Chapter Eight

Max's POV

"I love you, Max." Fang whispered into my ear as he twirled me around on the dance floor. Alice had demanded that the two of us take dancing lessons (which I was now thankful for when I glanced over at the other couple on the floor.)

Jake and Nessie were beside us, flowing gracefully with the movement of the song. Needless to say, they made our dancing look like child's play as they glided across the floor.

"When did you get so confident about saying 'love'?" I murmured against his neck, FEELING the truth behind his declaration even though I already knew it was true.

"Since you said 'I do.'" Fang responded quietly, still leading me across the floor.

It was our first dance as husband and wife…the words sounded so foreign that I had to pause my thoughts. I was a wife. Fang's wife. Fang was my husband and I was his wife.

A huge smile threatened to explode on my face as my lips tugged upwards at the thought. Fang noticed and a small smile lit up his face.

"What is it?" Fang asked, chuckling quietly when I stepped on his foot…again.

"I…uh…I just realized that we're actually married." At that, Fang burst out laughing, which for Fang was a huge display, and Nessie turned to see what was so funny which caused Jake to nearly trip. By now, everyone was watching us.

"See what you caused?" I muttered to my husband…which caused me to smile again.

"You're adorable, you know that, right?" Fang whispered uncharacteristically, causing me to blush.

"All couples to the dance floor. Lets get this party started!" A voice announced over the DJ. It sounded an awful lot like a certain psychic and I was glad for the distraction. Thank you, Alice.

I spotted Angel leading an extremely happy Seth onto the dance floor, followed by Leah and Embry, Quil and Claire, Nudge and Iggy, Ella and Collin, Bella and-wait, Ella and Collin?

"He imprinted, didn't he?" I asked Jake when Fang spun us closer to the other newlyweds. "Collin?"

Jake turned to Nessie for a brief second before nodding. "I told the pack not to tell anyone until after the reception 'cause I didn't want to spoil this."

Nessie laughed. "I think he's just being paranoid. Ryan already left, so there won't be any more problems with the situation…other than the wolf thing, when Ella finds out."

My face drained. This wasn't what I wanted. I moved the Flock out of my mom's house for this very reason. I didn't want the supernatural (myself included) to get in the way of my sister's normal, human life. She had a chance that the rest of us never would and now she would never get to experience it.

"She'll be fine. Ella has always wanted to be closer to us…now she is." Fang tried to reassure me but it was only partially working. "The second she met us, she never wanted normal. You and I both knew it."

"Max!" Gasman yelled as he tugged Bex behind him. The two seemed to be the only ones who didn't have dance partners. The 'three year old' looked impatient as she tugged on his pant leg for the third time.

"What is it, sweetie?" I heard Nessie ask her daughter at the same time Gazzy started to try to explain whatever it was that he wanted to tell me. He was making crazy hand gestures and rambling on until finally, Fang asked him what he was talking about.

"Bex!" Gazzy said finally, pointing at the little girl. He seemed to be thinking before he spoke again. "We were sitting on the sidelines, you know watching and stuff, when she started drawing on her napkin…"

Gasman reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper doll that looked like it had been cut from the fancy napkin cloth. What he did next shocked me; he dropped the doll into my hand and backed away a few feet.

Bex was staring at the doll in my hands with worry as she reached for it with her tiny hands. "She's mine!" Bex stated and started pulling at the bottom of my dress. "She won't last long. Please? She's mine."

I moved to hand the cloth doll back to the toddler when Fang stopped me. "Do you hear that?" He asked and brought my hand up to our faces.

"Let me go. My master wishes for me. Let me go." A faint voice 'yelled.'

All four of the newlyweds stared at the doll in shock as she started to get more animated. Glancing closer at it, I noticed that the drawing was not only more real looking than a high priced Barbie doll, but she also was moving around on my hand ever so slightly and yelling up a storm.

"Rebecca, did you make your doll talk…and move?" Jacob asked, pulling the little girl up on his hip while his other hand remained around Nessie's waist.

"I had to!" Bex replied. "I was so bored and I knew that Dolly would keep me company like usual…he," she pointed an angry finger at Gazzy, "stole her and now her time is almost up." Bex was pouting when I handed the limp cloth doll back to her.

"How often do you play with Dolly?" Nessie asked, trying to figure out when her daughter developed a power.

Bex shrugged. "Angel let me color one day and Dolly started talking to us. She didn't seem mean so Angel said I could keep her. But ten minutes later, I had to re-draw her because she quit moving…"

Bex frowned. "Am I not supposed to, Daddy?" She asked Jake who had a worried expression on his face.

"No, no. Its just new is all." Jake said smoothly. He eyed Gazzy. "You guys run along and play now, okay?"

The kids took off into the crowd just as the Macarena started to play. Angel met my eyes and motioned for Fang and me to join her in front of the other dancers. Dear Lord, help me.