Author's Note: And in comes Chapter 4! Quil is such a romantic! And isn't Claire adorable? Oh, and here we get a little peek at Embry's POV. Reviews are amazing! ;)

CPOV

When I woke in the morning, it took me a second to remember what had happened the previous night. Had Quil and I really confessed our feelings for each other? I sat up and stretched, yawning. A notecard sat on my bedside table, and even from a distance, I could see that it was Quil's messy scrawl.

"Claire," it read, "Yes, it was real. Love, your Quil." I smiled, looking at the last line again. Your Quil.

Throwing on jeans and a t-shirt, I stuffed my notebook and pencils into my bag and hooked it over my shoulder. My mom sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and skimming the newspaper.

"Hi, honey," she yawned, lifting her arm for a hug. I leaned in, kissing her on the cheek.

"'Morning, Mom." I continued through the kitchen to the foray.

"Hey," she called, "where are you going? Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" I peeked back through the doorway to the kitchen.

"Quil's house. And I promise I'll eat there," I replied. "It's Saturday - Embry always makes pancakes." She sighed.

"Okay," she conceded, "be careful. Tell the boys I say 'hi'."

"I will!" I yelled back. "Love you, Mom! Bye!" I raced out the door.

EPOV

There was a small knock on the door, and a second later, Claire appeared, bag in hand and grin plastered to her face.

"Yo, Claire-bear, what's up?" I reached over to hug her small frame.

"Oh, nothing much," she answered. "Where's Quil?" Claire hung her bag over the back of a chair and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"I think he had patrols this morning," I mused, flipping the oversized pancakes I was making.

At that moment, the backdoor slammed, and a shirtless Quil waltzed in. He spotted Claire and smiled.

"Hey." Quil's face lit up as he went over to hug her and place a kiss on her cheek. I looked at him weirdly for a second. Did he always do that? I got my answer when he slid his hand down to meet hers, lacing their fingers together. I stared, and Claire blushed, looking up at Quil.

"W-when did this happen?" I stuttered. "And why didn't anyone tell me?" I frowned at Quil. Some friend he was.

He chuckled. "Always dramatic. For your information, 'this' happened last night, and you would have known if you would have gone on patrols like you were supposed to this morning."

"I-I-Someone had to make the pancakes!" I replied defensively, mock glaring at my housemate.

"Um, speaking of which…" Claire inputted, "I think they're burning."

"No, but seriously," I reiterated to both of them, "it's about damn time. I mean, finally!" We sat around the table, Claire and Quil close together, eating breakfast. Now that they were finally together, it was almost sickening how cute they were. They rolled their eyes at me.

"So, how many people know?" Claire asked, bumping Quil playfully with her elbow.

He shrugged. "Jake, which means Nessie probably knows, which means that the Cullens probably know; Seth and Leah; Jared, who will undoubtedly tell Kim; and Paul, which means Rachel."

"So…pretty much the whole pack minus Uncle Sam and Aunt Emily," Claire clarified, counting off the number of people on her fingers.

"I'm sure they know by now," Quil answered honestly. "Now I'm just waiting for Sam to break down my door."

When Claire's father died, her only living relatives left were her mother's in-laws, Sam and Emily. The couple had graciously become very involved in both their nieces' lives, and Sam had taken on a fatherly figure, especially for Claire. Although he accepted Quil's imprint on her, Sam was still extremely protective, and I would not be surprised if he decided to come marching in when their relationship turned romantic.

"Don't worry, Quil," Claire reassured him. "If anything, I think we have to worry about both our mothers." Quil chuckled nervously at the thought.

The two widows, Joy and Faith, became best friends when Faith moved her kids down to La Push. Together, they worked through Faith's grief over her husband, and Joy listened with an understanding compassion. They did everything together, from laundry to grocery shopping, and they teased their kids mercilessly about one another. When the two moms found out that their children were finally together, they would go crazy.

"When do you think we should tell them?" he inquired. "We might as well sit them both down together. Otherwise, we'll have to go through the squealing twice, and you know that if we told one, she would call the other anyway." Claire laughed knowingly and nodded.

"That is true," she conceded.

QPOV

I still hadn't told Claire about the imprint, and I didn't know when I'd get the right chance again. I felt guilty from keeping the truth from her through the years, and I knew I had to figure out a way to tell her.

Our mothers sat on my mom's front porch, sipping iced tea, and chatting away. They waved as we approached, and I looked at Claire, who waved back. Lacing our hands together, she nodded, and we made our way up the walkway.

"Hey, kid-" my mom stopped mid-sentence to smack Faith's arm. "Faith! Faith! Look! Are you seeing the same thing I'm seeing? Does this mean-are you guys?" Faith's mouth dropped, and she stared at Claire, incredulous.

"Claire Mary Anne Young," she scolded, "you-this morning-why didn't you tell me?!" Claire reddened and shrugged sheepishly.

"I-I-" she stuttered.

"We wanted to tell both of you together," I interjected, smiling. Claire gave me a grateful look. "So, yes, Mom, this does mean we are together." The two women looked at each other, smirking.

"Didn't I tell you this would happen soon?" Mom teased Faith.

"Oh, please, Joy," Faith fired back, "we both knew this day was coming!" Again, they both stared at us before squealing. Claire and I exchanged sympathetic looks. At least they didn't hate the idea of us…or hate each other.