Paul and I were inseparable. We spent every day and night together. I loved him so much, and he loved me. I felt like I was apart of his family. Everything was perfect.

But one sad Sunday, I found out I had to move to Seattle for my dad's job. I begged and pleaded to stay, but my mom made the final answer. I had to go with the family. It wasn't right for me to stay behind.

The worst part about moving would be telling Paul. I didn't want to, but it had to happen. We were lying on the beach by the ocean and I was cuddled to his chest.

"Paul?" I whispered.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Do you love me?"

He kissed my forehead. "Of course."
"I have to move," I sighed.

He sighed as well. "Yeah, I heard. That's why we're here. I can't do a long distance relationship, Natalie. We're over."
I stood up quickly. "What?"
Paul stood up. "I love you, Natalie."

He tried to hug me, but I pushed him away.

"Fuck you," I spat and then ran away.

And I cried until the last box left the house.

About seven months later, I was in the hospital, giving birth to my two wonderful baby girls, Taylor and Tianna. The only thing that was wrong was that their father wasn't there when they were born. How was I supposed to tell the man that left me that I just gave birth to his babies? I wished that he was there with me, that it would be ok to have him there, but it just wasn't. It wasn't okay to have him there. He didn't even call me when I left, and I didn't call him. It was like we were estranged.

I still kept in contact with one of his friends though: Jacob. Jacob had been my friend all through my school life. We didn't talk very much, but, when we did, it was like I never left.

I finally decided to tell him about the girls. It wasn't the easiest decision, but I had to tell someone who lived in La Push. I was staying at home with the girls, and there wasn't much I could do. I needed someone's help. My parent's wanted me to tell Paul from the start, but I just couldn't bring myself to it. It took me five months to find the courage to tell Jacob. How was I supposed to tell Paul?

Hey Jacob, I texted

It was an hour until I got a reply. Hey.

Can you call me? I asked.

My phone started ringing immediately. It took me a couple rings to answer, but I finally did.

"Hey Nat," Jacob said. "What's up?"

"I have something to tell you, but you can't tell anyone."

He sighed. "You know I'm not good at keeping secrets."
"Please. I need to tell someone."
"Fine. What is it?"
"I have twins."
"WHAT?" he screamed.

"Please don't tell anyone."
"What's the baby's name? Who's the father? How could you not tell me?"

"I had twins," I answered. "Tianna and Taylor. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to you to tell the father."
"Paul's the father?" he continued.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Well you need to come down here. You need to tell him. That isn't fair that he doesn't know."
"I just can't face him."

"Can I just tell him?" he asked. "Please?"

"No! You can't!"
"Then what am I supposed to do? I can arrange for you to stay with me, but you need to come down. You can't hide this forever."

"I know. I'm just really scared."

"I'll go with you. But you need to call him before you come down here."

"I'm too scared. Can you please tell him?"
"I can't do that."
"Please?" I begged.

He sighed. "Fine, Nat, but you're coming down here next week, okay?"

"Yeah."
He sighed. "Alright, Nat. I'll see you soon. I love you."
"I love you too Jacob."
"Bye."
"Bye."
The line went dead, and I fell down on my pillow. I didn't want to go, but I knew I needed to. I started packing my stuff to leave.