Leah had managed to not rip the borrowed clothes yet. When she arrived again outside the Uley's house she found herself taking deep breaths. Not only did she know that Sam would still be inside but she was nervous because there was no more yelling meaning she had either missed the birth or it was another false alarm. Come on Leah you can do this. She coached herself into the small house. She passed through the kitchen imagining all of the times the pack spent there. All the times Emily would bake. All the times Leah would turn her down and blame her for betraying her. Despite how many times she convinced herself she had a right to be angry she still felt guilty now thinking that in some way she had now betrayed Emily by not being there for her when she promised. All due to this stupid werewolf curse. Imprinting, Dimprinting, it's all the same pain. Leah thought viciously. A dark part of her was angry simply because she hadn't been able to be the bigger person, the one wolf that could ignore imprinting and make her own choices. Leah then realized that she was just outside Sam and Emily's bedroom. She grabbed the knob and turned.

At first glance it was a picturesque sight to behold. Sam sat against the window ledge looking out into the sunset. On his lap was wrapped a small bundle of blankets that he cuddled to his abdomen. On the bed laid his peaceful wife, spent from the toils of childbirth. That was what she saw at first glance. When she stepped into the room, hesitant at first expecting a burst of pain she realized that Sam was indeed crying silently, a sight that immediately broke the bonds designated to keep them apart. The tears glistened on his cheeks from the sunlight. The baby was wrapped unmoving in his arms. Leah took another step and looked at Emily. Her face was completely serene even with the prominent scars. The covers were pulled up to her neck. Leah walked towards the bed and that's when she noticed it. Or rather didn't notice Emily's heartbeat. Nor was her chest rising and falling from breathing.

"Emily?" She lay completely still. Leah walked right up to the bed and grabbed a hold of Emily's shoulders.

"Emily?" She panicked as she lightly shook the unmoving girl."Sam?" Her eyes bore into the back of his head until he finally turned around.

"She-she had an aneurism-" Sam choked out.

"No-"Leah gasped.

"Emily's dead." His voice quivered as he said those two words. Leah stared at him wide eyed, unbelieving. Her throat tightened but she refused to cry.

"Oh Sam!" Was all Leah could say before running to his side. She nearly crushed him into her body, smashing the baby who had stirred from its sleep and began crying. After a few minutes Sam spoke.

"We decided to name him Leonard." Still dry sobbing, Leah cooed at the baby who had quieted its own tears. "He's completely healthy." Sam paused. "Emily wanted you to be the godmother."

"Of course Sam…anything for Emily." Leah hugged Sam again. She felt as if all the cables, save one, were broken but in its place set this strange conglomerate of grief, redemption, bliss, and agony. Such a mix should never exist. Neither should shape shifters.

End of Book One


A/N: Okay Wait! Before you weep and stone me or toilet paper my house I have to say this is far from over. This is the first installation of a 3 story series. Leah still has a looooooooooong way to go. So please go straight over and read the prologue to the SECOND installation of the DimPrint series called: In Bliss and Agony. And not to give away too much from the next story but I may have to change its rating from T to M but I'm not sure yet (cause I suck at knowing how to rate stuff) .

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