My New Life Chapter 10: Parents and Pregnancies
Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer hence I do not own the Twilight Saga. I do, however own Elly. And Embry's imprint- ahem.
A/N: This is a kind of filler chapter- I'm in the middle of a ton of tests for school and getting my internet replaced. Anyway, I want to know what you think I should write next- a story about Embry and his imprint, Leah and her imprint, Seth and his imprint, or Brady and his imprint?
I walked into Embry's house to find him standing like a statue while his mom yelled at him. When she saw me, the yells died away.
"Sorry it took me so long. Emily and I had to finish cleaning up," I said to Embry.
"You were with him?" Mrs. Call asked in a freezing cold voice.
"Yeah. We were at Sam's, talking about some..." I glanced at her wondering whether this would help or hinder the situation, "family stuff. Mostly about my future. We lost track of time. I'm sorry."
"Oh," Mrs. Call frowned, "Go to bed, Embry."
Embry nodded and we walked to the end of the hall where the doors to both of our bedrooms were.
"Thanks," he whispered in my ear.
I smiled at him and went into my room, putting on my pajamas that Emily had bought me (we had returned all the clothes that no longer fit and gotten ones that did fit).
Have you imprinted on anyone, Embry? I asked out of the blue. Embry and I were both in wolf form, running towards Sam and Emily's and breakfast. Embry hadn't wanted to phase, but I had asked if he could so that I could phase as well- another one of Sam's rules was that I wasn't allowed to phase by myself.
No. Embry thought defiantly, but in his thoughts I caught a few snippets of images. A pair of bright green eyes, a length of silky, strawberry blonde hair, and a gusty sigh.
Then what was that? I demanded.
A girl... I wish I had imprinted on. Embry thought, his mind fading out as he phased back.
I cursed the fact that we had arrived at such a inconvenient time. Because his last thought, about wishing he had imprinted on her, felt (or sounded, however you want to put it) a lie to me.
I was sure that he had imprinted on her. So why was he keeping it a secret? Everyone else had had no qualms about sharing (usually too much) about the objects of their imprinting. Maybe he could share his reluctance to share with Paul and Jared.
Embry wouldn't want to phase again, not while I was around. Which meant I'd have to find out what was wrong with him when we were human and I couldn't hear his thoughts. Darn. That was going to be so much harder.
I phased back and pulled on the clothes that I had tied around my leg. Then I walked out of the thicket of bushes and to Emily's small house.
"Elly!" Seth cried, a grin lighting up his face. I swear, he was always happy.
"Ells, whatcha doing?" Brady asked, coming over to grin at me.
"Why aren't you in there, bugging Emily until she gives you something to eat?" I asked.
"'Cause Sam's in a really bad mood. Emily's throwing up all over the bathroom and he told us to beat it." Brady said, his face tragic.
"Imagine what he'll be like when she's giving birth," Seth said, the expression on his face making it clear that he was not looking forward to that occasion.
"Neither of you have ever gone through that kind of pain and worry. When you do, you'll sympathize," Collin's voice said from the doorway into the house.
I spun to look at him, my lips automatically pulling up into a grin. The night before I had used my supernatural hearing to listen to Collin as he slept in his house that was just down the road from Embry's. It had comforted me to know that I could hear him, but it was even better to be able to see him. I could only imagine the level of happiness and safety I would gain with his arms around me, because I was still afraid. Not of Collin, and not of any of my pack-brothers, but of the memories that resurfaced every time human skin touched mine.
"What's with Embry?" Seth asked quietly.
Seth, Brady, and Collin had all come closer to me so that we were only a few feet apart and I could hear the near whisper of the question.
I turned to look in the direction that Seth was looking and found Embry, staring into the forest yet again.
"I think he imprinted..." I mumbled.
All three sets of eyes swiveled to me.
"Really?" Seth demanded.
At the same moment Brady asked, "Who?"
Collin just looked at my face, evaluating the information he could gain from my eyes and the feelings in his gut. "He didn't tell you anything, did he?"
I shook my head, "I asked him when we were phased and he said that he hadn't, but then I caught a couple flashes of images of a girl."
"Score!" Brady said with a grin. I rolled my eyes. I was beginning to feel sorry for anyone he might imprint on.
"He said, about the images, that it was a girl that he wish he had imprinted on. It felt like he was lying, though."
We watched Embry for several more minutes, not moving or talking.
"C'mon, let's go see if we can get someone to make us food," Collin said, smiling at me.
At the word 'food' both Brady and Seth's bellies started to rumble.
"I'm starving," Seth said.
"You don't even know what that means." I snapped. Starvation was a touchy subject with me.
"He wasn't thinking, Elly," Collin said quietly, soothingly.
"Sorry, Seth," I said, conscious that my cheeks were bright red and that I couldn't tear my gaze off the ground.
"'S okay." Seth said, exhibiting, once again, the reason that he was one of my favorite brothers.
Nothing, nothing, could disrupt his calm happiness. Sure, he was really annoying a lot of the time and I often wanted to steal his optimism from him, but it was nice when I said something I didn't mean.
Brady and Seth grinned at me and then raced off together, towards the front of the house where I could hear the rest of the pack and the imprints laughing, talking, and goofing off.
"Embry?" I asked, turning to look at my brother. He was still staring into the trees, like he was trying to see through them. His face was full of pain and he looked the unhappiest I had ever seen him.
He didn't even twitch when I called out his name.
I frowned and moved closer. He only realized that I was talking to him when I waved my hand in front of his face.
"Coming," he mumbled, still staring into the trees like they were hiding something from him.
"So where we gonna go then?" Paul demanded, his arms crossed. He was fuming.
Sam had downright refused to let Emily make a meal for us. He had insisted that she needed to rest and sleep.
Then the argument had started. None of my brothers had enough money to pay for their huge appetites at a restaurant and none of them could cook. No one knew anyone who would be willing to cook for all of us.
The first people to come up were, of course, my brother's imprints. Claire, for obvious reasons, couldn't cook. Kim had a cold and she couldn't really cook anyway. Rachel... well, no one really brought her up once she gave us all a death glare. I came next.
"How 'bout Elly?" Jared suggested.
"No way." Brady and Seth said together.
They'd already experienced my deadly attempts at cooking.
It devolved from there.
In the next half an hour I thanked, well, whoever was listening, that my brothers' imprints were there. If not, every single one of them would have been fighting, tooth and claw, with each other. As it was, there was an awful lot of shouting. Lesson: never ever keep one of my brothers from his meal.
It became quite clear that no one was going to agree on what to do for breakfast, so everyone went to wherever they called home. Or wherever their imprints called home.
I didn't really have a home besides the Call's and I already knew that there was no food in the house. Okay, so there was food in the house, it just required preparation before it was edible. And any preparations I did would ruin the food.
Brady had patrol and Seth was going to visit the Cullens with Jacob. Embry had vanished as soon as the fighting about food started. Sam was definitely out. That left me with Collin.
"You hungry?" he asked, pointlessly.
"Of course, silly," I smiled at Collin, my heart beating faster as we walked to the road.
It was barely drizzling, not enough to make me wish I had a rain jacket. Collin started to walk down the road and I followed him, knowing he wouldn't take me somewhere I shouldn't be.
"If you want a good breakfast..." Collin trailed off, biting his bottom lip.
I frowned, my eyebrows furrowing as I tried to figure out why one of the feelings swirling in my gut was anxiety. Why would Collin be anxious?
"My mom can give us some food," he whispered to his feet.
I was incredibly glad that it took him a few seconds to look up at me because that gave me time to get my expression under control.
Because what he was saying, or trying not to say, actually, was that he wanted me to meet his parents. That terrified me more than any bully who had tried to hurt me. What if they didn't like me? What if they were mad at me because Collin hadn't been home for three days- the three days he'd spent with me- and they thought it was my fault? What if...
But that didn't matter. My own feelings and fears were beside the point. If Collin wanted me to meet his parents, I would meet his parents.
Looking at my face, Collin quickly backtracked, "Or we could go somewhere else if you want. Embry's mom has plenty of groceries-"
"Col, it's fine." I interrupted Collin.
He watched me as we walked in silence down the road that led to Collin's house. I just enjoyed the scent of wet grass (such an unusual scent in La Push. Not!) and the damp drizzle on my face.
Just before we were going to enter his house, a small two story white house with a big yard, Collin stopped me.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'm not making you."
"I figured a few things out in the last twenty-four hours. I know what I want." I really hoped Collin knew what I meant, because that hadn't come out of my mouth the way I wanted it to.
"You know that my parents don't know, right?"
"That didn't make any sense at all."
"My parents don't know about the pack and everything." Collin whispered, his eyes darting towards his house.
I nodded, "C'mon. I'm hungry."
And terrified witless.
Collin opened the door and walked in. I hesitated for a fraction of a second then followed him.
A/N: Gee, I wonder what's gonna happen. Hmm... Guess I'll just have to find out.