Here's the next chapter in Leah and Vinnie's story. I just wanted to quickly apologize for not having clearly stated who Anna Saddler was in the previous chapter; that was a mistake on my part, as I forgot that people have a life outside of Fanfiction and don't just automatically catalogue every character's bio that they read in every story. Just as a reminder, Anna Saddler was the woman who Vinnie found out from his mother as the woman who his father had left Alyssa for, leaving her to go to La Push and after becoming pregnant with Vinnie. Thanks for the reviews, and enjoy!

Leah's POV

Chapter 22

I waited as patiently as could for Vinnie to come into my room after I took my shower. I had taking care to put on the same pink cami I had on when he had stayed over my house during the blizzard, but this time, I put on the matching little shorts that came with it. There was no reason for me to be nervous; he loved me, and I loved him.

So, since there was no reason for me to be nervous, I couldn't figure out why I persisted to play with a strand coming off of the shorts to try and distract myself.

I guess if I really wanted to admit it, I could figure it out. Vinnie did, in fact, make me very nervous. Not in a scared way, but in a way I didn't understand. With Sam, it didn't seem I had the chance to be nervous with him. One day, we're dating. The next, I'm sneaking into his bedroom. Only after that did we actually fall in love with each other.

But Vinnie was a completely different story. I wanted him. And I loved him. Besides me having been sleeping next to him in my living room, we hadn't exactly gotten to that point in our relationship.

As much as I wanted it to happen, I didn't know exactly what to do. I had only been with Sam. This was going to be a whole different experience all together.

In the middle of my musings, a knock came at my door.

"Yeah?" I asked.

The door slowly opened, revealing Vinnie. Even though I was smiling, he didn't share the same sentiment and looked at me with a confused expression.

Oh, crap, I thought. Maybe he wasn't ready for this. I had only assumed that we shared the same feelings on becoming more intimate. I mean, he was the one who had said downstairs that he hoped that I would get him out of his clothes in a "more private setting". Maybe I had assumed too much.

"What's wrong?" I asked, hoping that it wasn't me that had given him that expression.

"Uh, nothing," he said quietly. He shut the door behind him and walked over to me, sitting at the foot of my bed.

Instinctively, I reached out for him, placing our both equally warm hands on top of each other. "We don't…" God, this was going to kill me. But if he didn't feel comfortable, there was no way in hell I was going to be. "I won't try and seduce you if you don't want me to." Seduce? I couldn't believe I had just said that.

For the first time, he smiled, but it didn't reach his green eyes. His hand came up from under mine and reached for my wrist, pulling me to him. I scooted over to him, and he tentatively leaned over and placed a single kiss on my neck, just below my ear.

Damn. I had only confessed my love for him that day, and he had already found my weakest point, that one spot that sent my entire body on fire. It took the other guy weeks to figure out, and mostly me telling him.

What was that other guy's name, again?

He whispered in my ear, "Believe me, Leah, I have absolutely no objection to you seducing me. Ever."

My whole spine seemed pleasantly electrocuted the entire way down my back with his words. I was afraid I was going to take advantage of him, but he already had me wrapped around his strong olive finger.

He pulled back and looked at me. "What's the matter, then?" I asked him.

"Someone just called me on my phone."

I sighed. "One of your psychotic ex-girlfriends from LA?" I asked him. "Is she going to come up here and bitch slap me for inadvertently causing you to move back here?"

He laughed. This time, the smile finally reached his eyes. "None of those girls can even compare to you, Leah. I thought you knew that already."

I nodded. "I do."

He sighed. "Well, it's not like I even have a chance of hiding it from you. I think I could be holding a secret I swore on my life I would never tell, but you would still end up coaxing it out of me."

"It's the imprinting. It's like that. You can't really deny me anything."

"Hmm, I'll have to remember that for future reference," he smiled.

I sighed, a little frustrated. "Vinnie, honestly, the suspense is killing me. Who called?"

"Anna Saddler. Well, Anna Diaz."

I waited for him to continue, and when he didn't I asked, "And this woman is…?"

"I guess you would call her my step mother."

I couldn't stop my eyes bulging out and my mouth falling open at that. "Your… your dad's wife? She called you? How did she get your number?"

"Well, my mom had told me that she was the one who my father left her and unborn me for. I didn't know if Anna was still with him, but it was worth a shot. She called from Mexico. She said she saw me posting things on Facebook and MySpace for her, and somehow, through my dad's old things, found my mom's name, and then her number in La Push. She figured out, and I'm not even sure whatt gave her the idea, she told my mom that she was on the Board of Trustees at UCLA and was offering me money to come back to school, but needed my cell phone number to contact me."

"She did all that to look for you?"

He chuckled. "I guess little old me is worth looking for."

I rolled my eyes at that. "You know I didn't mean it like that. But your dad hasn't talked to you your entire life. He probably has a family-"

"Three daughters," he interrupted. "They have three daughters together. Alexandra, Liana, and Josephina."

My breath caught. "You have sisters?"

"No." When he noticed what must have been a confused expression on my face, he continued. "The man who I share partial genes with has three daughters. He isn't my father, and they aren't my family. Embry and my mom are my only family."

His painful and almost angered expression caused me to put my hand against his cheek, caressing it softly with my thumb. "You have me, too. Don't forget that."

He took my hand and kissed my palm softly. "I could never forget you," he said tenderly. He kept my hand in his as he entwined our fingers together and rested them on his lap.

"Did she tell you anything else? Anything about your-" I was afraid to use the word "father" anymore concerning him " –anything about him that would help you?"

"His name is really Victor Diaz. All she really told me close to having to do with wolves was that when she came to Mexico City with him after they left college, he was busy with a special job that he was entitled to from birth."

"Well, that sounds a little familiar."

He nodded. "She wants me to meet her."

I was surprised by that. "Really?"

He nodded.

"Are you going to?" He had every right to go and look up his past. I was fortunate to have had two loving parents for pretty much my entire childhood. I knew these things, but my mind wasn't reaching my aching heart, thinking about him going to a different country right when we had finally figured things out.

"No. Whatever there is down there, she can tell me over the phone. I mean, he doesn't even know I'm looking for him. If there was something tragically important that she needed to tell me, she would have when she called."

I nodded, then felt guilty for the relief the statement had given me.

"I'll keep in touch with her every once in awhile, I guess."

"Did you have any questions for her?"

He took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly. "You know, it's weird. When I was a teenager, I had planned out all these questions to ask my father. What he was doing with his life, what he was like as a kid, why he left my mom and me. But I almost don't want to know now."

"Why not?"

"I was confused back then, and anything bad that happened to me, I automatically blamed him. Like when this kid punched me in sixth grade and I was embarrassed in front of everyone, I just thought 'Well, I would've been able to fight if that man hadn't left and taught me how to sucker punch someone.' He was kind of an outlet for me."

"But I still don't understand," I said to him. "Why don't you want to know what's happened to him?"

He shrugged. "I guess ignorance is bliss. I don't want to know because I don't want it to get in the way of my life."

"What do you mean?"

He pulled on the hand he was holding and pulled me to him, my head laying on his chest as he let go of my hand and wrapped his arms around me. "Leah, I don't know if you realize this or not, but I've never been so happy in my entire life as I have been with you. I got like this without a father. Why would I chance anything that could hurt our relationship by talking with some man I never have seen before in my life?" He kissed my forehead. "I'm happy just like this. A dream of a father wouldn't make me feel happier. He wouldn't comfort me. Mexico isn't my home. You are my home."

My chest heaved, and if I hadn't put my emotions in check, I was sure a few tears would've escaped my eyes from the sentiment. Looking up into his eyes, I saw nothing but true sincerity in his emotions. As if it were second nature to me, I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pushed his head so that my lips could better meet his.

Even though I was just intending to give him a sweet kiss, once my lips came in contact with his, all thoughts left my head and I ran on pure instinct. The taste of his lips intoxicated me, so I guess he was to blame when I began to lick his bottom lip until it was granted entrance. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and when he pushed onto my lower back to the point where my chest was on every line of his, I was ecstatic to find that his heart was running the same race as mine.

As my hand that was not buried in his hair came up to the back of his neck, his hands lowered to my hips, putting a firm, but not painful, grip on them. So slowly that I hadn't even realized what was happening until my head rested on the pillows, he lowered me onto the bed and laid softly on top of me. His lips left mine, and before I could complain, he was already starting to kiss my neck. His soft hands left my hips, and slowly came in contact with my torso. As if my camisole wasn't already short enough, he had rebelled and cautiously started to push it up with his hands against me.

Just when an unfamiliar sound escaped my mouth, a sudden knock came to the door.

We both froze in our movements. I guess that show was over. I sighed angrily. "Yes?" I nearly screamed at the door.

"Um, Leah, I just wanted to wish you a good night," I heard Renesmee's little voice say.

Of course it was her. The bloodsuckers would've used their super sonic hearing to understand, and I knew Jacob valued her life enough to stay away from my bedroom if he even had a suspicion that Vinnie was in it.

Somehow, I unraveled myself from him, having him help me by moving from laying on me to the side of the bed. I walked over to the door and opened it.

I looked down at her, and couldn't help but smile as she looked up at me happily. As much as I didn't want to admit it, the girl had me liking her, even though I had tried my hardest not to. She was half leech, being raised by a whole coven of them. I should hate her.

But, when it was just her and me, or even us and Esme, I could forget about that instinct to want to hate her. I forgot about her upbringing, and just saw her as the little, curious toddler she was. Sure, she looked about three years old so that wasn't exactly normal, but she was still nice to be with. She seemed to want me to be with her, and I was all for someone wanting to appreciate it, even if it was a little six month year old kid.

I kneeled down to her, and smiled at her. "Goodnight, Nessie," I said as I patted her head softly.

She looked ecstatic, and to my surprise, engulfed me in a hug, her little arms suddenly around me. As if that wasn't enough she quickly pressed a little kiss to my cheek. "Goodnight, Leah." With that she ran downstairs, probably getting ready to go to her cottage to sleep.

"Your good with kids," I heard a voice say behind me.

I shut the door and walked back over to my bed. "It's just her. Nessie loves everybody. She's like that."

"You were good with Claire, too, at Quil's birthday party."

"Well, she's pretty much my little cousin," I said as I turned off the lamp on the little bedside table. I did not even want to think about talking about kids with him. I was already starting to fear the point where I would have to tell him that his imprint was a genetic dead end, and that I could never give him the family he so deserved. Hopefully that would come down the line.

I climbed under the covers as he laid there on his back. I rested against his side and rested my head on his shoulder as his arm came around me, holding me there.

"So," he said quietly in the darkness, "I guess this is an assumed invitation to sleep in this bed with you?"

"It wasn't so much an invitation as much as it was a demand." He chuckled. "Stay with me, please," I said quietly.

He kissed my lips softly. "I can't imagine going anywhere else, Leah."

And with that, I fell into a slumber, his heart beat against my ear lulling me to sleep.

Aw! Major fluff in this chapter. I hope my make out session was enough to satisfy everyone until my next chapter comes out.

If you're not crazy about fluff (which I don't get why you wouldn't be, it's just so sweet), don't worry. They'll be some action -well, mostly drama, actually -in the chapter coming up. There are about two chapters left until WNL is finished, and three if I really stretch it.

Cocoa

P.S. This has absolutely nothing to do with this story (or even Twilight) but I just wanted to put in a little music advertisement for the up and coming band, The Cab. I went to a concert of there's in Buffalo yesterday, and they were awesome. The lead singer, Alex DeLeon is a sweetheart, an amazing singer, and gorgeous. It doesn't get much better than that. Plus, their song, "I'll Run", is pretty much Vinnie's theme song to Leah. Check it out if you can. Now, I'm done. Review please.