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Family Matters

Rory's POV:

Mom was rescued a week ago, but dad kept her on bed rest even though she protested it constantly. I think everyone was still on high alert after the attack. Alex stayed by my side twenty-four/seven. He claimed he just wanted to stay at the house in case mom needed anything, but I think he was still reliving me being captured.

"Sleep well?" Alex said stirring behind me. I had woken up about an hour ago but couldn't bring myself to wake Alex up. He had been having trouble sleeping through the night, but he claimed I helped.

"Mhmm." I rolled over snuggling into his chest. I loved waking up to him.

"Do you want breakfast?" He began trailing kisses down my neck.

"I think I'm fine here." I moaned as he traveled lower to my collarbone.

"Me too." He smiled as he kissed his way back up to my lips. Kissing me with as much passion as he had the first time we spent the night together. His hands traveled down my back to the hem of my tank top, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin. I gripped the back of his shirt pulling him closer to me.

"Alex!" my dad called from my now open door. Alex quickly got off of me, moving to stand on the other side of the room.

"We were just about to go down for breakfast." I told my dad before anything got out of hand.

"Your mom's still not up to cooking yet." Dad informed me, he was by my mom's side all the time now. It drove her crazy.

"Did she say that or did you?" I joked, glad my dad wasn't about to kill Alex.

"If it was up to her she would be up acting like nothing happened and that she was perfectly all right." He scoffed.

"Maybe it might be good for her to move around." Alex suggested. I shot him a look, not wanting the attention to turn back on the fact that Alex had spent the night in my room. My dad knew of course, but he wasn't crazy about the idea of his seventeen year old daughter sharing a bed with her boyfriend. The only reason he allowed it was because he understood imprinting.

"I think we're going to go out for lunch. Do you want us to take the kids?" I offered, effectively changing the subject.

"I think that's a good idea. Sammy has been all over your mom since she woke up." I laughed; Samantha has been attached to mom since dad brought her back. I can't say I blame her though. I think we've all been in her room a little bit more than usual. "I'm going to see if Leah needs anything." Dad left leaving Alex and I alone again.

Alex walked over to stand by the edge of the bed and I promptly pulled him down on top of me, continuing where we left off.

"Come on, we have to get everyone ready." Alex pulled back.

"Why do you always have to be the responsible one?" I groaned.

"Because someone has to." He smiled kissing my forehead. "I'm going to run to home and jump in the shower and change. I'll be back in like five minutes."

"I'll be fine, take your time." But I knew he wouldn't, he does this every day. Rushes home, showers, changes, does whatever men do to get ready, and gets back here within twenty minutes.

I went to mom's room to check on her and gather Sammy. She was sitting on the bed folding clothes with Sammy.

"Does dad know you aren't laying down?" I asked jokingly.

"Hey he said bed rest, I'm still in bed." Mom laughed, she had been in good spirits despite everything.

"Alex and I are going to take the kids to the beach or something." I said smiling at Sammy.

"That will be food; I think everyone needs a day out. Including me."

"I don't think dad will go for that." I said apologetically. "Maybe you could talk him into taking you out, or at least leaving the room."

"Doubtful." I wasn't sure if mom was really upset by this or if she thought dad was being sweet. I know if Alex did this to me I would go off on him. "Sammy why don't you go get ready." She listened and jumped up from the bed, giving mom a kiss before leaving.

"How are you doing mom?" I asked, allowing a little worry to leak into my voice.

"I'm really fine baby. Your dad is taking good care of me." She pulled me into her arms. "I don't want you to worry about me. Go out with Alex and have fun. Everything will be okay now." I smiled holding her tighter, of course she was worried about me.

I heard the front door open, and knew it was Alex. I didn't want to be that girl who ditched everyone every time her boyfriend showed up, but the pull to him was really strong.

"Go," mom demanded, "I'll be fine. I remember when your father and I started going out we couldn't keep our hands off each other-"

"Okay mom, I get it." I interrupted her. So maybe it wasn't the imprint, maybe it was normal. I hoped so. "I'll see you later." I kissed her and ran down the stairs. Alex was already there, talking to Aaron and John. He looked up when I entered the room and his face lit up.

"You're not ready." I loved his smile.

"It'll just take a second." All the guys in the room scoffed. "Seriously, I just want to change into a bikini. I was thinking we could all go to the beach." I directed the last part toward the boys.

They cheered and ran upstairs to get ready. It's been a long time since we all hung out. I turned around to follow them upstairs to get ready. "You coming?" I turned around and winked at Alex. He practically ran over and grabbed my hand.

Now the hard part, which bikini to wear. I wanted something I could have fun in, but still look good.

"I like this one." Alex pulled out a skimpy white bikini from my dresser. Claire had talked me into buying it, but I never built up the never to wear it. I tried it on and was convinced that I was no longer a medium, however Claire had insisted that's how it was supposed to fit.

"You wish. You know I might wear it to the party Claire is having Friday." I smiled at him. Claire had told me about it before all the drama happened; it was going to be a bonfire on the beach. I wanted to invite Alex, but wasn't sure if he would want to hang out with a bunch of high school students.

"If you wear that I'll defiantly be there." He smirked kissing my neck. I smiled picking up a more conservative bathing suit. I wanted to be able to run around and play and not flash anyone. I turned around to face him and his smirk grew.

"Out." I demanded.

"You're the one that invited me up here." Alex teased.

"Fine." I shrugged, beginning to remove my shirt. Alex was out of the room before I even go it up to my bellybutton. The last thing we needed was to add any more sexual tension to our relationship. Alex spending the night here wasn't helping, but it made us both feel safer. I threw a red sarong over my black string bikini. Grabbing my bag I practically ran into Alex who was waiting right outside my door.

"Ready to go?" I nodded and we gathered the rest of the group and headed to the beach. Sammy brought all the necessary equipment to build a sand castle, while John and Aaron brought surfboards. Dad had been teaching them for a while, and let's just say I was glad Alex would be there. If anything were to happen I wouldn't be able to tell the front side of the board from the back.

At the beach Sammy and I quickly set up shop for the construction of La Push's biggest sandcastle. She had me build the structure for her while she gathered shells to decorate the castle. She didn't actually enjoy the construction, just the decorating. I couldn't help admire Alex, who was out surfing with the boys. He looked amazing without his shirt on. It took Sammy calling my name for two minutes to pull me out of my daze.

By lunch time the sandcastle was made and fully decorated and the boys were worn out, well at least John and Aaron. We went into town to eat at the local dinner. Alex and I had to keep our space, the pack understood imprints but the rest of La Push would probably view a thirty-four year old man going out with a seventeen year old girl scandalous. However that didn't stop him from holding my hand under the table or stroking his hand against my bare thigh. Anytime I tried to talk I would have to grab his hand to clear my thoughts.

"So John, have you hung out with Emily a lot?" I wanted to come of casual but this had been eating at me. I didn't want her to hurt him.

"It's been good I guess." He shrugged, eating his hamburger. "She mostly just asks me things about myself. Sort of like twenty-questions, except it doesn't end."

Even though he acted like he didn't care, I could tell how happy he was that Emily was reaching out. I hoped it was for sincere reasons. We chatted and ate until the boys felt up to going back to the beach. Sammy and I collected seashells to take back home and 'make mommy all better', her words not mine. After a lot of searching Alex came and joined us, grabbing my hand. I placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Eww! Sissy, why were you kissing Uncle Alex?" Sammy sounded outraged; I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Because Alex is my boyfriend." It felt weird calling the man that she called uncle my boyfriend, but hey that was life when you lived with shape shifters.

"But Rory, he'll give you cooties." At this point Alex was holding back a laugh, this was too cute. Sammy stood in front of us, hands on hips with a look on her face of utter disgust and outrage.

"Don't worry, he already got his cootie shots." I assured her.

Leah's POV: (For Famigleea89)

Lying in bed all day may seem like the ideal day, but in reality it sucked.

"Sam! Sam!" I started yelling. All the kids were out of the house and I was completely bored.

"You okay baby?" Sam practically ran into the bedroom.

"I'm bored."

Sam gave me an annoyed look, "I thought you were in pain."

"I'm fine Sam, I've been fine." I smiled at him, "Come here." He walked over to the bed and sat down. "I've been good; I haven't left this bed for the most part. I think you owe me."

"How do you figure that?" Sam was smiling, I was glad to see this side of Sam again, this week had been really hard on him.

"Well I'll continue to be good if you do me a favor."

"And what favor is-" I didn't let him finish; instead I crushed my lips onto his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me. My emotions this week had been all over the place, but the one constant was Sam's support and love. I just wanted to wipe the images of that disgusting vampire out of my head forever. And I wanted to be with my husband.

"Leah, you're not strong enough yet." Sam tried to pull back.

"Sam, I know what I'm doing and I think I know what I'm strong enough for better than you do." I protested, stripping him of his shirt. The recent phasing had made him look as amazing as he had when we were first married. Now don't get me wrong he still looked great, but as a shape shifter every single muscle was defined. Not something that a normal person could get easily.

I began kissing his chest, relishing in the taste of his skin. Sam groaned and quickly shifted my face back to his. This kiss held so much passion it wouldn't have surprised me if the whole house caught on fire. His hands began to tease the edge of my shirt, pulling it up painfully slow. Finally he removed the shirt completely and his eyes wandered all over me. And for the first time since I was a teenager I was self-conscious. Marks from the attack were still visible on my skin. I didn't want seeing me to cause his thoughts to go back to that night.

"You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen." He stated before he pulled me into another passionate kiss.