Being an Imprint 101: Conclusion
Carina's POV
It's been almost five months since Seth and I got married. We lived in his apartment for a few weeks before deciding to buy a big enough property in La Push and transform it into an inn that could hold an eatery and five bedrooms for now. Since Jacob's mechanic shop's branch in Seattle had already adjusted and now has its own regular mechanics, he let Seth stay here in La Push. And lately, I don't think that Architecture is my calling so I switched into Interior Designing. I don't have to go to school since I'm studying via Internet, letting me stay at home and take care of my husband. Now, we don't have to go anywhere and we could m0nitor the inn. It worked for both of us.
Plus, Seth wants to stay here because of Sue. We all know that Leah and Caleb are going to end up into a married couple and that would mean that she's gonna have to move. I mean, they're practically living in right now, seeing that Leah's spending majority of her time over Caleb's place. Seth doesn't want Sue to be left all by herself.
I also discovered that no matter how a couple treat each other when they weren't married yet, there's still some adjustments to do after the wedding ceremony. For example, Seth and I have to cut down the amount we're used to spending individually so that we could pay expenses at home. My mom and dad told me a long time ago that there are three ways I can kiss my allowances bye bye. The first one is when I graduated and got a job. I had always thought that this is what's gonna happen to me. The second one is if I got pregnant while still under their roof. And the third one, which was what happened, was if I got hitched while still studying. Although they're fine with me marrying the love of my life, rules are rules. So now, I could say that it's kinda hard when I wanted to buy something but couldn't. I don't want to use my savings because that's always been there for emergency cases and I'm shy to ask Seth for money which he had been working hard for.
Also, I have to do things I'm not used doing. I've got to wake up before Seth does―it's very hard to do that especially when Seth keeps me up late at night to do some loving―and cook food for him before he goes to work. I cook for him even before but that's usually when he's day off and doesn't have to wake up early. I've got to make sure every thing is fine at home before he goes home. That also means I've got to clean up the house so whenever he's home from work, he would see a nice and clean house. And I'm not used to cleaning up every thing before. Back then, I would just do basic cleaning like sweep the floor inside and outside the house, wipe dusts and organize things in the bedroom. Now, I've got to add mopping the floor, cleaning the bathroom, washing the dishes, doing the laundry and some gardening. Sue helps me do household chores but she's got some things to attend to outside the house and since I'm the only one at home, I've got to do most of them.
There's still my duties at night. In bed. Where I keep him really satisfied. I don't think I've got to explain more on those.
Sometimes, we would argue over little things. I mean, who doesn't? Right?
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I remembered we once argued who's a better superhero: Batman or Superman?
"I say it's Superman." he had defended. I was just sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. His head was on my lap and he was eating chips while watching Justice League. Someone told me that men think and act like they're someone who's five years younger than their actual age. So let's say that Seth's just turned twenty-four, minus five makes him a nineteen year old. But isn't JL just for kids? Oh well, I found that side of him cute.
When Seth opens an argument, he never backs down. And when I could argue back, I would.
I marked the page I was reading and closed the magazine. I took off my reading glasses. Lately, I've been feeling nauseous when reading. I guess this is the result of too much computer because of my online classes. He doesn't dig the innocent look anymore, it was now the librarian. Whatever. I came up with the innocent librarian. We don't get so much sleep when I do that.
"I think you're wrong, babe. It's Batman." Of course I had to choose Batman, he already claimed Superman. Plus, I really do think Batman's better.
"Why? Batman doesn't have those flying abilities and man of steel reputation."
"You should remember that Batman's only human. That makes him closer to reality than Superman is. And we should give credit to the fact that, yeah, he's human. But he could do all those."
"Maybe you're right. But let's not forget that Superman could save thousands or millions of people alone. Meanwhile, Batman's got to have all those gadgets."
"Yeah he could. Superman's looking all cool saving those millions of people. Oh, and all the while, he's wearing a red underwear outside hispants."
"Hon, both of them have their briefs outside their pants."
"Yeah. But babe, it pains me to see that he's a superhero and he couldn't mix and match the color of his outfit perfectly. I mean, red and blue with a bit of yellow? Come on! It's painful to the eyes. At least Batman's keeping it simple with black and gray."
"But that's too dull. And why does he have to personify those bats using himself? Was he bitten by a radioactive bat like how Peter Parker was bitten by a radioactive spider? The answer is no. So why?"
"Well bats are often mistaken as a creature of the night. They're associated with vampires, which I now know is impossible, and were therefore feared by many men in the belief that they're evil when they're not. And in Batman's case, he was known as a rogue by―" Seth had cut me off.
"Exactly. He's a villain in the eyes of so many people. That only means he's not doing his job right. And he's really a coward because he's hiding his face so people won't recognize him and get pissed at him."
"Unlike many superheroes, including your Superman, he's hiding his face because he's a genuine helper. He's saving the world, or Gotham city at the least, without expecting something big in return. And he's got it made. He's a billionaire so why would he bother helping people out if he wants those big rewards or something."
Seth was about to retort a very good, I assumed, come back when the doorbell rang. He stood up to get it. It was none other than Ruth, Emily's and Sam's only daughter. Emily was behind her, looking like in a rush.
"Can you please look after Ruth for a while? Leigh's teacher called and said he was rushed to the hospital 'cos of a sprain. Sam's working and no one's gonna look after Ruth." she said. Leigh is their second child. Ruth is the youngest and doesn't go to school yet, she just turned three last week and will go to school next school year. We're the closest she could trust their child to. Add the fact that Emily is the Clearwaters' relative.
"Of course. You go see your son." Seth told her. Ruth had already made her way to the couch.
Emily peeked in to look at me. "I'm sorry for this rush."
"It's okay. We don't mind. I understand." I knew that in the state she was in, clearly worrying for Leigh, she wouldn't be able to handle two children.
"Thank you." she said and said good bye to us. "Mommy will call later, baby." she told Ruth.
Ruth nodded. "Bye mommy."
After the two had said good bye, Emily left as quickly as she could.
When Seth came back to the couch, Justice League had gone back from its commercial break. And then, he just had to ask a child.
"Ruth," he called her attention and when the little girl looked at him, he continued. "Who do you think is better? Superman or Batman?" I rolled my eyes at him.
"Easy. Powa' Puff Girls." she said and went back to watching the show that I don't think she liked even a little.
Seth was stunned. I laughed. Soon, he laughed, too. Who knew that the PPG would be able to defeat Batman and Superman?
Ruth just took the remote control and changed the channel. I would bet a million bucks that she used the diversion to change the channel to Spongebob.
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Seth's POV (A/N: This is like a continuation of Carrie's looking back at their married life together.)
Carrie and I have our arguments or fights from time to time. We might seem like the perfect couple but the truth is, we're not. And we know that. We have our differences and that's the reason why we sometimes banter.
She could be a perfectionist―when cooking new recipes, I call this too-much-stick-in-the-book type―and would sometimes not let others help her even though she's having a hard time herself.
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"What's the difference between peanut butter that has no peanut chunks in it and the full cream one?" I asked her while we were grocery shopping once. She found this new dessert thing on the net and wanted to try it.
"Seth, I know what you're trying to do." Of course she does, I simply like the one with chunks in it 'cos they seemed to feel more like a mouthful than the full cream ones. The ones without chunks are smooth to the point that they're suspicious. "And for the nth time, I would want to try it like how it was on the net. When it tasted off, then I'll give in to your wants." What gives? I'm the one who's going to eat most of it anyway.
"Suggestions." I corrected and then shut my mouth. Did I mention that Carrie was PMS-ing during this time? Yeah. She was. I think it's her second day. In general, she's nice even though she has them, unlike other girls who get moody, but don't I―and you, too―dare anger her. She's like a malevolent monster and her glare alone could probably turn you into ashes.
Carrie sighed. It was a big sigh. That's warning number one. I kept my mouth shut after that until we got home.
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I had thought that that would be the last of her pissed-off-during-PMS moment. I had learned how to be careful and she doesn't get pissed that much anyway.
But boy was I wrong!
You see, two days after that, and she still has her period―she gets it for four days; imagine four days without having sex with my wife?!―that I did a phenomenal mistake.
It was bad.
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"Seth?" she calmly called me from the back. I could smell the laundry soap and I could tell that she was checking the laundry when she called me. I did the laundry for her, figuring that I should help her with the chores.
Her voice was so sweet then. I thought she was going to thank me with kisses and all so I giddily got up and answered, "Yes, honey?"
"Come here." she said. I did as told with this huge-ass smile on my face. I shouldn't have been fooled with her sweet voice.
When I got there, she turned to me with an evil glare. On her right hand was what seemed to be her favorite top. That top was one of my favorites, too. It was off-shoulder, allowing me to kiss her shoulders every time I get a chance. It was pale yellow and made in a delicate fabric. Which meant that it shouldn't be washed with heavy duty laundry.
What did I wash this time?
Shit. I washed jeans. And that was yellow. Not only was it ruined in color, it was now officially ruined.
With her death glare, my mind kept on repeating the swear words.
"What is this?" she asked.
"Uhm, your favorite top?" I almost squeaked.
"What was its color before?"
"Pale yellow."
" Care to explain why it's now black and completely ruined?" she was close to screeching.
"Uhm―" I started saying my excuse. Of course, that one would be a complete made-up one because I know how it could've happened. I was putting the jeans and dark clothes that could be put in heavy duty. I wasn't paying attention and was just putting everything in the wash because I heard a very interesting conversation. That conversation happened probably a mile away from where I am but hey! I'm a wolf. It was Brady trying to hit on some girl down the beach. And I was laughing so hard because of the lines he was using. It wasn't that bad, but you gotta admit, once you're tied to a woman and then you hear someone else say the lines which has the same context of what you used to say is damn funny. Not to mention ridiculous.
Carrie held up her hand, palm up. "Never mind." she sighed a deep sigh which she released as fast. "I don't wanna know." Then she started to try and fix her top.
"I'm sorry." I told her but made no move to go over her. She wouldn't want that anyways. We'll just make this into an even bigger mistake.
She didn't answer and just continued fixing the ruined top. I decided to leave for now. It wouldn't do me any good if I just stayed there.
But as quickly as Carrie gets mad, that's how fast she gets over it, too. Especially for people she loves. I was already on the bed later that night, no patrols or anything to do, and was trying to get some sleep when I heard Carrie's footsteps approaching the door.
I was looking at the door before she even had the chance to turn the knob. When she got in, she looked like she was hesitating and I swear I saw her peek first before noticing that I know she was there and straightened her features.
She closed the door gently. I know she was trying to prolong going to bed with me. However, every action, no matter how slow, has got to come to an end. She got on the bed. We didn't really need to get a blanket or comforter because I'm her personal heater. She would only take them out if I'm on patrol the whole night.
I did the routine and hugged her. It's gonna be too cold for her later when the night goes on especially when the windows are open.
"I'm sorry for being bitchy earlier." she said quietly and kissed my chest.
"Naw. It's alright. I understand." I told her and kissed her head.
"I wouldn't know what to do if you don't understand." she said and got quiet. She wasn't sleeping yet, just relaxing. And I was just happy having her in my arms like that.
"You know it's my last day today." she said after a while. I hummed in response. "So tomorrow, we could, you know." she said and turned to me to wag her eyebrows. I know what she's talking about.
I grinned at her. "Just you wait till tomorrow." I said in a dark tone and she laughed.
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Other times, I would feel jealous. It's not that I'm not sure whether she loves me or not and was afraid that she found someone else better, but jealousy comes with being in love. It makes the relationship interesting. Sometimes, I think she does it purposely to get a reaction and we could spend the night kissing and making up. Or more.
We were in a book store in Seattle―I would humor her once a month with her love of books―when we came across their magazine section. Carrie practically dragged me to that direction.
"Oh my gosh." she said, sounding like a teenager. She still is and that's something I can't just take away, but it's not often.
"What?" I asked. She was holding a magazine with this guy on the cover. I have no idea who he is.
"Look." she said and pointed the guy on the cover. I think he's still a teen and was just developing his muscles, reminds me of my younger days―the time I went wolf. Anyway, he was half-naked and wet with the fact that he's on the beach.
"What about him?" I asked, confused now.
"Don't tell me you don't see the resemblance?" she asked.
"Nope. Who is he anyway?" And what resemblance is she talking about?
"His name is Boo Boo Stewart. He was in this movie where he, ironically, is a werewolf." (A/N: That ain't Eclipse I'm talking about since there was no Twilight at all.)
"Yes, and?" I prompted.
"He looks just like you when you were a teenager!" she said with this smile and excited look.
"Oh-kay?"
"I'm buying this." she said and walked away with that magazine towed.
Later that night, I was getting frisky. We were on the bed already and she was reading the magazine that she just bought. She was leaning on the headboard and I was lying down with an arm around her waist.
I kissed her left side since that was nearest to me. She didn't budge even a bit, she normally would. I tried caressing her with my fingers ever so lightly. She loves that so much. However, she didn't appear to notice it.
I glared at the cover of that magazine. The boy's smiling face was mocking me. It was like telling me that I stand no chance against him.
I peeked at the page my wife was reading and it was something about that boy on the cover. More specifically, it was something about the movie which he was a main character. There was a picture inside, from one of the movie stills, where he was opposite this guy who kinda looks like Jacob when he was younger (A/N: That was Taylor Lautner but since Seth isn't supposed to know this kind of stuff, he wouldn't mention who he is).
That was it. I growled and took the magazine and threw it across the room. I imprisoned her between my legs.
Her eyes narrowed. "I was reading that."
"'Was' being the keyword, hon." I said and kissed her, effectively cutting off any remark she had in mind.
She never did pay attention to the magazine that night and on the following months.
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Carina's POV
So yes, Seth and I have our arguments and other things a normal couple would do. Besides him being a wolf, it's a normal relationship. There are times when normal relationships are the sweetest of all.
We didn't have any much drama. The biggest one we had was when I had a miscarriage. But we made it through, thank God.
Seth and I never had those big fights. Well, n0t yet. For the record, our worst fight was when I got jealous.
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Seth and I were in Olympia. We were having lunch in one of the fast-food joints there and were sitting on the tables outside since it was full inside.
We were in the middle of being all lovey-dovey when a girl holding a tray approached us.
"Seth? Is that you?" she asked which made our attention turn towards her. She has the same color tone as Seth, only lighter, which made me think that she's a Quilleute. Her hair was brown and was stylishly short. She was pretty.
Seth seemed to think for a moment. Maybe he knew her before he started phasing into a wolf and was therefore blurred a bit. "You're... Ashlee, right?" he answered.
I stiffened for a moment. He told me once that his first girlfriend was named Ashlee. Could she be that Ashlee?
"Of course, it's me. How could you forget?" she asked teasingly. That statement answered my question.
Seth just chuckled. "It's been years." he said and turned to me. "By the way, this is my wife, Carrie."
I smiled at the woman who smiled back at me. Was it just me or did she have that disappointment in her face? Anyways, I kept my cool which I know wouldn't last long. "Nice to meet you."
"Me too." Yeah, right. "I didn't know Seth got married."
I just smiled at her. That's always my reaction when I'm feeling awkward with these kinds of situations. What do I tell her? Oh, Seth imprinted on me and everything started from there?
"Can I join you for lunch? Or am I going to be a bother?" she asked. Great. Make my Seth feel guilty.
Seth looked at me and I just shrugged. "It's okay. Maybe we could catch up. I haven't heard from you since you moved out of the res after junior high." he said.
Ashlee sat down. Then, they both got down to it. Catching up about stuff I barely noticed. I wasn't paying attention to whatever and was just eating. I think I'm feeling jealous. I mean, she's Seth's first girlfriend for crying out loud.
I would answer and laugh politely when they asked or told something funny. Whatever. My mood had gone sour. I think it started when she showed a sign of disappointment that Seth is married.
"Oh, so Carrie's still in college." I heard her say and that's when I started listening again. Or maybe this new topic would instantly be shut down, like how she converted to another topic when Seth said something about me earlier. "What course?" Maybe not.
"Interior Designing. I was into Architecture first, but I decided that it wasn't for me." I answered.
"So what school do you go to?"
"I go to UW at first. But now, it's online studies."
"Why switch from UW to online?" The way she said that sounded to me like, "Can't take the brainiacs in UW?"
"Seth and I got married and we both don't want a long-distance relationship." I answered simply.
As expected, she dropped the conversation like a hot potato. I never did join their conversation unless they asked me something. I was only being comforted with the fact that Seth's arm was around me.
There's something about this girl I just don't like. She's giving me negative vibes. Not so negative though. But I could tell that we're not going to be the best of friends. It's a woman thing, I guess.
Jealousy? I'm not so sure. I can't remember being jealous to someone because of Seth. Although I remember those girls who were trying to make Seth notice them when it was our first monthsary. I just showed them that Seth's mine and that was it.
Maybe because Seth had always made me feel secured when we're together. And even if we're not, I know I could trust him.
But now?
They're so comfortable with each other. After all, she was the very first girl who made Seth's heart jump. The reason why Seth's eyes opened to this love thing. And right now, she's acting like she knows Seth more than I do.
Maybe she does. Maybe they've been together longer than us. My only consolation being Seth's imprint and wife.
I don't want to think anymore.
Thank goodness, she said goodbye. Saying something about her lunch break being over.
Even as she disappeared from my sight, I didn't feel the relief I was supposed to feel. I had completely lost my energy and appetite, as evident by the unfinished food in front of me.
"Where do you want to go next?" Seth asked me.
"I wanna go home." I said with finality in my voice.
He was taken aback by what I said. Usually, nothing makes our dates go wrong.
"Are you feeling sick?" he asked me after he had recovered.
I just shrugged weakly. "I just want to go home. I don't feel like staying out anymore." I said and stood up to walk to his car.
Puzzled by my actions, he followed me. How can he not have a clue as to what's bothering me? Do I have to elaborate? Men!
Maybe this seems childish. But I can't help it if I felt so insecure and jealous by that woman.
Whatever.
I didn't talk for the rest of the trip back home. Seth tried cheering me up but he's not doing it right. He really has no idea what's wrong. Well, at least he has an idea that I'm not fine.
As soon as we reached home, I got out. I would usually wait for him to open my side of the car so I could get out. But I'm mad that he still has not figured it out. Or at least a part of it.
Sue was in the living room when I got in. She had confusion all over her face. When Seth and I go out, we would always get home late.
"You guys are early." she commented.
I kissed her on the cheek. "Oh well." Was all I could say. I don't want her to get involved so I just kept my mouth shut. I continued to go upstairs. Before I reached our room, I heard the front door open and Sue asking Seth what's wrong.
I didn't hear what he said because I was already inside our room. I was in the process of changing clothes when Seth got inside the room. No doubt he used his speed to get there fast.
He sighed. "Okay. What's wrong?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You still don't know?"
"Is this about Ashlee?" Was there amusement in his voice?
Frustrated, I sighed. "Yes."
"Are you jealous?"
"No." I said almost instantly.
"Carrie."
"Okay, fine." I raised my hands but let them fall down to my sides. "Yes, I'm jealous. And I feel insecure. She," I paused, hesitating if I should call her that or her name. I chose the former. "She knows you longer than I do. It's possible that she knew you better. She's the first girl you've paid attention to and was the reason why your eyes opened to this love thing. You two looked so comfortable around each other. And I can't help thinking that if she wanted you back to her, she could make you go back."
I didn't realize that there were mists in my eyes until my vision became blurry and I had to wipe them away. I don't know what reaction I was expecting to come from him. But I certainly did not expect him to laugh out loud! Which he did! The nerve of this man!
"You found this funny?! Well, I certainly don't! If you wanna laugh your ass off, do it outside. And I don't care if you go back or not!" I said and childishly dived for the covers—which had been put there because Seth was on patrol last night and I didn't bother taking them off this morning. God knows how much I want to cover my face.
I was crying. I don't really know why I'm crying. Probably because I've let it all out. I didn't really know if Seth had gone out or not. I don't care at that point.
Soon though, big, warm arms wrapped around my exposed waist―i just realized that I hadn't put my shirt on. I yelped in surprise.
"Sorry, hon. Didn't mean to startle you." he said.
I didn't answer. Seth took the covers off my face and effortlessly turned me around so that I would be facing him.
"I'm sorry for laughing like that. It's just that, I found it funny that you feel jealous over nothing." he said. His breath was fanning my face and his hands were caressing my back. Is he trying to distract me?
"Nothing? Th—" Seth had put a finger over my lips to stop me from saying anything.
"Please let me finish." he said and I pressed my lips tightly.
"You don't have to feel jealous or insecure over nothing. Although she had known me longer than you did doesn't mean that she knows me better. You know me as much as my mother does. You know even more than Leah does because you know how to make me crazy in a good way. You know how to seduce me. Ashlee, as far as I could remember, couldn't remember what I like and don't like even after months of dating. And hon, I'm always comfortable with people. And I've always been most comfortable with you." he paused to hold my chin so that he would be able to look at me. "And she had never been the first girl I've paid attention to. Nor had she been the one to open my eyes to this 'love thing' as you would say."
My brows furrowed in confusion. "Then who?"
"You." he smiled at this. "Remember that photo of us when we were kids? You were my first kiss as much as I am yours. That clearly stated that you're the very first girl that I paid attention to. And it was also you who opened my eyes to the fascinations of the heart. You're the very first woman that I loved. As for that thought that she can take me away from you, that's never going to happen. Imprint or not, I'm going to stick by you until you're the one who wants to push me away."
"That's never going to happen." I told him and kissed his chest. "I'm sorry, Seth."
He kissed my temple. "Just promise me that you'll remember every single thing of what I said before you get worked up on things not worth our time."
"I promise." I said.
"And there's one way you could show how sorry you are." he added and smiled mischievously. I think I know what he means. And that was soon confirmed when he unhooked my bra.
I rolled my eyes playfully when he hovered on top.
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So there. That's how our life is as a married couple. If you're really going to analyze it, it's just a normal relationship. Minus the supernatural, of course. Oh, there are times when we would get tested, but that's just normal. Those kinds of things would always be there.
Before Seth, I've had my life planned out. The majority of it anyways. Even though nothing worked the way I had wanted it to, I wouldn't have it any other way. And if there's one thing that happened to me that I've always wanted, that's to have a guy who loves me and for the two of us to have a not-so-complicated love story.
Being an imprint is the same as being a long-term girlfriend who would end up being a wife (or a boyfriend/husband in Caleb's case) to the one who imprinted on you. All in all, and like I've said, it's just a normal one. If you're not going to let their supernatural genes get into you, you are guaranteed to have a blissful (although not always because of some obstacles) love life.
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The following is kind of the epilogue for this story and the prologue for the connecting story of this. The connecting story (I call it that since it's not really a sequel) will be entitled 'Heat of Summer'.
My thoughts were soon interrupted by the phone ringing downstairs.
Sue was gone overnight and Leah's in Caleb's house as usual. I gently freed myself from Seth's arms. As fast and quietly as I could, I took his shirt and wore it.
"Hello?" I greeted the person on the other line as soon as I reached my destination. Who could this be? It's already one in the morning.
"Hello. I'm sorry to disturb but does a Carina Ramirez live here? Or Carina Clearwater?" The person on the other line asked. She sounded so damn familiar.
"Speaking. Who is this?" I'm dying to find out.
" Carrie! Thank God! It's Ryann (A/N: I searched that name and yes, Ryann can be used as a girl's name)."she said.
My eyes widened. "For real? Oh my gosh! I can' believe this!" I said excitedly. "How are you? How's the cheering squad?" Ryann is my torchbearer when I graduated high school.
"We're good. Same same. Competitions and stuff. Oh yeah, I got your number from Neal, if you don't mind." she answered. Being a small school that I had, almost everyone knows everyone and would at least have one common person to link them to someone else. Not to mention that our houses are near each other. Neal and Ryann are neighbors and their parents are friends, too.
"It's okay. So, I'm sure there's something important going on and that's the reason you called me." I said. I've always been direct with her.
"Oh yeah. Well, heard about the international cheering competition?" she asked. When I said yes, she added, "We're in."
"What? Seriously! I'm happy for you guys!"
" Thank you. And it's going to be held in Seattle (A/N: Hey, don't ask me. I make these things up.)."
"Which means what I think it means, right?" I asked her. I found myself smiling. I didn't realize how much I missed cheering!
"We need all the help we could get. And we have luck on our side when we found out that it's going to be held in Seattle which is near you." she said. I know her enough that I could imagine the relief in her face.
I chuckled. "Ry, I'll be more than happy to help if this is going to be on summer." I told her. I'm sure she knows I'm still studying on top of being a housewife.
"Exactly." she said. I could imagine her smiling widely.
"Gosh! You guys surprise me in ways that never get old. Alright, update me with stuff until the time of your flight. On Facebook so it'll be free." I told her.
After that and some catching up, I put the phone down and went upstairs.
There, I cuddled with my husband who woke up ever so slightly. Enough for him to hear and answer what I said.
"I love you, babe." I said and kissed his chest.
He pulled me closer. "I love you too, hon." he then kissed my temple. We both drifted back to sleep.
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A/N: Oh my gosh! I could cry. I love this story so much and now it's finished. I am going to miss writing about Seth and Carrie. (Takes a deep breath to re-compose myself).
Okay, so now you guys know that it has a connecting story. As I've said up there, this story and that story are only connected because of Carrie and Seth and it's not a sequel since it just won't connect to that level, capiche?
That story, Heat of Summer, shall be posted here after―I repeat―after Embry's story. Embry's story will be a loose connection to Being an... That's because there will only be a slight mention of Carrie and Seth. I don't even think that Carrie and Seth will make an appearance. Mentioning yes, appearance not so sure.
Oh, and this is the part where you guys might get pissed at me, Embry's story will be delayed for about a few months because I plan on focusing on Jacob and Nessie first. Yeah. Jacob and Nessie for (I'll try and finish them within) four to five months? Sorry guys, I'm going to college in less than a week. Then, Embry and whatever her name shall be for about the same time as this story.
Yeah, Heat of Summer might really be posted on summer 2010.
ANYWAY, I really do hope you guys enjoyed this last chapter and the story as a whole. Thank you for reading, everyone!
XO,
ladyxvamp-wolves
P.S.: Oooohhhh!! Extra chapters up soon, and probably some outtakes (up to you if you want to read it). I'm writing extra chapters just for the fun of it. I've got some unfinished business to do with some characters. I'm quite evil.