Chapter Forty-Three

Isabel

I woke up with Cole's fingers locked into my fingers. What was he doing?

"Good morning," I said looking into Cole's big green eyes. Cole smiled and ran his free hand's fingers through my hair.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Better than last night, but I am hungry." Cole turned around and grabbed a plate. He gave the plate to me and smiled. I looked down at it, and looked back at Cole. On the plate I saw a pancake with a few berries on the top.

"What?" Cole asked. "You don't like it?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to make me breakfast."

"It wasn't easy but I managed to make a pancake after Grace showed me where the 'on' button was on the pancake maker." Cole handed me a fork. I looked down at my plate again. I didn't want Cole to watch me eat, I just felt weird. I looked at him and he looked at me. "What?"

"Are you going to watch me?"

"If you want me to I can, but I wasn't planning on it."

"No, I just felt weird with you watching me eat. I don't know, maybe I'm overreacting."

"No, no, no, Isabel, I understand, I would do the same thing." Cole smiled at me, got off the bed, and walked out of the room. I stared at my food and poked it with my fork. I took a bite and fell in love with the pancake.

"Cole made this," I whispered to myself. Then I laughed in my throat. I finished eating and then I took a shower. I pulled my shirt on and then rolled it up so I could see my stomach. I rubbed my stomach a few times and then looked at myself in the mirror again. I put on the rest of my clothes and brushed my teeth. I walked into the hall and saw Cole walking up to me.

"I was coming to check on you." He said. I gave him my plate with the fork on it.

"Here," I said. Cole put the plate in one hand and wrapped his arm behind my back with his other. When we got to the living room I walked over to the couch and sat down. I sat next to Grace and she smiled at me.

"Good morning, well actually afternoon." Grace said. I turned to look at the clock it was one o' clock.

"I took that long in the shower?"

"No, it was ten o' clock, when I helped Cole with the pancake maker." Grace and I both laughed, Cole couldn't do anything by himself.

"Thanks for helping him," I said. Sam walked over and sat on the couch next to Grace, with a phone on his ear.

"Really? I don't know what if something bad happens? They could hurt me, or even worse, Grace. She can come right?" Grace's head shot over to look at him.

Grace

'What did I miss,' I mouthed at Sam. He shook his head and put his hand over his eyes.

"Ok fine, when is this happening?" I heard Officer Koenig on the other end, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. "I'll talk to Grace, but next week. Ok, sure, it doesn't matter." There was another pause. "Yes I do want to see them, but I am just worried. I will do it though." I heard Officer Koenig say something about picking us up. "Ok thanks." Sam slammed his phone shut and threw on the couch.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My parents, we are going to see my parents, next week, and you can come, Officer Koenig is going to pick us up, on Tuesday." Sam said.

"Ok, I didn't set this up, you know that right?"

"Yes, I know, but I don't know what will happen. We are going to go into a room with them where they are handcuffed and we can see them."

"So no glass, in between us, and them?"

"No, but like I said they will be handcuffed, so they can't touch me or you."

"I bet your mother would want to hug you after all these years." I smiled at him. I heard Isabel laugh behind me.

"Then stab a knife in your back." Isabel said.

"Handcuffs," I said. Isabel shrugged and walked down the hall after Cole.

"I can't wait until our vacation." Sam said wrapping his arms around me.

"Me too, but we leave in the winter, so warm Mexico, when everyone else is in, cold Minnesota." Sam laughed and kissed my head. I walked into the kitchen to make more coffee for whoever hadn't gotten out of bed yet. Sam followed me into the kitchen and grabbed the coffee ground out of the refrigerator for me. "Thank you," I said taking the cold bag out of his hands.

"You are so welcome." Sam had weird come back comments, but they made me laugh. I had to laugh, because most people just say, 'you're welcome'. "I'm going to get dressed; I'll see you in like, five minutes."

"I'll miss you," I said and I turned to make the coffee. Sam walked over and kissed my cheek. "I was joking," I said wiping my cheek. I heard Sam's footsteps fade away, but I heard another pair of footsteps walk into the room. I turned and saw Rebecca looking down at her phone and looking flustered. "Rebecca, are you ok? Coffee?" I said holding up a coffee cup.

"Sure, thanks Grace, no my mom decided after all these months she was going to talk to me."

"Oh ya, Sam told me about the whole, Cole, wolf thing and you leaving home, or something along those lines."

"Ya you got the gist of it, well anyway, I apologized, a million times, but she never grasped it, until now. The only problem is, my parents are selling their house, and they don't want to keep my most valuable possessions."

"Like what?"

"My instruments." Rebecca said plainly.

"You play instruments?"

"Yes, I play piano, trumpet, and clarinet. I also sing."

"Amazingly," Cole said walking into the room with a towel on his head.

"You're just saying that."

"No, Rebecca I'm not, you are a talented person, and people should be honored to be around such a talented person." I thought it was so nice to hear them get along.

"Thanks," I saw Rebecca blush. "Grace, my mom has to send my instruments some place, can she send them here?"

"No mail truck is going to drive an hour to drop off a few packages, but if you send them to my parents, it will give me an excuse to tell my dad about the miscarriage." I said.

"Ok, thank you." Rebecca said, then she handed me her phone and I put my parents address into the phone and then handed her phone back to her.

"I'll go tell my mom that I'm doing this." I walked down the hall and knocked on the door. "Knock, knock." I said.

"Come in," Sam yelled.

"What is taking you so long?"

"Oh sorry, I was making myself look good."

"You're Sam; you don't have to make yourself look good. You look good even when you have just woken up."

"Aww thanks Grace," Sam leaned over and kissed my nose.

"I need to call my mom." Sam shot his graze towards me instead of shaving.

"Why? Are you ok? Are you hurt? You're not leaving me right? Do you want to go ho-"

"Sam, shut up and let me talk, Rebecca needs a package to be shipped to her, so I need to tell my mom that she will be receiving a package, and I need to tell my dad about my miscarriage, because he's going to wonder how the baby is doing." Sam sighed and started shaving his face again. I walked over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone. I flipped it open and admired Sam and I on the screen. I dialed my mom and put the phone to my ear.