Hello my beautiful lap cushions, yes I am continuing this story as per your request. In case you didn't read my last Announcement, which I'm sure most of you didn't, I have a new Twitter: mrsnonamewriter where you can tweet me using #lapcushionsubmit to suggest a new couple. Since I don't know many fandoms other than Twilight and Harry Potter, I may not use your suggestion. But I will do my best. Since I know that most of you won't read this, I'm also putting it in my endnote. For all you peeps who don't read until it's a certain number of words, don't sweat. If you don't read until a few months after the end of the story, it's okay. This hashtag doesn't have an expiration date. I'm the same way; I won't read a story it has 20k+ unless I just want a quick lemon or two. In 6 months it'll be there, in 1 year it'll be there. Don't worry.

If you've read my other stories, a few of them have songs. I'm incredibly tempted to have Bella sing a few songs that I've found that describe her early childhood perfectly. It's a warning and a possible addition in the future.

Disclaimer: Do I have to keep saying that SM own it and not me? I'm almost getting as melodramatic as Bella when Edward left cause not owning it means that most of these won't get published *sobs quietly in the corner*.

EDITED: 2/16/18

Chapter 3

Bella's POV

The last few days have passed uneventfully since I've woken up. I've met a few new wolves and seen Embry and Quil for what feels like the first time, even though I know that I've hung out with them more than once. Shifting has changed them, though; they seem more content. I guess they really needed the family that the pack provided. I haven't met the guy who graciously let me crash in his bed while I was passed out. According to Sam, his name's Jared and he got the late night patrols and has been sleeping at Sam's place. I've tried to convince Sam that I would be fine at his house, so Jared could have his back. Sam wouldn't have any of that, though.

Currently, I'm laying on the guy's - Jared's - couch lengthwise. Sam has restricted me to couch or bed only. He's even made Embry help me around the house. I feel sorry for him, but he doesn't complain. He's incredibly sweet to do this for me, even though both he and I know I don't need it, it's still nice to be cared for... for once. I physically shake myself out of those memories - they aren't good for me and I won't let myself dwell on them. It's a dangerous and dark road to go down; my early years aren't something I ever like to visit. They're full of pain and loneliness. Instead, I focus on what's going on around me. Embry's in the kitchen looking for food, typical, and no one else is here. He seems to enjoy spending time with me as much as I enjoy time with him. We have a nice, easy, tentative friendship; it's slow growing but it's there.

"Hey, Em," I call out to the kitchen, "wanna go do something?" I tilt my head back so I'm looking at the doorway between the two rooms, though it's upside down.

"You know we can't, Bell," I can see a tiny sliver of his back. He must be in the fridge.

"But why?" I whine loudly, imitating a child nearing a temper tantrum. I can hear his chuckle from here, I must be a riot for him to chuckle loud enough for my poor human non-supernatural ears to hear him.

"Do I need to remind you how many ways I'll be killed if you even get up without my help?"

"My guess is thirteen," I smile, trying not to laugh.

"Haha, very funny," I can hear sarcasm thickly coating his tone, and decide to have fun.

"But you didn't laugh," I start whimpering, trying to get him to break. I hear an incredibly sarcastic laugh. "Fine I'll just get up and go walk around outside." I can hear him flounder in the kitchen and see him rushing out, ready to stop me. That sends me into hysterical laughter.

"Not funny," Embry grumbles, sitting in a chair near me.

"Very funny," I manage to rasp after laughing. I turn so I'm facing him. "I'm bored," I announce after a few minutes of comfortable silence, "entertain me."

Immediately, he pulls a face that makes him incredibly constipated. That sends me into another fit of laughter that results in me falling off the couch. Embry is at my side in an instant helping me up.

"Leave me on the floor it's so much more comfortable," I've been complaining a lot more lately, but that's what they get for keeping me like this. I know Paul's sick of it and he'll break soon. I just hope it's not only he and I when that happens. I don't wanna be around him when he's pissed.

Embry objects but I shoot him a cold look and he lets me lay where I fell, backing up with his hands held high. That makes me laugh softly; Embry looks genuinely terrified of 100 pound me. He dwarfs me in every way and he still seems scared. He scowls at me when I don't stop. I'm physically holding my sides and rolling over. I don't hear anyone come in, but I hear another voice after a few minutes.

"What did you do?" I crack an eye open to be met with Sam standing next to Embry, both looking down at me confused.

"I-I think I broke her..." Embry looks worried and scared, not knowing what's going on and if he caused anything.

Both their looks make me laugh even harder. I roll back and hit my but on the couch; I must've spun around quite a bit. Looking up again, Sam appears quite mad. That sobers me up quickly and I sit up.

"How was patrol?" I leans back against the couch catching my breath. Embry looks like he's seconds away from laughing. That makes me laugh. Catching Sam's eye I turn it into a cough.

"What the fuck happened?" Woah, he isn't happy.

"IfellandglaredathimandhebackedawayanditwassofunnythatIlaughed..." (I fell and glared at him and he backed away and it was so funny that I laughed...) I say in one breath. Sam must've heard because I can tell he's trying not to smile. I give him the same glare that I graced Embry with. That's what tips him over the edge. He has to lean against Embry for support, who appears to be doing the same with Sam. I crawl over to them, obviously unnoticed, and pulls at a leg each, causing them to tumble back into a tangled mess on the floor. This sends me into another fit. It takes us a while before we calm down. By then I'm leaning against Sam, whose feet are in Embry's face.

"Sam, you're great and all.. but your feet smell like shit," I would laugh at that, but I've laughed so much already that I don't think I can for a long time. That is, until Jake and barrels through the door with Quil hot on his heels. They cower behind Sam, saying he needs to hide them. I'm confused as to the reason why until Paul comes through the door looking ready to kill. I make eye contact with Embry and Sam, then we dissolve into a fit of laughter.

Sam stops when he sees Paul shaking and glaring at the idiots behind us. "Paul, calm down," he uses his Alpha voice, but I can tell it isn't working.

"Paul get the fuck out of the house!" I yell at him, positively enraged, though I have no idea why. That causes him look like someone kicked his puppy, and he runs outside just in time before bursting into a furry dog.

I make my way back over to the couch and lay down, thoroughly exhausted. The other four have yet to move. I curl up on the couch, ready for a nap, when I hear Jake mumble, "what the actual fuck?"

I pay no mind to any of them and close my eyes, ready for the oblivion that awaits me. I'm not disappointed; within minutes I'm hanging out with the pack at first beach. I smile in my sleep and let the dream whisk me away.

Bam! That was a filler chapter, I'm sorry that it was short. Don't kill me! It will get good soon I promise. Follow me on twitter mrsnonamewriter for story updates as well as updates for my account in general. Don't forget to tweet a couple for me to write about using #lapcushionsubmit and I'll write it, maybe. I don't know a lot of fandoms... sorry.

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