Author's Note: Here's my newest fic. I was inspired when I wrote a chapter for one of my other stories. But anyways reviews are loved, because seriously I don't know if I should update this and I won't if I don't think anyone likes it.

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"There is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most—happiness, freedom, and peace of mind—are always attained by giving them to someone else."

Peyton Conway March

Chapter 1

"Claire"

One look at her never failed to bring a smile to my face. Just holding her in my arms was heaven on earth. No person in the world was as happy as I was in that moment.

Ok, so maybe I would have never thought that a few hours ago when I first looked at her. But who could blame me? Here I am, a new werewolf, trying to adapt to everything, and I look into a two years old eyes and my heart stops. I can't even begin to explain the emotions running through my mind in the never ending moment. How can one little girl affect me so much?

So maybe I overreacted. It didn't help having Sam phase after me and all I could hear through his thoughts were about how much he loved Emily, but I continued to put the two year old Claire in that place, and frankly that freaked me out.

Quil, you know she's going to grow up right? Sam said through his thoughts. You know the legends; you can feel it right now. All you want for her is her happiness. That's not a bad thing. And like Emily said, she will always have someone that loves her more than anything.

I didn't really want to deal with him, so thankfully he phased back to leave me to my pathetic contemplation.

Remembering now, as I held Claire, I was stupid. No matter how much I denied it, Claire was my life and there is no way I could possibly live through life without seeing her.

Damn, this girl makes me deep and she's only two. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when she grows up.

I continued to stare at her until Emily pulled me out of my thoughts.

"I should probably put her in her crib," she said gently as she reached to take Claire away from me. I was quite hesitant to do this, because who knew if Emily would take her away and never give her back. My chest tightened just thinking about it.

"Quil," Sam said using his 'I'm Alpha' voice. I took a deep breath and handed Claire off. I felt empty not holding her, and I already missed her, even though she was two feet away from me. Man, imprinting is really hard to deal with. No one should have to deal with this. It was a blessing and a curse all wrapped in one.

I watched in agony as Emily walked away with Claire. I stood up to follow, but was pushed down by Sam strong hands.

"Come on, I imprinted a few hours ago. Please let me go see her. This isn't fair, when you imprinted on Emily we all know you stalked her for a few days, at least I'm not doing that," I said as I struggled to break from his grasp.

"This is a different situation that we need to talk about," Sam said calmly. I just rolled my eyes and gave up on trying to escape his hold.

"Yeah, so this might be a little tense, so I'll talk to you later," Jacob said as he walked toward the door, already stripping off his shirt. I'd totally forgotten that he was even here; I mean I was a little distracted by Claire, the center of my universe.

Sam and I remained silent, just waiting for Emily to come back. I kept feeling this pull and I found myself suddenly standing at times only to be forced back down by Sam.

"Ok, let's go to the kitchen so I can clean," Emily said as she walked into the living room.

"Why don't you take a break? I'll clean later," Sam said his voice saturated with love. But for once, I didn't feign gagging. Everything made sense to me now. I completely understand Sam, how he could love Emily so much. That was exactly how I felt with Claire, without the intimate love that I knew Sam had with Emily, like Jared had with Kim. I would do anything for Claire as long as she was happy, just like Sam would do for Emily and Jared for Kim.

I just stared at the two of them, not ever truly feeling the impact of imprinting until it happened to me, which I didn't have to wait very long for.

"Quil, could you please pay attention?" Sam asked as he pushed me toward the kitchen. Of course we ended up in the kitchen, Sam could never say no to Emily.

Emily quickly busied herself with the dishes while Sam and I sat at the table. I would offer to help, but I learned the hard way that Emily has a specific way of doing everything, and you never want to face the wrath of Emily Young.

"So, what do we need to talk about?" I asked trying to break the awkward silence.

"Well," Emily started but seemed at a loss of words. "I don't know what to do."

"About what?" I asked. What was so complicated about the situation? Besides the fact that Claire is two, but whatever, people need to move on.

"Like the fact she lives on the Makah reservation, which means you could not see her every day, or like how are her parents going to react to this? I mean, they obviously don't know that the legends are true. I don't even know if they are familiar with the Quileute legends," Emily paused slightly as she took a deep breath. "It's just that I care about you and I see the pain that Sam and Jared go through when they don't get adequate time with their imprints, so I don't know how to help you," she said gently.

Of course imprinting can't just be simple. Life wouldn't be fun if it wasn't complicated. I mean, a guy just can't get a break. My life was pretty great until I saw Embry and Jake at the store and in the next second I was running on all fours. Why couldn't someone throw me a life line just this once?

I looked at Sam. He looked like he was deep in thought so I tried to be patient as he thought about something, but that patience was falling fast.

"I can't let you suffer, so when her parents come to pick her up, we will tell them the truth. It's the only way. And then maybe if they understand you could see Claire more," he said.

"Are you sure? I don't just want to tell random people about our secret," I said.

"They're not random people anymore. This involves them just as much as it involves Claire. They can stop you from seeing Claire and that's not something you want," Emily said as she sat next to Sam.

"I know," I said looking at the table.

I looked up at Emily when I felt her place her hand on top of mine.

"Everything's going to work out Quil. Just give it time," she said with a loving smile.

"I hope so," I said trying not to sound defeated. "When are her parents coming?"

"Tomorrow," Emily said. My eyes widened and my heart kicked up a notch.

"How do you expect me to be ready to tell her parents tomorrow about my secret?" I asked panicking slightly.

"You have nothing to worry about, we'll both be there to help you through this," Emily said as she gently squeezed my hand. I just nodded and walked back to the living room feeling crushed. I collapsed on the sofa, not having the energy to go back to my house and also because I needed to be close to Claire. It was a necessity to know she was safe.