The New and IMPROVED Breaking Dawn

dedicated to Harley Englebert for one last time.


Part One
I woke up and immediately felt larger than I should have. I clapped and the lights came flickering on.
“What are you doing,” Bocaj asked me half asleep.
“Look,” I said pointing to my stomach, “I have the belly of a pregnant lady! No! I have the belly of eight pregnant women!”
Bocaj looked at me with a smile. “It’s okay,” he reassured me.
“How is this okay?”
“It’s the way it works with us,” he said. I looked at him confused. “Aliens…”
I rolled my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean, honey? That I get pregnant without actually doing anything to get pregnant? We haven’t had,” I stopped talking when I realized the kids were in the next room. “You know- We haven’t done anything since last spring.”
He looked depressed. “I know this, babe. Alien babies develop before you sleep with someone. In order to keep the baby, we have to have sex.”
I looked at him and laughed. “You really just want in my pants, don’t you?”
“You’re my wife, I don’t have to use lousy lines like that,” he said as a mater of fact.
“Oh, yeah,” I remembered. I sighed.
“This thing,” he said gesturing towards my stomach, “will go away in a few hours unless you want to keep the little thing. That’s when we have sex.”
“Don’t we have enough kids as it is?” I asked concerned.
“We don’t have any kids,” he stressed.
When I heard the sadness in his voice, I knew what I had, and wanted to do.
“Let’s have sex, then,” I told him.
He looked at me, eyes smiling. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I said, “I want to have your baby.”
His smile grew wider. “You know I love your kids, right?”
I nodded. “Of course, Honey. Why?”
His smile stayed. “I’m just go glad this one is mine!”

Part Two: “WE INTURUPT YOUR PROGRAM TO BRING YOU A SPECIAL REPORT FROM STEPHENIE MEYERS”
Dear Twilight fans and haters, do allow me to say this: Laurie Laurie Laurie’s New and IMPROVED Twilight Saga really is an improvement from my Twilight Saga. While I am thankful for the success that Twilight has had, I am sad at the fact that I was not lucky enough to have the creative mind to create a Twilight of this extreme. Oh, how I wish that I had the idea or aliens and robots. My own Twilight has created movies that are only good for watching onced or twiced, as they say in Alabama. I feel that The New and IMPROVED Twilight Saga would have called for better movies, which would have been more entertaining than my own. Thank you for listening to me. –Stephenie Meyer


Part Three
I could hear the nurse taking to the doctor intensely in the corner.
“That isn’t the belly of a pregnant woman. She has to have at least seven or eight kids in that thing,” the nurse said scared.
“The tell her to push,” the doctor ordered.
The nurse came towards me. “Push,” she demanded.
I pushed and my body fell numb.
Before the night was over, I have eight babies surrounding me.
I pulled Bocaj towards me by his shirt. “What the hell did you knock me up for? Eight times!”
He looked offended. “I don’t control the number. Now, be happy.”
“Names?” the nurse asked us.
I pointed towards the one directly to the right of me. “Sneezy,” I told the nurse. She looked at me like I was crazy. I went around the circle of babies, pointing as I named them. “Sleepy, Dopey, Doc, Happy, Bashful, and Grumpy,” I said.
“What about her?” the nurse asked, pointing with the pencil to the child in my arms.
“Alcey Anglins,” I said.
Before the nurse wrote down the name, a little voice rose into the room.
“Seriously? That isn’t a name.”
I looked at Bocaj and then to the baby. “Did you just—“
“Yes. Name me something cool. Nothing like Alcey. Not Renesmee. Something like Normea Alice.”
I smiled. “That’ll be fine, I told the nurse.”
“Thank you,” Normea said.
I looked at Bocaj. “It’s normal,” he told me.
Some nurses took the babies out of the room.
“They are going to fight with the others,” I told Bocaj concerned.
He looked at me, contemplating the possibilities of injuring the babies. “I’ll have to start with alienizing them first. They’ll be in some pain, but not much. It’ll have to set in for about ten minutes each, then I can reverse it. Humanizing is a tricky process, but I’ve done it many times before, and I can do it again.”
I cried, pulling him in the hospital bed with me. “Thank you.”
“And I’ve been thinking,” he eased in.
“Yes?”
“If the babies are going to be full human,” he stated.
“So, this has been thought about for five minutes?” I joked.
“Yes,” he laughed. “I want to humanize myself. That way we can be a normal family.”
“What about the other kids?”
He sighed. “I can alienize them, then humanize them if needed.”
I pondered the idea. “You are way too good for me,” I cried joyfully.

“Honey, how do you work this thing?” Bocaj yelled through the house.
“Work what?” I asked from the babies’ room.
“This thing,” he called. “This yellow stick looking thing with grass-ish stuff hanging from the end!”
I laughed. “Honey, that’s the broom,” I informed him. “You have seen me use it before. When I sweep the floor to get the crumbs and things up.”
“Oh, yeah!” He called. “Let me try this again!”
I laughed while I continued to help with the babies.
The doorbell rang and I ran downstairs to answer it. I glanced over to Bocaj as I walked towards the door and watched him trying to find the ‘on button.’
I answered the door and laughed when I saw who it was.
“Fredward?!”
He held a suitcase forward and shrugged. “We were evicted,” he said. Behind him, Gralf looked down at his shoes ashamed.
I looked at Bocaj. He shrugged, giving permission for Fredward and Gralf to come in,
“Come, come,” I told them, taking Fredward’s bag.
“I thought I would try coming here. I mean, the kids are here and I miss them.” He turned to Bocaj. “I hope that is okay.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bocaj said from the kitchen.
“Wonderful!” Fredward exclaimed flamboyantly.
“There is an extra room on the fourth floor that y’all can stay in for now,” I told them.
“Fourth?!” Fredward and Gralf exclaimed in unison.
I laughed. “Guys, we have twenty kids living here. Of course it takes four floors to raise them.” I looked at Bocaj. “That’s why we bought this mansion anyway.”
Bocaj smirked at the word mansion.
Gralf looked amazed. “Twenty?”
Bocaj put the broom down and joined us in the crowded living room. “Yeah! Twelve from this guy,” he said, pointing to Fredward, “and eight of my own.”
Fredward looked down at his shoes. Gralf looked at him as if he forgot that Fredward had kids before he meet him.
Fredward looked at me concerned. “Can we talk?”
“Sure,” Bocaj answered for me.
“Alone,” he said strongly, gesturing towards the kitchen.
He started to walk towards the kitchen. I looked at Bocaj and assured him that it was okay.
We got into the kitchen and I jumped on the counter next to the seat so I would be sitting at his height.
“I’m sure if I want my kids in a house full of half alien kids,” he said forcefully.
“We humanized them, Fredward,” I told him firmly.
He sighed. “So, my kids are going to die before me?” I didn’t say anything. “I’ll live longer than them.” I nodded, understanding now what he meant. “How would that look?”
“Confused?”
“Humanize me, please,” he asked as a statement.
I stopped talking before I even started. “Does Gralf know?”
He looked at me in disappointment.
“No,” I said. “How can he not know? Listen, Fredward, if you don’t tell him—“
He stopped me. “I’ve tried to. It would be too late now. We’ve had such a good life.”
“You have to.” I jumped down from the counter and gave him a hug. “It’s the right thing to do.”
We walked back into the kitchen to find Gralf and Bocaj looking awkwardly across the living room at each other.
“We have to go to the store, guys,” I told them.
“Okay, let’s go,” Fredward and Bocaj jumped at the same time.
“I just need one for you,” I joked. “But all of you is fine, too.”
“Come on,” Bocaj said relentlessly.
“Emma Jane,” I called. “You’re in charge until we get back from the store. Normea is coming with us.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she yelled back from the top of the stairs. “Oh, hey, Dad.”
“Hey, honey. How are you?” He asked with a smile.
“Good,” she responded before going back upstairs.
We all pilled into the car and drove in silence to the nearest store.
“Okay,” I turned to Bocaj when he stopped the car in the parking lot. “There is a thing called a buggie that you have to put with hands. When you find the food you want, you pick it up off of the shelf and put it into the buggie. Get it?”
Fredward laughed when Bocaj tried to respond. “I got it,” he said.
“Let’s go,” Gralf said cheerfully from the backseat.
We all walked towards the front of the store in an awkward line. Fredward held Normea in his arms as if she were his on child. I could tell that it was bothering Bocaj, but he held his anger back and let Fredward continue.
“Buggie,” I pointed to Bocaj.
He and Fredward went for the same buggie at the same time. Before I knew it, Fredward and Bocaj both had buggies and were running frantically around the store trying to get groceries. Gralf and I stood in humiliation.
“What are they doing,” Gralf asked me, leading me to a bench outside the store.
I followed his lead. “I think one of them is trying to push a better buggie.”
“I can’t believe he still feels like he needs to show off in front of your husband,” Gralf said sympathetically.
I nodded in agreement. “I think it’s more for the kids.”
“Even when they aren’t around, right?” Gralf joked.
I hit him playfully.
“Ready,” Bocaj’s voice came suddenly.
“Yep, yep,” Fredward said. “Norm and I did it all ourselves,” he gestured to his full buggie.”
I stood up and walked up to Fredward and took Normea back from him. I stood inches from his face and pointed my index finger right in his face.
“You do not call my daughter ‘Norm.’ She will not be affiliated with the Loc Ness Monster’s second cousin,” I said demandingly.
Fredward’s eyes went black. He squirmed and I heard something inside of him start to tick. He crouched down and took Normea from my arms. I jumped back.
“No!” I yelled.
He held Normea’s leg to his mouth and the sound of metal rubbing against metal filled the air.
He placed Normea on the ground and the second he was away from her, I ran to him. Bocaj took Normea to the car and I stayed standing outside hanging on Fredward’s back. I ripped the back of Fredward’s shirt and took the plate out of his neck.
“Take this,” I said, grabbing two wires and switching them. He spazed out.
I jumped off his back and ran to the car leaving Fredward, Gralf and two full buggies standing in the front of the store.
I got to the car and found Bocaj standing motionless and pale next to the open driver’s side door.
“Honey,” I asked scared.
He didn’t answer.
“Oh, God,” I said, pushing him to the other side of the car. I took the keys from the door and hopped into the driver’s seat.
I speed out of the parking lot and went to the hospital quickly.
I called my mother and told her to quickly go to the house and help Emma Jane help with taking care of the kids.


The hospital room was dark and gloom when I woke up. I rolled over and looked at the clock on the wall. 3:42. Bocaj coughed roughly from his bed. I stumbled from the chair and walked towards him, taking his hand that he held out to me.
“I love you,” he said calmly and quietly.
He reached his other hand towards me and rubbed my check. I leaned in and kissed him softly. He patted my head and then handed me a folded, torn piece of paper.
The monitor stopped beeping and the room fell silent.
A nurse ran into the room followed by a doctor and a few more nurses. The checked all the machines and the room quickly became chaotic and loud.
I continued to stand next to him, still holding his hand. His fingers turned cold.
I opened the piece of paper and immediately noticed the highlighted phrase,


“Thus with a kiss I die.”