AN: I had this idea while at home sick one day. So if it totally and completely sucks, or makes no sense at all, tell me and blame my half-there brain.

Full Summary: After Breaking Dawn. When the pack is told of Embry's parentage, Quil is shocked to find out that he might have a half-brother in Embry. Unlike Jacob and Sam, he can't get it of his mind for a long time. But while lying in bed with Claire, he thinks about it and wonders in horror if that Makah rez woman... is Claire's mother? If the same woman that mothered Embry mothered Claire and his father was indeed Embry's father, it would turn his whole world upside down. And in the desperate attempt to find out, will it wreck his relationship with Claire?

Quil POV

"Quil, will you grab my bag?" Claire's soft voice echoed across the house. She was in the bathroom, getting ready to go out. I was already ready, and it was so cute to when her eyes widened at the fact that I was ready. She didn't really understand that since I was a guy, I needed a total of three minutes to get ready for anything.

I can't believe that six whole years ago, when she was fourteen, I told her about imprinting. She took it really well. She thought it was neat. I really couldn't believe our first kiss had happened two years later. It was at her sweet sixteen, classic and romantic. We decided we were officially a couple that very day. It might just be the best day of my life.

Nope, I was stuck. It was either that day, or the day she turned eighteen. After her party - which was the best party of the year, as voted by her senior class - she asked me about the future while we were walking on the coast. Our future. I told her that I saw whatever she saw and that all I wanted was to make her happy. She said she wanted a nice quiet house just off the rez, with little twin girls and a cute baby boy running around. I said that I would give her all the little kids she wanted. She looked up at me and said, "Quil, I know you've been waiting a long time, but I'm not ready. I understand that you're a lot older than me, physically as well as mentally. You may be ready for that, but right now I'm not." It had taken me a bit to realize she was talking not about the kids, but the fact that at her party, her friends were asking her if we had, in their words "done it yet". She said no, but then looked at me with weird eyes. I had realized then she was apologizing. I told her that I could only really feel ready when she was ready. She smiled at that. I guess I like that we were talking so seriously, the kind of serious most couples dread. But for us it was as easy and comfortable as can be. She still wasn't ready, but that's really perfectly sensible and totally understandable. Mature, even. I mean, she's twenty. She doesn't need to do it now. She's still really young.

I grabbed the little brown purse from the kitchen and headed to the bathroom. Claire popped her head out the door. "Thanks! I'm busy here, so could you reach in there and grab my mascara?" I nodded. "Thanks Quil. You're my favourite." She said, and popped her head right back in the bathroom. I shook my head to myself. As if she needed it! She was extremely attractive every second of everyday. When she woke up this morning, her hair was sticking up on one side, flat in the back and curly on the other side. Her make-up was running down the right side of her face and the left side was pale. But she radiated beauty from every pore. And I'm not biased at all. I know for a fact it's not the fact that imprinted on her that I think this way. It's like she works it. She looked so beyond that natural look that women spend hours perfecting on their face, that she looked serene, peaceful and almost angel-like.

"Sorry Quil, did you say something?" Had I been talking out loud the whole time? Oops.

"Claire," I said, opening the door. When I should have continued with what I was going to say, I was shocked at the insane amount of beauty products scattered over the bathroom counter. Moisturizers, foundations, primers, a million little eye shadow containers, powder blush, various make-up brushes everywhere. I looked up at Claire, who really had barely any make-up on. She had just foundation, really, but I was still kinda pissed. "Claire."

"What? Quil, you know I hate that tone. It means you are either mad at me or think something is really ridiculous."

I sighed. She seriously knew me dangerously well. I kept talking. "It's both." I smile and laugh nervously, trying to break the tension. Didn't really work, so I kept going. "Claire, listen. It's ridiculous that you think these products will make you prettier than you are. I will tell you with complete honesty that it wouldn't do shit-all. There is no way anything could make you more gorgeous than you are. And it makes me mad that you don't already know that." I snatched a tube of lip-gloss off the counter and crushed it in my hand. The glass broke under my hand, and Claire jumped. I threw the remains in the garbage. I felt silly, and I felt Claire's gaze on me. I sighed again. "Sorry. I'm just furious that you don't seem conscious of your beauty. Inner and out."

Claire sighed, and looked at her feet. When she raised her head, I saw tears in her wide eyes. "Quil." She sighed, closing the distance between us with a single step. She put one arm around my neck and the other around my waist. I smiled a little. The things she did to me....

She stood on her tippy-toes and kissed me very softly, our lips barely touching. She was so much shorter than me, and she had to put in a huge effort to reach me so she could kiss me. Usually she was sitting on a counter or some high surface when we kissed. It was one of the bazillion things I liked about her.

But today she jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist. I tried to think. Claire wouldn't be doing this if she wasn't ready. I would wait for her to say it though.

She hopped down, breaking the kiss. She grabbed my hand, a wickedly lovely smile on her perfect face. She led me to the bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed, and worry struck me. Was she sure she was ready?

"Claire..." I say as she climbed on top of me. "Are you sure you're ready? I don't want to hurt you." I said it quietly. She looked into my eyes, and smiled.

"I've wanted this for a while now, Quil. I want you and only you. I want you to mark me forever. I've never been more ready in my life." Her words touched my heart. She looked at me funny, a smile tugging at the corner of her full lips. "Are you ready?"

"You sure know how to get what you want, girl. Yes. Yes I am." That was enough for me.

AN: I know this chapter was slightly off-topic, but they had to sleep together. The next few chapters will have to be off-topic Quil/Claire fluff for this to work. You'll see why later on. Review please!