Well, You have a Baby, I have a Kitten

"'Night!" I pecked Embry on the cheek as his little puppy ran around in circles, weaving in and out of our feet. I had my kitten wrapped tightly in a little bundle of towels and a blanket because she was still so young. I also had enough milk formula and a few bottles so I could feed her. It was dangerous to take her away from her litter this early, but Shea, Jennie, and—occasionally—Jacob had enough kittens to worry about feeding every two hours.

"'Night." He laughed and he walked down the steps, snapping his fingers a few times to get the puppy to follow him. "Come on, Sylvester."

Who the hell names a dog Sylvester?

I opened the door and entered the house with the bag of bottles and milk formula over my shoulder and a softly mewing kitten in my arms.

"How come your nine months go by so fast but mine feels like forever?" Emily teased as I entered the kitchen. I saw Sam choke on his coffee when he spotted the little bundle in my arms.

"What?"

"Her name is Tigerlilly, she's my new kitten." I announced happily.

"Wait, Emily, did you say she could have the kitten?" Sam asked as Emily came over to inspect it.

"No."

"Then what made her think she could just take it in here like that?"

"Now, now, Sam, I know this is your house, but you have to get over this territorial issue. Just because I didn't have you both in carriers when you met doesn't mean you don't have to be nice to her." I scolded.

"Aw, look at her, she's so cute!" Emily cooed, completely ignoring the fact I was making fun of my brother-in-law.

"I know, isn't she? Shea and Seth found a whole litter of them and she made Seth take them home."

"Billy must be ecstatic." Sam commented.

"Yup, he's got his own puppy out of the twenty-something that they found." I nodded. "And so does Seth, Shea, Embry, and some new girl Shea just met at the barn she's boarding her horse at. I think her name is Madelyn… Either way, Seth threw a fit about not seeing her for the whole day. We had him tied up for a bit, but then Billy told us that Chief Swan was coming over there and that he couldn't see us from a criminal standpoint else he'd make wolves extinct, because, apparently, he can do that."

"I never understood that boy." Sam sighed, shaking his head.

"Neither do I, but Shea looooves him." I grinned. "Well…actually…she's very sarcastic so I can never tell…"

"Shea was always that way." Sam shrugged, "I remember when she was little and punched Seth in the nose."

Emily laughed, "I'd believe it."

"The girls insane," I agreed, "But not completely in a bad way. I can see where she's coming from. Her family never stops pestering her."

"Is that so?" Emily had turned to the dishwasher and I wrinkled my nose at the smell. "How do you know?"

I tapped my head.

"She let some things slip. Half of her family is bugging her to go to her mom's 40th birthday just because it's a surprise party. And, from what I understand, they put a lot of pressure on her."

"Well, isn't she kind of in charge, that would call for some pressuring." Sam reminded me.

"I don't think it's like that. I think they just give her a hard time."

"It could be because of her attitude." Emily looked up.

"'suppose." I sighed.

"She's had some tough things happen for a fifteen year-old."

"How would you know?" Emily and I looked at Sam.

"Because Seth talked to me about it when he first found out. He still doesn't know the whole story. No one except her old herd knows what happened. I just know that she doesn't get along with Elizabeth like she used to and that she doesn't mention her at all. It sounds eerily familiar when you think about it." He murmured.

Emily let out a soft gasp.

"Wait…" I paused.

"Be thankful your pack doesn't imprint, it makes things a lot harder." Sam nodded.

The kitten started mewling hungrily and I looked at the clock, it was past her feeding time.

"Whoops…" I muttered under my breath while getting everything unpacked. Thankfully, I already had a bottle prepared.

"You'll be a terrible mother." Sam laughed as I scrambled to get the cap off the stupid bottle and put the bottle in the kitten's mouth. I turned her over onto her stomach and let her drink.

"Phew." I sighed. "I'm worried what I'll do to your kid." Sam tensed a little when I said that, but my sister laughed.

"Well, off to bed when you're done." Emily smiled.

The kitten hiccupped.

"Aw, she's drunk! Who spiked the kitten-formula?" I looked at the bag of formula I had.

"Does Embry know you're treating this thing like a real kid?" Sam asked. I nodded. "Well, good. We're on the same page. He'll agree with me when I say we should get your head checked."

"I hate MRI's, did you know that unless it's an emergency, you can't eat for 4 hours before the scan?!" I asked him, "Its torture, I'd DIE!"

"You said Embry got a dog? What kind?" Emily asked.

"He got an Italian Greyhound, they went fast Seth got the first one. He is grey and white and Seth named him Rocky. Embry got a black and white one and named him Sylvester. I'm not quite sure what Madelyn will name hers though."

"Sylvester? Isn't that a cat?" Emily asked.

"THAT'S WHAT WE SAID!" I said exasperated. "Damn, I can't get that stupid One Republic song out of my head. Shea started singing it in her head and now it's there! ARGH!"

"Which one?"

"All the Right Moves! And it's humiliating!"

I heard my kitten purr and I looked down to see she was asleep.

"We're off to bed."

***

"Mreow, mew, meow!" My kitten was starting to use her legs a little to stumble around.

"Lilly, I am trying to have an adult conversation with your father, please remain silent." I told her.

She ignored me.

Like all toddlers.

Sam chuckled. "Hey, Embry, congratulations!"

"Shut-it." He mumbled his response. I laughed.

"Mreow, mreow, mreoooow—"

"OW!"

"Well…that wasn't Lilz." I said worriedly.

Emily stumbled in and Sam caught her.

"It's the baby." She gasped.

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A/N-

Okay, sorry it took so long. I also just realized that I put the WRONG chapter 8 up!!!!!! I put up hurricane's chap 8! So I fixed that, sorry bout it.

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