Author's Note: Hey look! It's the first chapter of the sequel to The Silence! Yay! Okay, so I admit I wrote this at like midnight because I couldn't sleep, but hey I did actually write it and it's not a month late like my poor friend's birthday present was. Or was that two months late...Either way. It's time to meet the twins! Conan and Xander! If you want to know the meanings of the names ask and I'll post them. I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: While Twilight and all the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Conan and Xander are my creations! Please don't steal them T_T

Truth of Lies

Edward Cullen and Jacob Black

La Push beach. Two years later.

It had been far too long since he was able to just sit and relax for once. After the events two years ago, Edward's life had changed drastically and so much had happened in so little time, it seemed surreal. Or perhaps unreal was a better choice of words. His ever watchful eyes were fixed on the forms of his father, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, playing with Alice, and his two beautiful sons.

His sons…Conan and Xander were by far two of the cutest babies he had ever seen, but they were far different from any babies he had ever seen as well. Their black hair was growing in thick and was as dark as a black bird's wings, and had a certain shine to it, much like their wolf of a father's. And their big amber eyes were always so curious and shined like the gems their color resembled. They were completely identical from a far, until you got up close and saw them.

Xander was the bigger of the two and much more out going than his brother was. He would run after Jacob as fast as he possibly could on his little toddler legs. And for a toddler he was fast. Always curious, and very adventurous. However, what made him noticeably different from normal human babies was the pair of tiny pearly white fangs that poked out of his mouth when he smiled. Fangs, which his brother appeared to lack.

Unlike Xander, Conan was small and quiet. While Xander had said his first word "dada" over and over again (and very loudly), Conan had never really said an actual word. It had worried Edward, but Carlisle assured him that babies mature at different rates. Conan would much rather curl up with his daddy and listen to a story, than go and run around with his brother. What set him apart other than his size? That would be the pair of tiny black wolf ears that poked out from his hair and the tiny little tail that was proving to be difficult to put his diaper around and put pants on him.

But despite their differences, Edward cherished them with all of his heart. They were his babies, his sons, his pride and joys. He glanced up as he heard the thud of his lover sitting down beside him. He smiled at Jacob and leaned against him with a soft sigh. "They seem to adore their aunt and grandpa," Jacob said, his fingers running through Edward's hair. That they did, both twins were smiling and laughing, playing with the sand. "Hey listen, the pack wants to talk to all of us later. They won't tell me what it's about but…I think we should go."

Edward frowned slightly, but he nodded. "Alright. We'll be there then." There was a pit of worry in Edward's stomach. He trusted Jacob, and a small curious part of him wanted to know what the pack wanted to talk to him about. Hopefully it was something good, surely it couldn't be anything bad…right?

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P.S. I promise that the next chapter will be longer!