Don't Panic

Sam POV.

"I have a daughter!" I felt like I was going to explode. I mean I married for god's sake. I can't have a kid. I look like I'm twenty because of the wolf gene but I'm really thirty three. This explains why she looks so familiar she looks exactly like Marissa. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I was pacing around like a maniac hyperventilating. My mind was racing back when I was seventeen.

*Flashback (sixteen years ago)*

"Marissa please! I love you more than anything." I begged she was leaving me because of a huge fight we had for a least a month.

Tears were running down her cheeks. "I love you Sam but how do I know your love for me is true?" she sobbed.

I came closer within two steps closing the space between us and look her in the eyes. I kissed her with passion and love I had for her. She wrapped her arms around my neck running her hands through my black hair. She was kissing me back. Our lips moved together and I slid my tongue in her mouth. She responded with me. I pulled her towards my bed and we…

*End of Flashback*

I thinking stopped. We made love that night. We had 'it'. Oh shit! Emily is going to kill me when she finds out. Oh no I was thinking out loud.

"Sam calm down, relax!" Leah calm over trying to make me relax but no way in hell that would happen. Wait why the hell is she here. She is never in a good mood or cares about a damn thing. Weird.

"Are you sure Carlisle?" I panicked.

"When we took some of your blood to give to her we did a blood test to see if it was true and it came back positive. So yes Sam, you are her father and she is your daughter."

Leah POV.

Don't panic. Don't freak out. Who am I kidding? Help us god!

Seth POV.

Not possible! I blame love.

Quil POV.

Can this get any worse? We need a manual for this kind of stuff.

Embry POV.

I'm dreaming or hallucinating or hearing things or have completely gone nuts!

Paul POV.

Two words were in my head. Mother F***.

Jared POV.

Oh shit! There is always something!

Collin POV.

WOW! Can this get any more awkward? I mean how the hell can this happen?

Brady POV.

I am one of the youngest but there are some words that should never be said going through my head. Like Holy F***!

Alex POV.

I open my eyes slowly feeling like crap. My chest was aching. I groaned. Jacob walked into the room. I gave him a weak smile. He looked relieved. "I missed you." I whispered. Then I looked into his eyes and I froze. I remembered everything now. Jacob was the wolf. The vampire was right. Vampires and werewolves exist. My wolf was Jacob I'm trying to process this. The horse hit me in the head and Jacob lied to me. He saved me. It doesn't matter what form they are in the eyes always stay the same.

"I missed you so much too." He walked over. My eyes went wide.

"You lied to me. I remember now." He knew exactly what I was talking about.

"I couldn't tell you then. I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"That you would run away screaming."

"Jacob I would never do that. You always been there for me and will protect me when I need you. I want you to be my wolf like I always saw you as."

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"This is my fault. I should have protected you?" Jacob frowned looking like he was about to cry at any moment.

"Jacob listen to me. Never blame yourself for this!"

"How?"

"Because I'm alive and breathing and I'm going to heal soon enough. I love you and I don't want to see you like this."

He nodded calming down.

"You don't care that I'm a werewolf at all."

"Nope." I felt like he wasn't saying something to me that I should know. To make it worse there was a long pause.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"It's nothing Alex."

"Don't lie to me Jacob Black." I said sternly.

He sighed and sat in a chair in the room and came close to me.

"Don't freak out too much but we found your father."

"WHAT?" My heart was beating ten times faster and I was freaking out and I couldn't breathe.

"Alex Samantha Uley . Relax please." Sam walked into the room. Wait Sam! Why the hell was I so stupid? Sam was my father. He looked exactly like my mother described him as. Muscular of course, tan skin, deep brown eyes, short black hair, and was the most caring person. Well, I never talk to Sam that much so I barely knew what he was like. No one ever told me their freakin' last names so how the hell I was suppose to know that he was a Uley.

"Dad?" I looked at him funny. It felt awkward. Out of all the sixteen years of my life I never knew him and I'm not going to lose him. Sam walked over.

"Yes?" I didn't know what to say.

Out of all the pain I felt I still sat up and gave him a hug and he hug me back as gently as possible. Tears ran down my cheeks because of my happiness.

"After you heal enough. I want to take my daughter home." My Dad whispered.