Title: Gloaming
Author: Readingmama/Vampiremama
Beta: AcrossTheSkyInStars

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

Continuity: AU
Rating: M for sexual situations and violence.

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Chapter 5

BPOV

Over the next couple of weeks it was hard not to notice my son sprouting up right before my eyes. In just a small amount of time he had surpassed Jake's height and was well above six feet. Like any concerned mother, I did internet research. Apparently the average teenage boy would grow eleven inches in the course of their puberty. Said puberty takes anywhere from two to four and a half years. So why had Quil grown eight inches in two weeks? My findings were inconclusive so I decided that the best course of action was to take Quil to the doctor.

Jake seemed to be just as worried as I was. Quil had been in a fair amount of pain over his accelerated growth. He usually didn't say much about it but I could see him stretching his body out, working the kinks. The thing was, it wasn't just height he had been building; his muscles seemed to be developing as well. I knew my son well enough to know that he spent most of his time reading and not pumping iron. If there was such a gene that could get you into shape without exercising he sure didn't get it from me.

I made an appointment with the family physician in La Push. We had been there a few times when Quil was younger but once Rebecca was born we had taken to bringing them to Forks mostly. Unfortunately, our regular doctor was on vacation so I had to resort to Dr. Hobson. The man must have been a hundred years old and I was pretty sure he still used leeches in his practice but I hoped that he would be able to at least identify what might be wrong with Quil.

"Mom, I'm okay really. I don't need to miss school for this," Quil whined. I was pretty sure that his new physique had garnered some attention from the girls at school because we had been having a lot of hang ups lately.

"Quil, we have already talked about this. I just want you to see the doctor. If he says that everything is normal then I'll drop it."

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and I wished for the days when he was my sweet boy and not this ball of developing testosterone.

The small office smelled of formaldehyde and dust. The waiting area was brighter than I expected from the state of the outside. The magazines on the stand in the corner had seen more action than they should have. One appeared to have a green mucus-like substance on it. The chairs were the same ones I remembered from the last time we had come. Old looking, with hideous fabric and had possibly been thrown up in a few times. At least I hoped that was puke, I didn't want to consider the other option. I checked us in at the reception desk but decided to stand. Quil made a move to sit down but I grabbed his arm and shook my head. The last thing we need was for him to come in about growth spurts and leave with a growth.

I learned that a half hour is a long time to stand but luckily the elderly woman working the front desk called us in. "Dr. Hobson will see you now." Quil knew better than to try and stop me from following.

"How are you doing today, Quil?" the doctor asked pulling his clipboard out of the slot on the door.

"Fine," Quil said curtly. I glared at him; he had better manners than that. I knew, I raised him.

"So what seems to be the matter?" he inquired, shuffling over to the examination table that Quil had perched himself on. He seemed rather uninterested in us as he kept his eyes on his chart.

"I've just have a big growth spurt…"

"He has grown eight inches in two weeks," I finished.

"Eight inches?" The doctor said shocked. He looked up and I nodded.

"And are there any other symptoms?" He was most definitely interested in us now.

"Well, I've never done any sit-ups," Quil said lifting his shirt to show off a six pack.

"Oh my," Dr. Hobson replied gawking at my son. He looked back down to his clipboard and scribbled something furiously.

"So do you know what's wrong? What would cause that? It's not like some kind of exotic exercising tape worm is it?" I asked.

"Mom!" Quil said, clearly embarrassed by me.

"No, nothing like that," he reassured, still writing. "I don't think there is anything to worry about. Sometimes these types of things happen."

"That's it?" I asked incredulously. He didn't seem to think it was nothing to worry about. That was a lot of writing over nothing.

"Afraid so," he replied, closing the file and attaching it back to the clipboard. His tone made it clear that this conversation was over.

I huffed, feeling like maybe I should have taken Quil into Forks to see a doctor, there had to have been another option. The doctor left the room and Quil hopped down from the table.

"Are you happy now?" he asked smugly.

"Don't be rude," I replied and he had the good sense to looked bashful. His attitude had taken a bit of a turn with the growth spurts. It was something I expected, how can you have a teenage boy without at least one rebellion?

I opened the door and Quil walked out. I could hear the doctor talking in the hall on his cell phone. It wouldn't have normally caught my attention but his voice sounded hurried, or maybe panicked.

"It's happening. You need to get a hold of the council…..Yes I'm sure, I…." He looked up and seen me looking at him. The doctor cleared his throat and stepped into an adjacent room and closed the door. I turned and followed Quil out.

I had all but put the doctor's words out of my head. I convinced myself that there was no way that he had been talking about Quil. I mean what on earth could the Council have to do with Quil's growth spurt, nothing. So why did I have the feeling that I wasn't being a mother with an overactive imagination?

"Hi honey," he said kissing my cheek. His face was hot and dirty but the affection felt nice.

"Hi." I answered. "So, I took Quil to the doctors today."

"Mmhmm," he said kissing my neck. It had been too long since I'd had this kind of attention from him and it was very distracting. I couldn't figure him out, this morning he was as concerned for Quil as I was and now he was acting like he didn't care.

"The doctor said everything is fine." His hands grabbed my hips.

"Good," he replied running his nose down my neck. "Where are the kids?"

"Uhm, Quil went over to John's and….ahhhh…Rebecca's at Gail's." His hands assaulted me in all of the good ways.

I didn't care that he was smelly and sweaty; I was going to take what I could get. I spun around in his arms and thrust my hips into his. He pulled back briefly before bending down and throwing me over his shoulder. He laughed as he carried me to our room.

As my body hit the bed, I bounced, causing Jake to grin. I thought briefly of asking where this feistiness came from but I didn't want to break the spell. He pulled his shirt over his head, proudly displaying his chest. His pants came off quickly and I decided to do the same. I lay naked on the bed waiting for him. He climbed up on top of me and pushed his way in. No foreplay, but I was horny enough that I barely cared. This was the first time in sixteen days that I'd had anything but silicone thrusting inside of me and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

Jake's grunting quickly became erratic so I reached between us and played with myself, attempting to finish before he did. Unfortunately about two circles in, he shook and spilled into me. He rolled off and immediately out of bed.

"I love you Bells," he said before heading into the shower.

I lifted my head and watched him walk away. When he closed the door it dropped back on the bed. My body had been built up but not released. Whimpering to myself I reached over and opened my side table drawer, pulled out my trusty Rabbit and got to work.

I jumped into the shower once Jake was done. I had built up a sweat of my own, too bad it was after he had left. The warm water felt good on my skin and I noticed that it turned dark as it ran off me. Jake's grime grossed me out now that I was satisfied. I groaned internally at the fact that didn't even think of having a shower before he attacked me.

The smell of pizza hit me as I walked into the room. I hadn't even noticed that Jake had brought one home. I opened the box and grabbed a slice. Hearing Jake's voice in the other room I went to see what he was saying. It was only when I stood in the doorway that I realized that he wasn't talking to me but he was on his phone.

He paced back and forth but his energy was more excited than worried. He seemed quite pleased with himself and I was pretty sure that it was about something other than the quickie we just had.

"As you said earlier, you're sure?...... Why now, after all this time?..... You gotta admit, it's kind of cool….Okay, we'll talk later, I'll bring him over….bye." He turned and jumped slightly when he saw me standing there.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Just dad," he replied. I chose to believe him, after all what else could I do?

Quil came home that night and was grumpy, again. When I tried to ask him about it he blew me off and stormed up to his room. I sat flustered, wondering what to do. This was not something I knew how to deal with. When I was a teenager I kept to myself mostly. I certainly never back-talked to Charlie, maybe I needed to get myself a gun.

"He's not acting like himself," I said.

"He's a teenager, Bells. He has more responsibility at the new school, maybe it's stressing him," Jake suggested.

"I think it's more than that. With the growth spurts and the muscles exploding all over his body and now this new attitude, I think something is up. Maybe I should take him in to see a specialist."

"No!" Jake said adamantly before softening his voice, "The last thing a kid needs is to be smothered while he is trying to figure himself out. Just let me monitor it, okay. He might be more receptive if it comes from his dad. Besides, I'm sure everything will work out fine."

It was an unspoken rule in our house that I handled Quil and Jake handled Rebecca. Our personalities were just better suited for it. The strangeness of Jake's request made me more suspicious that something was going on and maybe I was the only one out of the loop.

I really wanted in that friggen loop.

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