Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Sam carried me back to the truck and gently placed me into the passenger's seat.
I was still in shock that my husband was a wolf man, but I was I supposed to feel?
We drove back to the house, and Sam again helped me out of the truck.
We walked to the front door, and Sam picked me up and carried me over the threshold.
He gingerly placed me down in the house, and I looked around for the very first time.
The house was a beautiful log cabin.
I felt some pain in my feet and winced. Sam was there in an instant. "Are you ok? What's wrong?" he asked with a tone of worry.
"My feet hurt, that's all." I said. Sam nodded in understanding.
"I'll get your stuff, and then you can change." He said. I nodded and walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.
Just then, Sam walked by me and up the stairs with my suitcases in hand.
I smiled and followed him. We were now in the master bedroom and my suitcases were on the bed and waiting for me.
Sam suggested that I get changed, and that's exactly what I did. I hung up the dress in the closet, and placed the shoes on the closet floor.
I then changed into my favorite pair of sweat pants and a nice tank top. I then put on a pair of socks and headed for the living room.
Sam was waiting for me in the kitchen. "So, what's for dinner?" I asked. Sam smiled. "I thought we could do some take out, and maybe watch a movie." He said. I smiled. "That seems nice." I said. And I was being perfectly honest.
