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Colors of My Life

Chapter 10: Houston, We Have a Purple

Paul

I've been pacing for hours. Or what feels like hours, right here, in front of the bay windows in my home office. Ever since dinner, I've been feeling like there's something there in the air. I couldn't put my finger on it until the alert howls started. But it wasn't just one alert signal. It was multiple, from different areas. Was Embry handling this okay? I worried. Worried like hell.

I have the phone to my ear before the first buzz is even over. "What's going on?"

"Jeremiah's been out hunting," Embry chuckles. "Let us have all the newborns he's found for practice."

"You call that practice? Damn it, Embry! They're waking people up. You're gonna bring animal control in on our heads before morning!"

"I'll get them to zip it up," he says but I can hear the grin in his voice. Whatever they're doing out there, he was enjoying it. "You got to stay put, Paul. This is your test. Don't let whatever you hear break you."

"Yeah, yeah," I snap. "I know the drill." A part of me wants, really wants to get out there and join in the fun. There's something about being wolf and running through the night as the breeze runs through your fur the way a lover's fingers would, adrenaline pumping as you face off with a leech, the rush you get when you rip one apart. It's not the first time that Jeremiah's handed over the newborns he's found to us. Keeping the vampire community in Seattle low was important to him. He ruled his 'clan', and their safety remained in the low profiles they kept, in a way, just like we did. But we procreated, and we wanted and loved our newborns, our offsprings. But these vampires don't have offsprings and this clan didn't want their newborns. My thoughts go to the newborn that Rachel fought for, the one Emmett was raising and I shuddered. Thankful that Jeremiah hadn't gotten to that baby first, hadn't given it to us to kill. None of us would have survived that. "Hey, Embry? Don't let them get hurt, okay? Some of them are fucking idiots."

"I know," he says dryly. "I gotta go, man. Everything's cool, okay? You hang in there."

I don't go up to bed, choosing instead to remain there by the windows, hoping to hear something new. The howls die down almost as soon as Embry hangs up but the fight's not over yet. I can feel it. It's been almost two hours and the wolf inside me is straining against my hold. It still wants to come out. And I'm still fighting it. It's been eight days. A record for me. I want to push it to ten days before I cut myself some slack. I have to. Rachel wanted to bring the kids in to me to say good night, but I didn't want them to see me this way. I feel out of control, wild. They shouldn't see me like this. Suddenly that thing in the air, that intensity that my wolf is able to sense, spikes. Something is happening!

"Paul?"

I turn. It's Rachel, her eyes huge as she takes me in. I must look a sight. The wolf is out, I can feel it, although a quick glance at my hands tells me that they are just that. Hands. Not paws. I shake my head frantically at her. I know how I get when I'm like this. I don't want to chew her out. I've been doing that a lot and it's not fair to her. It's not fair that she has to deal with this crazy side of me.

The phone buzzes once more. "What?" I snap into it.

"Okay, don't panic. A couple of vamps are headed in your direction. I've got some of the guys after them. Let them handle it, okay? Whatever you hear, stay out of it."

I want to kick his teeth in. "Embry! Fuck! Who's on it?"

"Your pack," he says in a flat voice, meaning it must be the idiots of the pack. "Stay out of it. You're doing good with the control. Things are just gonna get a little bit louder for you," I can tell that he's running as he's saying all this. "Let them handle it."

"Fuck Embry, my family—"

Does he think my control is made of iron? My family is here for crying out loud. And he's as much as told me that a couple of newborn vamps are headed in my direction.

"I gotta phase, man. Later, okay?" The line goes dead and I breathe in and out, fighting myself, fighting the urge to phase and stand guard outside.

No one's coming in here. This is sanctuary for my wife and children. This is home. But I have to put my faith in the pack. This is what this is all about. Me letting go. Me, giving the pack a chance to prove themselves.

"Do you need to go? Don't fight it if it gets too hard. Go, Winters. Let it out."

"No!" I growl, it's almost hard to form the words. "No."

She comes to me slowly, like I'm a cornered animal that she doesn't want to spook, one hand out, like showing me she means no harm, one step at a time. What am I supposed to do? Sniff her hand and lick it? Fuck, I do feel like a cornered animal and right this fucking minute, I'm scared that I might loose it and hurt her. I move backwards, around the couch, away from her, away from her touch. But she keeps coming. And then I hear it, a snarl. I look frantically at Rachel, but she's calm. It occurs to me then that she's not heard it, it's my wolf hearing that's picking up the sounds.

"Stop!" The word tears out of my throat as I feel the trembling start. That heavy cloud hanging on my wolf sense is almost choking me and I feel the need, the urge to phase, to run out there, to kill something. Don't come any closer, Rachel. I don't know what I might do. But she doesn't listen. When has she ever listened?

"Shh, it's okay, baby. It's okay. Let me touch you, Paul. Please? I just want to hold you, baby." She keeps coming towards me.

Was that a yelp I heard? Did one of them get hurt? How bad? Shit! What the fuck are they doing out there? I feel the heat on my spine and sweat beading on my forehead, my upper lip. I'm too close. I'm going to fail this. Fuck, of all rooms to be in, I'm where there's no door leading outside. I slide towards the windows. I'll crash out if I have to. There's no getting around Rachel. This is hell, expecting me to hold it in when I can hear everything that is going on out there.

"Don't. Touch. Me!" I manage to get this out. It's like fighting someone inside me for control of my body. Who's stronger? We've always been the same person and suddenly I'm splitting them into two. Is this the kind of thoughts that precedes insanity? Some sort of a bipolar syndrome that I've suddenly developed?

I turn away from Rachel, giving her my back. I'm going out the window. I know I am. And suddenly she's wrapped around my back. I feel her against the heat racing up my spine. I can hear my own harsh breathing as I fight this urge, the need, myself. I feel her arms come around me, one hand flat against my chest, against my heart and the other hand strokes down and rests against my stomach. She's everywhere, her lips against my neck, her breath against my ear. "Shhh," she whispers. "Keep breathing, Paul."

I bring my hands up to my face. They're still hands although I'm really shaking. "Rachel," I manage to mumble. "This is dangerous. Let go."

"No! I'm not letting you go through this alone. Either you go out there and phase, or I'm holding on to you."

"I might hurt you!" I can hear my voice crack.

"You'll never hurt me. I can help with this. I know I can." Now she's the crazy one. We're such a pair. And being in her arms like this does help. I don't know how she does it, but the trembling goes down a little. I let out a little moan as I sink down to the floor. She comes with me, still holding me, never letting me go, softly crooning in my ear the way she does for Logan when he gets fussy.

"Daddy?" Rachel and I both turn. Oh God. What timing.

"Keegan, go back to bed, sweetie," Rachel tells him.

But he doesn't move. He just stares at me and I can't look away either. It's a weird moment for me to think once again how he looks just like me although he's half Rachel. It's like looking at myself thirty odd years ago but my son's eyes don't reflect any of the innocence that I'm sure mine did when I was his age. He's all wolf, he's been wolf from the start. I'm going to disappoint him.

"Daddy! There's something going on! Why aren't you going out to fight?" I hear the urgency in his voice and it tells me to phase, to go out there and be wolf, be the superhero he's always viewed me as, and the trembling automatically starts up once more. Is he feeling this thing in the air too? No, no. He's just a little boy.

"Daddy's not going for this fight, baby. Go back to bed," Rachel tells him and I let her handle this. I don't know what to tell him as I turn away from him.

"Mommy! Let Daddy go! You need to go fight, Daddy!"

"Keegan! Go to bed," Rachel snaps in her mommy voice.

He always responds to this voice when Rachel uses, hell I do too, it but not this night. He darts to us and yanks on my arm. "Go phase, Daddy! They need you! Be wolf!"

I slowly slide away from Rachel, from Keegan. My son wants me to phase, it makes me want to phase even more. Rachel takes charge, lifting Keegan into her arms. My hands are beginning to blur and I know I'm loosing control. Rachel knows it too, and she's protecting Keegan first. Good.

"Winters? You need to get outside."

I nod as I get on my feet. It feels strange standing on two legs and I stumble out the doors as the heat at my spine blazes. I need to be in control. I need to be able to do this.

"What's wrong? Why isn't Daddy phasing?" Keegan sounds upset.

"Daddy's not going out tonight, sweetie. The guys can handle it themselves."

"No! Daddy is wolf, Mommy! He needs to protect the people!"

"Tonight Daddy is just Daddy. He's not wolf, he's not a protector. He's just Daddy. You have to accept that, Keegan. Now come on. Let's get you back to bed."

"No! Daddy is a wolf! Daddy! You're wolf! You're wolf, Daddy," I hear Keegan yell as Rachel carts him away. It's a good thing Phyllis has the holidays off. "You have to go be wolf, Daddy!"

I loose it, just as I reach the edge of the woods past my backyard. I shake myself as the little bits of my shirt caught on to my fur falls away. I stay still and listen. The fight is going on somewhere deep in the forest and I see it in my mind through the link, but louder than that, I hear my older son's righteous screams as he tries to convince his mother that I'm wolf. He's managed to get Logan up too and I feel bad that Rachel is handling all this alone. I can't phase back try as I might, so I stay put listening and try to calm myself.

Jake chuckles in my head. I've always wondered how she puts up with you. And to think she actually puts up with three of you.

Fuck you.

Embry joins in. You okay, man?

What do you think?

Come on. Eight days is pretty long. Don't beat yourself up, dude.

I hate that Jake is always cheerful. Really, really fuck you, Jake. Embry, what the fuck, man? This is close.

It was like letting out a bag of monkeys, dude. The vamps all scattered in every direction. The boys are just cleaning up the last bits.

I could hear everything!

You were doing so great! How'd you loose it now? Jake asks and my mind drifts to Keegan's expression, the disappointment in his eyes. Right.

You've got to tell them to shut it, Em. I see quite a few lights coming on. They're waking people up.

We watch the fight from Embry's eyes for a little while longer and then suddenly Jake appears, right next to me. I laugh. I guess he couldn't stay away and ran down all the way from La Push.

It's not until a couple of hours later that Jake and Embry are stretched out in my living room, both of them opting for a beer while I pour myself a brandy. Rachel thankfully gives us the space I need, hopefully she's asleep.

"You're sure you're up to hosting lunch tomorrow? We can cancel you know," Embry asks, looking concerned.

"Meat's already marinating. The guys will take over the barbeque. It's fine," I say. Rachel and I've been doing the 'Fourth of July All Day Barbeque Extravaganza' since we first moved to Seattle. Gives the younger guys somewhere to hang out, and food to eat. And being so close to the water, we get an awesome fireworks display from my front yard.

"I take it you've not had the talk with Keegan," Jake states and I shake my head.

"Been chickening out."

"Paul, look. Retiring is your decision. No one else's. But you've always been open with Keegan. He's not going to understand it if you spring it on him suddenly. You've involved him in too many things already."

"I know, I know," I run a hand through my hair and sigh. "I know." What else can I say? I know. I really do. I don't know how to tell Jake that as much as I want to grow old with Rachel, I also want to remain a hero in my son's eyes.

We all fall silent for a while, until Embry puts a totally different thought in my mind. "So Jeremiah's boys wanted to run with us today."

"What?"

"They asked very nicely if they could join in the fun."

"You said no right?" I snap as Jake leans forward in his seat. They probably want to scope us out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "Bet it was Schumac."

Embry nods. "Of course I said no. Told him I didn't want my guys losing control and going for them by accident. But that's new, isn't it?" Embry muses as he studies the label on his bottle.

"They may be allies, but I don't trust them, Jake."

"I don't either. I need to talk to you about that, Paul. Retired or not, I'm not ready to let any of the other guys handle Jeremiah or his—coven. I need you to remain as the front man."

I nod. I can do that, in fact I want to do that. Jeremiah, for want of a better phrase is a smooth operator, and unfortunately he is at the moment, one of the good guys. And as per what Jake says, they could possibly be the Volturi of the USA. Important allies. For now.

Rachel

There are some days in life when dawn breaks into a beautiful day and today is one of them. It starts with me waking in my husband's arms and I take a moment to study him. The way his straight hair falls into his face, the way his eyebrows arch in that sardonic way even in sleep, the way his mouth looks curved in that naturally sensual way. After the torment he suffered through the night before, seeing the peaceful look on his face now, moves me. I want him like this always.

He opens a single eye to catch me staring and I can't help myself as I blush. "Sorry," I mumble.

"So'kay," he mumbles back. "I know I'm good looking."

I laugh softly as I bite into the fleshy part of his inner arm. Jerk. The sounds from the baby monitor tells me that I can't linger.

"I've got to talk to Keegan," Paul tells me as I get out of the shower and dry off. I watch him run his razor down his jaw. I know what he wants to talk to Keegan about.

"Today?" Paul nods as he rinses the razor before bringing it up to his face again. "You think that's a good idea? The house is going to be full in a little while. He'll need time to digest the news. Maybe tomorrow, huh?"

"You're right," he says as he drops his razor and grips the edge of the sink. Then he lets out a long sigh. "He's going to hate me, Rachel."

Hours later, my mind remains on Paul's expression this morning. I can't help but worry about Keegan's reaction when he does find out about Paul's retirement. Call it a mother's intuition, but I know it's will be hard for a five-year old to comprehend, especially one so into his 'wolf business'. And pair it with a father like Paul, things are going to be a mess. And what timing too. Paul is still struggling with his wolf.

"How long have you been with Paul again? Ten years? Twenty years? And you still can't tear your eyes away from him when he's shirtless, huh?" Leah asks dryly, causing Ava, Petra and Louise to laugh. I turn away from the group horsing around with the kids in the swimming pool.

"Oh, stop!" I laugh with them. "I have a lot on my mind."

"Uh-huh," Louise snorts. "Is that what it is?"

"Anyway ladies, I have pictures," Leah announces as she proudly pulls out her ultrasound pictures, causing all of us to go "aww" simultaneously.

"I'm so happy for you, Leah. How did your mom take it?" I ask.

"She's thrilled. She's wanted this for me for so long, you'd think she has no grandchildren at all to dote on from the way she was going on."

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl? Would help with our gift buying when we throw you a baby shower," Louise asks as she hands the picture back.

"A boy. We're calling him Xander."

"Xander?" Ava asks.

"Uh-huh," Leah laughs. "You know how Alex is, but I was absolutely no-no with junior. So he says, 'he will be Alexander Gilchrist the second'," she mimics Alex in a deep voice. "I agreed if he is Alexander Yahto Gilchrist the second."

"Yahto?" I smile at her. "Wasn't that your dad?"

"Yes," Leah smiles wistfully. "Cullen is already Harry. So I'm picking Yahto before Seth has another baby!"

"I like Xander," Ava says.

"I do too!" Leah grins at Ava as she reaches across to squeeze Ava's hand. "Aunt Ava!" They both giggled. "Alex's mom absolutely hates it!"

"Alex probably heard you," I state.

"He's cool," Leah laughs and she makes me feel happy. This is how life should be. Simple. No complications. And this is how she should always be, smiling and content. I turn to watch Alex in a serious discussion with Joey. He's good for her, imprint or not.

Ava soon excuses herself when she notices Petra and Embry's arrival, and a few minutes later, Louise gets up to join Leon by the pool. It's a relief seeing him perfectly healed once more. I have no doubt that he was out running last night.

"Did you talk to Emily?"

Leah nods. "She cried, I cried. It's silly, but even after all these years, she's still been feeling guilty. This baby is not just a blessing for me. I guess my little Xander news is a healing for Emily and Sam too." She laughs a little as she brushes away the single tear that falls from her eye, and I reach out to squeeze her hand. It's nice having her not bitter. It's nice seeing her happy like this.

Lil' G's arrival breaks the melancholic mood. He swaggers in looking all important and I see a change in him since Paul and Embry have been pushing him further in their wolf world. I'm not sure if I like it but I'll admit, it is nice seeing him like this, confident, a little cocky. His cheerful demeanor is catching.

"I have news, people!" he announces and everyone falls silent, turning to him. "I've imprinted!"

Oh crap! My neighbors are here and some of the guys have brought non-pack dates. Imprint is not one of the words you want to use in this gathering.

"He did what?" Martin from the house across the road asks and I notice Tokala smacking the back of Lil' G's head.

"Er—I, er, I um interrupted a girl."

"You interrupted a girl?" Embry laughs. "Was she happy to be interrupted?"

"I sure as hell hope so!" Lil' G breathes, a huge grin spreading across his face. "I certainly am."

"Wait, he interrupted a girl?" Martin questions further.

"Yeah!" Lil' G squeaks. "She, um, was talking to someone and I went up to her, interrupted her and said hi."

"Lil' G has been having problems saying hi to the opposite sex," Paul explains to Martin. "We've been pushing him to overcome his shyness."

I laugh as some of the guys snicker and Lil' G catches my eyes and mouths 'sorry.' I wave him over to Leah and me, and he comes over.

"Rachel, I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell everyone. I didn't look around first." He turns a chair around and straddles it.

But I can't help smiling at him. He's happy, I can see it in his face. As much as he used to join Luka's propaganda about the evils of imprinting, and as much as I know about the crush he's had on Nessie all this while, Lil' G is actually happy. I reach over and squeeze his hand. "You're happy!"

"Oh Rachel!" he says softly. "There are so many reasons why I shouldn't imprint. My mom. You know she works two jobs. I want to buy her a house, help with my sisters, I don't want her to work so hard. I know I'm going to be so distracted now."

"You can still do all that and be with this girl, you know?" I say. "Why didn't you bring her? I would have liked to meet her."

"Jessica. Her name is Jessica. She gave me her number," he smiles like an idiot and it warms my heart. "She already had plans with her family."

"Jessica? I kind of expected you to end up with some rapper, hip-hop momma," Leah says.

"No," Lil' G looks dreamy. "She's nothing like that. She's beautiful, you guys. She's perfect. I think she's rich," his face falls a little as he says that. "She said 'Hello' when I said hi. Hello. She said it like that. Hello. I really like her, Rachel."

Paul comes up behind me and presses a kiss to the top of my head. "Nice going, dumbass," he tells Lil' G as he pulls up a chair next to him.

Lil' G flushes. "I'm sorry, Paul. I just wanted to share the news so badly."

"I hope you're taking this better than Luka did."

"I am, I am. I got her number. Her name is Jessica. She's studying to be a writer," the enthusiasm in his voice is great until his expression drops again. "I know how you guys are about imprinting. You say it's a sure thing that she's my other half. But Paul, I don't think we're the right match. I think she comes from money. She seems…classy."

Paul stares at Lil' G for a moment. "You were embarrassed introducing yourself with that stupid name, weren't you?" he guesses correctly, and Lil' G blushes. "You're not getting married tomorrow, kid. You have time to re-invent yourself."

"Not all girls go for a guy with a bank account. You could charm her into falling in love with you," Leah adds and I stare at her, trying to determine if she's really okay with the imprinting news or if she is being sarcastic.

Lil' G's expression remains bashful until Paul clears his throat. "Jake let you go into this music thing like you wanted," he holds his hands up when Lil' G turns to him, looking defensive. "It's your passion, I know, I'm not stopping you. But the sensible thing to do now, would be to add on something to your education. Add on, I didn't say change. Business studies, maybe. You can do something else in the music industry. I'll be honest with you G, you don't sing so good. And you have a house to buy your mom, a house to buy for your future wife and kids, your sisters to take care of."

"You really don't think I could be a rapper? Rappers make millions."

"I see you doing something in music. But singing is not it, and I don't want to see you end up working in a music store, because your rapper dreams didn't materialize. You say this girl might be rich? You're going to have to impress her parents some day. I'm not telling you to do something impossible. A chance for a good education is open for you, kid. Don't waste it."

"Wow, listen to you. Are you the same Paul Winters I knew from when we were young? Can't believe I just heard you sprout all that. Is that why you went to college?" Leah asks with a teasing grin.

"Oh yeah. I had an imprint I wanted to impress."

I just grin when he says that. He's impressing me now with how smoothly he's gotten Lil' G to rethink his education plan. I've never really approved of Lil' G's choices but I'm beyond impressed with how the master manipulator was using the heat of the moment to brainwash this impressionable kid. But even then, a part of me wishes I could get Lil' G alone because I really, really want to hear the whole story from him. I'm so curious right now. How did he notice her first? How did he approach her? How does she look like?

"Oh, so all this money and the big cars were not the reason, huh?" Leah drawls.

"Hmm…I always knew I'd be driving a big car," Paul smirks. "Only this way, it's not a stolen car." Then he reaches across and picks up the ultra-sound pictures that are on the table. "This junior?"

Leah's grin almost threatens to split her face. "Yes!"

"Who's junior?" Lil' G asks.

"My baby," Leah says as she places her hands on her barely there tummy. "And's he's not junior, he's Xander."

"Oh yeah?" Lil' G asks as he leans closer to Paul to look at the picture. "Is he blonde?"

It was another successful party and I'm happy and satisfied. It was a great day spent with good friends, and now almost everyone has gone home except for a handful of wolves. I get Keegan and Logan bathed and ready for bed, and I carry Logan downstairs to say good night to Paul before I tuck him in. Keegan runs ahead of us. I suppose on hindsight, I should have called for Paul to come upstairs instead of bringing the boys down, I should have known that the conversation with the guys would be pack related. But I never imagined the kind of fireworks that can ignite - that does ignite.

"Keegan, wait," I call out when I hear the raised voices. But he doesn't wait, I try to reach for his hand but he's too fast. "Keegan, come back," I call as I hurry behind him. I hope the guys don't start cursing. It was really hard distracting Keegan when he wanted to know what fuck was. Paul still doesn't have full control of his filter.

"Don't forget that it's because of his imprint, that Paul is leaving the pack. He doesn't want to be a wolf anymore!" That's an argument I'm sure, between Luka and Lil' G. And if I can hear it, I'm sure Keegan could too.

"Daddy?" there's horror in his voice, and that tone all little boys have when they want their father's to put something right.

I can't see Keegan's expression, but I see Paul's. He's staring at Keegan in shock. "Hey Kee-man," he tries. He really tries and I can see him make the effort to try to look nonchalant. "Came to say goodnight?"

"Daddy, you're wolf, right? We're all wolf, right?" I can see that Paul doesn't know how to answer him, this is something we should be easing him into. Not throw it at him like a slap in the face. I don't know how to help both of them and I almost want to hate Luka. I suppose Paul's continuous silence answers the question for Keegan. "You don't want to be a wolf anymore?" he demands in tears. Then he turns and runs upstairs. I'm torn for a moment. I have a baby in my arms, I have a husband who's heart just shattered, I saw it shatter in front of me, and a little boy sobbing his eyes out upstairs. I choose Keegan as I turn and hurry upstairs.

"Baby?" I murmur as I pull the covers down from his face. "Keegan, baby, don't cry. Please." And Logan coos with me, staring at his older brother in distress.

"Daddy doesn't want to be a wolf anymore, Mommy," Keegan is almost inconsolable and I climb into bed with him and hold Logan on one side and Keegan on my other side. For once Logan stays still.

"Daddy will always be wolf, Keegan. He's just not going to phase anymore, so he can grow old like a normal person."

"No!" he sobs.

"Keegan," Paul appears by the bed. "I should have talked to you about this earlier. I'm sorry, Kee-man. You shouldn't have found out like this."

"Are you really stopping, Daddy?" there's hope in his voice.

I wonder if Paul would give him the truth, seeing how upset he is, Keegan is. "Yes, I am. I've been wolf for too long and it's time to stop." But then Paul would never think of lying to his sons. I love that about him even as I contemplate the sensibilities of that.

Keegan gasps and I pull him to me. The pain he's going through with this news is heartbreaking. "Not everyone is born special," he states brokenly. "Grandpa Billy said, only some of us have the magic because we are chosen to be the protectors. You can't stop, Daddy!"

"I am stopping, Kee. I choose to be with my family now." Keegan stares at Paul still teary eyed and I can almost see his mind working, the wheels spinning. Then he seems to come up with some sort of a decision before he turns and buries his face in my neck. Paul reaches out and gently touches Keegan's shoulder, and Logan and I watch silently. "Kee? Buddy?"

"I hate you!" I hear the muffled voice of my son and I watch as Paul's face crumbles. Oh no.

A/N : I'd really like to know your thoughts and feelings for this chapter.