It had been a busy past couple of months. Claire's fourth birthday had come and gone, and I couldn't believe it. It was a fun day, we had a bonfire for Claire's birthday and everyone was there.

Emily made enough food for an army, and we stayed out late telling stories by the fire and roasting marshmallows.

Any shyness that Claire felt when she first met us was completely gone.

All the guys loved her and thought she was hilarious. Embry and Jake picked on her, but as much as she pretended to get annoyed with it, I knew she loved it.

It was now a couple months later, mid November. Claire hated the cold weather, but somehow Fall was her favorite season. She always talks about how she loves the colors that Fall makes. She is busy as always, running around and playing with her sister.

She also had really been into drawing lately, or should I say scribbles, at least that's what she calls them.

Emily finally had her baby in October. It was a boy, named Gabriel, and I had never seen Sam more happy than he was. Emily didn't tell anyone the gender of the baby, she wanted to keep it a surprise and with the pack mind, she knew that wasn't possible unless nobody knew.

It's funny, Sam and Jacob have a tough time being around each other lately, because of them both being alphas. It's like the energy in the room is always off balance.

Sam said that he sorta felt that way around his son Gabriel, but instead of it making him want to fight, he just wants to be around Gabe more.

It just makes me wonder what Gabe will turn into when he's older. He has that alpha blood in him, so we can only imagine the power that he will possess.

Between hanging out with Claire, patrols, and school, I had been pretty busy lately. Sam was very clear about how he wanted all of us to graduate, something about how the pack has already changed our lives enough.

One day during school, I got a call from Emily. I was sitting in between Paul and Jacob in our history class while we worked on a class project. Even though Paul was a year ahead of Jacob and I, his grades still sucked and he had to take on some junior classes.

Jacob was talking about something unimportant when I got the call.

"Hello?" I answered on the second ring.

"Quil?" Emily answered, sounding frazzled. "I know you're in school right now, but apparently Claire is really sick at school. Her teacher called and wants me to pick her up."

"Oh no, I hope she is alright." I said as the worry spread across my face.

"I really hate to have you miss school, but Gabriel had a doctors appointment and that's where we are now and I can't really-"

"Emily, do you need me to pick her up?" I cut her off.

"Yes, Quil that would be a big help." She replied, already seeming relieved.

"Alright, I will go get her now."

"Thanks Quil." Emily said gratefully.

I hung up the phone as I got up, and made my way to the teachers desk.

"Mrs. Smith, I am really not feeling well. I feel like I may throw up. Can I go home?" I asked the her as I made my best 'I'm too sick to be here right now' face.

She eyed me suspiciously, "Alright, I'll write you a note…"

As I walked out of the classroom, I saw Jake make a whip motion out of the corner of my eyes, and heard two loud chuckles, obviously from Jake and Paul.

I drove as fast as I could to Claire's school, and headed inside. When I saw her, my heart dropped, she looked really sick. Her face was a pale green color and she was holding her stomach. Her eyes were closed and she was resting.

"Oh Claire, I'm sorry you feel so sick." I said quietly, trying not to disturb her.

Her eyes flashed open and she gave me a slight smile. "Quil, I thought Aunt Emily was picking me up."

"She was going too, but she had to take Gabe to the doctor for a check-up. Let's get you home."

She nodded and slowly stood up, taking my hand and walking out of her school. As we were walking out, Emily called again.

"Quil, I remembered that I locked up the house before I left, and Sam is out of town for a few days, but you have your key right?"

I realised that I had left my key to Emily's at home, because I thought I wasn't going over there. "No, I actually don't. I can run home and grab it and then head back over to your place?"

"No, I can't ask you to do that, and besides, Claire is really sick and I don't want to put her through that. Why don't you just take her to your place if that's okay?"

"Alright, I will. Call me when you get back from the doctors and I'll bring her back over."

"Thanks Quil, see you then."

"Bye"

As we drove to my house, Claire had curled up in a ball and was wrapped around my arm. She murmured a little in her sleep, she really wasn't feeling well.

When we got to my house, I carried her inside, she was half asleep. I swear I say her breathe in a deep breath, as if she was smelling something fresh out of the oven.

I set her down on the couch, and she woke up a little bit. "Do you want anything to eat? Maybe some soup if we have it?" I asked her.

"Sure, I'm a little hungry."

I went into the kitchen and made the soup. I came back to the couch and gave it to her with some crackers.

She ate it right away, but all the color that had somehow made it back to her face while she was eating, disappeared.

"I really don't feel well." She said quietly.

As I opened my mouth to answer, she started to run to the bathroom.

I followed quickly behind her and heard her throwing up. I comforted her until she felt a little better and then brought her back to the couch.

"I'm so cold Quil." She said softly. I lifted her up and carried her into my room and tucked her into my bed. I covered her with three blankets and sat in an armchair across the room. I drifted off the sleep knowing that Claire was safe next to me.

So, did you like it?

Thanks for the reviews!

So like I said in the summary, I really don't want this to be a creepy story about how he waited for her and she belonged to him. I've read so many stories like that and I'm tired of them. I hope I'm doing a good job of that.

Thanks for reading.

Soph