Ok so I'm graduating (guess how old I am and I will give you hint to where I am planning on going with this story) and I also am an intense lacrosse player. I have a tournament every Sunday plus a game and/or practice every day. Graduating is a busy and EXPENSIVE thing. All of this has snowballed into me loosing time. For now this is the last update until about June 10. I'll still have lacrosse but not as intense. As for graduation crap. . . who knows? Parties, practices, and the ceremony itself looms in the distance. I'll squeeze in updates whenever I can. This chapter is extra long. I think its funny.
Disclaimer – Fine. Damnit I don't own Twilight. Or yummy Edward or scrumptious Quil. . . the characters are now food. . . my bad.
Kudos – My beta can kick your betas ass - Nor of Kiamo Ko! I also want to take the time to thank witchbeth. She sent me the longest review with the most amazing ideas. Some of her ideas were used in this chapter. So many thanks! Nor of Kiamo Ko also had a great idea that I used in this chapter. So thanks!
Song – Our Lady Peace – Innocent. (youtube beckons. . . ) I think this song is great for Claire since she still is innocent. HAHA! I JUST GOT A GREAT IDEA! Sorry. I'm not sharing.
Key – Ok sorry this chapter is gonna get confusing.
Italics – thoughts. Whether as a wolf as a human so read carefully.
Bold – Authors Note.
Underlined and in Italics – As a wolf the weres can read each others thoughts. If a wolf is thinking about a event another member will be able to see what happened. So its like a flashback.
Chapter – 5
"And so the cold ones were defeated in the little village." As I end the tale, I tuck the sheets in around little Claire. Placing a feather-light peck on her forehead, I whisper, "Good night, Claire."
"Good night, Quil. Good night, Wolfie," she murmurs before the sweet haven of sleep lazily saunters over her. Carefully, I shut the door.
"Wolfie"?! What the hell? SHIT! I gallop outside, pounding my feet on the stairs. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Did the secret slip? Did she see me? What the hell? Maybe Sam told her something. I mean, I know she's smart, but. . . WHOA, IS CLAIRE A PRODIGY?! How did I miss this? SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
The change quickly, but this time, jerkily, overtook me.
SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM! Where the hell are you? How am I gonna fix this one? SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM! Damnit, where the hell are you?
Relax, Quil. Here I am. Jacob heard you freaking out more than a PMSing female when you steal a piece of chocolate from her.
Suddenly the humor that mars his tone vanishes. I can tell he hears what I'm thinking.
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO, QUIL?
In case you haven't noticed, Sam, I am trying TO FIGURE THAT OUT!
My "voice" rises with each word. I'm just trying to emphasize my point.
Aw, shit. What the hell are we gonna do?
That's what I have been trying to ask you. Then you suddenly went crazy-bitch on me.
Quil. I. AM. NOT. A. BITCH. OK?!
Yeah. Sure. Does Emily tell you that whenever you have back pains, just to make you feel better?
QUIL! Goddamnit. Stop it. This is not the time. A five-year old just figured out a secret that has been kept under wraps for years. This is not a time to start calling me a girl… or a bitch, for that matter.
As usual, Sam is right. Of course Sam is right.
Fine. What are we going to do?
We're going to wait. We need to see if she's just imagining it and if it's a coincidence. Kids have very active imaginations, which start to develop at the age of five.
Holy crap. Has Emily been making you read parenting books?
It was too late; I already saw the memory.
Sam was shuffling his feet as Emily sat across from him. She looked nervous.
"Sam..." she started off slowly, but then thought better of it. Sam was patient, but this was killing him.
"Emily. For the Lord's sake, as well as that of my sanity, would you please let me know what's going on?"
Suddenly, it all came out like mush. "WellIhavebeengettingreallysickinthemorningandIrealizedthatImighthavebeenpregnant.SoIwenttothestoreandgotatestanditspostive."
"What?" There was a short pause as Sam tried to translate what she'd just said. "Did you just say that you have morning sickness and you took a pregnancy test?"
"Yes, Sam. We're going to have a baby."
"Whoa." The air was knocked out of him. "A baby." He leapt up suddenly, elated. "EMILY, WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!" He took her into his arms and spun her around the room before kissing her fully on the lips.
The memory changes abruptly.
Sam stood in front of the old bookstore. He'd had a hard time sleeping lately. Nerves were shaking his whole body.
A baby, he thought to himself. He plowed through the door and marched up and down the aisles until he ended up in the parenting section. How to be a Dad; Babies for Idiots; What's it Like to be a Dad?;First Time Raising a Kid?; How to Become a GREAT Dad in Ten Days; and, my personal favorite, So What the Hell IS a Kid, Anyways?. Sam left the store with almost every book they offered under his arm.
The memory faded.
YAY! SAM IS GOING TO BE A DADDY! Taking a more serious tone, I add, You'll be a great dad Sam. No worries.
So will you someday, Quil.
Are you still nervous about it, Sam? A human being will be under your care.
You know what, Quil?
His eyes stare into mine.
I'm not anymore.
THE NEXT DAY
"Hey, Claire," I call out as a pancake flips up into the air. Claire, in her "GO, GO BARBIE!" pajamas, totters down the stairs, probably still half asleep. Smiling to myself, I remember when I bought them for her. Jake and I were out buying some shirts, and I saw them as we were passing the kids' department. I figured that they had a masculine twist, with Barbie riding around in her hot pink convertible.
"Claire, I have a question." She nods as her eyes follow the pancake up, and then down.
I suck in a deep breath.
"Who is Wolfie?"
"Oh, Wolfie? He's my friend."
"Can I meet him?"
"No, I'm the only one who can see him. That's what Elizabeth says. She said that he's imaginary."
So what did you think? Is that blue button down in the left-hand corner bothering you? In order to get rid of it you hit the "submit review" button! :D Constructive criticism is welcome. I didn't really like this chapter to be honest. Not my best. I feel so bad but. . . I will update something soon.
A Little Note from the Beta: Sam's flashback might have been a little confusing, so I just wanted to clear up that, when Sam is flashing back and Quil is seeing it in his mind, the text is italicized and underlined. When Quil is just talking to Sam in his head, the text is italicized.