A/N: So as some of you may have noticed, I took a bit of a leave of absence from my Jacob and Nessie story. I'm excited to start this Quil/Claire story. I have been formulating it for a few days and finally decided to start. I think that the relationship between Quil and Claire is really interesting. They are some of my favorite characters, aside from Nessie and Jake. So here it is, the first chapter. Hope you dig it! :D Natalia.

Song Inspiration for this Chapter:

The Color of Love by Boyz II Men

Disclaimer: I OWN NONE OF THE BELOW MENTIONED CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO AUTHOR STEPHANIE MEYER. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED.

Quil's POV

I slept peacefully until I felt her shift uncomfortably. She let out a small sigh and rolled out of bed. I heard her small footsteps on the floor. It took me a second to realize that she wasn't in the bed next to me anymore. I turned over, she wasn't in our room anymore either.

I pulled myself out of bed. Gently pushing the door open, she wasn't in the bathroom either. The clock read just after 2 AM, so I drug myself out of the bedroom into the kitchen, where she wasn't either. Abruptly I turned to meet the glow of the television.

There, she sat with her little feet resting on the coffee table, her had resting on her stomach. It was unbelievable to see the most important person in my world, the other most important person in my life growing inside her.

"Claire, what's wrong?" I asked a bit concerned. She looked up startled and let out a small gasp.

"Oh, jeez Quil! You scared me half to death!" she sighed. I had to smile. She was so jumpy.

"Sorry, love." I said honestly. "Why are you up so late?" I asked.

She rubbed her stomach. "The baby is kicking the hell out of me!" she blurted, shifting on the couch.

I laughed. I walked over to her, and laid my head on her lap. Gently I rest my hands on her bulging belly. "Hey there, fruit of my loom." I said talking to her stomach, "It's dad." I clarified. "You gotta stop kicking mom so she can rest." Claire laughed, running her hand through my hair. I rested my ear against her tummy. I felt a small push against my cheek. I couldn't help but laugh. "You better not be phasing in there! Or else." I chuckled.

Claire let out a huge laugh. "Or else what?" she asked, giggling. I thought about it for a moment. Suddenly I sat up, wrapping on arm around her shoulders but keeping one hand on her belly. She leaned into my touch instantly.

"You know, I'm no good at the discipline thing. You're gonna have to bench the kid if he gets in trouble." I smiled. She grinned back at me.

"Oh gee thanks! You get to be cool dad while I have to be pain in the ass mom!" she griped. "And how do you know it's gonna be a 'he' anyway?" she asked. We had both agreed to wait until the baby was born to find out if it was a boy or a girl.

I pursed my lips. "Hmm. I don't know for sure, but it seems right." I replied.

"Why!?" she asked suddenly.

I shrugged. "Because." she raised her eyebrows.

"Because why?" I looked at her. She had her heart set on a girl, but I knew that it was a boy…I could feel it.

"I dunno Claire, it just feels like a boy, that's all." she crossed her arms.

"Well it seems as if you're the one carrying around this baby!" she hollered at me. "Well I have news for you, Ateara! I'm this babies mother and I say it's a girl!" she said, clearly flustered. I had to hand it to her, for being so tiny, she was one hell of a feisty one. My adoptive sister Tara always told me she was a spit fire and I hadn't started to believe it until recent.

I laughed, hard. She was so determined for it to be a girl. My laughter made her even more angry and she smacked my arm.

"Well Mrs. Claire Young Ateara, I'm this babies father and I say that it's a boy!" I playfully argued back with her. If looks could kill, I would have been a dead man because she glared at me like a murderer about to stab her victim. "Relax, Claire," I said after a moment, "I'm sure no matter if it's a boy or a girl, as long as the baby's healthy, that's all that really matters."

She nodded, "I can't really argue with that." she said, smiling up at me. She kissed me on the cheek and I pulled her tighter to me. My hand still rested on her big belly. I felt the small pelts of my child kicking at my hand.

"I dunno Claire bear, this kid has some serious kick, I think that's a sign of developing testosterone." I laughed. Claire cracked up laughing.

She let out a long, drawn out breath. "Okay, I think I'm ready to go back to sleep." she said finally.

I smiled, "Anything for you mom." I said. She stuck out her tongue at me. I stood from the couch, holding my hand out to her she could get up. As soon as she stood I swept her up into my arms. She clung to my neck.

"HEY!" she giggled. "What're you doing?"

"Well I can't have you walking. You might wake the kid and have him kicking you for the rest of the night." I laughed. She nodded in agreement.

"True, true." she murmured. I carried her back to our room and laid her in bed. As gently as I could I curled up next to her.

"Goodnight, Quil." She put her little hand on my face. "I love you." she said softly. A smile broke across my face.

"I love you more." I said, rubbing her belly. I felt another small kick. I put my head near her stomach. "Only a 3 more months, little guy." I whispered. Claire laughed as a I wrapped my arms back around her. After a few moments we both drifted to sleep. My life was so complete.

A/N: So the next 3 chapters will be the last three months of Claire's pregnancy and then the actual child birth.