This is all human, and enjoy! Emmett's point of view:

"Take care of them, Emmett," Emily said in a raspy, week voice. "Promise me.

"And you'll be there with me," I said earnestly.

She shook her head and closed her eyes. Her hospital gown, damp with sweet, stuck to her body. "I love you, Emmett." She opened her brown eyes and touched my cheek.

"I love you, too." Tears that had been threatening, spilled over. "You can't go. We need you. I need you." My voice broke as her breathing became shallow. The machines Emily was hooked up to started to beep, causing a few nurses and a doctor to come in. Her breaths became even worse, shorter, and it took a lot longer for her to breathe in again. The doctor called for a number of medication and instructions I didn't understand. I stepped back in horror as I watched my young wife fight for her life.

"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave," one nurse said, stepping in front of me.

"No, I…" I was cut off by the doctor.

"She's flat lined," he said. "Start CPR."

"Please, sir," the nurse said with force.

Numbly, I let her march me out of the room, the image of them doing CPR on my wife burned on my brain.

"Emmett?" Mom's voice asked across the hallway.

"Mom." My voice cracked.

"How are things, son?" Dad asked, leaning forward to squeeze my shoulder.

"Not well," I managed to murmur. ""They … uh …" I trailed off.

"Mr. Cullen?" I turned to see the doctor standing in the doorway. "I'm sorry. She's gone."

My heart beat out of my chest as I backed against the wall.

"She lost too much blood during the C-section, I'm afraid," the doctor said.

The world tilted and I fell hard onto the floor. My wife and best friend was gone. She wasn't coming back. I was alone to raise our two children.

"Emmett," Mom exclaimed, kneeling on the floor next to me. "Carlisle, what's wrong with him?"

"Emmett, stand up," Dad said. "It'll be okay."

I shook my head violently. Dad's large hands helped me stand, but my legs wouldn't support me.

"Do you want to see her?" Dad asked.

I shook my head. "We already said our good byes." My shoulders shook as tears rolled down my face. Mom put her arms around me as I started to cry harder. "Mom." My voice cracked again.

"I'm here, honey." She ran her fingers through my hair. "I'm here."

After a long time, I stopped crying and straightened. Mom's eyes were red and puffy.

"Come on, son," Dad said. "They have a room for us."

"I want to see my children," I said firmly.

"I'll make sure they'll bring them over," Dad said. "I want to get you settled first."

Without knowing how I got there, we sat in an empty hospital room, the bed untouched as Mom and I sat in chairs. Tears leaked from her eyes, I didn't have any tears left. I jumped to my feet when two nurses entered pushing a bassinet each. I stood to look at the babies. In all of the commotion, I hadn't even realized what gender my children were or if they were healthy.

"Your babies are quite healthy," the first nurse said, picking up the baby she had brought in.

"Here is your son. He's seven pounds, and the larger of the two."

I took my son in awe of what we created. His face mirrored mine and I couldn't look away from his sleeping face even if I want to, with the exception of my other child.

"And this little girl is healthy too." I looked up to see the second nurse holding the second baby. She placed her in my right arm, causing a breath to rush out of me. My little girl. "She's smaller than her big brother though. Five pounds, six ounces."

I moved to sit in the arm chair again, staring at my son and daughter.

"Did you have names picked out?" A nurse asked.

"We wanted to wait and see them before picking them," I whispered.

"When you choose, let us know so we can put them on the birth certificate," she said. "We'll back in a moment to talk about feeding."

I nodded, looking back at my babies again.

"Oh, Emmett, they're beautiful." Mom sat on the arm of the chair.

"They're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I replied, a few tears leaking down my face. Mom put her arm around me as I held my children.

"I want her middle name to be Emily," I whispered.

"Of course," Mom replied. "Any ideas for a first name?"

I thought for a moment. "Hannah," I whispered. "Emily … Emily really liked that name."

"It's beautiful," Mom told me, brushing her tears away. "And him?"

"Jordan Michael," I said after thinking for a moment. "We were thinking about that, if one were a boy."

"He looks like a Jordon," Mom replied. "May I hold one of them?"

"Of course." I held out Hannah for her.

"Hello, my beautiful Hanna," Mom said. "I love her so much."

"It's strange how I love them already," I said, looking at my son's face.

"We felt the same when you kids were born," Mom said, smiling as her eyes never left Hannah's face.

Footsteps echoed on the tile as Dad entered the room.

"Come meet our grandchildren, Carlisle," Mom said. "This is Hannah."

"Tiny little thing, isn't she?" Dad commented, accepting the baby from Mom.

"Five pounds, six ounces," Mom replied.

"Hello, Hannah," Dad smiled at her as he rocked her back and forth. I stared ad Dad as he held her until Mom caught my eye.

"Your dad watched Alice like that after she was born," Mom said.

"I have to make sure she's okay," I replied.

They're all I have left, I thought.

Quickly, I looked down at my son so Mom couldn't read the pain that I was sure on my face. Luckily, my son distracted me. His eyes were open as he sucked on a fist.

"Hello there, little man," I said to him, causing his eyes to shift to my face. "I'm your daddy. I've wanted to meet you very badly. Your mom would've loved to meet you, but she had to go away. We'll get to see her again one day though."

My throat closed up and I stopped talking. The room was silent for a long time until one of the nurses came in holding two bottles filled with water and a container that read formula.

"Feeding time," she said. "We've kept them on a schedule of feeding them every three hours. We have special newborn formula that we're using, and you'll be able to take a few jars with you when you take them home."

She showed Mom, Dad, and I how to measure out the formula and mix it in the bottles. I took the bottle and put it up against Jordan's mouth, who started to suck eagerly. He had the appetite of his old man.

"Don't worry about waking her up," the nurse told Dad. "She needs to be fed, and it'll make things easier for everyone if you're all on a schedule."

"Wake up, little one," Dad said as he put the nipple to Hannah's lips. Sucking noise filled the air from both babies. "That's my girl. You're grandpa's girl, aren't you?"

"Hey. That's my girl you're talking about," I said.

Dad laughed. "Don't listen to your father, Hannah."

A light knock on the door caused us to look over at the door. My older brother, Edward, and younger sister, Alice entered the room. Alice's eyes were read; she was Emily's best friend.

"Oh, Emmett," she said, her voice cracking.

Mom quickly took Jordan without stopping from feeding him before Alice launched herself into my arms. She started to sob as I held her, making a few more tears run down my cheeks.

"I'm so, so sorry," Alice said. "I wish I saw this coming …"

"Please don't, Alice," I said, pulling away and gripping her by the arms. "It wasn't … no one could've known."

She nodded and sniffed. "Do you want to meet your niece and nephew?" I needed to focus on my children; they were going to get me through this, so I needed to focus on them.

"Of course." She gave me a watery smile.

"This is Jordan," Dad said. "Your mom is holding Hannah Emily."

"A boy and a girl." Alice smiled. "Can I help get their rooms ready?"

"I'd really like that, Alice," I replied. "We didn't have time to set the new house up."

She nodded and took my hand. "We'll here for you Emmett."

"Thank you," I said to the room.

Twelve hours later, four bottle feedings, and many diaper changes later, I sat in the hospital room alone, holding my babies. Edward and Alice had left to go help unpack at the new house and get some sleep, while Mom and Dad when to nap and get me food. I couldn't and wouldn't leave my children.

"Your mom was so beautiful," I told the sleeping babies. "She loved you very much, and I wish you could've known her. I'll tell her all about her all the time. She loved to read and stay home instead of going out. Drove me nuts. She has a lot of books, so maybe you'll like to read when you get older … I wish she was here still."

I fell silent, a deep ache in my chest throbbed through me as I simultaneously felt love for my children.

"We'll be a family though," I promised them. "You'll have me."

"They'll have your dad and me too." Looking up, Mom stood in the doorframe, looking tired.

"Thank you," I said as she entered the room. "Where's Dad?"

"Just using the restroom," she said, sitting down next to me.

I handed Jordan to her. "Hello, handsome boy." She kissed his forehead.

"Mom?" I said.

"Hmmm?" Her body moved side to side.

"What's going to happen when I take them home?" I asked.

"We'll all be there for you."

"I mean, once we go back to work," I said. "Who will look after the kids?"

"Your father and I want to help all we can," Mom said. "We may have to find a day care for them."

I sat in silence for a moment. "I'd rather them have a nanny," I said slowly. "Someone special, who will love and care for them. Emily wanted to stay home with them, so I'd like them to be at home too. Will you help me find someone for the job?"

"Of course I will," Mom replied. "We'll make sure we find the right person."

A little out of character, but hoping your enjoyed it all the same. Please review.