I have spent my life looking for the perfect coffee cup and I've yet to find it. Either there too small or too big, the handle only fit two fingers or I could wear it as a bracelet it was so big but right now any cup would do. There are many, many great things about my daughter; She's beautiful, funny, smart, amazing but like a lot of babys she didn't sleep through the night. By this point the bags under my eyes, had bags. I would lay her down in her crib after rocking her to sleep for a good hour and a half and a little while awake I'd hear crying. On the rare occasion she'd actually sleep a few hours but those usually ended with some idiot running in the door like a wild animal, no pun intended, and making a lot of noise then she'd be crying once more. I held Iris close to my chest as she cried, pouring myself a large cup of coffee and headed for the living room where her bottle sat on the table. I craddled her in my arms, trying to keep my eyes open, she started to calm down as I fed her which I was grateful for. Her eye lids started to droop, milk was falling down the sides of her mouth. I put the bottle down and creeped to our room, hoping she wouldn't wake up for another hour.
Silence filled the house as I made my way back to the living room. There was no point in falling back asleep, it would just be a tease since she'd be awake in a half hour, so I took my seat on the couch and sipped my coffee. Across the room sat a giant book, it was fat, a little dusty and the edges were worn but I loved it, it was my favorite book of all. I never kept many things in my life, the more you keep the more you need to get rid of when you move so I was limited to a few things in the bag I liked to carry around this being one of those things. It was a giant scrap book, not every page had a real picture on it but each of them had memories. There were letters, stickers, pictures, stamps, anything and everything I had found during my moves that I loved, each one had a meaning behind it. I pulled it off the shelf and flipped open to the middle coming face to face with one of the few pictures I have of me as a kid. I was pretty awkward looking to be honest; Lanky, straight hair, slightly hunched back and feet that was three sizes too big for my body. I chuckled, turning to the next page, there were some notes I had kept from kids at my old schools. I wouldn't really call them friends, but they were the closest thing I had back then.
I continued looking through the colorful pages. I came here with this book almost empty and with a little help from my friends I had almost half of it filled. There were pictures from bonfires, parties, birthdays, any gatherings that gave me good chances to get pictures. Most of them were goofy like the ones with Quil and Iris after she was born, he was holding her up to compare there noses which made me laugh. There was another with Paul and Layla, after they decided to get together, she was holding the baby I can't remember what was said but whatever it was it made her hit him. It was slightly blurry and Paul looked scared, something I never thought I'd see. Then there were pictures that could make me smile with one glance at them, like the one of my little family; Jacob, Iris, and I had a professional picture taken a few weeks ago. I never though I'd be the one to do the whole family picture thing, but I couldn't resist.
I smiled at the picture of my brother and his new girlfriend, who was starting to get on my good side but I wasn't sure if I could trust her just yet. He had been telling me she loved him, and they were happy together but after the whole Seth thing, I couldn't be sure. The last thing I need is to trust a girl who will hurt my twin, again. Under that picture was Annie and Brady on her first day of school, he was so nervous he decided to stay the entire time, occasionally peeking through the window which I got a picture of that was taped just below it. Followed by the picture of him trying to block me from taking the picture of him looking through the window, followed by Jacob threatening him for 'posssibly hurting me'.I shut the book, hugging it to my chest. My family had changed, but only for the better. Everyone seemed a lot happier now, there weren't fights about imprints, no one had picked up any strange scents in a while, and we were all safe. I was completely happy.
"I've got it" Embry's raspy voice echoed down the hallway before I could get up as the baby cried.
Yeah, I was definitely happy.
Author's Note:
Heres the prologue for the sequel to Catch Me I'm Falling! I hope you guys like it, there isn't much to the story just yet it's just to catch you up on everything that happened from the last story to this one :)
It'll get better, sorry if it's a little short, and kind of crappy but stick with it guys :)
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