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Catch the Wind

Axelle is seventeen, but her parents still haven't told her their secret. When a new kid shows up at school, Axelle can't help but find him interesting. When all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Axelle has some big choices to make. Part three to the Twist of Fate series!

Like I have said many times before, I am totally addicted to this story. This story is entirely in Axelle's POV, for those of you that didn't know. I have this one planned out almost all the way... and let me tell ya, there are some HUGE twists :D But that's just how it works with me :)

29. Breathe

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A half hour after the phone conversation, I was at Jack's house. We were in his room. I sat on the bed, and he sat on the floor. I didn't want him to touch me.

"Axelle, I just... I," he stammered, trying to start the conversation.

"Jack, we're having twins," I said, interrupting his stuttering.

His jaw dropped. "Twins?”

I nodded. "A boy and a girl."

“And when did you find out?” he asked.

“Yesterday,” I said quietly.

“And you didn't even tell me?”

“You were drunk!” I threw my arms into the air.

“That doesn't change anything!” he exclaimed.

“Are you kidding? That changes everything! Do you know what it felt like when you told me what you did? Do you?” I yelled. Hot tears fell down my cheeks. “Imagine being stabbed in the heart, Jack.”

He looked tortured. “Axelle, I didn't mea-”

“I don't care if you didn't mean it! You slept with her anyway!”

He climbed next to me on the bed. When he put his arms around me, I wriggled away.

He put his hands in his lap and looked at me seriously.

“I wanted to talk to you because I need to know what you want me to do. I never, ever want to leave you. If I wasn't totally intoxicated, I wouldn't have even thought about Melinda. When werewolves get drunk, it affects our judgment more than it would when a normal person drinks. It screws with our brain, Axelle. If I had any control over what I was doing, I wouldn't have slept with her, I swear,” he explained.

I sighed, and waited for him to continue.

“I'll do what ever you want me to do, Axelle. If you don't want to see me anymore then... then I'll leave. If you want me to turn myself in to the Volturi, I'll do that, too. Hell, I'll let Emmett win every single game we play against each other if that's what makes you happy.” I knew that losing to Emmett would be giving up a lot for Jack.

“Well, I don't want you to leave,” I murmured.

He gave an audible sigh of relief. “What do I need to do?” he asked quickly.

I was quiet because, honestly, I had no idea. I hated the thought of being away from him for any period of time. I got anxious even when he ran out to get some food, or to run around like a wolf.

“Axelle?” he pressed.

“Can you... can you promise me that you will never, ever, ever talk to Melinda again?”

“I just need to call her right now, then,” he said, reaching for his cell phone.

Before I could protest, he put it on speaker phone.

“Hello?” answered who must have been Melinda.

“It's Jack.”

“Oh, hey,” she said.

“I just called to say, well... I'm never going to talk to you again.”

I cringed, but couldn't help smiling.

“But, Jack! Why?” she whined.

Jack gestured to the phone. He really wasn't going to talk to her again.

“He's kind of taken,” I answered.

“Who are you?” she spat.

“Oh, just the love of his life, is all.”

Jack snapped the phone shut and grinned.

“Talk about harsh! We suck,” I laughed.

“Oh, I'm sure she can handle it.”

* * *

After that, the months flew by quickly. It seemed my stomach grew larger and larger everyday. Jack and I were back on track in the relationship department, to say the least. We got married in a very small ceremony. Only our families were there, and it wasn't even formal. Jack showed no sign of ever returning to his old life in La Push, and everything seemed to be going great.

At seven months pregnant, I was as big as a house. Walking up and down stairs had become the worst part of my day. It was just ahead of not being able to sleep on my stomach. Before I was pregnant, the only way I slept was on my stomach... but not anymore. I mean, what kind of person would want squished babies?

“Sometimes I just can't help but blame you for making me like this,” I said one day at the big house. Emmett and Jack were having another Mario Kart showdown, and that left me lounging on the couch. I spent the majority of my time lounging. And when I wasn't doing that, I was eating. It was a rather dull lifestyle. We were the only ones at home, for the three of us got a little... boring sometimes.

“Sorry, babe. It is kind of my fault, I guess,” said Jack, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. He was frantically pushing buttons on his controller.

“Axy, you better name one of those babies Emmett. You could name the girl Emmettly,” Emmett said.

“Are you serious, Unc? Emmettly?” I laughed. “I'd rather name her Brunhilda than Emmettly.”

“There's no way I'm naming any baby of mine after you! You're a cheater!” exclaimed Jack.

Everyone knows about that shortcut,” noted Emmett, pointing to the TV.

I shook my head, and turned my gaze to the ceiling. Jack and I hadn't discussed names since the day Emmett had left me in the forest.

“Are we still going to go with Allegra and Ansel?” I asked.

“Of course,” said Jack.

“You suck,” muttered Emmett.

Halfway through their tournament, my stomach growled. Jack paused the game as soon as he heard it and turned to me.

“What are you hungry for?” he asked.

“Aww, seriously, dude?” groaned Emmett.

I ignored Emmett. “I could really go for a... a chocolate covered apricot right now,” I said, rubbing my stomach.

Jack looked at me, absolutely bewildered. “Really?”

I grinned sheepishly. “Really.”

“Be back in a few minutes. If you take that game off pause, Emmett, I wont hesitate to thump you.” With that, Jack walked out of the room.

“You and your weird food,” sighed Emmett.

“Yum,” I hummed.

“You're so annoying,” laughed Emmett.

I'm annoying? Look who's talking!” I exclaimed.

“Well, excuse me! I didn't think I was annoying at all,” said Emmett defiantly.

“Then you must be crazy, too!”

“You're just jealous,” sniffed Emmett.

“Damn, how'd you know! You can see right through me, Emmett.”

“I'm that way,” he said.

I giggled. We went on teasing each other until Jack came back with my apricot. I dug in happily, glad that there was one place in town that had what I wanted. I couldn't go out and about, what with the whole dropping out of high school because I was pregnant thing. I hadn't been out and about in ages, and I assumed that everyone had forgotten about Jack and I. Jack saw people around town sometimes, but he didn't acknowledge them.

I wasn't even allowed to go in public. I knew that the rumors had spread by now, so I thought that was ridiculous. It was Forks, and at least one person must have seen me going into and out of the hospital for my check-ups. It was obvious that I was either very pregnant, or very obese. Pregnant was the conclusion that everyone would jump to. Jack didn't want my “reputation tarnished,” though, and just wouldn't let me out of the house.

Just as Emmett gave a shout of triumph at winning the Mario Kart game, I felt something happen that I knew was not supposed to happen yet.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed. “My water broke.”

Jack sprung off of the ground and started pacing. “Oh God, oh my God. What are we going to do. That is not supposed to happen yet! Oh,” he said, running his hands through his hair.

“How about you take me to the hospital?” I suggested. My heart was racing in my chest. I wasn't ready to have the babies yet.

Jack and I had packed three bags to take to the hospital. One for the big house, one for my house, and one for his house. He still refused to take me to the house he accidentally told me about in Italy! He said that once the babies were born, he'd show me. I was itching to see what it looked like, but I knew I'd get hopelessly lost if I ever tried to look by myself.

Jack slung the big house bag over his shoulder, picked me up, and sprinted to the car. Emmett was right behind him. I sat in the passenger seat, Jack drove, and Emmett sat in back.

“Should you start... breathing or something?” asked Emmett, wringing his hands.

“I don't think I'm in labor yet,” I answered uncertainly. I had no idea what having a baby felt like, and I was just as in the dark about it as Jack and Emmett.

Jack was on the phone as he flew down the soaked streets toward the hospital. He called everyone, including Carlisle, before we got there. Thankfully, Carlisle was working that day. He was going to be the one to deliver the babies.

Jack and I had decided to have the babies delivered via cesarean. According to Carlisle, it was the safest way for the babies and me.

“Should you... I don't know, recline your seat?” asked Emmett.

“How the hell am I supposed to know!” I snapped. I wasn't exactly thrilled that the babies might come earlier than planned.

When we pulled into the hospital parking lot, the entire family, minus Carlisle, was standing at the door waiting for us. Jack parked, got out, and rushed to help me out.

When he opened the door, I took a deep breath. I had a feeling these babies were coming soon to a nursery near me.