Chapter 14

"Luck Is On My Side"

Finally I threw open the door and instantly felt those familiar warm hands that I would know anywhere, around me.

My eyes flew open and I found myself staring at the credits as they rolled down the TV screen; it was just a dream. But that's impossible because it felt so real. I swear he was just there.

I jumped off the couch and ran to the door and flung it open. But the hall was empty. This isn't happening. Maybe I lost my mind or something. I backed slowly into the apartment still staring at the vacant hallway. I felt my knees hit the ground as I began to sob.

"NO!" I screamed. But then the light bulb went off in my head. I love Embry and ignoring him was the worst plan ever. I should have tried harder to get a hold of him. And I can't sit here and cry while he's out there probably feeling like shit.

I wiped away my tears and pulled myself off the ground. I ran to my room tossing a pair of sweats into my bag along with my phone, wallet, and my keys. Without a second thought, I was running as fast I could to my car.

After about an hour drive, I was parked and waiting in line to get on the next plane to Seattle. I looked at the clock on the wall, 9:23. They have to have another flight was I could think. The attendant motion for me to come to the counter next.

"Hello, can I help you?" She asked in a totally fake cheerful voice. I instantly hated her.

"The next flight to Seattle," I said quickly. I watched in annoyance as she started typing away.

"It looks like luck is on your side. The last flight to Seattle leaves at 10:45," she said smiling as she looked up. But then her smile faltered as she looked at me. "I'm terribly sorry miss, but are you pregnant?"

"No, I'm just a fat cow, yes I'm pregnant!" I yelled at her. I noticed a few people look over at me, but I really don't care. I looked over and saw someone walking towards us.

"Is there a problem?" The guy asked. I looked at his name tag and he was the manager.

"Yes, as you know it's against our policy to let someone that is as far along as she is to fly with us," she said calmly.

"Excuse me, but maybe you should ask how far along I am before you jump to your own conclusions," I said. "And for your information, I'm 24 weeks."

"But we still need a doctor's note saying it's safe for you to fly," the manager said.

I pulled out my wallet and found the five hundred dollars I always have stashed in there. "Here I can pay cash! I'll sign some wavier saying I won't sue you if something happens to me or the baby. You don't understand, I have to get on this plane!" I said as the tears poured down my face.

I looked up into their faces and could tell their resolve was wavering.

"Please, I'll do anything you need, just get me on this flight," I said sounding defeated. I looked up into the manager's eyes.

He took a deep breath before he came closer and began whispering. "I'll not suppose to do this, and I could very likely lose my job, but you sound desperate. So you have to get a doctor's note as early as possible tomorrow and fax it. And do I have your word that if anything happens to you, you will not blame me or this airline?" All I could do was nod my head frantically. With that he pulled out a piece of paper and told me to sign it agreeing that I would not take legal action against them.

"Here," the woman said handing me a paper. "It's some tips to help you turning your flight," she said. "There's a gift shop around the corner that supplies healthy snacks, I got you first class, and just ask your flight attendant for plenty of blankets and pillows," she said handing me my ticket as well.

"Thank you," I said sincerely. Okay, maybe I don't hate her.

So a little over an hour later, I was sitting on the plane, praying to myself everything would go smoothly. And I don't think I have ever had a more comfortable flight. The flight attendant for first class would make sure I had plenty of water and wake me up every few hours so I could walk around. But as nice as the flight was, I couldn't be more elated when the pilot said we would begin to prepare for landing.

After using the bathroom, again, I walked around the airport thinking of a plan. So I pulled out my phone and waited for it to turn back on. I then noticed I had quite a few missed calls and voice messages.

"JENNA! Where are you? You are seriously freaking me out! Call me!" Bayleigh yelled as I listened to the first message. After about the fifth message like that I decided to ignore it. I had more important things to deal with.

I tried calling Embry, but he didn't answer. So he left me with no choice but to get into a cab and sit for the two hour hell ride I was going to have to endure.

Bless the cab driver's heart for driving quite fast and before I realized he was pulling into my old house's drive way. I thanked him and gave him a few hundreds.

"Now what do I do?" I asked myself out loud. So I did the only thing that came to mind: I was going to try to find Emily's house. And with that I set off just wandering around, until by some miracle I found myself standing in front of the little gray house.

I was completely soaked and freezing when I walked up to the door. I took a deep breath and raised a shaking hand to the door.

"COMING!" I heard Emily yell through the door. She opened the door and her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Oh my GOD!" she yelled as she pulled me into a hug.

"Where is Embry?" I asked once she pulled away.

"I don't know, but Quil is around here somewhere and I'll make him go find him," she said as she dragged me into the living room and pushed me on the couch.

After I felt a blanket being wrapped around me, I started to close my eyes from the sheer exhaustion I was facing. But then I heard a loud crash and my eyes flew open. And standing in front of me was a shirtless Quil.

"Sorry to wake you up, but Embry won't come back unless I have proof that you are really here," he said. Then he abruptly turned around and ran out of the door. Emily walked into the living room with clothes in her hand, shaking her head.

"He was trying to wake you up, but he didn't have to break my door," she said. "You should change out of those wet clothes, or you could get sick."

So I stood up and she helped me change. I did feel much better after I was out of those clothes and lying down with my feet up.

"Where the hell is she!?"

This time I made sure my eyes were completely open and I wasn't dreaming when I heard his voice. Then within the next second I saw him come running into the living room. He froze the moment he saw me. I quickly got off the couch and ran into his arms, where I immediately started sobbing.

"I'm so sorry. I was stupid. This is entirely my fault. Please don't hate me," I said over and over through my sobs. I felt Embry shake his head, but he continued to rub my back and held me closely.

"God I love you Jenna," he whispered into my hair. I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. I was shocked that I saw tears running down his face also. "I can never hate you. And of course this is not your fault."

He gently lifted me up and he went to lie down on the couch, pulling me on top of him. I winced slightly, and he noticed so he moved so that I had my back against the couch and he just held me as he looked into my eyes.

"You look beyond exhausted. You should sleep," he whispered gently and in respond my eyes closed on their own accord.

"Promise you won't leave," I mumbled.

"I don't plan on letting go of you for some time," he said as he kissed my forehead.

"Why don't you hate me?" I asked.

"I swear we will talk later, you really need to sleep," he said hugging me tighter.

And then I couldn't deny it anymore. I need to come to terms with this and accept it.

"Hey Em," I whispered closing my eyes again.

"Yeah Jen," he replied while playing with a strand of my hair.

"We're having twins," I said with a smile before I couldn't hold on to consciousness any longer.

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