Chapter 1 bonus
A/N: I don't own Twilight...SM does.
This is just a little idea that wouldn't let me go. It's 3:00 am and i just had to get this out. As you know at the end of Can't fight the moonlight and Something Inside Emily sadly passed away. This is a look into a future for Sam without his imprint. Can he find love after imprinting or is it to late for him? Is this new person just as broken as Sam? Can they heal each other? Those are the questions I asked myself and came up with this. Tell me if you like it and if it's worth continuing.
If you haven't read my other stories please do. They all intertwine together and a lot of what goes on you won't understand without reading those first.
My twilight universe:
I'm a Believer
Can't Fight The Moonlight
Something Inside
Art of Love
American Honey
Side pieces:
Slept so long Without you
Ojos Asi (Eyes Like Yours)
SPOV:
I stand at the cliffs and stare out into the cold gray sky. The serene iciness of mother nature matched what I had been feeling inside lately. One year. One year exactly to the day I lost my soul mate. The one woman put on this earth to complete me. The one wolf girl to bear the scars of our life together. The one I found harder and harder to live without. Emily. My Emily.
The cancer had taken her swiftly and I was grateful that she hadn't suffered much in the end. I would have gladly followed her to the other side but my darling imprint made me promise to hold on. To hold on for our daughter and our grandchildren. To hold on to everything she wouldn't be here for. She promised that she would be watching over our family with our son Rafe by her side. I promised her I would hold on not being able to deny her anything. I would move heaven and earth if she had wanted me to just to see her smile.
That promise was the only reason I was still going on without her. It was the only reason I lingered half a man in a world she was not apart of. I take one last look at the rose colored horizon and sigh at the emptiness that seems to increase inside me with each passing day. "Emily." I whisper her name softly like a sacred prayer murmured thousands of times. This is how I end each day before heading back to the barren cold house that once was our home.
I walk half halfheartedly into the well worn kitchen that use to be her sanctuary. If I breathe deep enough I can still smell the faint hint of clove honey that was so uniquely her. I can hear the back screen door slam shut and I turn to see my grandson Raul stumbling in. So much like his father that it pains me to look at him at times. Lately he's been coming here drunk off his ass because his twin brother R.J. Imprinted on the girl he was in love with. God, I wish Em were here right now. She would know exactly what to say to take he's pain away. All I could offer was a warm bed and a hot cup of coffee in the morning.
"Let's go kid. We've got an early morning tomorrow." I say dragging Raul up the stairs to his father's old room. I toss him down on his stomach and leave him to sleep it off. I'll call Sienna in the morning and talk to her about a way to deal with Raul and his issues. I head to my room and silently strip down to my boxers. I slowly climb into bed and clutch her pillow to my chest. I inhale deeply letting her sweet honey scent lull me into a dream less sleep. I need all the rest I can get. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
The next morning....
Charlie finally sold his house now that he was getting older. He had already been living with his wife Sue for some time now and he finally felt ready to sell and the new owner needs some help fixing it up. Charlie gave the new owner the number to my construction business and Brady convinced me to get out of my home office and get back into working in the field. Since Charlie is family I couldn't say no. At least with Raul staying with me I could get him to help and hopefully take his mind off of R.J.'s imprinting.
It was eight am and I hustled a hungover Raul out the door quickly. I practically tossed the kid into my black truck and sped my way to the old Swan residence. Today I would do an estimate and go over floor plans. Sounds simple enough but with some owners it could be days sometimes weeks to figure out what they wanted. Raul glares at me while I park my truck on the street. "Look, Raul you can stay in here for now but once we start the build you will be working. Got it?" I ask sternly the old alpha tone still lacing my words. "Sure, sure pops." Raul grumbles and leans his head back and closes his eyes.
I get out of the truck still graceful as the first time I phased, which was almost thirty years ago. I'm heading into my fifties but because of all the phasing my aging has been slowed. I look more like I'm in my late thirties, early forties. Alice says I look more distinguished with the few laugh lines I've acquired and the salt and pepper my hair has grown into. It doesn't even matter. It's not like I have anyone I want to impress now a days. I'm fully content to live out the rest of my days as a grieving widower.
I knock on the front door. I hear a muffled voice yell for me to wait a second. I rub the back of my neck with my hand as I wait for the door to be answered. I feel oddly apprehensive for some reason. I'm not really a people person. Brady is always the one to meet and greet with clients. People just gravitate to him. I like to get my hands dirty and the hard work distracts me from my thoughts of Emily.
The door is swung open swiftly and the scent of honey hits me full forced. It's not the sweet clove honey of Emily. It's familiar but with a hint of sage mixed with the sweet smell. "Hi." Says the smiling woman standing at the door. She has to be no more than thirty years old at best. I clear my throat quickly trying not to seem like a creep for staring at her. It's been a long time since I last noticed a female. Everything about her screams honey. The soft golden brown of her hair, the fresh spun honey color of her eyes, the sun-kissed honey tone of her skin and her sage and honey scent. She's short and curvy and looks naturally beautiful in a plain white t and dark blue jeans and white sneakers. "Hi." I say back roughly. My mouth has suddenly gone dry.
"You must be Mr. Uley. I'm Sofia Burgos. I'm the new owner. Chief Swan highly recommended you." Sofia says sweetly her voice low and raspy. She extends her tiny hand and I shake it delicately not wanting to hurt her. "Nice meeting you Mrs. Burgos." I say awkwardly. I feel like some middle school kid. "Call me Sofia." She says a small smile playing on her full lips. I notice that the top one is slightly larger than the bottom. "Your hand is hot. Really hot. Are you sick?" She asks concernedly while practically dragging me into the house.
"Uhh...no. I always run a little warmer than most. It's a genetic thing." I say hoping she buys the crap story the pack has been spouting for the past thirty years. "Huh...fascinating. I've never heard that before." Sofia says just as a bouncing ball of energy comes barreling into the living room. "Whoa...your a giant." The tiny girl with a head full of unruly black curls and the same large honey colored eyes as Sofia says eying me carefully. "Olivia...you know better not to talk to adults that way." Sofia scolds the little girl who couldn't be more than five years old. "Sorry mama. Sorry mister." Olivia says pouting effortlessly.
"Sam. You can call me Sam." I say flashing a soft grin at the adorable little girl wearing a pair of jeans and a baseball jersey. She grins widely at me. "Go watch TV sweetie while mommy talks to Sam about fixing our new house." Sofia says softly to Olivia. "Ohhh....I want a purple room. Member that Sam." Olivia says over her shoulder as she runs towards the TV as if her mother will change her mind any second.
"She's cute." I say as I follow Sofia into the kitchen. After all these years it's still the same. The faded yellow cupboards have seen better days. "She can be a handful but I wouldn't have her any other way. She keeps me on my toes." Sofia says as she fixes a cup of coffee. "Would you like some?" She asks gesturing to the machine. "No...thank you. I just had a thermos full not so long ago." I say a little awkwardly. I haven't been this unsure of myself since freshman year in high school right before I asked Leah on a date. "OK. Let's get down to business." She says taking a seat at the small round table. I take a seat next to her but not to close.
"So what exactly are you looking for?" I ask taking out a note pad so I can jot down some ideas. "I love the feel of this place so I don't want to do too much. Just freshen it up. You know....like an upgrade without taking away from the natural charm." Sofia says with a wistful smile. "I think we can do that. Nothing too drastic then." I say mulling over what would be a good fit for her. "I don't need much space. It's just me and Olivia. I just want her room to be expanded a little, so she can grow into it." Sofia says and takes a deep sip from her mug.
"Sounds good. I'll head to the office and draw up some blue prints and then we can go from there. You have the final say in everything." I say writing down a few things before I forget them. Then a stray thought hits me. Esme. She lives for this kind of thing and I've worked with her a few times before. I'll have to give her a call and see if she can swing by and meet with Sofia. "You know I have a family friend that is amazing with architecture. Restoring houses is a passion for her. She has a simple clean style. I'll give her a call and see if she can meet with you sometime this week." I say suddenly feeling the need to make this the best house I've ever built.
"Thanks. That sounds perfect." Sofia says the excitement clear in her honey eyes. We go over a few more things and then I leave and head back to my place to work out of my home office. The rest of the day I feel a little lighter. The gray in my life is just a little less gray and I can take a breath without feeling like I'm going to burst out of my skin and into my black wolf self. This is a good day. That's how I manage my sanity, by days. Good day, bad day, OK day. Today was definitely a good day.
A/N: Please Review. This story is partly inspired by the Lady Antebellum song American Honey. For some reason that song just kept playing over and over in my head as I was writing this. It's all about going back to a simpler time and finding yourself again. I like that. Next Up Sam learns more about Sofia and starts to feel a little stir of emotions towards her he hasn't felt in a long time.