A/N This is my first fanfic ever. Be nice! I also own nothing.
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. ~Garth Brooks
I wake up from a dead sleep and turn over to look at the clock. 3:20 Am. It has only been a few hours since I finished my shift will Quil and Jared.
Earlier in the day we had picked up an unfamiliar scent, which in the end only ended up being a friend of the Cullens- someone Carlisle had encountered when he was staying with the Volturi leeches. Naturally, we took a great defence to that as those who were friends with the Volturi, automatically became enemies of the pack. Once the doc cleared everything up to his "friend" that it wasn't the brightest idea to be hunting around these parts, I took a last check of the area and when straight to bed.
Lost in my train of thoughts from the events of the day, I was suddenly brought back to reality when I began to hear the mummers of a certain someone beside me. As I turned around to face her, I became instantly distraught by the face the look of urgency on Nessie's face. I was more worried as she began tossing and turning as her mummers became more like cries. Usually I wouldn't dare looking into her dreams as, she has very strong views on people "invading her thoughts without permission", but I couldn't help wonder what was bothering her so much.
I slowly and gently lifted her arm and placed her hand to my face and almost automatically began to see the scene in her mind. I was placed in the forest up behind our house running, north towards the state line. I definitely wasn't hunting as I gained speed. This run was more urgent as if I was looking for something. As the scenery behind me became a blur as I ran even faster, I came to a sudden halt. In the clearing was a group of men wearing red-hooded cloaks standing in a circle looking down to the ground below. With determination, I ran quickly towards these men breaking the circle to see the corpse of a giant red russet wolf. As I started to move in closer I was again disturbed by the sudden chanter of " My Jacob, My Jacob, My Jacob."
I removed Nessie's hand from my cheek and clearly began to understand her worrisome behaviour. She must of overheard my discussion with the pack over the "Volturi acquaintance" before I left, and was fearing that I wasn't going to return, as I had yet to wake her to let her know I was home.
To comfort her, I began to run soothing circles against her back. This proceeded with Nessie murmuring in her sleep "mmm… My Jacob."
Sometimes she reminded me so much of her mother it scared me. I remember her mother telling me the same thing in her sleep all those years ago when I had kept her warm from the incoming winter storm. Back then I wanted nothing more than to be able to sleep with Bella in my arms night after night. I remember a time when thoughts of her consumed me. I can remember the painful dreams of her sitting on our porch next to me as we watched our children play. I remember those times being the most painful, and praying for her to return to La Push, leaving the leeches behind.
But as I lay here comfortably next to my wife, I'm glad none of my teenaged prayers had come true. If I had never gone through the agony of falling in love with Bella, only to lose her to the leech, and watching them be happy in their twisted love story, Nessie would not have existed and a world without her in it would simply be unbearable. And because of this, there is nothing I am more grateful for than unanswered prayers.
