Claire pov
"Uncle Sam it's not what it looks like" I said
"oh really Claire, Because it looks like a thirty year old werewolf in bed with my SIXTEEN YEAR OLD NEICE!" Sam shouted
I looked from Sam to Quil, then I calmly spoke.
"All that occurred was a couple of kisses, and snuggling oh and of course sleeping. Nothing else."
" Claire step out of bed so I can see if you are fully clothed." Sam demanded
I pulled the cover down and hopped out of bed in my pajamas.
Sam looked at me grumbled that he didn't approve, and stalked off downstairs.
"Come on Quil," I said, "we need to go see what Em wants."
With this we climbed out of bed and slowly snuck down the stairs.
"Samuel Uley. Leave those kids alone. They are in love and imprinted so but out!" we heard Em saying as we rounded the corner.
She told us that breakfast was ready, and we all sat down to eat, while Sam continued looking like a scolded puppy.
