AN:

Oh my gosh. This chapter is here.

You're about to get to a big turning point for our little couple in this story, and it as always in my plans to make this happen from when I started re-writing this story.

I have mentioned previously that I started this story years ago and began posting it on a different account I'm not locked out of, and back then Daisy was going to have a life-threatening accident and lose her sight. It's morphed into something completely different, and I think I'm happier for Seth this way.

I'm honestly surprised I've had no reviews questioning this happening so far with details I've included from the get-go, but I'm glad it was kept a secret until now. Don't kill me if you hate it, just stop reading. Fingers crossed you like it, because I've always had a lot of 'what-ifs?' in my mind over the subject.

I also want to thank everyone who reached out to me with such wonderful and understanding comments when it came to mental health. I know it's not easy for people dealing with it to talk about, and it can be just as hard for anyone who hasn't had to struggle through it to understand. But I think including these hard things in any form that reaches people is important, and can be eye opening in the best way.

Thanks, guys!

Embarrassed tears rolled down my face as Seth drove silently out of the winding driveway and back onto the roads of Forks.

He'd reached over to take one of my hands, but my fingers were limp inside of his, and my upper body was turned toward my window as I struggled to get a hold of myself.

"I'm so sorry," he sighed finally, as we turned into my street. I finally turned my head from the window toward him, but kept it hung low, so he couldn't see my tears. Knowing him, he'd be able to smell them anyway.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked thickly. It was just like Seth to be apologising for something so out of his control.

"I shouldn't have left you – I know you get uncomfortable in groups, and I just went and did it anyway. And all because Paul and Jared were having an argument about how steak should be served." He groaned and lifted the hand holding the steering wheel, rubbing his face roughly.

"Seth, shut up," I gasped. "I'm sorry! I ruined the party, and I made you leave early! Nessie's going to act like it's all fine, but it's not. I'm stupid, and I should be able to handle my life better than I do." I pulled my hand out of his grasp and tugged at the ends of my hair, which had grown to my chest. Seth complimented it a lot. He liked it longer. I was going to grow it forever if that made him happy.

"Don't talk about yourself that way." He moved both hands to the steering wheel, and I saw his fingers strain as he clenched them. "You're obviously dealing with something, and you don't need to talk about it with me, but you can't let it eat at you like it is."

"I know that," I muttered. "But I don't want to talk about it."

"And that's fine," he sighed. "But at least stop trying to bury it. There has to be something you can do to figure it out."

"Act like it never happened." I replied with finality. "It's worked the last fifteen years. I'll keep doing what I'm doing."

He was silent for a long moment, and he parked the car in front of my house, turning it off but making no move to open the door. "But it's not working, Daisy," he said quietly. "I was listening to you and Edward from across the yard. One minute he was trying to put you at ease, and the next…" he trailed off and sighed heavily. "I just want to make sure you're doing okay. I worry about you. I want you to be comfortable."

"Well, that's not going to happen." I opened my door and threw my shoes onto the cement, marching to the front door and struggling to unlock it. Seth's hands met mine and turned the key gently. He stood back to let me walk in ahead of him.

"I'm a fucking mess, and you deserve better," I sobbed, kicking off my shoes and ignoring Juniper and Hugo as they met me with wagging tails and their noses in the air. "And you're fucking stuck with me, because your wolf thing is telling you we should be together, and it's wrong!"

"Stop it," he grabbed my forearm and turned me to him. "I don't like hearing you talk like that."

"How am I ever meant to catch up with your friends again when I've gone and embarrassed myself like I did tonight? They're all going to think I'm insane," I ripped my arm out of his and put my hands to my face, because I was sure by this point it was all red and blotchy, and I didn't need a reminder that he was ten times more attractive than I was.

And then he did something that was very Seth, and wrapped his warm arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head.

"Hey," he murmured quietly. "No one is going to think you're insane. People deal with this stuff all the time, you just happened to be unlucky and go through it in front of a bunch of people who pick up on way more than normal people would."

I sniffed against his chest, feeling my shoulders relax automatically at his embrace, and my face crumbled in sadness. "I just want to do better for you. I want to be able to act like a normal person. I want to be able to be honest with you, and I feel like I'm hiding so much so you don't realise how ruined I am."

"You're not ruined." He pulled away enough to be able to take a hold of my chin and raise my face to look at him, and his eyes were stern. "From now on, you're not allowed to talk about yourself like that, okay? You are everything to me. Do you know how it feels for me when I hear you say things like that? It kills me, Daisy."

"You deserve better," I gasped.

"Shut up," he kissed me gently, and rested his forehead against mine. "You are incredible. You are stunning, and you're talented. Anyone in the world would call themselves lucky to have you, and I thank whatever brought you to me every single day. And I'm going to tell you that until you believe me."

My eyes fell to his chest, and my body relaxed to the point that my arms were limp by my side. I knew this feeling. The exhaustion that came after a panic attack. And in a minute or so, I would have an adrenaline high. I'd had enough of them to recover too quickly.

"I'm going to have a shower." I told him in a whisper. "Are you coming with me?"

"I'm going to call Edward and let him know we're home," he told me, nudging me toward the bathroom. I paused at the doorway and looked at him sadly.

"Can you please apologise again for me? He didn't do anything wrong, and I want him to know I'm aware of that."

"I'll tell him."

I hadn't been able to fall asleep until well into the night, so I'd stayed up weaving. Seth had said he wasn't tired, and watched me from the couch where he sat on his phone, but I could feel his eyes on me. He was making sure I wouldn't break down again.

It was almost four in the morning by the time I'd calmed my thoughts down enough to go to bed. I'd gone from being incredibly angry at myself, snapping at Seth for no reason whatsoever, to being incredibly sad, because he didn't deserve that and I couldn't see how I could come back from the night and spend time with his friends without worrying about how they viewed me.

Not to mention, I still had to deal with Edward at dinner when he knew secrets I hadn't shared with anyone in my life.

I wasn't sure what time it was when I woke up, but there were no clouds for once, and the sun was high above my window. Juniper had taken to howling at something in the back yard, and I sighed as I nestled back into my pillow and pushed my hips back into Seth's to get comfortable.

Hard to get comfortable when he's stabbing me in such a delicious way.

I rolled over, feeling on top of the world. A good anxiety attack the day before will do that for you, I suppose. His mouth was slightly slack in his sleep, and I watched him innocently as I reached out, under the blankets, to grab him through his underwear.

His eyes parted slowly, and a small crease formed between his eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get the day off to a good start."

He didn't need any more convincing, rolling over me and holding himself up by his elbows on either side of my shoulders. "I wasn't expecting you to be in such a good mood today."

"I need to make sure you still love me," I grinned up at him, and he rolled his eyes before kissing me roughly.

Seth's kisses were always more than I could handle. I'd never literally been left breathless by someone in the past, but he always managed to do it for me. My hands gripped his waist, pressing against his warm flesh as I tried to soak him up, and I felt my thighs twitch and warm as I kissed him messily, our tongues brushing every few seconds and my breaths coming out shallow against his cheek.

He moved to kiss my neck, and I stretched my head to the side to give him better access. I felt his lips on my skin through every part of my body, and my hips rolled toward him automatically as he kissed my pulse point, his hands still innocently on the mattress.

"You drive me crazy," I sighed blissfully. I remembered I was meant to be proving to him that I was worth staying with, and my hands pressed firmly against his chest, doing my best to hold him off me. "My turn,"

He raised an eyebrow at me, but leaned back into his heels as I pushed myself forward, kissing the lower half of his stomach as I freed him from his underwear, wrapping my hands around him and staring him down as I curled my back to wrap my mouth around him.

He sucked in a deep breath, as he always did, as if this was the first time I'd ever given him a blow job, and watched me, a desperate expression on his face.

I prided myself on this, ever since I'd met him. I didn't think I was overly good at it before, but I seemed to do well enough to take care of Seth.

I pushed my head forward until it felt like I was at risk of gagging against him, and released him slowly, running my right hand along the saliva I'd left, and spreading it along his length. He was still staring me down, and I finally felt shy enough to lower my eyes and watch what I was doing as I leaned forward again, moving my mouth and hand in tandem, my tongue pressing against him firmly and falling away periodically.

I cried out as he lifted me, in one quick movement that my head couldn't keep up with, and turned me so I was straddling his face as he leaned back against the mattress. I'd only worn his t-shirt to bed, seeing as I usually undressed myself during the night when I got too warm beside him, and he took full advantage of that as I felt his lips against me immediately.

I sighed happily and let my head fall to his thigh, still gripping him with my right hand as my hips rolled against his face, building the friction he'd started with his tongue. I felt his finger enter me and I gasped against his skin, my thighs tight as they moved in time with his hand and tongue and lips.

"Don't get lazy," he chuckled, his other hand finding my head and pushing my mouth back onto him.

I was messy and unorganised with my movements now, because he was too damn distracting, and it wasn't until his fingers tangled in my hair and he pushed me forcefully toward him that I tried to zone out of what he was doing to me enough to concentrate on favouring him.

His mouth was hot against me, and his tongue pushed against me over and over, in a way that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I could feel the burning electricity starting in my arms and legs, travelling to my centre slowly, growing and growing with every movement my hips made, but the large hand in my hair let go to press against my lower back, stopping my movements so I had nothing to do but drag my lips back and forth around him and let him take complete control of my lower half.

It was when he pushed into me with his second finger that I felt myself begin to come undone, my cry muffled by the length of him in my mouth. The muscles in my stomach tightened, pulling my chest into his stomach as my thighs clenched on either side of his face.

"Fuck," he breathed against me, his tongue pausing for one second before rubbing against me harder than before. I felt my knees tremble and I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard a long, high-pitched moan tear itself from my throat, my hips doing their best to roll against the firm hold he had on them.

I probably squeezed him too tightly in my hand, but the fog started to clear after thirty seconds or so, receding with the static pins and needles in my pelvis. I bobbed my head sporadically over him, my fingers tight around him as I twisted my hand and raised and lowered it, until he gave up holding my hips and his fingers fell out of me, both hands curling over my scalp and guiding my movements, forcing more of himself into my mouth than I was equipped to deal with.

I made a choking noise against him, once, twice, three times, and I felt him pulse in my mouth, filling my throat as he released a shuddering sound between a moan and a growl, and his hands fell to the mattress on either side of us.

"I love you," I gasped, swallowing thickly and wiping my mouth.

"I love you. So much." He sighed.

I rolled off him, my legs still trembling as I stretched them and pointed my toes in the bunched-up blankets, the pillows somewhere over my head. I turned onto my side and gazed down at him, well aware I was being all gooey and gross and giving him the most ridiculous, loved-up smile my face could manage.

"Weekends are my favourite."

There was a frustrated scratching at the door, and I looked toward it guiltily as Seth chuckled, rubbing his face. "I think someone wants breakfast."

I fed the dogs, still just wearing Seth's t-shirt, and met him in the shower, where he promptly gripped my hips and pushed me against the tiled wall. I watched his face over my shoulder as he lined himself up and entered me swiftly, a long groan leaving my lips as I pressed my hands against the slippery tiles in an effort to get even closer to him.

After all these months, I was still so thankful for his resilience when it came to having sex. I think we could have managed twenty times in a day, if my own body wasn't so drained after the first few times.

He kissed my neck as his hands squeezed my breasts, pulling me against him with every move, filling me completely. It should have hurt, it had with my ex, who was no where near as well endowed as Seth, but it didn't. He always told me imprint sex was, simply, just better, and I had no reason to disagree with him. I'd well and truly had ten times as many orgasms with him than the guy I'd been with for three years, and it didn't look like that was going to stop any time soon.

I turned my head as far as I could manage, the water beating down on our faces as I caught his lips with my own, my tongue brushing his messily, and his right hand ran down my body, from my chest to in between my legs, his fingers moving against me firmly. I choked against a groan and jerked against his hand, and he released my mouth to stand up straighter, his hand wrapping around my hair and pulling my head back so it was against his chest. He wasn't usually rough with me like this, but I wasn't complaining. I closed my eyes against the running water, my lips parted in ecstasy, as he pounded into me over and over, until my knees buckled and my feet lost their balance underneath me. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, holding me at the height he needed me, and I held myself up with a hand against his thigh, opening my eyes and watching him as he stared down at me, his eyebrows pulled together and his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I love you," he grunted, his hips slamming into me harder and harder.

"I love you," I gasped back. "I love you, so, so, so much!"

"Fuck, Daisy," He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, and then they were burning back into mine. The sight of him, so wrapped up in me like I was in him, pushed me over the edge again, and I shuddered against him. "God, I wish you could feel what you do to me."

"I wish…you…could feel…this –" I gasped with his movements. "You feel so good, Seth. You're fucking magic. I love you so much – ugh," my eyes rolled further into my head, and I closed them against the feeling of him, and he took that as his cue to release my hair and find me again with his fingers, circling me over and over until the feeling of my orgasms got overwhelming, and hot tears mixed with the shower water and ran down my cheeks, disappearing into the water on my chest.

He let out what I can only explain as a ferocious roar, his hands moving to my hips and his fingers digging into my painfully as he thrusted into me further than ever before, holding me against him until his knees twitched behind my thighs and his body relaxed, his hands gentle against my wet skin.

And then I fell into a heap on my knees in front of him.

"Shit," he gasped, following me and wrapping his arms around my chest, pulling me back against him.

I giggled sleepily, wondering if I'd scraped my knees, or whether they were just going to be bruised. I would worry about that later.

"Sorry," he chuckled, his chest moving against my back. "I lost myself for a second there."

"It was worth it," I mumbled, closing my eyes against his warmth.

"Nope, wake up, little one," he nudged me. He raised himself enough to grab the bottle of body wash off the small shelf in the shower and bring it back to the floor beside us. He lathered up my skin slowly, pulling my arms under the flow of the shower water to rinse me off and kissed the top of my head repeatedly. "Rinse off, and then you can nap."

"Too hard," I mumbled grumpily. "I can go to sleep now."

He laughed quietly, scooping me up into his arms as if it was the easiest thing in the world, and I heard the shower shut off.

I woke an hour or so later, wrapped in my blankets, still completely naked. My feet were frozen in my blankets, and I wondered if I would ever feel warm again without him beside me.

I could hear the television in the lounge room, and I stayed pressed against my pillow for a couple of minutes before I finally forced myself out of bed, grabbing a pair of tracksuit pants and an old hoodie and throwing them on quickly.

He was on the lounge, stroking Juniper's head as he watched a cooking show.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he smirked as I entered the room.

I frowned sleepily and fell onto the lounge beside Hugo, tugging the huge dog into my lap in an attempt to warm up my feet. "What time is it?"

"Four," he told me instantly. "Dinner's not until six. Did you still want to come?"

"Yeah," I said unsurely, my eyes trained on the television. Someone was doing something with chicken, but I wasn't interested enough to pay proper attention. "Do you want me to come?"

"Of course I do," Juniper sighed heavily, perhaps annoyed all the attention wasn't on her, and he patted her side lovingly. He was a good dog dad. "But you know you don't have to, if you're not feeling up to it. Edward checked in again today, to make sure you're okay. He…he offered to pay for a year's worth of counselling, with someone Carlisle recommended. He said it could be good for you."

I felt rage bubble up inside of me, and I released a heavy breath through my nostrils. "I don't need counselling." I told him sternly. "I'm fine."

"You don't have to talk about what ever came up last night," Seth backtracked gently. "Just…maybe try to sort out these panic attacks, or something. It can't be good for you, being on edge like that all the time."

"I'm fine!" I repeated, my voice too loud for the caring tone my boyfriend was carrying. "Can you just tell him to stop worrying about it, please?!" I pushed myself to my feet, and shook out my hands, because my fingers were trembling, and that was annoying. And the stupid books on the coffee table weren't lined up the way I liked them, so I pushed them off forcefully until they clattered to the floor, a mess of pages and covers until I was sure I'd damaged at least a couple.

"Hey," Seth stood beside me and put a light hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know," I gasped. I pushed my hair from my face and tugged at my hoodie. "I'm hot. I'm angry."

He raised his hand to my forehead and frowned. "You have a fever. Are you feeling okay?"

I thought about it really hard, and noticed the throbbing in the back of my mind. I expected it to be residual grogginess from waking up late in the afternoon, but it didn't seem to be fading at all. "I have a headache."

"Do you think you're getting sick?" his voice was too concerned, and it annoyed me, and then I felt bad about it annoying me, and I twisted my lips in sadness and moved to his chest, letting him wrap his arms around me. "Oh, you're okay," he murmured, rubbing my back.

"I want to come tonight," I mumbled against his shirt. "I feel bad that I had to leave early yesterday, and I want to apologise to Nessie. But I can't go if I'm getting a cold."

"Well, it's not like anyone there will be susceptible to picking anything up from you," he reminded me quietly. "Give it an hour and see how you feel. I'll get you a blanket and make you a cup of tea. Can you sit on the couch with Hugo and Juniper for me?"

Seth's POV

Daisy decided to come to dinner, though she seemed less enthusiastic than usual. She sat quietly in the passenger seat of my truck, her eyes out the side window the entire drive, and I wondered where her thoughts were.

I was starting to worry about her, more than usual. It was obvious she was dealing with something she didn't want to talk about, but the last month or so she almost seemed like a different person. Before my birthday, she'd never snapped at me once, and now her mood swings were so erratic I worried about the smallest things making her sad or angry.

She greeted Nessie warmly, wrapping her arms around her and apologizing for leaving their party early, and let my friend drag her inside. Edward spoke to me quietly at the door, and I assured him she'd been mostly okay once we were away from the party and back at home.

Esme had cooked enough to feed a small village, and I piled my plate high with food, setting a similar size in front of my imprint, because she hadn't eaten anything all day. She nibbled at several different things, but set her fork down with a heavy sigh and leaned back in her chair not five minutes after starting.

"You're not hungry?" I asked her quietly, placing a hand on her thigh under the table. "You didn't have lunch today."

"I'm just not feeling too great," she breathed, leaning forward to rest her head in her hands.

Esme spoke brightly from the other side of the table, maybe trying to take the attention of my imprint after such a hard night before. "Renesmee took us for a drive to show us your house," she said excitedly. "It looks like it's coming along well."

"We're making quick work of it," I told her with an excited smile. "We should be able to move in after another month and a half, I think."

"I've organized a house warming gift for you, Daisy," Ness said quietly. "I think you'll like it."

"You didn't have to do that," Daisy turned her head and leaned her chin in her open palm, reaching out with her other hand to hold my knee. "Just having somewhere that's ours will be more than enough."

Esme and Daisy fell into a conversation about the color scheme my imprint wanted to be working with, and Daisy spoke in depth about her plans for each room, telling her things she hadn't even shared with me yet. I'd given the decorative side of things to her, knowing she'd have more fun with it than I would.

I finished my meal, and Jake and I replaced our empty plates with our imprints', making short work of them, as well. He was used to having to finish the majority of what Ness served herself, but Daisy was typically good at eating more than she looked like she would be able to handle, and I wondered if I should offer her anything else before I finished what she obviously wasn't interested in.

Jake and I ignored the synchronized chimes of our phones the first three times, but when his phone started ringing he sighed and fished it from his pocket, staring at the screen for a long moment. "I told them Leah would be handling everything this weekend. I thought celebrating our engagement was a good enough excuse to take some time off."

The call rang out, and he set his phone down on the table, then froze and picked it back up quickly, studying the messages in front of him as his face fell. "Shit,"

I felt sick before he said anything.

"Quil and Claire lost the baby."

Nessie's breath left her in a quiet gasp and I saw Daisy's head rise out of the corner of my eye, her hair swinging on either side of her shoulders as she shook her head. "No, they didn't."

Dinner ended quickly after that. No one was in the mood for conversation, and the silence hung over us as we respected Quil's request for privacy for the time being without any answers to our questions.

"What a weekend," Edward pinched the bridge of his nose as he pushed himself away from the table and escorted us to the front door. Daisy tugged on her jacket, her face lowered to her shoes as I stood aside to let her pass before me.

"Daisy," Edward called gently. "Seth said you weren't interested in my offer, but please consider it. I can recommend multiple people for you to talk to, and it might be nice for you to have a neutral party to discuss things with. I've seen the damage it can to do people to have things eat away at them."

"Thank you, Edward," she said politely. "I can handle things myself, but I might be in contact about anyone you think I should see sometime soon."

That was a better outcome than I was expecting from her on the subject.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her quietly as I pulled out of Jake's drive and started back toward Forks.

She laughed once, sarcastically. "I feel like I'm not allowed to say how broken and shit I'm feeling when Claire's going through what she is."

"You're allowed to be honest with me, honey," I said gently, reaching for her hand. Her fingers trembled in mine, and I frowned. "You've been spending a lot of time with Claire, this would have to affect you, as well."

"She was so excited," she gasped, and I smelled salty tears as they rolled down her cheeks. Daisy's tears were unlike any I'd ever seen before, way too big and they came too fast. It was as if they were relative to the size of her wide green eyes. "They had names picked out! She thought from the beginning that it was going to be a girl. I'm halfway through making a blanket for her –" she hiccoughed loudly and wiped a trail of tears from her chin with her sleeve. "She was going to be such a good mum, and I'm a terrible friend for making jokes about how I never want kids."

"She would never think that," I gripped her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Calm down, you're okay."

"I'm not okay!" she argued with a long whine. "There's something wrong with me. I feel like I'm falling to pieces and I don't know how to get back to normal!" she pulled her hand from my grasp and raised her ten fingers to the ends of her hair, tugging at it to the point it looked painful.

"What's wrong?" I slowed the car in our lane and looked at her worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"No…" she pulled her feet to the seat and rested her forehead on her knees. "Can you pull over? I think I'm going to be sick."

I pulled to the side of the road instantly. There were no streetlights, and the forest lining the long empty street cast out any light that illuminated the clouds above us.

I met her at her door as she swung her legs out and groaned, holding her head in her hands.

"What can I do? Do you want me to call Carlisle? He could be here in a minute." I offered hopelessly. I made to take her into my arms, but she pushed me away quickly.

"Stop being so fucking nice to me all the time, Seth! I don't deserve it! I can be an absolute piece of shit human being, and you still go and try to find things that will help me!"

Her sudden mood swing, not unlike several others she'd had over the past month, knocked the wind out of me, and I leaned toward her protectively instead of making a move to reach for her again.

"Daisy, you're just going through a rough time. You're okay, you'll get better. You've just got to calm down and clear your head. What did Edward say, about breathing? Maybe try that."

She seemed to be over the feeling of wanting to be sick, because she pushed herself from the car seat and began pacing back and forth, stumbling over large sticks and uneven ground. "No, I just need to do better. I could change my whole personality, maybe that would make me good enough to be with you."

I sighed and rubbed my brows frustratedly. "Stop it!" I snapped, louder and more aggressive than I'd ever spoken to her before. "Could you calm down for one damn minute and realize I think there's absolutely nothing wrong with you?!"

She paused for a fraction of a second, so slight that if I were completely human I wouldn't have been able to detect it. Her eyes were confused at my tone, maybe a little scared at hearing me speak to her that way. Then she shuddered violently and let out a scream so anguished it felt as though my heart was ripped straight from my chest. I jumped back as a flash of bright, cream-colored fur erupted seemingly out of no where, and hurtled chaotically into the trees surrounding us, knocking the smaller trunks to the floor. Terrified shrieks carried through the forest before me, growing further and further in distance.