Sitting there alone, I felt more alone then ever. Sam left me, Jacob doesn't care about me, my bother is married now.... I have nothing...

A knock on the door woke me up from my sorrow.... GOD WHO COULD PASSABLY BE HERE? I asked myself.

I opened the door and I saw Quill standing there.

"Hey, Leah." He said.

"Hi, Quill.... May I ask.. Why are you here?" I asked. He laughed.

"I just wanted to see you. You haven't been around lately." He said. I laughed.

"Well... What is the point in bringing the whole world's mood down?" I asked. He sighed.

"Leah. What is going on here?" He asked. "Why have you not been at any pack meetings or anywhere ever?" He asked, frowning.

"I don't want to make you guys suffer for my pain anymore..." I looked into his eyes. "Come on in." I said. We walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. "I don't want for you guys to have to feel my pain. I don't want to bring people down anymore." I told him, he took my hand and I frowned. "Remember you have a mate." He laughed.

"She is three years old." He told me. "We will never be mates. We will never be more than just friends. I am to old for her. And she should have the opportunity to date and choose who she wants." He told me, holding my hand sweetly.

"Quill." I moaned.

"Not everyone hates you." He told me. "I don't." He said. I was looking down at our hands, but then I looked up at him and his face was closer to mine than I had thought.

"This is wrong." I told him

"No, it isn't. I am giving her a choice. You can have one too." He smiled. "Do you want me?" He asked, smiling more beautifully than I had ever seen his face.

I looked into his eyes and saw he was being serious.

"Yes." I said. He kissed me and my hands tangled into his hair.

"Leah Clearwater. What are you doing?" I heard Sam say.

I turned around and he gasped. "Leah. Your pregnant?" He asked. He took my glass and threw it at the wall..

"Yes." I answered.

He frowned.

"Who's the father?" He asked, looking angry.

I frowned.

"Quill."