**In this story, Embry imprints on Leah from the very beginning. And...yep, I think that's all that's really different. I hope you like it! Please review!**
I went to open the cabinet, trying to get to the container of dried rosemary when the door fell off of its hinges. That was all it took for me to snap. I dropped the glass bowl I had been holding, allowing it to shatter into a thousand pieces on the kitchen floor.
The boys, Leah, and their imprints looked up at me with wide eyes.
"I'll get the broom," Sam said, getting to his feet quickly. "Just stay there so you don't cut your feet."
"Why don't you fix the damn cabinet, Sam?" I exclaimed. "I asked you a week ago!"
He grimaced, and his eyes showed his confusion. "I'm sorry, Em. I haven't had a chance to get it done."
"I haven't had a chance to sleep in in two years, Sam, but you don't see me making excuses!"
The timer beeped, and I yanked open the oven, pulled out the four large trays of lasagna, and placed them on the counters.
"Emily, please be careful. There's glass everywhere," Sam pleaded quietly.
I glared at him. "Shut. Up."
"Maybe we should—."
I turned my eyes to Jacob and the others. "I spent three damn hours cooking. You better sit the hell down and eat, Jacob."
"Emily, babe, what's wrong?" Sam asked, ignoring the cracking of glass under his feet as he walked towards me.
"Nothing!" I exclaimed. "I just wish I could have some help around here every now and again!"
He held his hands up in peace. "Okay, okay. I understand, Em."
"No, you don't! You don't—." I shook my head, rushing from the room as tears began streaming down my face. I slammed our bedroom door shut and locked it.
I could already hear him sighing on the other side. "Emily, please open the door."
"Go away!" I swiped at the tears and sat on the bed, wishing I could just stop and breathe.
"Open the door, babe, or we're not going to have one anymore," he said.
I huffed as I went and opened up the door. "It's a damn door, Sam, not a locked cellar," I snapped.
"Emily, what is wrong?" he demanded, shutting the bedroom door and steering me back to the bed. He sat down and pulled me to stand between his legs, his hands resting on my waist. "Did I do something wrong? I know I didn't forget your birthday or our anniversary or date night even. I'm sorry I forgot to fix the cabinet. I got caught up helping Billy when Jacob ran away. I really am sorry, babe. Please forgive me."
I leaned against his chest and after a few deep breaths, I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Sam. I….I don't know what got into me. I haven't been sleeping very well with you on the night patrols lately. I really don't mind cooking and cleaning for everyone either. It's been one stressful thing after the next though. I guess I just needed to get out for a few minutes." I cradled his face in my hands, placing a kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Sam."
He nuzzled his face against my collarbone. "You don't have anything to apologize for. I haven't been around as much as I should have lately."
I ran my fingers through his short, cropped hair and then pushed him back onto the bed. He sat me so I was straddling his waist.
"Well hello there, sexy," he growled, pulling me down so my lips could meet his.
After a short make out session, I sat back up and righted my clothes. "I need to go clean up the mess I made downstairs."
"We can get that later," he said offhandedly.
"I made lasagna," I reminded him with a smirk.
He chuckled, standing up with my legs still wrapped around his waist. "Well in that case….." He left the bedroom, walking down the staircase with me in his arms. He set me on my feet, only after checking to make sure I had not cut myself on the glass I had broken earlier.
When we got to the kitchen, I saw everyone sitting exactly where we had left them and the food completely untouched. I sighed, grabbing the oven mitts and setting two of the trays on the table in between the two huge bowls of salad.
"Eat," I urged them. "Before it gets cold."
They served Rachel, Kim, and Claire before each of them calmly cut themselves pieces. I sighed and laced my arms around Jacob's shoulders from behind his chair. "I'm sorry, Jake," I said quietly.
He patted my hands with an easy smile. "Don't sweat it, Em. You okay now? You need help with anything?"
"We cleaned up the glass for you," Quil told me quietly.
I smiled at him, roughing his hair up. "Thank you."
Sam sat down at the table and he quickly pulled me onto his lap. "This looks delicious, Em."
I gave him a tight smile because I suddenly truly smelled the food for the first time today and it was not settling well with my stomach. I could only stand it for a minute more before I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom. I lost the contents of my stomach in the toilet, and Sam was there to hold my hair back.
"That food smells horrible," I muttered in between heaves.
He rubbed my back, flushing the toilet when I leaned back slightly. "Emily, are you sure, babe? Everything out there smells amazing."
I pushed myself to my feet, shaking my head. "I'm going to go lay down. Get yourself some dinner."
*******(3rd person point of view)*******
Walking down the road that night, Rachel sighed, nudging Kim with her shoulder. "When do you think she'll realize it?" she asked.
Kim laughed, swinging her and Jared's intertwined hands. "Gosh, knowing Emily she'll wake up, get sick, and then rush to the store to get a test by tomorrow morning."
Rachel rolled her eyes at the confused looks the boys were giving them.
Leah smirked at them. "Emily has a bun in the oven."
"How do you guys know?" Embry asked, wrapping his arms around her waist as they walked.
"She yelled at Sam, broke into tears, and threw up when she smelt food that she usually loves," Rachel explained. "I'd be willing to bet you that tomorrow morning she's laying on the sofa with morning sickness."
"And of course Sam will be worrying over her, wanting to call the doctor to come check her over." Kim shook her head with a smile.
"You know…..she has been smelling different," Jacob commented. "When she gave me that hug earlier, I would have sworn something was off with her body."
"It makes you want to not let anyone near her, right?" Seth asked nervously.
Slowly but surely all of the guys nodded their heads in agreement.
"I was helping her bring in the groceries yesterday, and when the mail man came over, I pushed him away from her," Quil said, shaking his head. "I thought I was going crazy, but now it makes sense."
Rachel let out a laugh at their admissions. "I wonder what would happen if all of us were pregnant at the same time….."
Paul gave her a wide eyed glance, pulling her into his side quickly. "No babies anytime soon," he said slowly. "Right?"
She grinned. "You think I'm giving up my body to have a baby right now?" she joked. "You've got a few years until you need to start worrying about that."
"Yeah, we're all saying that now, but wait until Emily and Sam have a little boy or girl running around their home, calling them Mommy and Daddy," Kim said with a sigh.
Jacob chuckled, looking up at the stars filling the sky. "They're ready to be parents. I mean…..it's like they already are. Emily cooks and cleans for us twenty four hours a day, and when is Sam not there to just listen to us talk?"
They walked in silence for a few feet before Paul stopped, holding Rachel back with him. The rest paused, looking around for any sign of trouble they could find.
"You don't think Sam will freak out, do you?" he demanded.
Leah scoffed. "Why would he do that? He'll be elated his wife is carrying his child."
"That's the thing…. His child." He looked at Embry and then Jared. "You can't tell me you both wouldn't be freaked. How the hell can we raise a kid if our fathers ran off to get their drug fix or sleep around with random women? At least our fathers left and stayed away… Joshua never did figure out how to leave for good."
"You guys just have to be there for him as much as you can," Rachel said, and placed a kiss on his hand. "He'll be stressed out enough every time Emily has a backache."