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Chapter 7:
Allie's POV
Things had been moving slowly for the last three months. So very painfully slowly. Especially for Sam. We had set Emily up in the guest room, which was now a makeshift hospital room and Sam had spent almost every second of the day with her. Her migraines had been getting worse and worse and her strokes getting more and more consistent. Carlisle put her on strict bed rest and she wasn't allowed anywhere, not even to the bathroom. They had a catheter to take care of that.
Lucas Jasper Edward Uley, Sam and Emily's 3 year old son, spent a lot of the day playing with my kids, he loved to hang out and "draw" with Adrianna. Adrianna was by far the smartest of the triplets. She could already spell things and read, so she started communicating with everyone who could read by writing it down. Her writing was scratchy and uneven, but you could understand.
We found out that Lucas knew how to read and write because he'd gone to pre-school. And, we found out that he and Adrianna would pass notes back and forth, trying to be secretive about it and everything, but the "notes" would hold nothing important, just gibberish or words strung together that didn't make sense. It was adorable watching those two.
Chelsea and Edgar mostly hung out with Uncle Jasper and Emmett, learning how to "play around" or fight with each other without actually hurting each other. It was amusing to watch them.
Sometimes, Adrianna and Lucas would sit on the grass with their little notebooks and watch and giggle as Chelsea beat Edgar mercilessly whenever they fought.
I had been doing everything I could to help Sam. I hated him for doing everything he had done to my family, but I could not help but sympathize with his situation. It broke my heart to watch as he withered away as Emily did the same. I sometimes wondered if, when she died, if he would die too. He looked just as bad as she did and sometimes he'd feel the same pain as her due to imprinting and I could tell he was grateful that we had been keeping Lucas busy even if he wouldn't say it aloud.
Lucas would once in a while ask what was wrong with Mommy and Daddy, but we just changed the subject on him, not that he noticed. It was just easier that way. We'd tell him what happened when he was older, but until then, he couldn't know. And if Emily (and Sam) died… then, we'd tell him that they were all better and in a better place know.
Nicole had taken a quick liking to Lucas and she almost acted like a second mother to him. I could see the way she looked at him and cared for him and it made me think that she would make a great mother. It was an unfortunate circumstance that she was barren as a vampire now.
I've been thinking about telling her recently that if Lucas should need to be adopted, she should be the one to do it. He wouldn't notice the difference, anyway. He knew, and loved, us all and I felt like he was already part of the family. He just fit right in.
I think everyone is the most worried about Lucas. I mean, of course we're all trying to help Emily, but honestly, she's a lost cause. She's going to die soon since everything is worse now. I was most concerned with Lucas just because he wouldn't have actual parents growing up, he probably wouldn't remember them either. It would be hard for Sam to know that, but I've heard stories about how Emily was before everything happened those years ago.
She was kind and sweet, a mother to the whole pack. She fit the "Mother Wolf" role perfectly, I was told. She was like Esme; happy, cheerful, always looking for the positive, and cooked amazingly well. And if she was as much like Esme as everyone says, then she would understand if he forgot them.
Esla didn't want him to forget them. We'd had this conversation twice since Sam and Emily had been holed up in their room. She said that if Lucas lived with us, she'd leave of picture of his parents in his room just so he'd always have that reminder.
Emily, who had been informed on her condition almost right away, knew her time was close; she murmured it all the time. A week ago, she'd given Nicole a note to give to Lucas when she died. She didn't want anyone to read it to him until after she passed.
I think right now, we were all just waiting for it to happen. But it never did. She just laid on the bed, for hours on end, waiting for the pain to cease. The pain pills never worked, so Carlisle gave her stronger stuff through an IV but when that didn't help, he'd give her anesthesia and she never felt a thing while she asleep.
At nights, Sam would curl up in the bed next to her, and Lucas would sometimes join them, squishing between Sam and Emily. I think that was when Emily never felt any pain. When she had her boys with her, then she could smile again. Maybe her smile lasted only a second, but it was a smile.
It was close to dinner time now and Chelsea and Edgar were wrestling again with everyone else was sitting down, watching as they tumbled over and over again. Then we heard Esme call us in for dinner and we filed in quickly, Chelsea and Edgar going to wash their hands before sitting at the table.
On occasion, if she was up to it, Carlisle would allow Emily to sit at the table and eat dinner with us. He just didn't want her up to much as movement made her migraines worse. Tonight was one of those nights, and on those nights, Esme made what Emily always made for the boys years ago. Meatloaf, hamburgers, French fries, potatoes, and an endless supply of lemonade.
Emily never ate a lot, but she appreciated every bite, I could tell by looking at her that she was memorizing the taste, the smell, even the texture about the food she nipped in to.
Dinner was quiet tonight, it always was when Emily ate with us, we spoke in whispers, or quieter than usual just so we didn't make Emily's constant migraine any worse. Lucas was sitting like he usually did, between Sam and Adrianna. He would interact and talk with everyone and he only asked Adrianna yes or no questions. Kid was smart. I could tell Emily was proud just by look at her eyes.
The emotions in her eyes were shouting out that she was in pain but they were unbelievably thankful and loving. She would say sometimes that she wanted to hold and play with Lucas, like she should, but her migraines prevented her from doing so and it killed her. I think Emily was happy to see that Lucas had found a best friend in Adrianna.
Sam had become more accepting to the fact that Emily was dying. And, it killed him to know that she wouldn't be with him soon. Esla and I thought it sad that he should be the first to phase, the first to imprint, and then the first to lose his imprint. It kinda sucked. I couldn't imagine my life without Nahuel.
Nahuel was always supporting me and helping me whenever I needed it. He was my prince in street clothes, as I joked to him once. He'd tell me all the time that I was his princess in jeans. And that's how we were. We rarely said that we loved each other, because we knew it was there without having to say it. We'd say it now and again but usually we expressed our feelings with other words and sometimes people would have no idea what we were saying, but we understood and it was nice.
Don't get me wrong, I am completely head over heels in love with Nahuel, but I'm not a teenager. I'm technically only 4, yet here I am with triplets. Sometimes, Nahuel and I will hear Embry and Esla tell each other, "I love you" and sometimes from Celina and Jassett we'd hear it, but we would just smile at each other and be happy with it.
When dinner was done and Emily had taken her medicine, Sam picked her up and took her back to her room after wishing us all a good night. It was hard to say that Dad and Sam were… friends now. They weren't but my dad was just not capable of not helping Emily, or Sam, as they had both helped him when he first phased. Sam appreciated everything Dad did for him and Emily, and Dad just kept trying to help, just like Grandpa and Carlisle.
Hours passed and I watched Lucas and Adrianna play Jenga, then in the middle of the game, they both passed out asleep. Giggling quietly, I picked them up and took them to their room. Nahuel followed shortly after with Chelsea and Edgar.
"How much longer do you think Emily is going last, hon?" I asked Nahuel as we looked at the four of them in their beds. They all looked the same age now, except Adrianna. She still looked a year younger than her best friend and siblings. I couldn't help but think that it must mean that she is very special. It's just how I am.
"I'm not sure, Als," he sighed and wrapped an arm around my waist. "I'm really not sure. It's said to see her so weak, so fragile, and there's nothing we can do about it. Even if Carlisle changed his mind, she wouldn't be able to turn into a vampire… she's too weak, too drained of life. It's horrible."
"God," I choked back tears and clung closer to his torso. "I just… I feel so bad… even though Sam had been banned, and he had threatened us, and even with Leah and all of that, I just… I can't help but feel so bad for Sam. Lucas, too. I mean, why would God, if there is one, take away a mother from her loving family? From her completely devoted husband. Why?"
"Maybe… maybe it's just her time. Maybe Lucas having this experience, losing his mother bit by bit – and possibly his father too – maybe the experience is supposed to make him stronger. You know? To make him understand things, I suppose."
"It's just… it's not fair." I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I sobbed, and choked on more tears as they ran hot and free down my pale cheeks. I was sure my face was as red as Rudolph's nose. But still, the tears came, and the tears went, but they never stopped.
Nahuel whispered little nothings into my ear and picked me up, carrying me bridal style to our room, where he set me on the bed and kissed and held me until I could breathe without choking on my tears.
His patience was never-ending while he waited. And that was one of the many things that I loved about my husband… my imprint… my best friend. If anything happened to him, I would surely die too.
"I love you, Allie Isabella Black." He cooed in my ear as I stopped shaking in his arms and drifted into sleep.
"I love you too, Nahuel. Always." I promised as the black took over my vision.
