A/N: Okay, so this is mainly for my Claire, and is a one shot...unless anyone wants me to continue? LOVE YOU CLAIRE! Lee-Lee


I opened my eyes, staring at that inoffensive little stick.

"I'm going to faint," I muttered to myself, clinging to the smooth counter and fighting off vertigo and nausea. Once I was sure I could handle it, I opened my eyes.

It was still there.

I slid down and sat on the floor, shaking a little. My purse was among the wrappings from the pharmacy in Hoquiam. I hadn't got the guts to go to the one in town, even though Embry's mom probably wouldn't have said anything. I could have always passed it off as one for Leah, who was in a sulking baby-less mood again.

I grabbed my bag and dug through the pile of meaningless crap, searching for my phone. I finally overturned the stupid bag, dumping lipstick, an old job application, and, fucking finally my phone. He was on morning patrol, so he should be at his house.

Ring.

Ring.

Ri---

"Claire? What's up?"

"Quil, could you come over?" I squeaked.

"What's wrong?" he said. I could picture his face crinkling as he took in my tone. "Claire, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"For now," I muttered, staring at the pregnancy test in my hand.

"I'll be there in twenty," he said gravely. "I'm sorry, I'll try to get out of it. My grandpa's got me unloading a new couch."

"It's cool, Quil. Love ya, bye."

I hung up and burst into tears.

We'd only been going out for four months. Sure, we'd been best friends since forever, but this relationship was a new thing. It's not like he was a total flake, but what if he didn't want me or my baby? Our baby. A new wave of tears covered my cheeks. I'd had that terrible breakup with Tristan, and I was...well, pretty much a slut before that, but Quil was the one I'd actually lost my virginity to. We just felt so right together, so I guess I rushed things. I loved him, I really did, and he loved me too.

But would he be prepared for this? Well, prepared was a stupid word for it, I wasn't prepared either. I was only eighteen, not even out of high school. But I know Tristan would have cut and run if we'd done it and I was pregnant, no matter how much he said he loved me before. He would have maybe bribed a sympathy fuck out of me, then walked out the door without a backwards glance. But Quil...

I just wasn't sure. He loved me and he wasn't someone who would leave. But was he willing to make this commitment? The way he looked at me sometimes told me yes, but...

I just...wasn't...sure.

When he burst in, I hadn't moved, sitting in the scattered remains of the contents of my purse holding my pregnancy test. He went immediately to my side, kissing my tear tracks before he saw the test in my hand. He looked at it, cocking his head. I watched him as his brain slowly processed it. His face went from blank to confused to heavy to serious. He rocked back on his heels, leaning against the bathroom counter.

"Oh, Claire," he said, his voice cracking.

I was cried out. I looked at him with somber, sad eyes.

He wrapped his arms around me again, and I accepted him for a minute before pushing him away so I could see his face.

"What do you think?" I said, staring at his face. My heart was pumping, my cheeks flushed, but I couldn't stop looking at him.

"I think our baby is going to be perfect," he said, cradling my face. He smiled. My brain went blank in shock.

"You're---but I'm---just like that? You're sure? How is that possible?"

"Because Claire, I'm meant to be with you." His wide, honest brown eyes reached into my soul. "I've got a story for you. Once upon a time, there was a werewolf. He wasn't exactly a player---" I snorted--- "But he thought that he knew up from up and down from down and how the world worked---even if he was a giant fluffy dog. And then, a princess swept into town. And then, there wasn't anything that mattered in his life except for her." I stared at him, my heart pumping even faster. "You know how Sam and Emily are? How Sam can't do anything that will hurt her? How he's devoted to her completely?" He stared at me softly. "That's called imprinting. It's the way that we find who our soul mates are. Who we need to be with."

I smiled at him, my eyes shining with happy tears. He continued, putting one hand in mine.

"I love you so much. I'm always going to be here, with you, forever. I'll be here to take care of you, I'll be here every morning when you wake up and think you're not the most beautiful woman on earth. I'll carry you across the door when I marry you. I'll be the one whose hand you hold when our baby is born."

I couldn't stand it anymore.

I leaned over and kissed him.

"I love you," I whispered into his lips. "So much."

"I love you, Claire," he moaned.


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