AN: Pretty much all the vampires and a bit of the wolf-pack belong to SM.

I don't even own Trisha, Ethan, David, Taylor, or any of the other wolf kids, except Jesse. They belong to yay4shanghai. She's just letting me borrow them for a little while because she is the epitome of coolness!

Woo-hoo! Today was the last day of school so here is my present to you, a bonus chapter…Emily's take on the discovery of certain item in David's bed…

Big shout out and Thanks to my very awesome friends yay4shanghai (the best beta in, well, this solar system—which I still contend includes Pluto) and KupKakes09, both of which keep me on task and give me the very best ideas! Don't forget to show them some love!

Also, check out these other authors: She's A Boozer, Call Me Embrys, Zuzak, Augustblack, and NataliaNicolette.

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1BONUS CHAPTER: "Purple Panties"

EMILY'S POV

Laundry day is never my favorite, which is probably why I only try to do laundry one day a week. Plus, having two teenage boys, a baby girl (who manages to spit up on every article of clothing she and I own), and a husband that is constantly covered in some foreign substance, laundry day is always interesting. This particular laundry day is beyond interesting.

After the most horrifying night of my life coming in the form of listening to my son and his imprint have wild, crazy, break-the-bed sex, I learned a lot about my family, things no, I mean, no mother should ever know. For example, I learned that my son is not only well-endowed but that his imprint, a girl I've seen as like a daughter to me, could scream that fact out louder than an 80's hair band. I also learned that my son, like his father, can't get enough of it once he's had a taste of the bed sheet dancing. And lastly, I learned that my other son, poor Mark, sacrifices way too much for his big brother. That I learned as I heard his bed collapse under the moaning and grunting of his twin brother.

So, after Sam and I spent all morning in Port Angeles buying a new bed for Mark (expenses of which came out of David's pocket, though he didn't know that yet), I was less than thrilled about having to spend the rest of my afternoon doing laundry. After I put my sweet little baby girl down for a nap, I decided the best place to start was the boys' room. After all, we needed to clean out the mess of shattered wood in the bedroom. Sam called a few of the wolves over to help, mainly because it was tedious and ended up involving way too many splinters, something that would heal quickly on them, not so much on me. This should have been David's task, cleaning up his spilled milk, so to speak, but I hadn't seen hide nor hair of him or Trisha since the Wise barbeque, and quite honestly I wasn't sure I'd be able to look them in the eyes. Instead, I listened as Sam ordered the boys to throw the wood out the window, stack it up, and hopefully use it for kindling in the winter, though I shuddered to think about seeing that wood everyday until then, knowing how it ended up there to begin with.

"Exactly how did this bed end up like this?" Embry asked.

"You don't wanna know and I don't wanna talk about it," Sam answered him, the embarrassment clearly present in his voice.

"All I know is that this room wreaks of sex! Like, it makes me horny just smelling it," Seth muttered.

Taylor and Embry chuckled, clearly figuring out that it must have been something really good and probably anxious for Mark or David to phase so they could get the scoop.

When the wood was removed and stacked, it was my turn to gather the sheets and strip David's bed, so my sons would sleep snuggly tonight. Mark's sheets were unsalvageable, ripped to shreds during a night of passion (a thought that made me gag almost as much as listening to my son have an orgasm). I had Sam take them outside and burn them. Why did I have him burn them? Because I didn't want the reminder of last night lingering around my home or trashcans any longer than possible.

Before I could make my way to David's bed, I had to wade through a sea of flannel and denim, clothes that David clearly had removed and not felt the need to do anything with besides throwing them on the floor for me to clean up later. (Another amazing fact about my sons…Mark's side of the room was always immaculate, clean and organized. His brother, David, on the other hand, wouldn't know what color the carpet around his bed was if I didn't pick up his laundry for him. I have to say I pitied Trisha in the future, knowing that in all likelihood she would one day be the one that had to clean up David's messes.) I was on a mission now to rid David's bed of the sheets. I removed the quilt and the flat sheet, putting them in the middle of the fitted sheet, which I would use like a hobo bag thrown over my shoulder to carry down the stairs.

Throughout my many laundry days, I have made numerous discoveries. Things ranging from scraps of uneaten food, to pornographic magazines, to, most recently, books on Eastern philosophy and meditation. Once I even found a frog in Mark's bed, put there as a joke by David and Ethan with the intention of scaring the poor child, but the real person that freaked out was me. Today's discovery I think topped most of that.

As customary when stripping a bed, I picked up the pillow to remove the pillowcase. Something caught my eye, something purple and lacy. I dropped the pillow to grab it. The piece of delicate fabric had been folded neatly and placed very carefully in the space between the mattress and the headboard. It almost sat like a sacred relic, to be honored and adored. I unfolded it and held it up. Purple panties…delicate, soft, very intimate purple panties.

"Em, are those for me?" I turned to see my husband leaning in the doorway wiggling his eyebrows. "Wanna put 'em on and see what damage we can do to the other bed?"

"Actually, you insatiable dog, these aren't mine. I found them hidden in your son's bed. Unless he's decided to experiment with wearing women's underwear, I think these belong to a certain young lady we know," I said, holding them up and turning so he could get a good view.

He cringed and threw his hands over his face. "Dear. God. Please tell me those don't belong to that sweet little girl we used to babysit, that also happens to be the daughter of the angriest wolf I've ever known?"

"Sorry, babe, but I think they do," I sighed. "Why would he have them, though? And why would they be folded so neatly and delicately?"

"Ooh, nice undies, Em!" Another voice said from the doorway.

"These are not mine, Seth Clearwater! And if you don't watch it, you won't see your imprint for a week! You pervert!" I kinda yelled at him.

He mimicked Sam's earlier cringe, only his was at the thought of not seeing his sweet imprint for a week, not at the thought of looking at Trisha Wise's very skimpy drawers.

"So, if they aren't your's do I dare ask who they belong to?" Seth asked.

I gave him the "mommy eye," the "are-you-really-asking-me-that" look. "I found them in David's bed. Who do you think they belong to?" I said.

Seth sat for a second before bursting out in laughter. "Those are little Trisha's? Trisha Wise? Paul, the big scary wolf's, daughter?" I nodded.

"Why would he keep them, though? That's just weird," I sighed.

Seth answered me through his laughter. "Why do you think? He's a boy. It's like a trophy of his conquest, a reminder of her nether region, something that's touched the part of her body he dreams about…That's probably why it's near his pillow!"

"Well, you can rest assured, Jesse will own no underwear that skimpy and that I will rip your throat out if I or anyone find them in your bed," Sam said, seriously.

Seth was still laughing. "I think we have awhile before we have to worry about that," he mumbled through his laughter.

"And, to make matters worse, we heard them having sex last night," Sam added. Seth's laughs grew louder.

"You're kidding me, right?" he asked, "David. And Trisha. Having sex." Then he stopped laughing, and it looked like a lightbulb went off above his head. "The bed. That's what happened to the bed! Holy shit! They broke the bed!" Seth couldn't control himself now. I actually thought he might pass out, he was laughing so hard.

I was still standing there, panties in my hand, when my son walked through the doorway.

"What the fuck, Momma! Why do you have Trisha's panties?" David asked.

"Why do you have Trisha's panties?" I shot back.

David's eyes got big. "Uh…I…uh…"

"Son, I think it's time we have another talk," Sam said, slapping David on the back.

"Again?" David said.

I looked at them both confused. "What does he mean 'again,' Sam?"

Sam's eyes got big. "Uh…I…uh…"

Seth was still laughing, now laying on the floor, and I have to admit, were this not happening to my child, I would probably be laughing too, but as it was, I was trying not to strangle my son, my husband, and my second cousin with a pair of flimsy purple underwear!

"Have you had to talk to him about this behavior before, Sam?" I asked, while Sam refused to look anywhere but the floor.

David answered me. "Well, a couple weeks ago, he kinda caught me and Trisha going at in the breakroom at the garage."

Now my eyes were big. "What do you mean 'going at it?'"

"We weren't fucking if that's what you're asking," David spat at me.

Oh, hell, no! My son did not just say that!

"Hell-to-the-no, David Samuel Uley! You will not speak to me like that and you will not refer to sex as fucking, do you hear me?" It was odd for me to say the word "fuck." I generally refrained from saying cuss words. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

Seth was now bright red, rolling around on the floor.

"You're just jealous cuz I'm getting more action than you are!" David shouted at him.

Sam was getting angry and I could see it was time we laid the law down with David.

"Kitchen table, now!" I ordered, as I marched towards the kitchen, panties still in hand.

Sam followed me, David followed Sam, and for some reason, Seth followed David.

"Sit!" I ordered, again, pointing my finger and watching all three males fall in a chair quicker than I had expected.

I paced the floor, figuring out in my head, what I was going to say, exactly. How do you tell your teenage son you listened to him have sex and that it's not an occurrence you want a repeat of? It sounds just so wrong to even think.

I was relieved when Sam finally took the lead. "Where'd you and Trisha go last night when you left the barbeque?"

I waited, knowing he would lie. Only an idiot would tell the truth, but I had a feeling David knew this was coming.

"We came back here," David said with a smirk on his face.

"And?" Seth asked. I was praying he wasn't asking for details.

David took a deep breath. "We just did stuff, you know, looked at books, listened to music. That kinda thing."

I love my son, but I knew he was lying. There's no way in hell David Uley brought a girl to our house to look at a book. I almost wanted to ask him the title of the book just to prove him wrong, but I do love him and I didn't want to damage his psyche too much.

"You're lying. We heard you," Sam said it just like as if he were ordering food at McDonalds.

David looked a little confused and disgusted. "You heard what?"

"We heard you and Trisha fucking like no one's business and we even heard the bed break!" Sam was being patient but he could only take so much before he blew a gasket. I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"I think what your father is saying is that sex is not something to be taken lightly, David," I added that for good measure.

"I know that. I love Trisha and she's my imprint. It's an instinct to want to be with her like that, right?" David was trying to present his case, but it wasn't working.

"Yes, dear, but…it's not that simple…Trisha's still got a lot going on, sweetie. She's still mending, and jumping into bed with you isn't the solution to your want to be near her or the solution to what she's dealing with," I said.

"What'd ya mean, Momma?" David asked.

My poor child...I knew in his mind, most of the time, everything with Trisha and Ethan was resolved. She was his and that was all that mattered. In reality, I could see that Trisha was still carrying around the burden of loving two men, well, boys. I was almost positive though, that if by some miracle Ethan imprinted, then all of this mess would be done and over with. I could see that Trisha desperately wanted to love only David. She did love him, I had no doubt about that. But I could see the conflict in her eyes, though I didn't hear it in her voice last night as she was practically begging my son to make love to her. And my sweet boy, not being able to tell Trisha Wise "no" for all the money in the world, complied, though I'm equally sure that he wanted it probably more than she did, anyway. I couldn't crush David by telling him that his imprint was equally in love with someone else. David was happier than I had seen him in ages, and his relationship with Mark had improved, especially during the months when they both pined over unrequited loves.

I had to decid whether to be honest with him and spill out everything I worried about with Trisha, or just let him bask in his happiness. I chose to let him be happy. It might come back to bite me in the butt later, but for now, I would see him ecstatic and in love.

"Nothing, sweetheart, nothing," I sighed, as Sam gave me a grin.

I watched David smile and saw his eyes move from me to the purple piece of fabric on the table. "Momma, can I have these back?" He asked, slightly licking his lips and making me want to vomit.

"Does Trisha know you have these?" I asked, not knowing if I hoped she did or didn't.

David smiled wider, "Yeah. She said I could have them."

Dear God, I thought to myself, what has Trisha gotten herself into?

I shook my head and turned to go to the kitchen. Sam followed me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I stood at the sink. "That boy," he sighed into my ear, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"What are we going to do with him?" I asked, being a little sarcastic but trying to figure out how all this was going to work itself out, and also hoping my husband might be able to find a solution.

"So, how was it, man?" I heard Seth ask David.

"I don't kiss and tell," David said. I had to admit I was proud of my son for doing the honorable thing. But, alas, I spoke too soon. "I will tell you that being inside Trisha and coming is much better than jerking off to her in my head."

"You better hope Paul never phases again, dude, because you will be totally dead," Seth chuckled. Great, a dead son. That's all I need, I thought to myself.

"Sam, is it too late to lock Jesse up until she's say, I don't know, 35?" I was serious. If this was what I had to look forward to with a daughter, I wanted no part of it.

"I think Seth would probably find a way in, sweetheart," Sam said, crashing my hopes.

"Oh, well, better him than most of the other wolves," I said, twirling around in his arms to kiss him softly on the lips. Each kiss with Sam was the same but different. I always felt the same electricity but it always surprised me. It was always more intense than I remembered. What I had with Sam, that's what I wished for my David, a chance to experience that real love. And the hard part of it was knowing that Trisha could be it, she could do it, but she wouldn't let go of Ethan. I guess, in a way, I wasn't wishing for David to find love, he had found it. I was wishing for Trisha to let go…

My daydream and deep thoughts were interrupted by Jesse's cries, waking from her afternoon nap.

"I'll get her," Sam said, releasing his grip from me.

"No, I'll get her. She likes me better anyway," Seth said, causing Sam to growl under his breath. It was actually kind of true, whenever Seth was around, Jesse didn't want anyone else to hold her or play with her. It took everything just for me to be able to breastfeed her without Seth having to be in the room. We even had to have a special blanket in Jesse's crib that had Seth's scent on it to help her sleep. She loved Seth. Not in the way that I knew she would one day, but she loved him. It was almost like she had imprinted on him.

I took my seat next to David, as he smiled up at me. "You're going to be the death of me, you realize that, don't you?" I asked him.

"Ah, Momma, I love her. You know that. I kept the panties because they have her scent on them and I sleep better with her around me," David said. It made sense, for the same reason Jesse had her Seth Blankie, as we called it.

"Just be good, David. No more sex like that and not in our house, please," I never thought I'd live to see the day I would have to tell my teenage son not to have sex in my house.

Sam walked up beside me. "Hun, you won't have to worry about that. Embry's gonna give him an order…no more sex." I couldn't help but watch David cringe at the thought, though I wasn't sure if it was knowing there would be an Alpha command coming or that he wasn't going to be having sex for awhile.

I wanted the conversation to end there, go about my merry day and not have to deal with any thinking about my son having sex, ever again. But my damn husband, had to ask the question.

"Son, is there anything you want to ask us about? I mean, you seemed to know what you were doing…" He trailed off and I felt my lunch lurch at the thought.

I saw David scrunch his face up, never a good sign. The "David face scrunch" usually indicated that he was deep in thought and was probably actually thinking about asking questions. Then he opened his mouth…

"Is it normal for a girl to want it that bad? Like Trisha really, really wanted it?" David asked.

Damn my husband! I thought to myself, as Sam looked at me.

"You wanna take this or should I?" Sam asked.

"You asked, you answer," I said, having no intention of answering any question about the female desire to mate.

"Well, women's wants and needs are quite different from our's," I could tell Sam was stumbling to find the words to explain this, but I was laughing to myself, thinking about the regret I was almost sure Sam was feeling now.

David interrupted him. "Could it be because she's in heat?"

Did he just say she was in heat? I thought to myself.

"Did you just say she was in heat?" Sam asked.

David looked down at the table. "I think…"

Then he looked up at me with confused eyes. "Momma, how do you know if a girl's pregnant?"

It was at that point, that I passed out…