I usually don't write authors notes at the beginning, but I just wanted to say you don't need to read the first story to understand this, but it would make a lot more sense!


Chapter One – Apparently It Is

My eyes snapped open as I felt someone poking me repeatedly in the torso. Moaning, I ran a hand through my hair. "What, what is it Collin?" I snapped. My mood wasn't very bright considering he decided to wake me up on a freaking Saturday. I heard him stifle a chuckle and became slightly irritated.

Rolling over, my eyes immediately fell upon Collin, an amused look on his face. "Collin, really! It's Saturday! You know that that's my sleep-till-noon day!" I complained to him, my lips pulling into a pout. He laughed again, and pulled me into a hug while kissing me on the forehead sweetly.

I let my head rest against his chest as he shushed me. "Uh, Angie. It's Friday." His tone was careful. I froze immediately, realizing what this meant. "Shit, SHIT, SHIT!" I screeched, throwing the covers back and jumping out of bed quick as hell.

"Urgh, damn it!" I shrieked as I sorted through the pile of clothes on our bedroom floor. Finally I pulled out a reasonable outfit, pulling it on without much thought, it's not like clothes were important in this time of need! I raced into the kitchen, and Collin handed me some pre-made toast.

I quickly started eating the toast without much thought; I knew they still weren't going to get me full, being a werewolf and all… "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I demanded. Guilt clouded Collins face as he shuffled his feet nervously.

"Well, it was just that you looked so beautiful and peaceful when you were sleeping! I didn't want to disturb you." I glared at him for a bit while still managing to eat, something I had mastered long ago.

"You realize how busy I am today? I have to work the morning shift at the bookstore, and then go to the Garage for a few hours to fill in for Emily, following my afternoon shift at the store, and then I have to co-manage the music place with Lola until six!" I yelled in one breath before finishing off the last of my food.

Collin approached a sad expression on his face. "I-I'm so sorry Angie… Can you forgive me?" He pleaded, even more guilt entering his features. I tried to keep up my glare, but eventually caved into his sad expression, DAMN imprinting!

"FINE! You're forgiven! Now, if you'll excuse me, my boss is already on my case, so I have to go." I sighed, kissing his cheek hurriedly. I stormed out the door, rubbing my eyes as I sprinted through the streets.

I was just thankful that La Push was so small, because if not I would seriously get fired from at least one of my jobs, even if three of them were Pack-owned. I pushed the door open, still red in the face.

"Kristopher!" I screeched. Checking my watch, I was relieved to see we were still five minutes until opening. Kris came out of the backroom, annoyance clear on his face.

"Angie, I'm ever so glad you can actually show up semi-on time for work some days." He barked at me.

"Yeah, well at least I come at all, unlike all your prostitutes." I muttered under my breath. He looked at me sharply, his eyebrows raised.

"What was that?" he asked harshly. I gave him a fake smile.

"Nothing!" I said in an assuring voice, I can't afford to lose this job! And my smart-mouth wasn't going to take me anywhere. He shook his head, muttering something under his breath that I couldn't quite make out.

I watched as he went into his own office, rubbing his forehead. I sighed as I realized that I was very close to being fired. Shaking my head, I switched the sign on the door from "closed" to "open" and waited for another boring day to commence.

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Absolutely exhausted, I trudged through the door to our music store, smiling as I heard Lola's nasal voice. "Sir, we don't stock that! Well I don't give a flipping shit if your girlfriend is dying for the album! We don't have flipping albums, this isn't the eighties! If you want it so bad, why don't you reach up your ass and see if it pops out!" I heard her screaming into the line. With relief, I noticed there were no other customers.

Everybody already knew I was sarcastic and rude to customers, but if all of the people working here started to treat the costumers like I did, we were going to get kicked out and I really didn't want to risk it… the Pack needed all the money we could get.

I watched as Lola hung up the phone, a pissed face gracing her features. "Oh, Angie! Sorry, didn't see you there." She muttered, slamming a notebook down on the counter after finishing speaking. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"What was that about?" I asked her. She smiled at me, giggling slightly.

"You won't guess who was on the other line…" she waggled her eyebrows, indicating for me to guess. When I didn't say anything, she let out a huff of annoyance before answering her own question, "Vice Principal Beldhad!" she giggled, clapping her hands. My eyes widened as I sniggered.

"No frigging way!" I exclaimed, laughing also. I guess we could make an exception this one time.

You see, he was our old high school vice principal. Lola and I had been horrible, horrible enemies throughout our years in high school, and in fact hated each other for a year or two after Louis had imprinted on her.

But over time, she and I had become good friends… Best friends, even. We did everything together, from drinking to picking out her baby's names to passing out on each other's couches when our husbands pissed us off, though the latter didn't happen often.

I made her do some of the things, she made me do others. Like picking out baby names, for example. She was three months pregnant with a baby girl, and had decided to name her Jay a while ago, though she is keeping the middle name a secret. I found this incredibly boring.

"Hey, Angie, earth to you!" Lola's voice snapped me out of my thoughts as a customer entered the store. We both put on fake smiles as a middle-aged woman entered the store, two teenagers covered in tattoos and earrings following her. She forced a smile at me, and then turned to Lola.

"Hello, Miss. I was wondering if you had the book called 'The Cleansing of the Mind', by Georgia Ingerald?" she spoke politely, and I could see her kids scowling behind her. I stepped in before Lola could answer.

"No, I'm afraid we don't. Why don't you check your local church… or maybe the hospital? I heard the Psych ward has some interesting reads! Course, it would be hard to turn the pages with those straitjackets…" I trailed off, a smirk on my face. I felt Lola jab her elbow into my shin, but lucky me, I didn't feel a thing.

"Oh goodness, I'm so sorry! But we actually don't carry the book? Is there anything else you wanted?" Lola asked anxiously. The woman shook her head vigorously, glaring at me out of the corner of her eye before rushing out of the store, but I could clearly hear the teenagers laughing quietly to themselves.

"Nice, Angie." Lola said sarcastically, silently fuming. I stared at her, confused.

"What?" I asked. She kept on glaring at me. "What?" I asked again, baffled. She stomped past me, shaking her head.

"Hey! I did those kids a favor, I'm sure she was going to try and convert them or something! She probably thinks there is something wrong with the kids and was already planning to do an exorcisms or something to them!" I said exasperated.

"You're so frustrating." She muttered angrily.

"But you still find me lovable, am I right?" I teased, poking her in the side. She turned to me slowly, trying to keep a mad expression, but eventually sighed, slumping her shoulders as she slapped mine.

"Yes, fine, you're forgiven. Just stop talking to customers; they don't care about your opinion!" She ordered. My lip jutted out as she started to tidy up the shelves, double checking to see if everything was in its place.

"You're so mean!" I called out jokingly.

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I made my way home excitedly after Cassie and Claire showed up, jogging throughout the streets in anticipation. I jumped up the walk, starting to bang on the door as hard as possible. "COLLIN! LET ME THE FUCK IN! I REALLY WANNA HAVE SEX!" I screamed loud as I could. My very amused husband answered the door, a smirk on his face.

"Uh, Angie, you've been living here for eleven years… You have a key, and the door wasn't even unlocked. Why didn't you just come in?" he asked, trying to keep in his laughter. I grinned evilly, hoping onto his chest, wrapping my legs around his waist, I trailed kisses up his jawbone.

"So I could do this…" I whispered, kissing him and smothering my tongue across his chin gently. I could feel him harden underneath me, and giggled, rubbing my soft spot against him. Suddenly, he pulled me off of him, reluctance in his eyes as he slammed the door with his foot, setting me on the floor gently.

"Angie, babe, I'm sorry. We have to go to the Uley's, remember?" he said gently. I crossed my arms, mumbling some curse words under my breath. "Why?" I asked crossly. He chuckled again, brushing a loose strand of my hair behind my ears.

"Because they want to celebrate Janie's birth, remember?" he said slowly, his lips still connected with mine. Moaning, I jumped away, ripping away my work clothes and searching for something nice.

"So how badly is Jesse hurting?" I asked, suddenly remembering something that had occurred at the last of our Pack gatherings while putting on a pair of jeans and a T-shit. A dark looked passed over Collin's face.

"He's really upset. Poor guy, I feel kind of sorry for him. He has such a… troublesome imprint." Collin shook his head as I snorted.

"Look who's talking," I laughed. He frowned at that, scratching his head.

"What do ya mean? You're perfect!" he protested, crossing his arms. I doubled over laughing at that.

"Please, let's not have this argument for the millionth time. I know you think I'm perfect, but it's not true." I smiled, straightening up. His frown deepened as he looked me over.

"Yes, you are. You have quirks, but they're what make you so damn perfect." He pronounced. I rolled my eyes upward.

"Repeat after me," I ordered sweetly, fixing an enticing smile on him. He nodded obediently as I stepped toward him.

"Nobody is perfect,"

"Nobody is perfect," he recited after a second, though his eyes weren't making contact.

"Including Angie." I continued. He was silent. I crossed my arms, glaring. "Collin…" I warned. Finally he huffed, crossing and uncrossing his arms before speaking, "Including Angie." He finally mumbled.

"That's better. Now we better get to Sam and Emily's before they think we're not coming." I said, grabbing his hand and intertwining our fingers as we left the house. Suddenly, I paused, looking at him with worried eyes. "Is Embry coming?" Collin sighed, tightening his grip on my hand.

"Unfortunately, yes, I have to deal with him tonight." Collin frowned, pecking my cheek. I laughed, I just couldn't help it. Despite me technically thirty years old, he was still a protective fool, which everyone found downright ridiculous, but there he would be when we got too steamy, reminding Collin furiously that I was still 'twelve'. Pfft, yeah right buddy.

He had let up considerably though, and it took quite a bit top set him off. We approached the now weathered house, though it still managed to look as cozy as ever.

Through the years, the Pack had still managed to make the Uley home their second home, dropping by at throughout the week to say hi to everyone.

Emily had welcomed everyone with open arms, as always, though she had started mysteriously forgetting to prepare meals for all us hungry werewolves. She would happily cook for you, you just had to remember to supply the food, as the longest used saying in our circle goes, "Money doesn't grow on trees".

We climbed the steps, opening the door as I announced loudly our presence. There was noise and laughter throughout the house, as well as crying, shouts, and pleas to be 'given some damn privacy in this freaking mad house!'

"We're home." I grinned at Collin as Embry and Cassie came tumbling through the hallway, chasing their youngest children Brian and Maggie down the hallway gleefully. Following them were Paul, Jesse, and Marie, Paul yelling at Marie loudly of her recently found smoking and drinking habit, Jesse standing their silently fuming, at Paul or Marie, I'll never know.

I walked into the kitchen, trying not to trip around the various members of my family strewn on the floor and up against the walls.

"Hey, Emily! How's Janie doing? I asked loudly, hoping to be heard above the chaos. She smiled at me, rolling her eyes.

"She's asleep, how I have no idea! But Jack and John are wonderful; they get along wonderfully for an eight year difference! And Jenny is… well, she's Jenny." Emily finished.

Jack and John were a wonderful mix of Emily and Sam, Janie was too young to tell of course, but Jenny… she was Sam through and through. Maybe a bit too much of Sam. As an eight year old, she was awfully quiet, her eyes misted over, her body stiff as a board. She was emotionless and not outgoing at all… Not shy, she just liked to keep to herself; she would rather be alone than socializing, unlike her mother.

Unfortunately, I saw many mother-daughter fights in their future.

I smiled up at Collin as he pulled me in for yet another hug and kiss, something I wasn't complaining about a bit. But quite suddenly, he froze eyes wide as he smelled me.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked quickly, scared for a second. His eyes were wide as he sniffed me.

"Your blood…" he said after a moment. I raised an eyebrow at him, cocking my hands on my hips.

"What about my blood?" I asked him confused. He blinked, seemingly still in shock.

"It doesn't smell right…" he seemed dazed, not quite here.

"Collin, what the hell are you talking about?" I asked, getting frustrated.

"Ang," he said quietly after a second, shock dripping off of his words, "I think you might be pregnant…" My whole body paralyzed, my eyes going wide as possible as a numb feeling took over me.

"But… But I'm a werewolf! Is that even possible?" I whispered, not believing a word he said.

"I didn't think so, but apparently it is."


Heyla people!! Okay, so right off the bat I must say I am excited very much to write this because it should be a lot better written than Never Too Young, one because I've grown as a writer since then, and two because of my wonderful beta, laurazuleta18! This girl is amazing! She writes amazing stories and leaves the best reviews!!

Anyway, I must say that I am going to have to put a LOT of research into this story, including finding information about wolf pregnancies, which is like impossible to find so far, so it would mean bunches if everyone could leave a review!!

Also, I should hopefully have a family tree posted on my profile soon, though for your benefit, I won't add Angie and Collin till the end of the story... hehe!

As always, TwilightHeart21