Chapter 4: Knowing the Truth

The light knock on my door notifies me that I've received yet another letter from Embry. Slowly, I waddle over to the front door. Grasping my protruding stomach, I slowly bend down to retrieve the semi big envelope. I push myself up, clutching my sore back for support.

I stumble over to the small chair in the living room. I plop down into the seat of the chair, relishing in the comfort it brings. I bring the envelope into the reach of my free hand. I slip a finger into the hole of the closing. Running my finger underneath the seal, the breaking of the bond fills my silent apartment. I draw the delicately folded letter from the envelope. Slowly, I unfold the letter and begin to read what Embry has said.

Dear Lee,

So, how long has it been since you've 'ran off?' Five months, right? I think I'm right. Well, we've finally called of the search. Jake gave up after going up to the border of Canada. I'm extremely tired while I write this. So, sorry if some things don't make any sense. Jake has had us running extra patrols. Meaning, little sleep.

Poor Seth is still depressed. He's coping and has been trying to hide his feelings from us. But you know how that is. He's been talking to me a lot. He trust me, you know? He has told me that he somehow feels responsible for your leaving. Poor kid. Shouldn't be beating himself up.

I don't know what to say about your mother. Well, she's your mother. She has been spending a lot of time with Charlie. Seth barley sees her at home anymore. He's been staying with Jake and I a bunch. I don't think he likes to be around her. Or maybe it's the fact that the house reminds him of you.

So, how's the baby? I bet she's growing strong. Yes, I think it's a she. No, I know she's a she. When do you think you'll have her? I suppose, from what you said, that it should be anytime now. Have you thought of any names? I mean I have but I'm not going to share them with you. That's your choice.

I really hope everything is going well. I wish you would let me come see you, but I know you won't. So I'll respect you for that.

Do you have any idea of when you'll be coming home? I'm just tired of having to keep your secret. Every day I feel as if someone is coming closer to knowing where you are. Also, in all honesty I m-

A loud banging on my door, jolted me from my concentration on my letter. Keeping the letter in hand I steadily push myself up from the chair.

"Just a second," I call as I make my way over to the door. Another loud bang is heard from the door. "Hold on!" I yell, becoming slightly agitated. Who in the world would be here this early in the morning? No one knows where I live. Or at least I think no one does. Well, Embry. But he promised he wouldn't come visit me or tell.

As I reach for the door, it flies open, making a whooshing sound as it passes me. What the hell? I stop and stare at the person in my door way.

"Sam?" I ask exasperated. I feel the letter slip from my grasp, hearing it float to the floor. For a second he watches me. Studying me. His eyes stop, latching onto my stomach. Something flashes behind those eyes. Something I can't pick up on. He moves through the door way and into the small flat. "What the fuck are you doing?" For some odd reason he hasn't found the urge to speak. I steadily bend over to retrieve the letter from the ground. I extend my hand almost grasping it. But Sam sweeps in underneath me grasping the piece of paper.

I snap up as fast as I can without hurting myself, but somehow I manage to. I hiss out in pain, a hand fling up to my lower spine. "Give me that!" I demand trying to push the pain out of my mind. The small being in my uterus jolts causing me slightly a bit more hurt.

"So he has been writing you?" Sam says in a cold voice, while reading the letter.

"That's none of your damn business," I retort, lunging for my letter. He pushes me back, crumbling the paper in his hand while doing so. "Sam!" I gape, staring in awe at him. How dare he? Fiercely, he takes the waded paper and tosses it into the fire that I have burning in the fire place. I gaze at the paper as the crackling of the flames consumes the now vanishing paper.

"Get your stuff. We're leaving." I snap my head back in his direction, looking at him in disgust.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Alright, if that's how you want to be." Hastily, he lunges towards me, grabbing me underneath my waist. Before I know it I'm flung over his shoulder. Not the most ideal position to be in while in my condition.

"Sam, put me down!" I scream, pounding my fist on his back. But of course he doesn't. All I can do is sit and watch as he drags me out of my apartment, down the hall, into the elevator, down to the lobby, trough the front of the building and to my truck.

He plops me down in the passenger seat, hurriedly buckling me in. I helplessly watch as he slams the door in my face, while coming around to the driver's seat.

"Your hair's longer. I like it that way," Sam points out while driving down the highway to La Push. I haven't given it much thought, but he's right. I don't have to cut it anymore, seeing as I'm not phasing or having to run patrol. The comment still catches me off guard, though.

"What? Are you just going to act like nothing happened between us? You're married Sam! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, you just seem happier with it longer," he shrugs his shoulders, starring ahead at the paved road.

"I was happier when I didn't have to be around you!" It takes every amount of my being for me not to jump out of the truck while in motion. If it weren't for being pregnant, I would've done it. But then again, if I wasn't pregnant I wouldn't be in this mess.

"Damn it, Leah. Are you ever going to let things be?" Sam yells, making a hand jester out in front of him towards the windshield.

"I'll let things be when you get the fuck out of my life!"

"I'm sorry, Leah. I don't think that will be happening."

"What the-? No, you can't just always be around me. You know this! And no matter how much I wanted it to happen, it never will. I understand that now. Honestly, I don't know why I even wanted a part of you in my life anyway!"

"Yes it will," Sam drops his voice very low, to a tone that has always struck fear into my being. Suddenly, as if knowing what is going on, the baby thrashes within me. I gasp out in pain, arching my back, Sam failing to notice. "No matter how far you try to run, you'll always be attached to me. A never ending bond."

"What are talking about," I stutter out, worry filling my body. My nerves don't ease the stress on the baby much either, it continues to beat inside.

"I'll always be connected to you because," removing a hand from the steering wheel, he firmly plants it on my stomach. "That's my baby, Lee-Lee."

TBC