Two short stories in one day (well, morning for me). Third time's a charm with this one.
Shoutout to my Beta reader, Libbylou1201. If you're a fan of Paper Towns by John Greene or you've read the book, Libby has written an alternate ending to it that I think is good yet sad.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns The Twilight Saga.
The guys came rolling in through the back door just as I was putting down a second plate of jumbo-sized chocolate chip muffins on the table.
"Mm, muffins," Paul grinned, sitting down and reaching out for one. I slapped his hand. He pulled it away, rubbing it with his other as if I had actually caused him pain. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Wait until the children are served," I rebuked him, gesturing to my and Jake's twins, Samuel and Sarah, who were sitting in their booster seats, licking their lips while they stared longingly at the muffins. "Last night when you boys came over for dinner, they had to go to bed still hungry because you all eat like a pack of wolves, no pun intended."
"You can't really blame us," Embry, sitting down next to Paul, said. "It's who we are after all." The others nodded their heads in agreement.
I glared at them. "Actually, I can. Because of all of you, I had to deal with two hungry, crying four-year-olds," I scolded, placing a muffin each on Sam and Sarah's plates, along with the rest of their breakfast of bacon and eggs. They devoured it within seconds, afraid their uncle Paul, who was sitting closest to them, might pounce on them.
"We're sorry, Bella," Quil said, sounding as though he genuinely meant it. "We promise next time we'll wait until the children are served before we help ourselves."
"No," I heard a growl from behind me and couldn't help but jump a little as an arm snaked around my waist. I hadn't even heard Jake come in. He's really sneaky, that guy. "What you'll do is not eat like a pack of wolves when there are children present."
"Yes, sir," the boys replied in near perfect unison. Jake must have used his "Alpha voice" with that command because that meant that none of them could deny his orders.
He turned to me and leaned down, pressing his lips softly to mine while placing both his hands on my hips. We ended up making out right there in front of the wolf pack and the twins, my angry mood dispersing. We could hear the sounds of wolf whistles and catcalls and I tried to pull away, feeling a bit awkward, but Jake kept a firm, yet gentle hold on me.
"Morning," he whispered, beginning to pepper my face and neck with light kisses.
"Mmm, morning," I whispered back, closing my eyes as I tilted my head back, giving him more access to my neck.
"Ahem," I opened them and we turned to find Paul's hands covering Sam and Sarah's eyes while the others grinned at us. "And maybe you shouldn't do that when there are children present," he teased us, a look of mirth in his eyes like maybe he would continue the teasing toward Jake later.
I nuzzled my face against Jake's bare chest in embarrassment and listened as it rumbled with laughter. We joined the others at the table and enjoyed a nice breakfast as a family. A pack family.
You're probably wondering, "Where are the pack's imprints? They're part of the family too." In this story, Jake was the first to imprint on someone.