her up on her shoulder and the thing was pointed right at me. Perfect I thought. In all her attempts to protect the monsters from us while they were still inside Bella, she sure as hell gave me an easy out killing this one.

" The murderer stared past Rosalie's shoulder at me, its gaze more focused than any newborn creature's gaze should be. Warm brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate- the exact same color that Bella's had been. My shaking jerked to a stop; heat flooded through me, stronger than before, but it was a new kind of heat- not a burning. It was a glowing.....Renesmee.

From upstairs, there was a new sound. The only sound that could touch me in this endless instant. A frantic pounding, a racing beat....A changing heart. "

Edward POV

I listened to Bella's heartbeat start to pick up and I knew that something was happening. Did the venom start to take effect? Would she be alright? No of course she wouldn't be alright. I had almost killed her. And even if she survived this, she wouldn't be human. Would she resent me for saving her this way? It was the only way.

As I looked down at my wife, fighting for her life, I thought about what had brought us to this point. We were parents. I was a father. To twins! I never in my wildest dreams imagined that we would ever be able to have a child, let alone two. I had heard Jacob and my families thoughts about what had happened earlier with the first child, Renesmee. We would deal with that later. After Bella woke up.

She wasn't making any noise. No screams or crying, not even a whimper. What if I did something wrong?

You've done well, son. She seems to be taking to the change quite well. I am curious as to the extent that the morphine is helping. She doesn't appear to be in any kind of pain, but the changes are already becoming visible. Her heart beat is strong, Edward. You have nothing to worry about. She will be magnificent. Carlisle had finally returned from his hunting trip to find the chaos at home. He immediately came up here to check on Bella's state. His words gave me a little comfort. And it was true, there were already changes to Bella's appearance. Her skin was becoming colder, and her hair had started to shine more, bringing out the reddish highlights that could only be seen in the sunlight.

I don't know how long I sat there with her, holding her hand; Praying to whatever higher powers were out there that she wasn't suffering too much. I heard the footsteps of someone coming to the door, from the sound of it it was Alice.

"You do realize that you have two daughters downstairs who you haven't even met properly yet right? It's bad enough that they can't see their mother right now, but they can at least be with their father. I can see that you aren't going to leave Bella to come down to see them, so would you like me to bring them to you?" Alice said sadly.

She, Rosalie, and Esme had been taking care of the babies since they were born. I hadn't even held them apart from delivering them. I felt a wave of shame wash over me. Bella had been so set on having these children and I had neglected them from the very start. Not wanting them at all at first, and then leaving them to be cared for by my family since their birth. Bella would be ashamed. Bella would want me to be a father to them, but I couldn't leave her.

"Yes, Alice. Thank You."

She flitted down the stairs to retrieve my daughters. My Daughters. I still couldn't believe that. I was a father, and so far I was doing a bang up job. Suddenly I was afraid. What was I going to do with them? I didn't know how to be a father. I didn't know the first thing about taking care of a baby, let alone two.

I heard my sister come back into the room, I heard the swishing of the fabric of her pants, and I heard the patter of her shoes on the floor. But the loudest thing in the room was the sound of the two tiny heartbeats of my daughters. So fast they sounded like hummingbirds wings and you had to listen hard to be able to make out the two different sets.

" May I introduce you to your daughters Edward?"

I gulped. I wasn't ready for this. I was afraid. I didn't want to hurt them. They were so tiny. Apparently Alice didn't see my hesitation because she sauntered right up to me with two pink bundles and before I had a chance to object she placed them into my arms.

I was speechless.

Looking down I was first met with a set of brown eyes. No, not just brown. Bella's brown. I was thrilled that that one part of Bella would remain after her change. Renesmee. Our first born. She had a look of determination on her face and I watched as she raised her tiny hand to my face and touched my cheek. I saw Bella, laying on the table; but not with my own eyes. Renesmee was showing me what she had seen. and there was a question to it.

"Will Momma be OK?"

"Yes, Renesmee, your momma will be fine soon."

"Good. I don't want momma to be hurt"

She was such an intelligent child to have only just been born. But that was obvious from the womb. Such a kind heart. Just like her mother.

I turned my attention now to the other child. Another gift from whatever power had decided to give Bella and I a child had been generous and sent us two. She had the same features as Renesmee. The same soft bronze curls, the same nose. They were identical twins. Except for one difference. Her eyes were ICE BLUE. Not the normal blue of most babies. But the brightest ice blue I had ever seen. Piercing almost. She looked up at me and smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen. My cold heart warmed instantly and I knew that there was no way that I would fail at being a father to these girls. Sure I would make mistakes, but I would do the best job that I could. I would protect them and love them more than anyone else in the entire world. They were half or Bella. They were half of ME.

Looking down at my children, I knew that this was meant to be. Whatever hesitations that I had had disappeared. I was disgusted with myself for wanting to get rid of them when I had found out that Bella was pregnant. What would have happened if it wasn't for Rosalie's help in protecting Bella? These girls would never have been allowed to live. And I would never have felt the true love of a father.

My Girls. Our Girls. Renesmee and ... How had I not realized it before. We didn't have a name for my blue eyed angel. We had never anticipated a second, and only came up with one name. I quickly thought of the names of people that I had met throughout my many years. None seemed to quite fit this little baby. What would her mother want for her to be called? What would my mother have wanted her to be called? That was it. Right there. Her name would be Elizabeth. I'm sure Bella would have no problem with it. Elizabeth Rose. After all, Rosalie was a major part of her existence. Even as reluctant as I was to admit it, I owed Rosalie. I was indebted to her for seeing the beauty of the situation before I did. She protected Bella, and she protected my children. Her intentions may not have been the best, but the deed was done and I was grateful.

And as soon as Bella woke up, our family would be complete.


(A/N): This is just the preface to get you introduced to the idea of Elizabeth and the twins. Please continue reading. The story does pick up in the next chapter.
Everything in italics in Jacobs POV are taken directly from Breaking Dawn. I do not own anything that you recognize, that belongs to Stephenie Meyer.