I'm going to try and update as regularly as I can, but it may not be quite so regularly again for the time being. I don't know. It might be... I love this story too much. It's a problem. P.s. I've just started reading the first chapters back, and I'm more in love with Carlisle than ever.
Eclipse, Chapter 9
Carys was well over an hour into her 'search' at the edge of First Beach, when she caught sight of Seth cutting ahead of a group of teens leaving school for lunch. Head down, he was seemingly more focused on shoving books into his backpack than his surroundings.
She debated for a few moments as she watched him from her car. Could she accost him? Her bladder twinged again. She might have to. Jumping from the car, she locked it and hurried to intercept him. It took until she was around ten feet away for him to glance up as he tugged the zipper closed. Swinging his backpack over his shoulder, he waved.
"Seth!" Carys stage-whispered, lowering her voice as she reached him and held her hands under her chin, hopping lightly from foot to foot. "I need the loo so badly. Please help me!"
Seth, whose expression had travelled quickly from morose to pleased to intrigued to downright alarmed, now tipped his head back and laughed. Straightening, he glanced behind him and said:
"If you give me a ride home, I will."
Carys narrowed her eyes and cast a serrupticious glance towards the teens. They had stopped, whispering to each other as they failed to conceal their interest. Had they been the cause of his originally sad expression?
"Are you using me for popularity-"
"You need a toilet, and I need to be seen getting into an expensive car," said Seth. Tapping his chin, he looked her over. "I'm nice; I'm not stupid. Don't worry, you look cold right now... Just... Don't think of waterfalls. The waves crashing. The sea gently-"
"Alright, alright!" she said, the situation becoming more dire by the second. "You're turning into Leah. Get in."
Seth grinned, trailing after her towards the car. When Carys looked back, she found he appeared composed, casual, as if he were strolling along without a care in the world rather than speeding after a desperate woman.
Five minutes later he let her in to his house and she called out a hello as she all but sprinted past a shocked, then laughing, Sue. By the time Carys emerged a few minutes later, Sue had been filled in and Leah was standing in the living room with her arms crossed.
"-have waited for me," she was complaining.
"There was only one seat," Seth said, gathering his long hair into a ponytail at the back of his head. "You're not the one who needs points with-" Catching sight of Carys, he broke off, a deep red splashing across his high cheekbones.
Was Seth being bullied? Carys wondered. Something twisted uncomfortably in her gut. How dare anyone be mean to Seth Clearwater? She voiced her opinion on the matter before she could stop herself, and a call of "I completely agree!" rose from the kitchen, where Sue had retreated the moment Seth's stomach growled.
Leah launched into an explanation despite her brother's protests. Seth wasn't being bullied per se, but he was struggling with the human after-effects of turning into a wolf more than some of the older members of the Pack.
The comments from other students (which none of them realised could easily be heard due to the Pack's enhanced abilities) got to them all, but Seth found it harder at times. He'd had to distance himself from his close friends when he needed them more than ever; when he was with the others it didn't prove so much of an issue, but school was a different kettle of fish.
"It doesn't help that half those boys keep skipping class," Sue added, placing a large serving platter piled high with sandwiches in the middle of the dining table, next to a similarly sized bowl filled with crisps. "I've had to tell him to come home for lunch so he doesn't have to listen to them questioning his eating habits."
"That's terrible!" Carys said as she frowned sadly. "And completely unfair. Poor Seth's eating for two!"
Grabbing three sandwiches and a handful of crisps (which Carys couldn't for the life of her call 'chips') for his plate, Seth scooched in his chair and complained, "I'm still here!"
"Oh, we know," said Leah. Addressing Carys, she added, "We should go out. I'm done for the day-"
"No you're not," said Sue firmly, sitting down next to Seth and taking a sandwich for herself before they all disappeared onto her son's plate or into his mouth. "You have homework and revision."
Leah's head tipped back, exposing her throat, and a minor argument ensued over whether or not her natural intelligence coupled with supernaturally enhanced speed and brain power made any difference to how quickly she could study.
Carys - feeling as if she'd regressed at least six years - ducked her head and held her hands behind her back, pressing her palms to the wall she was leaning against.
Every so often she glanced up, meeting Seth's eye over the pile of sandwiches he was steadily making his way through, and he grinned - no matter the stage of chewing. She struggled not to smile back at him too obviously in case Sue or Leah saw her, but she couldn't entirely hide her amusement.
Leah partially won the argument in the end - some ten minutes later. She was allowed to leave as long as she completed her assignments on Saturday morning.
Carys followed her out the door, waving goodbye to Sue and Seth, trying not to jokingly thank the older woman for letting them go and play. If Sue's barely concealed laughter was anything to go by, she knew exactly what Carys was thinking.
Leah jumped off the porch, skipping the steps altogether. Carys wasn't feeling quite so adventurous, and hopped lightly down them instead, thrusting her hands into the pockets of her puffer coat to stave off the chill that didn't seem to bother Leah in the slightest.
"Freedom," Leah sighed as they headed for Carys' car. "What are you doing on the Rez? Wouldn't have anything to do with Jacob saving Bella this morning, would it?"
"Jacob kidnapped Bella," Carys said, before giving her an overview of the situation from her point of view. By the time she was done explaining that Bella also had finals coming up, they were sitting in her car and Leah was acting as enough of a radiator that she didn't need to turn on the heat.
"Carlisle really doesn't care about her seeing Jake?"
"He does," said Carys, shrugging, "there's just nothing to worry about, is there? Wait." She turned in her seat. "Is there?"
It was Leah's turn to shrug. "So long as she doesn't hurt him again."
Carys briefly closed her eyes. "And if she does?"
"D'you want me to answer and us to get into an argument while we're in such a small space?" Leah asked.
"No."
Grumbling, Carys started the car.
Instead of anything too contentious, they talked about neutral things on the drive to Second Beach, such as Leah's upcoming graduation, and whether or not Leah would be Carys' bridesmaid - which the shapeshifter was openly touched to be offered, but doubted would be a possibility if there were going to be vampires in attendance.
"Does Carlisle count as a-"
"Is he a vampire?" Leah pointedly asked, effectively putting an end to Carys' line of questioning. Hauling in a deep breath, she rolled her eyes and said, "I'll think about it. That's all I can give you."
"It's enough," Carys said, though she was sure Leah had only agreed to think about it to get rid of the heartbroken expression on her face. "I promise you you'd love the outfit."
"Why?"
"'Cause you'd get to pick it?" she offered, unclicking her seatbelt and letting it fall through her fingers.
"Hmm... I'll think about it," Leah repeated.
"That's all I can ask for," Carys said hopefully just before they left the car.
"Embry and Paul - you remember them?" Leah said, changing the subject a minute or two later as they made their way down onto the sand.
"Yes." Carys searched her memory, and added, "I think." She knew who Paul was - he was one of the older shapeshifters - the one who nearly fought Emmett, and she vaguely remembered Embry in so far as he was a best friend of Jacob Black's, and the first of his friendship group to join the Pack.
Leah waved her back towards her after they drifted apart to avoid a small ditch. "Yeah, well... You remember I can't help what I think, and I share a brain with them?"
"When you're a wolf, yeah."
Carys couldn't imagine that was fun at all. From what Leah had told her, it was worse than she could fully comprehend. Leah kept her head down as they walked on, using her hair as a shield as she'd done before.
"I might have thought about your dad?" she admitted, high pitched and hesitant.
"Oh... Well... I guess that's..." Carys wrapped her arms around herself. She still hadn't worked herself up to telling her mum what she'd seen. Each time they'd talked, she'd heard her happy voice on the other end of the phone and had chickened out. "What does that have to do with Embry and Paul?"
Leah looked up, her face twisting as she said, "They might have made you part of a new group they're forming?"
"What kind of group?" asked Carys, her interest and overall astonishment warring for control over her expression.
"The Abandoned Supernatural Kids Club," Leah sighed.
Carys pressed a hand to her mouth to hold in her shout of laughter. "What exactly does it entail?" she asked when she was finally able to speak again - by which time Leah was rolling her eyes and huffing.
"Absolutely nothing. You've just all been abandoned by one parent - by choice," she added, holding up a hand, "and you're involved in the supernatural. Paul's the odd one out. His dad brought him back from Tacoma, but he hasn't heard from his mom since the divorce. Embry doesn't know who his dad is, just that it has to be one of the Pack's since he's a wolf, and you... Well."
"We should have a newsletter," Carys announced after they'd walked a little while longer. Spreading her arms wide, she lifted them to bracket her words. "Things our absentee parents said to us this month." Dropping her hands, she couldn't control her grin as she elbowed Leah in the side. "It'd be cheap, see? Wouldn't need to print anything."
Leah rolled her eyes to the sky but couldn't quite hide her amusement.
"Don't encourage them!" she whined.
Carys sobered. "Are they all still being horrible?" she asked.
"Horrible's a bit of an understatement, isn't it?" Leah suggested, but then squinted and shook her head. "Not all of them," she admitted quietly, "some of them, yeah, but since Quil imprinted it's been different. And I guess Paul's not so bad once you get to know him. He's got a temper - which means they treat him-" breaking off, she whirled around and glared.
"What's wrong?" Carys asked, joining her.
Leah pointed further down the beach, and Carys caught sight of what had annoyed her friend.
"Speak of the devil," Leah growled, "and the wolves descend."
"Do any of them own tops?" Carys asked, to which Leah's only response was a long-suffering sigh. "Jesus Christ," she added when they were just out of earshot - she hoped, "they're massive."
Leah let out a dark chuckle, but Carys didn't think it was a laughing matter. The three men drawing to a halt in front of them, sporting matching grins, towered over them both. Not one of them wore anything on their top halves. Only the middle one was wearing trainers. Each of them wore cut-off jeans. And the worst part? She couldn't be sure how old they were. It was worse than ever. The last thing she wanted to do was accidentally find a teenager in any way attractive, but there they were, making it impossible to ignore that all supernatural beings she'd ever met - with the marked exception of James - were somehow blessed with impossibly good looks.
"Hi, I'm Quil," announced the shortest one whose chin-length hair was being blown about by a gust of wind. Reaching out, he shook her hand with his far larger and warmer one. "You must be the infamous Carys?"
The second - slightly taller and leaner than Quil, commandeered her attention next, grabbing her hand the moment it was released.
"Embry," he said simply, smiling in a far less self-assured manner than his friend. "Heard a lot about you."
"I think we're in a club," Carys offered, to which he blushed and shuffled his feet.
She finally turned her attention to the last of the group, who was both taller and in possession of what she couldn't help thinking was a jawline carved by some god somewhere. She wasn't sure where to look, but his face wasn't a safe area. Neither were any of their torsos. Turning to face Leah, she sent her a look of appeal.
Leah was no help. "You're right Quil, this is Carys," she told them, shoving her in the side.
The shove sent Carys careening towards the last one of the group, and he held out his hands to brace her, grabbing her upper arms as her hands connected with his bare chest. This wasn't good. It wasn't as if she made a habit of it, but he was the first person she'd all but collided with when he was shirtless. Ever, if she thought about it. She wasn't sure if that was the type of thing you were supposed to tell your other half.
Hey lovely, she tested out quickly, I fell headfirst into some chiselled abs today. What did you get up to?
"Thanks," she said aloud, pulling back and sending a particularly angry glance Leah's way. Looking up at him, she realised she should really know his name. "Erm...? You are?"
"Paul," he told her, winking when she met his eye, "Paul Lahote."
"La-hot?" Carys attempted, her accent warping the pronunciation slightly as she tried to sound it out. In her defence, he'd said it so quickly.
"Lahote," Paul corrected.
"La-hot?"
"Lahote."
"La..., hote."
"Now say it faster."
"Lahote."
"Got it."
"Ah phew," said Carys, "sorry. I was thinking it was a bit too literal to be a-" Carys broke off with a gasp, then turned and walked quickly in the opposite direction, her cheeks burning.
Leah caught up with her a minute later. She, unlike the boys now tracking behind them, had the decency to control her laughter.
"Carys," she said as she grinned uncontrollably, "it's not that bad."
"Not that bad? Not that bad?" Carys demanded, flinging an arm out to indicate the still laughing shapeshifters. "Tell that to them!" Catching sight of their faces, she couldn't help but join them. Bending at the waist, she laughed until her sides hurt. "Oh god," she moaned when she was able, "last time I did something like that, I ended up marrying the guy."
"Still could," came a deep, amused voice from above her, and she straightened, shaking her head.
"Sorry. Three issues with that. One - I'm happy as I am. Two - I've got a far better option at home. Three - I don't date boys," she explained, smirking along with him and Leah. The other boys looked on with intense expressions, their gazes flitting between the three.
"I'm not a boy," said Paul, with an exaggerated wink this time. "I'm a man."
Carys bit her lip and strained to keep in her renewed laughter. When she could finally draw a breath, she nodded one last time and asked:
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen," he supplied.
Carys tapped her finger to her lips, wrinkled her nose, and shook her head.
"Too young?" he asked.
She nodded. "I prefer my men a little older still." Holding up her finger and thumb, she held them almost to touching, emphasising her point.
"Well I look twenty-five," he said, holding his hands out. "And you have to admit, with a surname like mine."
Leah, pressing her lips together as her body was wracked with silent laughter, announced, "This is amazing."
"You see, Paul, m'boy-"
Leah ducked out of view, unable to control herself any longer.
"-Not that you're not lovely," Carys went on regardless, adopting a mockingly-apologetic expression, tone, and stance, "I'm sure. And you must have many fine qualities."
"What," Leah gasped, "are you in an Austen novel now?"
"I just have to say... I fancy 'em English, and a bit older than that, even."
"How much older?" Paul asked with a smirk, hovering his right hand over his heart as if she'd wounded him.
"At least three hundred and forty years."
"And you're set on that?"
"Yes, pretty set."
Paul dropped his head in mock-defeat and feigned walking away dejectedly for a few steps before returning with a wide grin on his face.
"You're not as annoying as I thought you'd be," he told her. "I like you."
"Not too much, I hope," she warned.
He shook his head against another chuckle and wagged a finger in her direction.
"Don't push it," he told her. "You're still a leech-lover."
"Vampire-lover," she countered.
"Leech-lover."
"Vampire-lover."
"Leech-"
"We get it!" Leah cut across loudly, drawing both their attention. "Can I have my friend back now, please!?"
Grabbing Carys' arm in a vice-like grip, she pulled her away, quick-marching her down the beach. They'd left the other shapeshifters far behind when Carys dug her heels in and forced Leah to stop.
"You're not becoming friends with Paul," Leah said, rounding on her immediately. "You can have me and Seth. No more."
"I was going to ask why they don't hate me," Carys whispered, a little terrified of the angry glint in Leah's eye.
"Oh." The fight went out of her, but Leah shifted about, glaring at the sand this time as she rolled her shoulders and kicked at a piece of driftwood. "That."
"Yeah?"
Leah heaved a sigh, glancing up at Carys and away. "You told me about you and Carlisle, didn't you?"
"Yeah..." Carys wasn't sure exactly where this was going, but she figured it couldn't be all bad, in spite of Leah's expression.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, what?"
"Yeah," Leah said, raising her eyebrows and shrugging sharply as if it was all that needed to be said on the matter.
Carys didn't agree. She crossed her arms at her waist and stared at her until Leah relented.
"Fine. From the sounds of things, you and Carlisle are... Healthy. And kind. And he sounds like he really loves you... There's not much they can say against that - apart from him being a vampire and all... And yeah, some of the guys think him being a vampire-hunter who died on the job sounds a bit like it wasn't his fault."
Carys snorted.
"As long as you're not planning on changing... Hold up. You're not planning on changing like Bella, are you?"
Carys' face fell more than it had the instant Leah mentioned changing. She drew a deep breath and slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, admitting, "I wasn't planning on doing it until I was thirty."
"What do you mean you weren't planning on it," Leah asked softly, eyes glinting anew. "You mean, you are planning on doing it sooner? What's wrong with you?" she demanded when Carys winced and gingerly crossed her legs. "Are you... Did I make you pee yourself?!"
"No!" Carys' breathless laugh was pained as she pressed her hands to her lower belly. "Cramp."
"You're on your period," Leah matter-of-factly observed.
Carys shook her head, rubbing her middle until it relented. "Sorry. I'm fine." Straightening, she said, "Not for a week supposedly. The point is, yes. It's going to have to be sooner."
"Why?" Leah growled through gritted teeth, her entire body tense and shaking, rapidly speeding towards blurring.
"Why are things different since Quil imprinted?" Carys asked quickly and loudly.
"What?" asked Leah, suddenly appearing and sounding far more surprised and confused than angry or blurry. "What does that have to do with you becoming a vampire?"
Carys glanced at Leah's now unclenched hands, then searched her jaw for any similar signs of clenching.
"Sorry," she said. "I was a bit worried you were about to reach boiling point or something."
Leah smirked despite herself. "I'm not your kettle, Carys."
"Well I don't know how it works, do I?" Carys said, shifting uncomfortably. "And I don't really want to find out."
Leah rolled her eyes. After a minute or two she seemed in control of herself enough to ask, "Why do you want to be a vampire now? Are you sick? Dying?"
"I don't have a choice," whispered Carys. "Carlisle doesn't want to change me until he absolutely has to, and I don't want to be changed until then. Does that make a difference?"
Leah eyed her. "So you're sick?"
Carys shook her head. Part of her wanted to tell Leah the whole story. Get it off her chest. Admit to someone outside her family just how angry she still felt about it all. But she couldn't. If she did, it would only add fuel to the fire.
"Why?" asked Leah, flexing her hands.
"I can't tell you," said Carys.
Leah's nostrils flared. "You mean you don't want to," she said, nodding angrily.
"I mean... I can't-Leah!" she shouted after her as the younger woman turned on her heel and sprinted across the sand.
Carys tried to jog after her for a short while, but she couldn't keep up. Even if she'd been back on top form, she doubted she'd have been able to. She made it as far as she could before bending over, gripping her knees as she inhaled lungfuls of cold, salty air.
Looking up, she met Paul's angry gaze across the distance, an instant before Embry and Quil dragged him away.
It was raining incessantly by the time Carys gave up waiting by her car, back by First Beach, and slid into the front seat.
She pulled down her hood and checked her phone again.
Nothing.
Bella hadn't met her at two as they'd agreed. The first time she'd called Billy's number, he'd told her Bella and Jacob were in the garage, and he'd said he'd give them the message that she was waiting for her. The second time she'd called, he'd said they'd been given the message and Bella was heading back soon.
It was now three, and Carys was getting worried. She hadn't called home, just in case she was on the receiving end of an 'I told you so' from Alice, and she didn't want Carlisle to worry too early.
She jumped at the sharp rap on the passenger side door but quickly recognised the jacket Bella had left the house in that morning. Once she'd unlocked that side, the teenager pulled the door open and poked her head in.
"Sorry I kept you waiting," she said loudly enough to be heard over the rain, "I'm going to ride back on my bike."
"Is everything okay?" Carys called back.
"I was wrong about Jake," Bella said, sounding as if she were about to cry. "He'd rather I was dead than a vampire."
Slamming the door shut before Carys had time to respond, she ran back towards the motorcycle she'd parked a good few feet away, and took off.
It was several minutes before Carys was able to close her mouth.
"Okay then," she whispered to herself. "Jacob's a fucking dick..."
Wincing, she rubbed at her belly through a new cramp and picked up her phone to text Carlisle that she'd be in need of a hot water bottle or two when she got in. Hoping she could make it that long, she drew out of her parking space and sped up when she reached the main road to Forks.
Bella was nowhere to be found by the time she pulled into the garage, but the motorcycle was there, sitting innocuously beside the yellow Porsche - so she knew she must have made it back.
Carys headed up as quickly as she could - all the way to her bathroom, where she was pleased to find little more than spotting awaited her - and took care of the more urgent matters before changing quickly into a set of Carlisle's pyjamas and returning to bed, sinking back under the covers she'd been forced to leave hours before.
Carlisle joined her a few minutes later.
"I take it the trip didn't go as planned," he said, sitting on the side of the bed closest to her.
Carys shook her head, taking the hot water bottle he offered. "No," she said simply, her teeth chattering as she settled it over her belly, "not for either of us... But I think it was worse for Bella."
"She's gone to bed as well," Carlisle told her, dropping a kiss to her forehead. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," Carys said, gazing up at him. "Just been out in the cold a bit too long... Why?"
"Nothing. Your heart rate's a little fast, that's all," he said, holding the back of his hand to her skin. "It's been that way for a few days. You might be coming down with something... I doubt the cold made it any better. I'm not happy with Bella for keeping you waiting like that; I can't say I'll be charitable if you've come down with a chill."
Carys tried not to think again of what Leah had asked her earlier, but she couldn't help it. Tears stung her eyes. Leah had asked if she was ill, and now apparently she was - only, it wasn't in any way bad enough to make sense of her sudden need to transform into a vampire.
Her reaction alarmed Carlisle. "Carys?" he asked, gathering her up, duvet and all. "What's wrong, love?"
Slowly, as best she could through her tears, she told him that she doubted either of them would be welcome back on the Rez any time soon. Not as guests of Leah or Jacob, at least. He held her through it, listening and whispering soft apologies for how she must feel, even when she told him what she could of her reasoning behind not telling Leah the whole story.
It was only when she was finally cried out that Carlisle kissed her and passed her her phone. Carys wiped her eyes and checked it. There were two texts. Both from Leah. Sent five minutes before, in the depths of her soul-shuddering sobs.
I'd care if you were dead. What a fucking awful thing to say. Still pissed at you. Don't text back.
Don't get bitten or killed before I see you next.
Carys let out a watery chuckle.
"And now?" Carlisle asked, squeezing her cocoon. "Are you feeling any better for getting it all out and hearing from Leah?"
"Better," she whispered, snuggling closer as best she could, "but don't let go just yet."
Carys fell asleep in his arms and woke sometime later following a strange dream of a white wolf and mirrors in which all she could see were two pairs of eyes - one blood red, the other a piercing blue-grey. A shaft of light - coming from the slightly ajar bedroom door - shut off, and the room descended into darkness with a faint click.
Stretching, she felt out across the bed and found Carlisle missing. He wasn't in the room when she sat up to look for him once her eyes had adjusted to the dark, so she did what she sometimes did when she woke from a bad dream to find him missing.
Gathering the duvet, she wrapped it around herself and headed for the door. It opened just before she reached it, and she found Carlisle and Jasper standing in the hallway, grim expressions on both of their faces.
Rubbing her eyes with the back of one hand and squinting against the sudden brightness, she asked, "What's going on?"
They shared a speaking glance.
"Perhaps you should go back to bed," Carlisle suggested softly, pressing a warmed kiss to her sleep-softened cheek that suggested he'd only just left her side. "I'll tell you in the morning and we can all discuss it then."
Carys glared and murmured her displeasure at the idea. Whatever was bothering them was urgent enough that Carlisle wanted to speak about it outside their room. If it hadn't been of the upmost importance, he wouldn't have minded the potential of her waking to the sound of his voice, discussing the issue with whoever stood outside the door. He'd done that before. Instead, he'd left her this time to discuss it in the hallway.
"Is it something to do with Bella?" Carys asked, looking between them.
Jasper's eyes - light, shimmering gold, set above slightly flushed cheeks without so much as a hint of the blue bruises that had begun to mar Carlisle's smooth, paling skin - widened a little as he shook his head.
"I didn't mean had you gone for a midnight snack," she said, pausing after a moment to squint down the hallway towards the stairs. "I didn't mean it like that," she added, her voice rough and laced with sleep.
"Didn't think ya did," murmured Jasper, smiling indulgently when she looked back at him. "Y're half-asleep, Care. Go on now, go on back t'bed."
"No," she muttered, frowning up at Carlisle and trying not to get too lost in his darker golden eyes. "You're up for a reason... What's going on?"
Carlisle sighed. "The newborns in Seattle... Things are escalating; the situation is becoming dire."
Carys nodded slowly. "Perhaps I should go back to bed...," she whispered, repeating his earlier words as she rubbed at her cheek and hitched the duvet higher over her shoulder, "you can tell me about it in the morning."
Carlisle and Jasper chuckled quietly and nodded, almost in unison. Carys squinted and returned to the darkened room, nodding all the way back to the safety of bed. She was asleep within seconds of her head hitting the pillow. This time, when she dreamt of red eyes, they stared out of Richard's pale face.
A/N: Paul was supposed to be 16 apparently, so I made him two years older because... Messing with canon... Also, Claire... Things are changing there. Namely, her age. I'm not here for two year olds being imprinted on, sorry canon... Also, I have to say, Carys is currently a woman after my own heart, spending as much of her time sleeping as she can.
Thank you to: KEZZ 1, Ella (He's so sweet it hurts! As for Bella, yep, definitely too selfish to see past much else at the moment! She'll be changing soon though - I think it's around now that canonically she realises she isn't ready as well!), jhaenox, BMBMDooDoo- Doo- Doo- Doo (thank you!), Lizzy B (thank you!), Ghostwriter71, derniermom, Jane (neither do I to be honest! I don't know if the quality's always there though personally, but I've not had complaints, so I guess it must just be me? Thank you so much - that means so much more than I can say. She does the same for me), Adela (thank you so much!), souverian, and Guest (right here! I'm so excited about things picking up more!) for your reviews!
