Authors Note:

Hey everyone, Sorry for the long wait. I didn't mean to make you all wait this long. This chapter closes on the first book and takes us partly through the beginning of New Moon. I hope you guys like it. Also, if you didn't know, I've started a new fanfic. It's a One Piece story, so if you like One Piece and want to join me on a different story, it's called Annihilation of The Frozen Heart. Just a quick disclaimer, though, that story is written in 3rd Person. And Don't worry, this story will still be my main focus until it's finished. Well, that's all I have to say other than I don't own Twilight.

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Lily POV

(August 19th, 2005)

"Dinners Ready!" I announce as I place the bowl of spaghetti on the table. Taking my seat at the table, I waited for Bella and dad to come. It didn't take too long as they were both just relaxing in the living room.

"Smells good, Lily Pad," Dad commented as he sat down.

"It does." Bella agreed.

I smiled at the compliment. "Thank you." I began taking my portion of the meal onto my plate, making sure to grab a slice of the garlic bread as well. Dad went next and then finally, Bella. We began digging in. It was about two minutes later till I finally spoke. "Did you get the all-clear from Carlisle today? I'm sorry that I couldn't be with you, but you know the whole you can't treat your family thing."

Bella nodded her head. "I'm fully healed, according to Carlisle. It's alright; I mean, you were there taking care of me through most of my recovery besides Edward was there."

It was true. After Bella came home from the hospital, I was extra vigilant about her. I was always there if she needed help, whether it was helping her down the stairs, getting her wrap on for taking a shower, or even taking her to her doctor's appointments. It had tightened our relationship. But it increased my fears about Edward hurting her. They seemed always to be together. It was a sure bet that wherever one was, the other was not that far away. She seemed to cling to him as if he was her lifeline. It was unhealthy and not natural. I gritted my teeth and replied. "That's great."

We went back to eating. It was towards the end of dinner when my phone buzzed. I slipped it out of my pocket to see it was a text from Sam.

It merely said Tonight?

I smiled and sent back my reply. Yes.

"Who texted?" Bella asked.

"Oh, just Leah. She wants to hang out tonight. So I'll be going to La Push. I'll probably be spending the night, so don't worry about me."

Dad frowned at my lie. He had been increasingly pressuring me to tell Bella about Sam, but something told me it wasn't time for her to know. Besides, she recently had her own troubles to deal with, like healing her leg. I quickly finished eating and placed my dish in the sink. Running upstairs, I took a quick shower, hoping to wash off any scent of Carlisle. I knew the scent bothered Sam's instincts when I came over right after work. After my shower, I grabbed my phone charger and changed completely through a white lace bra and thong. I then put on a simple short black jean shorts with a wide white strap tank top that showed a bit of my stomach. I didn't have to worry about grabbing clothes for tomorrow as it seemed half of my closet had moved over miraculously to Sam's.

It had been a couple of days since I had been over or spent the night. I had been pulling night shifts, and with Sam on patrol during most of the day, our schedule never seemed to align. There was a tightness in my chest that seemed to increase every day that we were apart. I quickly rushed downstairs and grabbed my keys. I gave dad a quick kiss on the cheek and yelled "Goodnight" as I ran out the front door.

Bella POV

I watched from the kitchen as Lily ran out the door. I raised an eyebrow. I didn't say anything at dinner, but now I couldn't help but comment. "She sure spends a lot of time with Leah. I mean, she spends the night at La Push at least three times a week."

"They're best friends; I would say their bond is like sisters. They've always been joined at the hip." Dad said back. But something in his tone made me think that he wasn't exactly telling me the truth. That there was something, I'm missing. It was driving me insane. It was a mystery that I needed to solve, just like with Edward.

I came up with multiple scenarios that could be why Lily spends so much time in La Push. Sure it could be the truth that they were just really close, but that doesn't fully explain why she would always be at Leah's. She rarely sleeps here at the house, and even on most of her off days, she's at La Push.

I never knew any best friends that hung out that often that wouldn't get sick of each other at some point.

Maybe, just maybe, they weren't just best friends, but instead, they were together as a couple. It would explain why every time she went over, she seemed to change clothes and put on something a little bit more cute or provocative. I don't think she realized that I would notice such a thing, but I did.

I could understand then the need to keep it a secret and just pretend that they were only friends, but then why wouldn't Lily tell me, wouldn't tell anyone really. But perhaps dad knows.

Since I moved back to Forks, we had grown close enough that I feel she would feel safe enough to come out to me, but she hadn't. She was always there to hear me talk about Edward, but she never really talked about any boys she was interested in. I had heard around town that she had never dated or even had a boyfriend, which was mind-boggling. Compared to everyone else in this town, the only girl that rivaled her beauty was Rosalie, and Lily was far more kind.

Perhaps she just needed a little more time. Maybe I should make it more clear to her that I was someone who she could trust.

Lily POV

Curling into Sam's bare chest, I relished in the heat of his body. I had been there for about two hours, and we had been simply sitting on the couch watching the preseason game of the Jets against the Vikings. For once, the Vikings were actually playing a pretty good game, but they weren't going to win. Sam had been invested in the game, commenting on the different players. I was purely enjoying being in his arms.

A commercial break started, and Sam looked down at me. "How was work today, Ana? I forgot to ask before the game started."

I looked up and smiled. "It was okay. We were pretty busy, but nothing we couldn't deal with."

"That's good." He said, playing with the edge of my tank top. I giggled as his fingers lightly touched my stomach. "Oh, is someone ticklish?" He laughed. Turning his body to face me fully.

"No." I lied, trying to keep my composer.

He raised his eyebrow as he began to trace circles on my stomach. "Are you lying to me?"

I bit my inner lip to try and keep from laughing and frantically shook my head. He simply smirked and began a true assault on me, tickling my sides aggressively. I couldn't hold back anymore and broke into wild laughter. It was only when I felt like I couldn't breathe did I shout, "Stop, Sam. Please stop."

"Why should I?" He said with a wicked smile.

"I can't breathe, please," I begged. His hand stopped and brushed up over my body and cupped my face, pulling me into a kiss. I gave a soft moan and relished in the feeling. I had missed this. This kiss began to grow more intense when Sam pulled away. His face severe, and his body began to tense up.

"What's wrong? Have I done something wrong?" I asked nervously.

"Move in with me." He said, grasping my hands and holding them in his as if they were precious gemstones.

That was not what I was expecting to come out of his mouth. It threw me off guard. "Wait, what."

"Move in with me, Ana. You're already here so much, and you've taken over half of my closet. It feels like an eternity when we're not together. Besides, I can protect you so much more if you were here." He said, halfway rambling.

"Sam, slow down. Protect me from what Sam. I'm not endangered." I reply.

"Yes, you are, those bloodsuckers can go on a rampage at any moment, and I'm powerless when you're in Forks. Here you'll be safe." He stated, gripping my hands tighter.

I shook my head. "Sam, they're not going to. I trust Carlisle. Besides, you know we can't. If I move in, it will cause people to talk, and it will expose us."

Sam threw my hands down and stood up. "Sure, he might be trustworthy, but what about his family? They are nothing but monsters. And who cares! Ana, I'm tired of hiding. I want to be able to take you places other than this house. I want people to know you're mine and that I'm yours. Do you know how many times I've had to restrain myself from phasing or beating the living shit out of someone because of how they talk about you?"

"Sam, I'm not ready. I'm not ready to potentially lose my best friend. I know it's hard, but it's not the right time."

Sam started pacing, and his voice got louder. "When Ana, when is the right time. We've been together for 8 months. It's time to tell her. It will only get worse the more we wait."

I felt tears brimming in my eyes. "Sam, believe me, I'm just not ready."

"Are you ashamed of me of our relationship? Is that it?"

"Of course not." I raised my voice, feeling outraged that he would even suggest that.

"It feels like that, Ana. You won't even park your car outside my house." Sam accused.

I felt anger rise, and I stood up and got into his personal space. "I am not ashamed of us, Sam! I can't park my car here. She might see it, and that'll raise questions. Also, you agreed to me parking at Alison's. I've already lied to Leah once. I can't do it again. Why won't you listen? I'm just not ready."

"You need to get ready because one day soon she's gonna find out, and it won't be pretty if it doesn't come from you. Why haven't I met your sister? Why we're on the topic of telling people." He said, staring down at me with piercing eyes.

"Because she doesn't need to know right now. She's got her own shit to deal with dating a vampire, someone whose blood literally is like a drug to him. Besides, the fewer people that know, the better."

He scoffed. "So Paul, Jared, and Kim aren't people."

I growled back. Unable to think of a response in my anger infused haze.

"What is it Liliana, got nothing to say. Is it because you know I'm right and that deep down, you're ashamed of us."

My anger only grew. I growled and stomped to the door. "You're putting words in my mouth, and I don't appreciate it! I'm not gonna stay here and have you accuse me of this! With that, I grabbed my keys and slammed the door on my way out.

Walking across the field to get to my car, I lit a cigarette and immediately took a deep drag. I felt my temper flaring out, and when I finally got to my car, I kicked the tire, hoping to alleviate some of my anger. It didn't work. Getting into my car, I peeled out of Allison's driveway and headed back to Forks. I was about five minutes into my drive back when I started to feel a pain in my chest. I tried to ignore it, but it only grew the further I got away. My anger started to lessen. My brain beginning actually to take in Sam's words, and I suddenly felt like a terrible person. I didn't really try and reassure him. I let my anger get ahold of me and just left. That is not how arguments should be handled. I still remember my parents' arguments and how sometimes Renée would just walk out, not resolving the problem in the first place.

I felt tears began to roll down my cheeks. I was at the border when I knew I needed to turn back. Making a super illegal U-turn in the middle of the road, I headed back. I found myself flooring it to get back to Sam's, even abandoning parking at Allison's and parking in Sam's driveway.

Sam must have heard the car because he was waiting on the porch. I threw open my car door and jumped out of the car, running and slamming into Sam's waiting arms. Tears started running faster down my face. "I'm sorry." I sobbed. I felt Sam's arms picking me up and carrying me inside. He walked us to the couch and sat me on his lap.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left. That was a coward's move; I'm sorry." I cried into his shoulder. He squeezed me tighter.

"I shouldn't have yelled." He whispered. He held me as I cried. I must have cried for 15 minutes straight, but Sam never complained. He just held me so tight I felt we were melded together.

"I am never going to be ashamed of us. I love you more than life itself. You hold my heart. Fate was the one who wanted us to be together, and nothing would have stopped that, even without the imprint, we were bound to be together." I croaked out, my voice hoarse due to all the crying.

Sam leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I understand that, but my fears are still real, Ana. Till I can announce to the world that you are mine, I will always be scared that you are ashamed of me. I can't give you the world like other men could, but I can give you my love."

Tears threatened to reappear, but I grasped the back of his head and pulled his lips down to mine. This kiss held so many emotions—fear, anger, sadness, and most importantly, love.

Sam's hands ran up into my hair, grabbing it tightly. His lips were rough and forceful as he kissed me, and I knew my lips matched his pace. I quickly situated myself so that I was on my knees, straddling his lap. This way, I was somewhat at the same height as him. He pulled my head back and descended his lips onto my neck, harshly biting it, making me let out a deep moan. Sam grinned into my neck at my reaction.

"I want you, Ana." He said, whispering into my ear. "But I can't promise I'll be gentle. My body is still riled up. My wolf needs you. I need you. Can you trust me?"

I shivered and felt wetness and heat between my legs suddenly explode. My brain stalled, and I couldn't form a sentence in reply, so all I could do was simply nodded my head.

Sam's lips descended on me once again, but this time, there was the intent behind his kiss. Biting my lower lip, asking for permission to enter. I quickly gave way, and his tongue entered, fully dominating mine. He continued to devour me till the need for air surfaced, and he needed to pull away. I was left panting and wanting more. Sam's hands reached the bottom of my tank top, ripping it off of my body. Sam's left hand then descended to cup my heat, pressing his palm into the most sensitive areas creating delicious friction. If I wasn't already heated, then his actions surely made me. My back arched, and Sam's mouth latched onto my nipple through my bra, harshly sucking and biting, making my nipple stand at attention. I let out a deep moan losing myself and my ability to control my reactions.

"Take your shorts off. Now." Sam said, while unhooking my bra. I scrambled off of him, eager to give in to his demands. I stumbled a bit as my knees had gone numb from keeping all my weight on them for so long. Sam's hands immediately reached out to steady me. I took that instant to look into his eyes, and they were ablaze with passion, but underneath there was a wild, untamed look that promised I wouldn't soon forget this night.

While I was stripping off my pants, Sam also stood up and started to remove his pants. I couldn't help but become absorbed with the sight. His well-defined six back, deep V cut, his thick thighs, he could give Charles Atlas a run for his money. After he had fully stripped, his hand grabbed my hips and pulled me flush to him, my breast pressing up against his upper six-pack. Sam leaned down and slammed his lips against mine. I don't know when but at some point during this passionate kiss Sam literally ripped my panties off. I was only aware of this fact when I felt the cold air and a ripping sound. I grew wetter from his rough actions.

He picked me up in an instant, hooking his arms under my thighs and pulling me up to be level with him. His lips crashed against mine, sucking the breath from my lungs. I couldn't breathe but didn't care. He slammed me up against the wall next to the tv. Picture frames that were around us fell, but thankfully it didn't hit us.

"God, Sam." I moaned. He had never taken me like this. I found this new action excited me in a way I had never known before. I wanted more, and I knew he would give it to me.

"That's right, baby, say my name." He whispered raspy tone. "You ready for this, Ana."

Words wouldn't come through my mouth and my brain, so I simply and rapidly nodded my head.

I felt him enter me; while he took his time to let me adjust, I could feel his need in his entrance. I gasped as his heat radiated through me. This feeling, god, this feeling was hypnotizing and making me feel delirious.

"You ready for this baby."

"Just go, Sam, let me have it. Please, for the love of God, move."

Sam grinned a wide grin into my neck and did just as I asked. I could feel him slide out of my heat and, in an instant, plunged back into me. I could feel my hips slam against the wall with each thrust, but I didn't care. All thoughts left my mind, only focusing on us.

Sam rapidly picked up the pace, almost going at inhuman speeds. I felt myself gasping trying to get air into my lungs. "I want to hear you scream, Ana. Stop holding back." He growled, staring in my eyes. His eyes were unhinged and eager with intensity.

I gave in to his wishes. All that came from my mouth next were screams of pleasure. I was sure that even Alison could hear us, but that didn't stop me from making all the noise in the world.

Sam eventually shifted his arm, so one entirely supported me while the other grabbed onto my hair and roughly pulled it back, exposing my neck. He then began to suck deeply, I knew this time it would leave a mark, but I knew he needed this; I knew this would help him claim me in a way I had never let him done before. I knew it would raise questions of who I was seeing around town, but maybe I was ready to let people know someone took me.

As Sam continued to slam into me, I felt the pressure rising in me. A coil began to wind up, growing tighter and tighter. "Sam, I'm not gonna last much longer."

"You don't cum until I say you do. Got it."

"Yes, sir." The words slipped out of my mouth before I registered what I had said.

"That's right, baby. I'm in charge tonight."

He continued to strike into me. The coil became so tight it was painful. I didn't think I could hold on much longer. I was panting, trying to relieve the pressure.

"Can't take it any longer, can you?!" Sam barked out.

I pleaded quickly, hoping he would let me have that sweet release. "NO! Please. Please! Let me go."

"Shatter around me, baby. Feel everything."

I shrieked as I finally came undone. I had never felt something so earth-shattering. My vision went black, and I could feel my head smack the wall so hard that I knew I would have a bump later. Through my bliss, I heard Sam groan, and his motions finally stopped. His arms were quaking, but I could still feel him walk us backwards to the couch after exiting me, leaving me feeling empty. My vision was out for what seemed like forever, but I could hear Sam talking to me.

"Ana? Ana? Answer me."

I could only groan in response. He sighed in relief. When my vision returned, I saw in Sam's eyes a look of uncertainty. I wanted to know what was making him feel unsure, so in a raspy voice, probably due to all my screaming, I asked a simple question, "What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have been so rough. I'm sorry. You hit your head so hard I thought you had passed out." He said quietly.

I took my shaky hands and cupped his face. "Hey, I'm not upset; in fact, if it weren't for the fact that I feel exhausted, I would ask for another round."

"But I inadvertently hurt you."

I kissed his forehead. "I hit my head because I was overwhelmed with pleasure honey, I couldn't control my own body. It's a little bump, nothing serious. Stop beating yourself up."

"I can never forgive myself for hurting you. I'm supposed to protect you, not hurt you." He sighed.

"You didn't hurt me, Sam. I know you will never hurt me. Now let's go upstairs and go to bed. I'm tired, and I have to get up early."

Sam gave me a soft kiss on my lips. "Okay, my love."

Lily POV

(September 13th, 2005)

I stood outside Bella's door with dad, my hands full with a small red-velvet cake. On top of the cake were 18 candles. I smiled. It was the first birthday I got to share with Bella since she was little, and I was determined to make it a good day for her. Dad knocked on the door and waited for the go-ahead to come in. We didn't have to wait long for her to give us the okay.

"Happy birthday, birthday girl," I said as I walked through the threshold, with a wide smile on my face. But instead of receiving a smile back, Bella simply frowned.

"I thought we had discussed not making a big deal out of my birthday," Bella said in a harsh tone.

I was a bit taken back with the tone but instead pressed on, placed the cake down on the desk, and sat at the edge of her bed. "Everyone deserves to celebrate their birthday, Bella."

"Lily's right Bella," Dad said, supporting me.

Bella just sighed and noticed the presents in his hand. "I thought I had also said no gifts."

"Mines not wrapped, so it doesn't technically count." With that statement, he handed her a small digital camera. He then handed her a wrapped present. "This one's from your mom. We collaborated a bit."

Bella took forever to unwrap the gift. "I'm going to die of old age before you finish getting that gift out, Bella." I laughed while Bella just sent me a glare.

"A scrapbook?"

Dad rubbed his neck while he answered, "We figured you could make a scrapbook of your senior year. You know the memories of your friend and all."

Bella took a second before responding with a weak smile. "Thanks, it's great. I'm sure I'll get a lot of use out of it."

Dad's neck turned red but responded with a small grin of his own. "Well, that's good. So I'm gonna head to work. You girls try and save me some cake."

"No promises," I yelled as he walked out the door and headed downstairs.

Standing up, I walk over to the cake and begin to cut up slices for us to eat. "Cake for breakfast?" Bella questioned with a small laugh.

"Don't you know? It's the best kind of breakfast." I laughed back.

I handed Bella her slice, and this time full sat down on the end of her bed. I watched her dig into the cake, and judging from the moans; she was enjoying it. "So, Bella, now that you're 18, do you have a plan on what you want to do after high school?"

"I'm not exactly sure, and I think I want to major in writing, but I'm not sure where. I guess I'll go where ever Edward goes."

A shiver went down my spine, and I turned on the bed to face her fully. "Bella, you should go wherever you want to go. Don't choose a college based on where your current boyfriend chooses."

Bella flushed red, but I was pretty sure it wasn't with embarrassment. "What do you mean by current boyfriend."

I sighed. "Bella, you're only 18, not all relationships last outside of high school, sure you guys love each other now, but you can't be certain it'll last forever."

Bella turned bright red at that statement and looked like she was ready to throw the cake in my face. "He is my forever, Lily. I don't know why you don't like him. He's been nothing but nice to you."

"Bella, you're young; you can't really understand what love is."

"I can so, and what do you know, you've never had a relationship." She raised her voice and standing up.

"If she only knew," I thought. "Bella, believe me, he's gonna hurt you eventually."

"NO, HE'S NOT! I'M COMPLETELY SAFE WITH EDWARD!"

I shook my head, "I'm not going to argue with you over this, Bella. I have to go to work. I'll see you later. Just think over what I've said. I love you, and I just want you to be safe. Happy Birthday." With that final word, I got up and walked out the door to get ready for work.

"Lily, can you take the patient in 203? You're better with kids than I am, and his mom's sure he's swallowed some magnets." Carol asked as I was at the nurses' station, filling out some charts.

"You just want to get out of doing paperwork." I accused in a teasing voice.

"You've caught me."

I laughed and grabbed the chart, lightly bumping her shoulder as I moved past her. I steadily walked to the room, and as I walked in, I observed the mother biting her nails on her left hand with her right arm holding a toddler, he couldn't be more than three. She obviously feared the worst. But this wasn't the first time a child had swallowed something they weren't supposed to, and it wouldn't be the last. "Hi, I'm Lily, and I'll be your nurse for today. I heard that this little man got something he shouldn't have." I kept my voice light and professional but also speaking more commonly. Through my time in nursing, I had learned that keeping things simple and easy to understand helps relaxed patients.

"Yes. His older brother, Thomas, has some magnet toys, and Jackson has been acting strangely for the past three hours. Thomas also noticed some drool on the other magnets that we in the set."

As if hearing his name prompted him to speak and rub his stomach, "my tum hurt."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Can I use this stethoscope to listen to your stomach?" I asked Jackson while looking at the mom. She gave a quick nod, and so did Jackson.

I crouched down, figuring he would feel more comfortable sitting on his mom's lap, and listened closely to his stomach. There was obviously something wrong as his stomach was not making the appropriate noises that are standard in a stomach. After listening for a moment, I stood up. "There's definitely something in his stomach." My biggest fear was that he would have a perforation loop in bowls. But it also be a regular impaction. Either way, we would have to have surgery. "We'll get some x-rays to figure out exactly what. The x-ray techs should be in here soon, and we'll go from there."

Jackson's mom looked like she would bust out in tears any moment, and So Jackson patted her cheek. "I should have been watching him more. I looked away for a few moments, and now my baby is in danger. Will he need surgery."

"Mam, we have the best doctor in the state here. If surgery is needed, he will perform it without a flaw. I'll be back after the x-ray is ready. Just stay calm." The last thing we need his mother passing out due to stress.

Walking out of the room, I catch Carlisle walking out of the next room. "Carlisle, can you spare a few moments?"

He gave me a small smile. "I have a few."

"It's about room 203, and I'm pretty sure the child has swallowed the magnates. His digestive track sounds off as if something is blocking it. So I just wanted to warn you that surgery is probably necessary."

"Anything a toddler can get to; they seem to swallow it. I see; thanks for the heads up. By the way, would you like to join my family tonight? We're throwing a birthday for Bella." He asked in a cordial tone.

I gave a fake smile; that would be the last thing I would do. "I'm sorry I already have plans but thank you for the invite. I'm surprised, though. How did you get her to agree to a party? She seems to detest her birthday."

"It's actually a bit of a surprise."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Another thing I've learned she hates."

He also let out a chuckle. "Alice is determined, and when she's determined, nothing can change her mind."

"Well, I should get back to my patients; thank you again for the invite," I said while throwing a hand over my shoulder.

I ended up being right with the young Jackson boy, and he was rushed to surgery. His mom looked like she would faint at any moment. When he was wheeled back to his room, the look of relief reminded me of why I got into nursing to help others. The rest of my shift was normal just sinus infections, sprained ankles, and chest pain complaints, which normally was only heartburn. By the time I got off, I was exhausted and just wanted to lay down and sleep forever.

Wanting to avoid another argument with Bella, I sent off a quick text to dad.

Heading to La Push for the night. Love you.

By the time I got there, I had figured it would be at least another 30 minutes till Sam got off patrol, so I had plenty of time to make him dinner. I parked directly in his driveway after our fight. I had started parking in his driveway. It wasn't like he had many neighbors, and Leah had been avoiding this side of La Push like the plague, so I felt it was a step in the right direction. I quickly unlocked the door, hoping to get out of the mist. Why I had turned down moving in with him, I did take a key so I could be there whenever I wanted.

Ever since we started dating Sam, he had started to actually keep his fridge full, knowing 9 times out of 10 I would cook for him, so he no longer had to rely on his mom to feed him. Looking through the fridge, I came up with the idea to make shepherd's pie, knowing it's filling, and while I'll probably have to make three times the amount the recipe called for but I didn't mind. I turned on the small radio that I had bought for the kitchen, enjoying the music as I cooked.

I couldn't help but turn up the volume when Your Body Is a Wonderland started playing. It was a song I hadn't heard in forever, and it was easily one of my favorite songs. I paid so much attention to the song, lowly singing along, that I didn't even hear the door opened or footsteps approach me. I shrieked and nearly flung the potato masher out of my hand when I felt a pair of large hands rest on my hips.

A deep low snicker made me realize who it was. "It's not nice to scare people," I said, rolling my eyes.

He bent down and laid his head in the crook of my neck. "I couldn't help it. You were a vision, and I couldn't help but touch you."

"Is that so, and here I am simply trying to prepare your dinner, Sam."

He squeezed my hips. "And I'm forever grateful."

I pulled my hips away, but to be fair, he let me because if he really didn't want me to move away, he could easily hold me there. "Be gone with you, or this will take twice as long."

He straightened up and laid a kiss on the top of my forehead. "Fine. I can tell when I'm not wanted." He said mockingly.

"You're always wanted Sam, just not when I'm trying to cook." I chuckled.

It took me another 15 minutes to finish dinner, and by the way, Sam basically inhaled it. I would say he enjoyed it. There were no leftovers like normal, due to Sam's enormous appetite, especially when he just got off patrol.

After we were finished, Sam took the dishes and placed them in the sink, but instead of washing them like normal, he spun around and picked me up off my chair. I couldn't help but giggle as he basically ran up the stairs with me in his arms

45 minutes later, we were lying in his bed panting, trying to catch our breaths. However, Sam didn't seem to be done and began to kiss up my spine, almost reaching my neck when my phone began ringing. It was my dad's ringtone. I was surprised he normally never calls me when I was at Sam's, especially if he was working the night shift, so I knew something had to be wrong. Leaning off the bed, I grabbed my scrub pants and opened my phone. Sam sat up in the bed, listening to my conversation.

"Dad, is everything okay?" I asked in a puzzled tone.

Dad just sighed. "Bella got hurt again at her birthday party. I need you home to take care of her. It shouldn't be too hard. You have to do out pain medications and just check on her. Edward is driving her home, so if you could meet them and take over her, that'll be great."

"What exactly happened," I said, my tone severe and serious.

I could almost see dad running his hand through his hair. "Carlisle called and told me there was an accident, I would go, but I don't even know the way to their let alone doing it in the dark."

I looked for my clothes and soonly found them thrown across the room with no rhyme or reason. All I was focused on Sam. "I'm on my way now, should be there soon. Love you."

"Love you too, Lily Pad.' And with that stamen, he hung up the phone. Getting dress to no time at all, but I noticed Sam still lying in bed with a sad look.

"Do you have to go? Edward can take care of her tonight."

I whipped my head around to face him. "I will never trust him around her, so the more I can limit their interactions good. Besides, there'll be other nights for the two of us. Plus, she's my sister. I have to protect her even if she messes up."

Sam sighed but relented. "Okay Ana, Okay"

Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, I sprinted out of the house. Getting out to the driveway, I whipped my car into drive mode as soon as I hit the actual road and began to get to Bella. It took the standard time of 30 minutes, but I could see a 2005 silver Volvo when I finally made it. What the fuck does he buy a new Volvo every year?

I threw the door open and found no one on the base level, so I ran upstairs. I finally found them and ignored Edward; he wasn't important. "Bella! Are you okay," I smacked my forehead. "I'm sorry, of course, you're not."

"You are here to take care of her?" Edward spoke up behind me. I would never get over his voice and choice of words, and anyone should tell he's from a different age.

I nodded my head in response to the question, and he continued on speaking when it was clear I wouldn't speak and interrupt him. "I've already given her one dose of pain pills, so I suspect she will be asleep for quite a while."

I bobbed my head down once to signified I had understood the situation.

"I'll take my leave now." He walked up to her and planted a single kiss on her forehead. But his face, his face was all screwed up like he was holding back something. Finally, he walked out of the door, and I could relax.

I sat down on the side of the bed next to her and laid down. Curling around her form and taking her hand in mine and giving it a light squeeze. She didn't make any noise, but she squeezed it back. I finally heard deep breathing and excused myself from the bed. Turning the bed sight lights out, I sighed, and as I walked out of the threshold, I could only think of one thing.

"You silly fool. He's going to kill you one day."

Lily POV

(September 16th, 2005)

"Allison, I swear you're trying to make me fatter."

Allison sat down a plate of cookies and then walked over to grab our afternoon coffee. "Well, look at you, you're all skinny; you could use the extra pounds."

I laughed because I knew she wasn't serious. Besides, if she did mean it, I am at the perfect weight of 155. I weighted nothing compared to Sam, and he easily picks me up as if I'm a feather.

I grabbed a cookie while it was still warm and dunked it into my coffee, letting the flavors mix. "Perfect as always, Allison."

The older woman just gave a wink and a smile towards me. "It's because it's always baked with love."

I turned a bright red with her delectation. I knew she liked me better than she ever liked Leah, but for her to straight out say she loves me made butterflies in my stomach. What she said next was almost like it came out of a dream.

"You should start calling me mom. If you want, of course, but I've seen you and Sam interact; gravity is always pushing you together. I have no doubt you guys will make it, and I have watched you grown and become a strong woman. I know you have a real mom, but she's not really a mom to you from what she sounds like. Let me be that mom. "

Tears welled up in my eyes and started to flow. My throat started constricting, wanting to let my emotions go fully. I stood up so quickly that my chair banged from fall down. I ran over to her, and she immediately took me into her arms.

Ever since I met Allison, I felt like I'm home and dreamed of growing up with a loving mom like her. I didn't have to debate in my mind about what I wanted to do and through my tears soaking up her shirt, I nodded and said for the first time, "Okay, Mom."

Allison let out a little sniffle overcoming her own emotions, and pulled me back to look into her eyes. "Now, sweetie, let me help you own your next project. Make sure you're doing it right."

"Sure," I replied with a wide grin.

"I'm home," I yelled as I walked through the front door. But no one answered back. I was confused normally, Bella was home by now working on dinner in the kitchen as we had set up a schedule for who would cook every night. I sat my knitting bag down on the floor and walked over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. After grabbing it from the fridge, I noticed a slip of paper lying on the table.

Going hiking with Edward behind the house,

Be back soon,

-Bella

I shook my head. What she was she thinking was walking with a giant slice on her arm. She should be resting, not going hiking. I sighed. There was nothing I could do now but wait and talk to her when she gets home. Deciding to put my frustrations on something productive, I went upstairs to sketch. I had stopped showing dad my pictures as they had become more graphic and sexual in nature, but they would turn out beautiful. Putting in my earbuds, I lost myself in my own little world.

Sam POV

(September 16th, 2005)

Walking through the hall of the council building, I felt my hackles rise. I was unsure why my brothers and I were called to this meeting.

"Man, this is a drag," Paul said while dragging his feet. I glared at him.

"Doesn't matter we were summed and you will actual professional. Or I swear your patrol schedule will increase," I said in a growl.

Paul decided to be cheeky as ever and gave me a mock salute. "What does it matter? You'll be the one talking, not me.'

Jared, the one who was usually silent, spoke up. "We're the protectors of the village. We can't just act unprofessionally. Being called before the council is a serious matter."

"Exactly," I stated

Finally, the council sat down in their chairs; they were sitting in a semi-circle on a raised platform, emphasizing their importance. "Protectors welcome. We would like to say that you have done excellent protecting the village and your people. However, your workload will be decreasing." Chief Billy spoke.

I stepped forward and getting on my knee. "What do you me, sir?"

"The Cullen's have left Fork. There is no longer a border, no longer a treaty, therefore you can cross and go into Forks." Harry Clearwater said while crossing his arms.

My heart pounded. I could finally be with Ana in Forks, even go up to Port Angeles to take her own date. But my brain focused on something up. "What about those with the genes to transform? Will they still go through with the change?"

Old Quil nodded his head. "Those who have already shown symptoms will phase but hopefully no more."

My brain was going at a million times a minute, trying to fully absorbed this news. The Cullen's were gone. Ana is a step closer to safety. While I thought, a hand broke the trance. It was Paul. "Dude, your phones going off. I thought you said to turn off the ringer?"

"Sorry, I must have forgotten." But at the same time, I noticed Billy getting a call and his face going pale. But I recognized the ring tone as Ana's and picked it up without hesitation.

"SAM, SAM, I need your help," Was the first thing that rushed out of her mouth.

"What is it, baby? Ana, are you alright?"

I could hear the trembling in her voice. "I'm fine, but it's Bella. She's lost somewhere in the woods. I know it would break the treaty, but please help me find her." She was begging and pleading in a way that no one could resist helping.

I tried to soothe her, but it was a failure. She was too far gone with her worry. "The treaty is no more; I'll tell you about it later. I'll be there with everyone soon. Paul, Jared, and I will find her."

"Thank you."

Lily POV

(September 16th, 2005)

My nails were numbs; I couldn't stop biting them out of anxiety. I felt it was my fault; I should have gone after her as soon as I saw the note, but no, for once I trusted Edward and now look where we are. I was sitting inside the house, all the first responders and volunteers agreed that I shouldn't join them on the search, so here I was, crying and biting my nails.

After I called Sam and I left to wonder what he meant by there is no treaty anymore, but I didn't care as long as it meant Bella would be okay.

I didn't know how long I was sitting there crying before there was a commotion outside. I ripped the blanket that was covering my shoulders and almost tripped over the threshold. But what I observed was the most beautiful thing to my scared heart. It was Sam, holding my sister bridal style, walking out of the forest. I couldn't help but notice she was unconscious. Did Edward taint her? What did he do to her?

I ran up to the two of them and listened to Sam's deep gruff voice. "She seems fine other than being unconcise." He handed Bella to my dad and turned to me. I threw my arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. For observers, it just seemed like a hug to thank him for finding my sister, but we both knew it meant something more. This connection pulled us back to the world.

If we only knew soon enough, our world would be shattered