Hello, and let me apologize ahead of time. THIS WILL NOT BE ROSALIE AND EMMETT, THIS IS CLAIRE AND QUIL.

CLAIRE IS TWENTY AND THEY ARE NOT MARRIED YET.

THIS IS QUIL'S POINT OF VIEW.

I walked in the door to Claire's house like any other day. "Claire?" There was food sitting at the table, but Claire wasn't around. "Claire?" I called her name a few more times, growing frantic as she didn't answer.

"Claire! Claire!"

I listened to the house. Why was nobody home?

I was afraid. Really, truly, deeply, afraid. "Claire!" I called her name again.

No answer.

My adrenaline was throbbing through my veins, a fire. I wanted to see her, to hold her. Where was she? She'd gone to the doctor today... she might be pregnant. That set me off, and I lost it.

I started running through the house, banging open any door that I passed. "Hello?" Her voice was small, but I heard it.

"Claire!" I just about broke down the bathroom door. "Oh God." Relief crashed over me in waves.

"Quil!" Emily hugged the shower curtain around her small form. I couldn't look away though. It was as if my life revolved around her, and I didn't care. I wanted my life to revolve around her.

Claire was very different from the two year old I'd imprinted on. Her hair was to the middle of her back, and it was softer than silk. And jet black. Her eyes were large, and a deep, intense brown that I found

sexy beyond belief. Her body was perfect. She was perfect.

I was just as tall, and muscular as I'd always been.

Even with the shower curtain around her, her skin shone like a beacon to my senses. It was warm, buttery copper. Her leg was revealed and I wanted to lick her dry.

"Claire." I walked to her, out stretching my arms. "I was... afraid." I chose the word carefully. Sensitive of her feelings. She hugged the shower curtain closer as I approached.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." Her voice was so small. I was right in front of the shower now.

I wrapped my arms around her torso and the curtain. The curtain was a blue that made her look so... delicious. "You don't have to hide from me." I muttered from her hair.

She shook her head. "I have to."

I looked down at her, realizing at once what was wrong. My face split into a large grin. "No." I desperately wanted this to happen though.

She nodded, and dropped the curtain. "Can I get dryer first?"

I nodded, and told her she was beautiful. I sat at the table, my head in my hands. We'd done it. Claire and I. This was it, and I was growing into a man... with a family.

Suddenly, Claire appeared wrapped in a long, black robe. I jumped up, and lithely shut the blinds. I turned on a lamp, sinking to the couch.

"Claire... come sit." I patted my warm lap.

"Okay." Claire was scared, I realized.

"Please..." I wrapped my arms around her waist and reclined, laying her head on my chest. "You can't be afraid..."

She looked at me.

"I'm afraid, when you are." I answered simply.

Claire nodded, and I asked my next question. "So... what did the doctor say?" I sprawled my warm hand over her slightly exposed stomach. She put hers on top of mine.

Claire told the story. "She said I was pregnant... and the baby was due in September... on the thirteenth." Claire murmured. "This is wrong." Claire whispered.

I cradled her small form to my chest. "No... No... Why is this wrong?"

She started to cry. "We can't let this happen... It'll kill him." Jake.

It would kill Jake. This was Bella's birthday. The thirteenth. "No it won't." I answered with assurance.

She shook her head. "He loved her... SO much..."

I nodded. "But she loved another." We didn't talk about the Cullen's.

My hand was now rubbing her stomach. Up over the top, under her breasts, just brushing them, then under her stomach, just barely touching her dark curls. She would shudder as I brushed her now erect breasts.

"We have to be careful..." She mumbled.

"Claire..."

"What?" She closed her eyes, and leaned into me.

I made a snap decision, though I knew it would hurt Jake. I loved this baby. Already. This was my chance at normality, and at a love, and at a life. I was going to take it, and Jake was going to hate me, but I didn't care. We were keeping this baby. "We're keeping it."

"I know." She smiled.

I brushed my hand back over her stomach. "You know me too well."

She smirked. "What can I say?"

"That you love me." I murmured. My mouth was working down the opening in her robe, and I carefully took one large breast into my mouth.

Have you ever had one of those epiphany moments? Where everything but that one person, that one girl, seems insignificant? Like if I can't have Claire, then I don't want anybody... Like that?

She purred, and buried her hands in my hair. I let my tounge stroke her. She was so cold to me. I was so warm to her. I knew the warmth turned her on. My other hand found its way across her flat stomach.

"We... have... Oh..." She moaned.

I moved my mouth off of her nipple. "What?" I murmured into her neck.

She shook her head. "You have to work, and I don't want to sleep without you."

I thought through her position. "Okay..." I said grudgingly. "Here."

I slid the robe from her body, and watched transfixed. She kneeled, and arched her back, stretching her back.

I ran my hands up her arms, down her russet back, and over her butt, down her legs, and back. I allowed my hands to rest upon her back side. "Claire." She laid down on my chest. Curling into a hot, little ball.

"What did you decide?"

She knew what I meant. "I figured you wanted a small wedding, so its at the beach."

I kissed her head. "How long?"

"A month." She stroked her stomach. "I don't wanna be huge." She grimaced.

I stroked Claire's hip, and back. "I think you'll look absolutely sexy, pregnant."

She swatted at my hair. "You don't count." She yawned.

"Is my beautiful, smart, angel tired?" She nodded. "I love you."

"I love you... more." She tried to yawn again.

I held her close, and turned off the lamp.

Maybe being a werewolf wasn't so bad, I got Claire... I got love. I got a baby.

QUIL! I love Quil,... just not Jake. So if you love Quil too, review.