as soon as Jacob brought this up in New Moon i knew i would eventually ship it. the whole dynamic of the "supernatural", unwilling love between a teenage werewolf and a two-year-old is just too unique to resist. forgive the plot-related inaccuracies; I'm away from my book and don't remember every detail.

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He loves her- from big, doe eyes to pudgy, little fingers to the scuffed up toes of her shoes. It's the sort of love that borders on obsession; the kind that consumes his every conscious thought and then plagues his subconscious as he vainly attempts to sleep. He watches Claire surreptitiously; stray glances amidst conversation and when walking the long route home. The others notice (he knows they must notice), but it does not deter him. Nothing deters him from watching. Claire remains oblivious toward his affections and he can watch her play and chatter incessantly to her "Auntie Emily" with all the wide-eyed wonder of a toddler.

She will remain two weeks more and then she will return home and it will be Quil all alone- imprinted and without his darling little girl to look upon.

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World, universe, daughter, lover-

Claire seems to age like molasses with no hopes of catching up to him. He sees her once a month (because Emily and Sam feel sorry for him) and she's always the same. Small and pretty, but oh so very young.

Yes, he said he could wait. Could be brother, father, best friend in the whole wide world to an eight year old who still babbles like a toddler. But, it's hardly fair when Jared has his Kim and Sam his Emily and even Jacob is allowed to publicly moon over the loss of his Bella to the dirty bloodsucker across the wood.

He loves her- loves her the way imprinting makes him love her; with all his heart and soul and with every bit of DNA strung along inside of him.

He doesn't care that she's eight fucking years old. He doesn't care that she still stares at him with the same sort of love she does to Sam or Jacob or Embry or that the rest of pack always stare at him with mixed feelings of pity and disgust. She's so, so pretty and she's there, torturing him with her naïve ways.

"I love you, Uncle Quil!" she'll beam, small arms tight about his neck. "Love love love you!"

And, he'll grimace (grin) a tight-lipped "love you" back and she won't notice anything amiss. And, Emily will always be just with eyesight, ever-watchful eyes so, so pitying, but not enough to trust him alone with the little girl.

He's sick with a love not his own that just won't go away, his beating heart ripped free from his chest and unwillingly put in the hands of a child.

-It's just not fair.

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