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LEAH'S POV

I sat on the back porch of the Cullen mansion, clutching my cup of tea. Esme had brought it to my room and directed me to a few spots that I could sit and drink it. I chose the back porch so I could see the stars. It was difficult because of the clouds, but I could see a few twinkling here and there. Although it was chilly, I was comfortable and my tea was keeping me warm.

The wind rustled the trees and I sighed, laying my hand on my belly. I felt the baby kick, a wide smile crossing my face.

"I feel you," I cooed quietly.

The baby kicked again, right underneath my fingertips.

"My sweet baby," I sighed, "What am I going to do with you?"

What was I going to do with him? My options were simple. Keep him or put him up for adoption. The logical decision was clear, so why was it so hard to make? I can't take care of a baby. I don't have money or resources. He would grow up in a crappy environment thinking he had a whore for a mother because he had no dad. But I loved him already. And I was afraid once he came out, it would be too hard for me to give him away.

Why I loved him so much, I was still trying to figure out. Maybe because it was Sam's baby. My only piece left of Sam, but this piece needed me. He would never try to send me away. But maybe I loved my baby for a different reason. I'm his mother, he's my son. I created him, he needs me for life. One thing was clear. We both needed each other.

The back door slid open behind me, a warm breeze coming from the house. I was tempted to go back inside because of the cold, but a cloud moved out of the way and a whole bunch of stars appeared, so I chose to stay.

"It's cold out here," Rosalie said, taking a seat next to me.

"It's not too bad," I shrugged, smiling lightly.

She smiled back genuinely, "How far along are you?"

"Six months," I told her, a blush rising to my cheeks. She only smiled and nodded, her beautiful face staring longingly at my belly.

"It's a boy right?" she asked.

I nodded, rubbing my hand over my stomach.

"Have any name ideas?" she asked.

I looked at her, snorting, "I've barely thought past tomorrow. I can't think of baby names right now. I just…" I sighed, biting my lip, "I'm not even sure if I'm keeping him."

Rosalie looked up at me, her eyes wide, "You're not keeping your baby?"

I ran my hand through my hair, looking at the ground, "I-I'm not sure. I want to. But I'm just not…"

Rosalie nodded, reaching out to take my hand, "I understand."

I stared at the ground for a minute, a silence settling between us. Me trying to conger up the courage to ask her the question that'd been bothering me.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked her, regretting saying it the minute it came out.

She sighed, smiling at the ground, "I guess… I guess you just seem like… you could use a friend."

I was surprised by her answer, her character coming off as so selfish and inconsiderate at first. I guess that just goes to prove you can't judge a book by its cover. Or it's blondness. I smiled at her, taking the hand that I was holding and placing it on my stomach, right where the baby had been kicking all night. She looked at me for a moment, confusion on her face, until he kicked right under her palm. Her confusion changed to joy faster than you could say baby.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, taking her other hand and setting it on my belly right as the baby gave a solid kick.

I giggled, "Amazing, isn't it?"

"Yeah," she breathed, a faraway look in her eyes.

The sliding door opened again and out stepped a huge man. Rosalie looked up at him, shooting him a smile, both her hands still on my stomach.

"Hey Rose," he said, smiling widely at her, "Whatcha doing?"

"Feeling a baby kick," she answered, "Emmett, this is Leah. Leah, this is my boyfriend Emmett."

"Hi," I said shyly, giving him a small wave.

"Hey there! You're a wolf girl aren't you?"

"Emmett!" Rosalie hissed.

"Um… what?" I asked.

He laughed, ruffling my hair, "You know… like your legends. You can just call me the vampire guy!"

"Emmett!" Rosalie hissed again.

"Oh shush Rose. We all know the legends aren't real," Emmett laughed. Rosalie just rolled her eyes, taking her hands away from my stomach so she could cross them over her chest.

"Okay, Leah and I both know that I'm not a vampire, and she can't turn into a werewolf," Emmett boomed, "I'm pretty sure Rosalie believes in all that shit though, don't you Rose?"

I actually let out a little laugh at Emmett's teasing and Rosalie just rolled her eyes again. At least it was nice to know things wouldn't be awkward with him. The Cullens are so nice, I feel bad that my tribe has anything against them. Those legends are so unrealistic, I can't believe anyone could possibly take them so seriously. Even Sam thought they were pretty dumb.

Sam.

"I didn't know you went to these things," Sam said, sitting next to me on the log.

"Of course I do," I told him, feeling my cheeks turn pink, "My dad's an elder. Remember?"

Sam laughed, "Oh yeah. I guess you have an obligation to come, don't you?"

I just giggled, nudging him with my shoulder. All the members of the tribe and their families sat around the fire on logs, eating hot dogs off paper plates and drinking powdered lemonade out of plastic cups. It was a fun gathering that La Push had about once a week. I went to all of them of course, my dad being a member of the tribe and everything. But most people only came every once and a while, to socialize.

Soon, Billy Black rolled up to the front, coughing a little louder than normal to let everyone know he was about to start. The chatter quickly died down and Billy opened his mouth to speak.

"The Quileutes have always been a small people…"

Sam leaned close to me, whispering in my ear, "You don't seriously believe this shit do you?"

I giggled, biting my lip, "No," I whispered, "But the stories are pretty interesting."

Sam snorted, "Yeah, the first fifty times you hear them, maybe."

A lady in front of us turned around, shooting Sam a dirty look and making a hmph noise. We went silent for a minute and she turned back around. Our silence quickly turned into a fit of giggles which were becoming harder and hard to stifle. Sam leaned over to whisper in my ear again, sending chills down my spine.

"She obviously believes," he laughed, "In people turning into animals and cold ones coming to attack us and imprinting."

We both snorted, earning ourselves another dirty look.

I tried to stop laughing long enough to get a sentence out, "Maybe… maybe she's hoping to turn into a wolf!"

Sam and I laughed even harder at that, turning to each other and using my hair as a curtain to nobody could see us laughing so hard tears were streaming down our faces.

"Maybe sh-she's hoping," Sam whispered, trying to control his laughs, "that she'll get imprinted on!"

That's when I lost it completely, burying my head in my legs and covering my face with my hands. My entire body was shaking with laughter and I could feel Sam next to me, laughing just as hard. I loved how easily we could laugh together, how the simplest things could make us crack up. It'd been a week since out first date and I still couldn't get him out of my head. He's walk me to all my classes, carry my books for me. He even sits with my and all my girl friends at lunch.

I finally managed to subdue my laughter long enough to hear the silence around me. I looked up from my hands slowly, everyone around us staring in our direction. Thinking fast, I let out two convincing coughs, Sam patting my back.

"Ehem," I coughed, "Sorry."

Billy nodded, a slight frown on his face, and then continued with the story.

I felt Sam lean over again, whispering in my ear, "Do you wanna get out of here?"

Without looking at him, I bit my lip and nodded, trying not to smile too wide of my teeth would fall out. He grabbed my hand and we both ducked down so as not to disturb the people behind us. I followed him out of the row. When we finally got to the beach, we started running as far away from the campfire as possible. When we both couldn't run anymore, we collapsed in a heap, laughing our butts off.

I rolled away from Sam so I could look up at the stars, putting my hands on my stomach. He did the same, moving a little closer to me.

"If I could imprint on anyone, I'd imprint on you," he sighed.

"I thought you didn't believe," I said in a mocking voice.

"I don't. But if I did."

"Mmhmm," I nodded.

"Sam?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Is this our second date?" I whispered.

"Do you want it to be?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Well…we saw a show and then took a walk on the beach."

Sam snorted, "Some date."

I smiled, "I liked it."

Sam was quiet for a minute, then sighed, rolling onto his stomach, "How about I take you on a real date?"

"A real date?" I breathed, looking up at the stars.

"Yeah! We can get all dressed up and go to dinner or something."

I looked over at him, smiling widely, "I'd like that."

Sam did think the legends were dumb. That is until a few months ago when he disappeared and then started spending every waking moment with the elders. Things got pretty weird after that. Like suddenly the bonfires weren't public. Only certain people could go. Sam always went.

"Are you crying?"

I shook my head quickly, blinking a few times, "Huh?"

Rosalie turned my face towards her own with her hand, "You're crying."

"Oh uh…" I quickly wiped the tears away with the back of my hand, "I'm just tired. I'm really okay."

Grabbing onto the arm of my chair, I hoisted myself up. I walked back into the house, Rosalie following behind.

"Leah," Rosalie called as I made my way to the stairs. I ignored her, taking the first step.

"Leah!" Rosalie said again, grabbing my arm and spinning me around. We were the same height when I was on the step. She stared into my eyes and then slowly said, "I'm here. If you ever need to talk, I'm here."

I sniffed, wiping my eyes again, "O-okay."

She nodded, giving me one more smile before turning on her heel and walking off, Emmett still standing outside looking like he wasn't sure what exactly had just happened. I laughed to myself and slowly climbed the stairs, one at a time.

When I reached the top, I looked to the left and the right, down the long hallway having no idea where to go. I began to panic, not wanting to get lost in the Cullen's huge house.

"Your room's the fifth door on the left," a small voice said. I whirled around to see a tiny girl, maybe my age, at the bottom of the stairs with short black hair and a sweet face, "And I brought your suite case to your room. I don't think any of your stuff will fit you anymore, though. Don't worry though, I'll go shopping for maternity clothes for you tomorrow!"

"Oh no… you really don't have-"

"I insist!" she said, smiling widely.

"Well… okay then. Th-thanks," I stammered.

"You're welcome!" she cheered, and then flounced away.

I blinked a few times and then went into my new room. My tattered suite case was lying on my bed, looking so out of place in the elegant room. I sighed and opened it up, going through my scarce clothes, feeling glad the small woman had said she would go shopping for me.

Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and then brushing my teeth, I climbed into the most comfortable bed in the entire world. I made it my goal to meet and thank all the Cullens tomorrow. They were the most amazing people I'd ever met in my entire life. I mean, I'd never met that small person (I didn't even know her name) and she already promised to go shopping for me. Gosh, these people are so nice.

I don't know how anybody could think they're vampires.


I've been trying for a while now to figure out where this story fits as far as timing goes. I've decided it's going to take place in New Moon. Pretty much, Sam, Jared, and Paul are the only ones that phased so far and the Cullens haven't left yet. I'm still trying to put together all the pieces, but that's the only thing you need to know so far:)

I was going to put that if we reached 100 review, I'd update again but that just seems too easy. Let's make it 105. Then I'll update again today:)