A/N: Not mine. The plot and a few characters are. That's it.
Emily is not in my story. Sam has imprinted with… can you guess? Gabriella! He has been since the beginning.
Review PLEASE! I don't know if I'm doing good or not. Please!
Oh and this is a SamOC. Sorry about any confusion! Sam is 20 and Gabriella is 16 cause her and Quil are twins.
Going camping with mi familia for the next 3 days. So I'm giving you 2 chapters, the one before this one and this one. They're short so they really count as 1 though… hope you enjoy!
Chapter 13
When I woke up, my mom was standing over me. I looked around but Sam was no where in sight. A slight pang hit me right in the gut and I knew it had nothing to do with the baby. My mom smiled at me and hugged me.
"Why are you so happy?" I asked, bewildered.
"I'm going to be a grandmother!" she said happily.
"You do know that teenage pregnancy is frowned upon, right?" I asked.
"You are so silly!" she said, tapping my nose.
"Whatever. Everybody out so that I can blow this joint." I said, waving them out.
They all left and I changed into jeans and a t-shirt that my mom had brought me. I stepped out of the room and headed towards everyone.
"You want me to take you back to Sam's?" Quil asked.
"Uh, sure." I replied, and I knew he sensed my uneasiness.
The car ride was silent and Quil seemed almost reluctant to let me out of his car. I smiled at him as I got out of the car and headed inside, intending on going straight to bed. I was in the bedroom about to lay down when the front door slammed open. I walked down the hall and into the living room to see Sam pacing back and forth.
"This isn't right. We're not ready. No!" he said over and over again.
Tears filled my eyes and I let out a soft sob. Sam whirled around to see me and his face softened.
"You don't want me or the baby do you?" I asked, my tears coming faster.
I didn't wait for a response; instead I ran to our room and shut the door, locking it behind me. I slid to the floor in gut-wrenching sobs, listening to Sam yell through the door as he banged on it. I fell asleep laying against the door, my tears drying on my face.