Howdy.
Soooo...I'm seriously and terribly sorry for the excruciating wait I've put all you fine readers through, (look at me sounding all professional) but I had finals and a whole lot of crap to deal with sooo...writing took the lower end of my priorities for a while. But I'm back, with a pathetically short chapter, but my story, which is actually Quil and Claire, starting when Claire is about 14, will be up within the next day or two...promise.
Till then, love to all you who reviewed...I don't own these two "lovers" they're all Stephenie Meyers. I wish I owned a werewolf. I'd buy it a sparkly collar. :)
p.s. Judy doesn't like Quil very much. Just so's you's knows.
Claire was green. Sure, Quil was no expert on babies and their color changes; but he was pretty sure green shouldn't be one on the baby spectrum. Maybe he shouldn't have let her go on the Tilt-a-Whirl three times after eating half of his corn dog, but she'd done the turn-a-grown-man-into-a-weeping-pansy sobbing act; so it really wasn't his fault. He hadn't had a choice.
He hadn't even bothered putting her into her car seat on the drive home, just held her in his lap while he drove with one hand. Maybe it wasn't as safe for her but it sure as hell made him feel better.
"Oh man," he groaned, holding her tiny three year old head in one hand as he dialed her mother's cell phone number, just praying that Judy was in a good mood.
"Quiw, I feew icky." Claire's little voice was weak and raspy and sent his heart into awkward palpatations. How did you let this happen you idiot!
"I know Claire Bear, hang on."
He set Claire down in her crib as he scuttled around waiting for her mother to answer.
"Hello?" Judy's voice was high, almost anxious; not a good sign. Oh crap.
"Hey Judy, it's Quil I uh, have a question." His voice was shaking and he almost kicked himself for it. Why was he so scared of this woman? He was a six foot six werewolf, and she was a five foot three mom in a power suit…the odds were in his favor.
In every subject but Claire that is.
"Can it wait? I've got a meeting in five minutes."
"It's Claire," he started, his heart speeding up when he heard her breath catch in her throat. "I think she's sick."
"What. Did. You. Do."