Author's Note: Ooo becoming more and more interesting, hmm? Maybe a little bit? Don't worry, it's about to get better.I'm not sure if it'll be this chapter or the next. I'm sorry it's been slow posting. I'm having to type this all out on my phone. I'm so glad to be writing again. I've missed having the inspiration and the drive. It was like once 2009 hit, everything just happened and it was so, so crazy. Don't do drugs. Don't smoke. Just because the characters do doesn't mean you do. Leave a review please?

Embry was making his way back to the rez after nearly an hour at Taco Bell. It took three employees to bring everything out to the Jeep, which made Embry a little happy, seeing their faces as they loaded the backseat up. Shock, awe, and a sense of being impressed. The girl working behind the register slipped him her number on the back of the receipt. Embry wanted to roll his eyes, but refrained. Once he got to the Jeep, he wadded the receipt and tossed it back into the Jeep. She wasn't his Imprint, so why even bother?

Embry pulled into Sam and Emily's driveway, or what passed for a driveway, and got out. He gathered all the boxes in his arms and headed in, dumping them on the kitchen table. Emily stupid and walked into the kitchen, stacking the boxes into several neat piles.

"Get yours before the others snatched it." Emily said, handing a box to Embry. She pulled her phone out and sent a mass text. Within two minutes, his brothers flooded the house, grabbing boxes and devouring the contents. Sam dug through his box and Emily's, pulling out the tacos that had the most filling and setting then on a plate for Emily to eat. He took the rejects.

"Sam, this is way too much. I can't eat all these!" Emily said, counting over 20 tacos on her plate.

"But my son is in there and he'll be hungry. Then you'll get hungry." Sam reasoned.

"Then I'll spend all night throwing it all up. Besides, it might be a girl." Emily said.

"Nope. I can smell it. Boy. " Sam grinned, tapping his nose.

"You can not..." Emily replied.

Just then, a chorus of "It's a boy." flooded the room. Emily looked around, floored. Either they can smell it or Sam ordered them to say that he's having a son.

"If you don't believe me you can always ask that one that sees the future." Leah said.

"Alice." Jake said.

"She's not getting around any of them. " Sam nearly growled out.

Emily grinned. When Sam got riled upaboutsomething, that's when the sex was the best. So Emily decided to goad him a bit.

"Oh that's a great idea, Leah! I'll give her a call!" Emily said, reachcing for her phone. "She'll probably need to touch my stomach, so I'll just drive over."

"Over. My. Dead. Body. " Sam bit out.

"You're trying to forbid me? " Emily said, giggling. "That's so cute. But no. You're not my boss. "

Sam stood over Emily, ready to drag her away and tie her up. There was NO way any leach was getting bear his female especially when she was carrying his child!

"That ring on your finger says otherwise. " Sam growled out.

"Yeah, but it's not like you can stop me. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, you've gone really...soft. So if you'll excuse me..."

Emily knew she was treading on thin ice, but with these hormones she couldn't stop herself. Lately, Sam had been treating her with kid gloves. That had to end before she was driven crazy. She heard whispers of 'oh shit' and 'she just burned his ass'.

Sam's eyes went wide at the sass and challenge that just dripped from Emily's words. He grabbed her from her chair and all but threw her over his shoulder. "Get the fuck out! " he yelled at his brothers and sister as he carried Emily through the house to their bedroom.

All the guys and Leah scrambled to get out of the horse as quickly as they could. They did NOT want to her Sam and Emily getting it on.

Embry followed Jake and Seth to Jake's garage to finish eating. Embry couldn't help but be so freaking jealous over the relationship Sam and Emily had. God but he wanted to find his Imprint so badly.

Is it possible to die from an empty heart?

Layla waited on the dismissal bell to ring. She was beyond ready to go home. She had been accosted twice more by Francis and was determined to make it to her Escalade before he spotted her yet again. She glanced at her watch and sighed. 3 minutes. 180 seconds. She could easily do this, right?

Layla signed so softly. What would it be like to have a boyfriend who could make that jerkoff Francis leaveher alone? Who could him crap his pants with one glare?

One who could pick her up.

Pin her against the wall.

Muscles she could feel rippling beneath her fingers.

Warm skin that left trails of fire across her skin.

Hair long enough to pull on when her body was screaming for more.

The shrill bell startled Layla out of her daydream, making her drop her keys. She scrambled to pick them up before the stampede started. She grabbed her backpack and keys and walked as quickly as she could towards her Escalade, looking both ways constantly for any signs of Francis. She came up to her vehicle and saw a note taped to it. She groaned and ripped it off, quickly climbing into the drivers seat abd locking the door. She shoved everything to the passengers seat and took off.

"Why me, Lord? " Layla asked aloud. She cranked the stereo and headed down the highway. Partof her waves to go straight home but she knew she couldn't. Her mother had sent her a text earlier in the day telling her she had met a man who worked with one of her competitors a few months back and wanted Layla to finally meet him.

"Well...I guess I could. If she's happy." Layla muttered.

Layla pulled off onto the shoulder to touch up her hair and makeup before driving to the address her mother had texted her. Once her makeup was once again deemed perfect and not a hair out of place, Layla drove to 4397 East 121 Street. She pulled into the driveway and shut the vehicle off, heading for the front door. Before she could knock, the door was opened and an old man in full livery ushered her in. She was led to an indoor patio and found her mother laughing softly with a man who kept whispering words to her.

"Hello, mom." Layla called out.

"Oh! Layla! I want you to meet Stefan. Stefan, this is my daughter Layla." Bonnie introduced.

"A pleasure to meet you, Layla. Your mother has told me so much about you that I feel like I know you already! " Stefan said, his Russian accent thick.

"And yet I know absolutely nothing about you, imagine how embarrassed I feel! Mother, a word please?" Layla said, in the most cordial and polite tone she could muster.

"Excuse me, Stefan." Bonnie said, pecking his lips before joining Layla in the hallway.

"Allow me to start this. The hell, mom? Stefan? Did you pick him off the kiddie pool? He can't be but barely a few years older than me! Is he even potty trained?" Layla whispered hotly.

"You will not talk to me in that tone of voice, Layla Charlotte Conri! I am your mother and you will respect my choices because in the adult and you're the child! You're 16! Stefan...I haven't had a man in my life since you were conceived and I think sixteen years is a long enough dry spell. If you cannot be a cordial young lady and respect this, then you will be excused to leave. But it's time for me to live." Bonnie spat.

"Dear God, mom, do not make that...that guy who's barely legal your boyfriend! You'll be a laughingstock and he will make a fool of you! Go get your rocks off with him, whatever, I don't care. But a serious relationship with him? No. " Layla said.

"You are not the boss, Layla. He is, in fact, moving in, and I will not hear another word about it. You will treat both of us with respect." Bonnie hissed.

"Jesus Christ, mom!" Layla yelled, not caring if anyone heard her. "Get a vibrator or a fuck buddy but don't move that idiot in!"

"It's already been decided. Get over it. " Bonnie replied, walking off back to Stefan.

Layla rolled her eyes and headed for the door pulling out her keys. There was no way she was going to stay here and be s willing part of whatever that was. She got into her Escalade and peeled out of the driveway, putting her cell phone to the stereo and dialing Kai.

"Hello bitch!" Kai's voice rang out.

"So my mother has a boyfriend now and he can't be more than freaking 18! aAnd she's moving him in! Moving him in! To our house!" Layla ranted.

"Oh you are fucking kidding me! Is he hot?" Kai asked.

"Russian and dark and hot. But that's not the point! Get your dick out of your ear and listen!" Layla growled out.

"What are you going to do? And sweetie, that dick wouldn't be in my ear." Kai replied, laughing.

"I don't know! She has made up what little part of her mind she hasn't lost! Meet me at the house. I need to relax. " Layla said.

"I could relax you if you were a hot guy. But I can bring some backup. " Kai said. "I'll be there in ten. "

Layla rubbed her head and drove home. There was not enough 'back up' in the world to make this okay

Her mother was acting ridiculous and she'd see it soon enough.

She hoped.

Author's Note, Again: Okay so it's getting a little spicy, right? It's going to get even better in the next chair, possibly 2 chapters. Oh Lort yes!