I took a nap for about an hour and after Jasper, Carlisle, and Esme finished discussing strategy with the wolves, they called me to go help them clean up the main house. It was not a hard task, but I honestly felt tired. I wanted to check to see if I was pregnant, but I couldn't find anything. Even after checking all of my magic channels, I couldn't see light in my uterus. No indication of whether or not there was a baby in there. That was the only thing that plagued my mind the entire time that I helped scrub every surface of the house for those two hours. Now that I'm home, the thoughts came back with more force, but I didn't have a distraction this time. It was seven, but, not surprisingly, Embry was no where to be found.

I sighed and walked upstairs to shower and change into something I could dance in. So spandex, sports bra, and knee high socks. I waltzed into my dance studio and turned on the radio. It's been a while since I've been in here. I decided to go to the poles before anywhere else.

After an hour of me fooling around, Embry walked in the kitchen.

"Cat?" His voice echoed.

"Yes?" I asked, turning down the music. He opened the door to the studio.

"Hey." He smiled and noticed my attire. "Are you dancing in here?"

"Yes sir." I smiled.

"May I watch?" He asked me kindly. I nodded over to a seat.

"Aren't you tired? You just finished a eight hour shift." I gyrated my hips and spun around the pole.

"I might need a cold shower after watching you." He smirked. I blushed.

"Go take one, I'll be here." It was fun making him squirm.

"Do I stink so bad that I need a shower?" I stretched my leg on the pole so that I was doing the splits sideways.

"You smell amazing to me. You smell like you. But you were the one who suggested it."

"I feel gross so I will." He left and walked upstairs. He was in, out, and dried in under five minutes. He walked into the dance studio in his silk pajama bottoms.

"Sit there on in recliner." I instructed him. He sat down and leaned forward.

"How was the run?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." I dropped the subject.

"What can I do for you Daddy?" He moaned at that. He just sat in the chair so I decided to do the routine to Body Party that I saw on YouTube. Apparently he loved it because he carried me upstairs and fucked me.


"So I take it you like the routine?" I laughed after sex.

"Yes." He grinned at me, "are you hungry?"

"Yes, just a bit."

"Let's go eat then." He carried me, naked, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I made chicken fettuccine that he seemed to love.

"So. I have a question." He asked as he washed the dishes.

"Shoot." I smiled.

"About three or so weeks ago..."

"Go on?" I asked, unsure of where he was headed with this conversation.

"We had sex..."

"Baby, we have sex everyday all day."

"Yes, but you stopped taking your birth control that day." I suddenly knew what he was asking.

"You want to know if I'm pregnant?"

"Yes." He finally turned around to face me.

"Why beat around the bush?"

"Um. Anyways, are you?" He looked at me. I told Emmett and Alice I maybe was, but it was much too early to check. I decided to try again by closing my eyes and listening to my body. I was seeing the magic channels in my body, fire in my veins and I pushed all that aside to look for one spark. And I finally found it. A tiny ember in my uterus. My hands flew to my tummy. Yes, there is a tiny baby in me. Small enough not to make itself known yet. How could I not see that spark yesterday or even earlier today?

"Forget I said anything." He shoved it aside., taking my silence as a no.

"Sorry."

"Come on." He carried me back up the stairs. I went to take care of my bodily needs.

"Are all of your needs fulfilled?" Embry asked.

"Yes."

"Good, put this on." White corset, white boy shorts, stilettos. I did, willingly.

"I thought you weren't upset over me?"

"I'm not. But this is for Emmett. He told me you danced with Mike Newton and I agreed that no man should put their hands on you. So here we are." He roped my hands behind my back and hung me strappado before placing a leg spacer between my ankles.

"Arch your back. It doesn't look sexy unless you arch your back." He grabbed my chin. I complied.

"Good. Don't dance with any other guy." He smiled and left. I was somewhat happy that I was alone. I was able to plan how I was going to tell Embry that he's going to be a dad.