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This is my first fanfic. I don't know if my author appeared in the Prologue but here it is. It should be there. Gr. It's not. I'm a tad irked now. Anyways, here is how I'm going to try to do things. I will list a song that I'm listening to on you tube while I write each chapter. Usually it will have nothing to do with the story just a song I like. I recommend you listen to it as well, I know my music always gets me warped up into a story. By the way, I'm a huge Fray fan. So don't be surprised if you see a ton of Fray songs. Like the one today. Disclaimers will be listed and I always give kudos to my friends who help me out with each chapter. I hate to sound like an author who beg their readers to review, gets onto hands and knees but PLEASE! I need some ideas. I pinky promise the next authors note will be short.
Song- The Fray - Unsaid
Disclaimer- I don't know anything. Stifles sob
Kudos- Anna and Katie you are my favorite editors. Check out my friend Anna's story. It's called If Only.
This chapter is dedicated to all of you who have added me to your alert list and have reviewed! You have no clue how much your support means to me! My mom thought I was loosing it every time I got an email about someone reviewing or adding me to their alerts list.
Chapter 1 - TwoOne, two. Uno, dos. Un, deux. Eins, Zwei. There was no other way to express her age. She was only two years old. How could I have done this to her? Kids will taunt her on the playground for having a 20 something year old man hanging around her. Parents and other adults will gossip about us wondering if I am a pedophile. The shame it would create for poor Claire. I could personally care less about myself, but her on the other hand . . .
"Tuil!" she yelped, erupting me from my reverie.
Tuil now is my name. Apparently it's difficult for two year olds to say words with "Q" in them.
"TUUUUIIIIIIILLLLL!" she wined.
"Sorry," I grinned sheepishly. She grabbed by hand and encased into her small one. Coolness cascaded forward and hit each part of my hand.
"Where are we going?"
"To get cake!"
"Is it a chocolate cake?" I asked knowing full well what the answer will be, I had helped Emily bake it for Claire.
"Yes!" Excitement was bubbling from her. Chocolate anything immediately became her friend. Passing a chair with a light purple sweater draped over it I stopped Claire.
"Here," I said as I gently tugged the sweater over her head.
"Tuil. . ." She whined. Smiling, I shook my head.
"You're cold you should keep it on." Grumbling she walked into the kitchen where Emily was awaiting her. Her mom nodded at me pleased that Claire wouldn't be sick tomorrow. Claire's mom has been great about this whole thing, but I'm waiting for her to snap the second the whole thing processes. Emily scooped her little niece into a huge hug.
"Happy Birthday Claire!" Sam and her having been trying to have kids. Sometimes you could see the yearning in her eyes whenever she saw Claire and her sister Anne interact together. She would be a great mom.
"Put her into the high chair, please Quil." She slid tiny Claire into my grasp and I buckled her into the chair. Suddenly I whipped my head toward Emily, she just pulled the cake from the refrigerator. I licked my lips hungry. The rest of the pack came bounding into the kitchen and huddled around the table. Anne and Cole, Claire's parents walked behind them still marveling at the packs size and speed. Chuckling to myself I grabbed a seat next to Claire. Kim and Lisa both Jared and Paul's imprints walked in talking amiably about shoes or clothes or whatever. Like I care. Kim sat on Jared's lap and snuggled into his chest as he pecked her cheek. Lisa kissed Paul and then stood behind him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. I looked toward Claire and wiped the milk mustache that had developed on her face. For now, I was Claire's brother but soon it will be different. 14 years to be exact. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. 14 years until I get to be what I was made to be for her.
What do you think? Does it sound like Quil? Happy Easter if you celebrate! Should I skip a few years until she's 5 or keep going year by year? Let me know!