Hey, guys! An apology is needed right? I've been an absolute numpty -British word meaning idiot- neglecting this story, feel free to tell me off for not updating but it's kind of hard to figure out what to do with this story and that isn't an excuse either but ch'yeahhhh, I'm updating now so here's the chapter –which will most likely be very short and will most definitely be crap just because it's my first one for a while- you've been waiting forrr. (:

Poke...poke...poke. 'Five more minutes, mum.' I mumbled. I heard a deep manly chuckle...and from what I knew, my mother wasn't a man. My eyes snapped open and I jumped out of bed yelling, 'I have an STD, don't rape me!'

I looked around and there was Embry, laughing his butt off. The events of the night before came back to me. Me going over to his house, finding out I'm his imprint and then sleeping over. Embry was still laughing when I jumped back onto the bed and kissed him. Immediately his laughter stopped and he responded to the kiss. This all just felt so right.

"What was that for?" He smiled.

"For being you." I replied.

"Cheesy." He said, laughing as he got off the bed and started making his way to the door. I laughed too and threw a pillow at him yelling, 'Whore!' after him just because I could. I followed him out the door in the oversized t-shirt which reached just above my knees that Embry had let me borrow which we both knew he wasn't getting back. I made my way to the bathroom with an extra toothbrush he'd given me a brushed my teeth. Then I tied my brown messy hair up into a messy bun, not wanting to deal with it today. I also couldn't be bothered to put make-up either, what's the point anyhow? I made my way downstairs to the smell of breakfast.

"Mmmm, what are you making?" I asked, wiping the little piece of drool that was threatening to escape from the corner of my mouth. I mean, his cooking was absolutely amazing but he didn't need to know how much I liked it, his head would just get big.

"You're favouriteeeee." He replied, grinning, emphasising the word 'favourite'. No, he couldn't be making what I think he's making...it's too good to be true.

"Oh my god, don't tell me you're making double chocolate chip pancakes, topped with maple syrup and cream?" I yelled, dancing while grinning. Phoebe used to make up before she left; she really needs to make 'em more often. Embry's smile faltered a little but he chuckled.

"No, you're other favourite." He said, laughing. I don't have another favourite, idiot.

"What's that?" I asked, curious.

"I'm making a spectacular cheese omelette, with extra cheese!" He yelped, turning the radio on as he danced around the counter.

"Embry, that's YOU'RE favourite!" I playfully exclaimed while grinning. He really was a knob, but he was my knob.

"Oh yeah, it is my favourite." He said, acting like it was a mistake. The song 'Booty Call' by The Midnight Beast came on the radio.

"B double O T Y, it's three over average girls calling three under average guys!' Embry sang –REALLY OUT OF TUNE- while doing the running man.

"We're fucked up and we're ready to play, we wanna do things we'll regret the next day!" I sang along, doing the cabbage patch. My dance moves are just too freakin' cool for you. Grabbing a spatula, I 'played' the guitar while Embry banged some pots pretending he was the drummer. Jumping on the counter, I had an epic air guitar moment, if I do say so myself. Then he grabbed my hand and we started head banging together, how romantic? (!)

But that's just the kind of couple Embry and I are. Different. Not everybody's cup of tea but hey? We don't really care.

Just as the song was ending, he spun me around and planted a kiss right on my nose. Smiling to myself, I thought of how amazing Embry was. I mean, he wasn't perfect, nobody was. He farted whenever he felt like it, when I was angry or shouting at him he'd burst out laughing, he liked to tug on my hair lightly which was very annoying, whenever we watched a movie together and I'd fallen asleep, he would grab a marker and draw on my face and when I least expected it, he licked my cheek. Yes, that's right, licked. There are many more imperfections that Embry has but that's what makes him Embry and without those imperfections, I wouldn't love him the way I love him now. He was just a big kid at heart and I was too.

"Here's your cheese omelette, one for you and...four for me." He said, slowly putting the omelette on my plate.

"FOUR for you? Wow, someone's hungry." I laughed. Seriously, who eats four omelettes in one go?

"You're forgetting something." He said with a straight face.

"What?"

"I'M A WOLF!" He chuckled. Oh yeah, sometimes I forget.

"Whatever." I said, not knowing what to say to that. I took the first bite of my omelette...ah. This was delicious.

"What's the matter? You look like you've just had an orgasm. Are my omelette's that good?" He said smugly. Prick.

"NO. You must've mistaken my 'orgasm' face for my 'what the fuck is this?' face, don't worry, people get confused all the time." I replied, smiling.

"Ouch." He answered. "That hurt."

"That was the intention." I laughed.

"Why are you so mean to me?" He asked, his bottom lip sticking out. He looked pretty darn cute.

"Aw, you know I love you." I said because even though Embry and I made fun of each other a lot, I still loved him.

After we ate our cheese omelettes which were pretty tasty, we went for a walk in the snow because you know, that's what couples do.

"It's so beautiful." I sighed. It truly was. The snow hadn't stopped overnight and it was still snowing now. The pure white snowflakes slowly reached the ground, joining the rest of the snow on the floor, piling up. Walking past houses, families were crowded around the fireplace, smiling and singing Christmas carols. Christmas trees were beautifully decorated and so were the houses, shining with lights. Children were snowball fighting and some of the parents joined in too. Couples were strolling the streets, hand in hand, looking happier than ever. It looked like this whole scene was taken right out of a picture book; it was such a lovely sight. La Push had never looked more beautiful.

Stopping, Embry fumbled for something in his pockets.

"What are you looking for?" I asked. He looked adorable! He was really determined to find what he was looking for, his tongue was sticking out slightly, and his eyebrows were furrowed. Suddenly, he grinned.

"AHA! Found it!" He exclaimed. Slowly, he pulled out mistletoe. I burst out laughing as he put it right above our heads.

"You know what this means, right?" He laughed.

"Shut up and kiss me." I replied. He leaned down as I tiptoed and his lips met mine. His lips were so soft and I knew that he'd dropped the mistletoe because both hands were now around my waist and both my arms around his neck. I pulled away and stared into his beautiful grey eyes.

"I love you, you big goof."

"I love you too, you door knob."

So there's the chapter you've been waiting forrrr. (:

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Love,

Kay (: