The next few months flew by for the inhabitants of the Goblin Kingdom. Isabella and Jareth spent every waking moment together, and Jareth delighted in seeing Isabella swell with his child. He would take every opportunity to run his hand over her ever growing belly. Every chance to touch and taste his beloved little light, even when they were in the company of her parents or her new entourage.

In the final days of Isabella's pregnancy, Rosalie had found herself with child, and she was radiant in her excitement and joy as Emmett was smug and proud at his obvious display of manly virility that only begetting a child could achieve. Jasper and Leah, as well, were coming along nicely in their relationship. Jasper may not have retained his empathic abilities to their fullest, but he was still more in tune with the feelings of others. It was this ability that had him and Leah sit down and discuss their budding relationship mere days ago, when he felt she was ever so slightly distant with him and his advances. It was then she finally confided in him that in the moments between him turning human once more and her own change, she had imprinted on him.

Jasper smiled at her and said that this was a good thing. That it proved they were meant to be, but with them both being mortal once more, they had a chance to get to know one another naturally and without any pressure. Without either of them wondering what if.

So it was another bright and cheerful morning that found Isabella screaming bloody murder as she worked to bring her and Jareth's child into the world, with Titania, Leah, and Rosalie all there with her, offering encouragement.

"Okay, Bella," Rosalie said. "You're almost there, you just need one more push to get the shoulders clear, sweetheart." Isabella knew on some deep down level that Rose was just trying to encourage and help her, but right now, she felt more like kicking her new friend than listening to her. Instead, she gave one more long loud cry, as if she were going into battle, and finally felt the pressure release as her child slipped from her. She slumped in exhaustion against her mother, as she heard her brand new baby begin to scream and cry.

"It's a boy, Bella. You have a son," Leah told her.

"My boy?" Isabella said tiredly. Rosalie set a small, screaming, squirming bundle into Isabella's arms as Leah went to inform Jareth, Oberon, Emmett and Jasper. It took almost literally two heartbeats before Jareth was at her side.

"Isabella. My light," he said as he went straight to his wife and new child.

"Jareth. Meet your son," Isabella said with a slightly delirious air.

Jareth looked down at the bundle in his wife's arms, wrapped in a blue blanket.

"Jarek, son of Jareth and Isabella," he breathed as he bent down and lightly kissed his soft pink forehead. He then turned to kiss his wife.

He had a wife, a son, and a family. He was happy. Oh yes, he was very happy.

o0o o0o o0o o0o

With Jacob (you didn't think I had forgotten the pack, had you?)

Jacob ran. He ran and ran trying to forget the love of his life cradled in the arms of another. It didn't matter that it wasn't the leech. It mattered that it wasn't him. So he ran. He blocked out the voices of his pack, and the glaringly one that was suddenly silent. The whole pack missed Leah. Her brother refused to phase, he felt her loss so keenly. But now, Now the pain still consumed him, but he could once again register the pain he was causing in his pack. It had been months. He didn't know how long exactly, but he knew that fall had passed and it was now the middle of winter.

Deciding he needed to find out what the date was, he made his way out of a small patch of trees in the middle of the night, forced open a newspaper stand, and took a paper before making his way back to the trees. He sat down beneath a tree, disregarding his nudity and looked at the paper. It was a small publication from somewhere in Minnesota. Called the Onion...Odd name for a paper. He saw that it was also nearing Christmas. Just a couple three days before. It was definitely time to make his way home then. But he also wanted a pair of shorts for the times he was near civilization. Least he could do was have clothes on, even if he looked like the wild man of Borneo. He managed to find a local salvation army donation bin and a pair of loose jeans within. Which he promptly turned into his usual cutoffs with a few strategic tugs and tears.

Wanting to take some time walking on two legs instead of four for a while, he started meandering through woods a fields in the direction of home, making good time during the night. Then, just before the sun rose. In the light of a new day, he found himself looking at the most odd sight he had ever seen. A young girl, maybe fifteen of sixteen years old, with wavy platinum blond hair, and upon closer look, mismatched eyes. And it was looking into those eyes, that he found himself tethered not to the Earth, but to her. This strange unearthly beauty that he had found in the woods.

"Uh- um- Miss? Are you lost?" he asked her, once he managed to regain the use of his vocal chords. She giggled at his flustered attempts to speak before she took pity on the poor boy in front of her. He was cute, in a rugged, unwashed wild man sort of way.

"My name is Io, daughter of Jareth and Isabella," she said kindly with a small curtsy. Jacob was taken aback by that news. After all, it had only been maybe seven months since he had seen either of those people. And yet here was a girl that claimed to be their daughter.

"How is that possible? I saw your mother a few months ago, and she and the Goblin King had just married." Io gave another giggle.

"Silly! That was years ago. Time moves different in the Fae kingdoms. Mum and Papa have been married forever. I'd say nearing twenty years now. My older brother Jarek was born not long after they got married, and he says that he pestered them to give him a playmate so long, they relented and had me. Mum says that he then threw the universe's biggest tantrum because I was born a girl and not a boy," Io said.

She fidgeted a bit when Jacob just gave her a bemused look. He thought Io was incredibly cute when she ran on and on like that.

Io had never been one for silences, and she tended to go off on long tangents when she either met someone new or was nervous. And she was both in front of this really cute boy. Her Uncle Emmett said that she practically hummed energy, and now it was showing, it seemed. She just didn't like silences, and tried to fill them with talking or activity.

"What's your name, then?" she asked the boy.

"My name?" Jacob asked. He had once again gotten lost as he gazed at her.

"Well, I can't exactly keep calling you boy. Auntie Leah says that it is rude not to introduce yourself. Princess Io, of the Goblin Kingdom, at your service," she said, once again giving a curtsy.

"Oh, Uh- Jacob Black. Shapeshifter of the Quileute Reservation of the Pacific Northwest, at yours," he replied with a small bow.

"Oooooohhhh! You are from the same pack Auntie Leah used to run with. You must tell me everything. I had hoped that I would come to the mortal realm near where she lived," she said with excitement.

Jacob smiled at her enthusiasm. "You didn't. We are in the upper midwest of the country. You need to go a fair bit more west to get there. I was just out for a run. It was pure luck I ran into you."

"Oh, well, tell me anyway, as we make our way there. Since we seem to have the time," Io demanded of Jacob.

"Princess, it would be my honor," he said before offering his arm. She took the gallant gesture and they both began walking once again. Jacob's heart hadn't felChapter 18t this light in a very long time, and he welcomed every second of it.

A/N: Yes, yes. I know. I had originally thought not to pair Jacob with Bella's daughter, but I thought that that part of the story did make a certain sort of sense, so I kept the plot. However, I will never agree to him imprinting on a baby! YECH! So I made her older. And obviously not some creepy vamp baby hybrid. And I gave her a WAY better name that Renesmee. Seriously, to me that was just lazy name grasping. If SM wanted a unique name, she should have stuck to old names that aren't really used anymore like she had with other characters. She did well with names like Carlisle or Eleazar or Alistair. WHAT WENT WRONG?! Anywho. This is the end. I know it is a bit abrupt, but my muse has left me. She likes doing that...and I hate her for it. but, I finished this at least. Maybe I will gain inspiration later down the line and change it or add in outtakes or something...who knows. Thank you all so much for your support! I hoped you liked it. And if you didn't...well tough cookies. It's done and over with. I am sorry it took so long for me to get the last chapter up though. I got lost in a Legolas/Gimli fanfic that was amazing. It's called Sansukh by Determamfidd. She started it here on but has an updated version on AO3 if y'all wanna read it. Which I highly recommend. Much love ~Angel