Layla was sitting in Carlisle's office on a Friday morning, waiting on him to come and check her ear and eyesight. She was still wearing Sam's oversized hoodie. Carlisle walked in, seeing Layla's slumped posture and her scent was off. He walked over to Layla and wrote on a notepad.
"Are you still hurting?" Layla read.
Layla shook her head.
Carlisle wrote again and held it up.
"Uncle Charlie told Sam on Sunday that he can't stay with me or be around me. I miss him so bad it hurts." Layla whimpered. "That it wasn't proper. But we weren't doing anything bad? He kept me warm and calm and happy and he made the nightmares better and he always made sure I ate and took my medicine… uncle Charlie doesn't. He hasn't noticed I haven't eaten more than an apple since Tuesday. I haven't take any medicine. I'm not hungry and I can't sleep. I just…my Sammy…"
Carlisle frowned. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
"Jake, I have Layla in here and she's not doing good. She's becoming malnourished and she's in a depression. I need you to bring Sam here and enough food for the both of them. I'll tell Charlie that I need to have her quarantined for a few hours to determine if she's contagious." Carlisle spoke low and fast. "Come in the back way and come up to my office. I have a small back room and I'll have something set up. This separation is going to kill her. Okay, see you soon."
Carlisle wrote on his notepad and held it up to Layla. She read it and nodded, crying. Carlisle got his hazmat suit on and took Layla to his back room of his personal office. He made sure she was comfortable on the small cot before going to find Charlie. He could see Charlie's frown.
"What's wrong? Is Layla okay?" Charlie asked.
"She's showing signs of infection. I need to quarantine her until I know she's not contagious." Carlisle said.
"Do what you have to do." Charlie said.
Carlisle nodded and went to the back door and let Jake and Sam in. He took them up to his office, making sure Charlie didn't see. He showed Sam to the room and stepped back.
"Layla..." Sam whispered.
Sam dropped the bag of food and headed straight for Layla. Layla closed the short distance and jumped in Sam's arms, crying hard. Jake grabbed the bag and set it on the small table. He and Carlisle left the room and made sure they had privacy. Before Sam could speak, Layla pulled his face to hers and kissed him.
Well… the closest thing to a kiss she could think of.
Sam's heart was beating out of his chest. He adjusted his head and took automatic control of the kiss. He didn't push Layla too fast, wanting to keep everything calm and not pressure her. Layla copied his actions before pulling back. Her chest was pumping for air just as his was.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't stop myself. It was the only thing in my mind when I saw you.." Layla said softly.
Instead of letting Layla down to write a reply, Sam tilted her jaw and kissed her softly on the lips before peppering her face with kisses. Layla smiled and giggled softly, loving every second of it. Sam heard her stomach growl loudly. That's why Jake was insistent on getting food. Neither he or his Imprint had eaten much during the time they were apart. Sam turned and grabbed the bag and walked over to the cot and sat down, keeping Layla on his lap. Layla didn't seem none too eager to leave his lap, either (which delighted him). He opened the bag and saw that Jake had bought a bunch of Layla's favorite (coincidentally they were Sam's favorite now, too). He handed food to Layla and wanted to wait until she ate her fill, but Layla stared at him. Sam sighed heavily and started to eat, making Layla grin and begin to eat. He wrote on a pad the word 'BOSSY' and showed it to Layla. Layla smiled and nodded.
God, Sam loved her.
Layla moved and wiggled around until she was laying against Sam's chest and shoulder. Sam wrapped his free arm around Layla to support her. "I really missed you." Layla said softly.
Sam set his food down and began writing on the pad. He wanted to tell her so much. About his wolf and Imprinting and how much he loved her and would do anything to make her happy. He held up the pad.
"I missed you more than you could ever know, baby girl. Thank you for the pillow and blanket and all the clothes. Even though you did give me your… lingerie. Finders keepers." Layla read aloud, laughing at the last part. "Weirdo."
Sam laughed, knowing there was no heat behind her calling him a weirdo. Sam's heart stuttered at what Layla said next.
"Can...I mean, you don't have to… but can you kiss me again? You're better at it than I-" Layla started.
Sam needed no convincing whatsoever. Sam gently pulled Layla to him and kissed her, putting every ounce of love he felt into it. Layla held on tightly to Sam's arms, as if daring him to even think about moving away from her just yet. Like he would ever want to move away. He would stay here in this small room forever with Layla if it was the only was he could see her and be with her.
He finally pulled back, gulping air. Layla followed Sam and rest her forehead against his, breathing deeply.
Sam loved the taste of her kiss.
"I know what I want for my birthday." Layla said softly.
Sam tilted her head and raised his eyebrows.
"This. You and me and food and kisses. You're a really good kisser." Layla said shyly.
Sam's heart soared. What did he do to deserve such an amazing Imprint? He reached for the pen and pad and wrote.
"When is your birthday?" Layla read. "My birthday is in a month. December 9th. I'll be 17."
Sam wrote for a moment and held it up to Layla with an unashamed grin.
"So you'll need 17 birthday kisses?" Layla read. "I mean, yeah, but there's 16 other birthdays that have been missed out on so…"
Sam smiled at how Layla was telling him that she wanted him and his kisses for her birthday. He wished he could tell her that she owned him, lips and all. If he could spend every single day until he died by kissing her, it would make his life well spent.
A knock at the door made Sam grab Layla and push her behind him, ready to protect and defend her. Carlisle walked in.
"I can't keep Layla any longer. It's time to say your goodbyes." Carlisle said softly.
Sam turned and pulled Layla into his arms before grabbing the pad of paper and writing. Layla read it and whimpered, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck and pressing her face against his skin. She mumbled sadly that she didn't want to leave. Sam held her close for a few moments before pulling away.
"Thank you, Dr. Cullen." Sam said. "You have no idea how badly my wolf and I needed to see her and hold her."
"She needed it just as badly. Her commotion already looks better. Her scent is calmer and her eyes don't look dull anymore. For both your sakes, I hope Charlie changes his mind." Carlisle said.
Sam stood and brought Layla with him. He kissed Layla one last time, hating that he had to leave her yet again. Layla held onto Sam until Jake was pulling him away. Carlisle held onto Layla and took her back out to the patient room. He taped up part of her hand and winked. He brought Layla out to Charlie and explained that it was a false alarm, but to bring her back should she show any signs.
Jake drove Sam back to the reservation. He could tell a huge improvement in Sam. Sam kept touching his lips and smiling.
"What gives, brother?" Jake asked.
"She kissed me. And asked me to kiss her. God...I never even imagined that I could love someone this much. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Like I didn't exist really until I looked into her eyes. I didn't breathe until I felt the air from her lungs on my lips. Nothing else matters except her. Not even the pack." Sam said.
"Welcome to my world." Jake said, grinning.
"Her birthday is next month. We need to plan something huge. At the rez, of course. Food, music, gifts, cake, invite all the pack and their Imprints...I have a feeling she's never had a birthday celebrated before. This one has to be huge." Sam said.
"What are you going to get her?" Jake asked.
"She said the only thing she wants is more kisses from me. How did I even get this lucky?" Sam replied.
"I think you should introduce her to your wolf. And tell her about Imprinting. And maybe work on your braiding?" Jake suggested. "And of course we are having her a huge party. Leah will be all over it. She's beyond thrilled that you've finally Imprinted. It lifted a huge sense of guilt off of both of us, to be honest."
"I apologize for being bitter. I was jealous as hell. But it's okay. I get it. You couldn't ignore her anymore than I could ignore what I feel for Layla." Sam said. "God, I hope Layla accepts my wolf side. He's crazy for her already."
"I have a feeling she'll love your wolf as much as she obviously loves you." Jake said honestly. "And I'm being serious. She's head over heels for you."
Sam smiled.
"Imagine feeling that way every single day. Makes shifting so worth it to find this love, doesn't it?" Jake said.
Sam nodded.
"Definitely." he said.
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So I am uploading this from my dusty old desktop instead of my phone because my google docs on my phone was being a little bitch and I legit tried over twelve times to get it to post but every single time I tried it, it kept posting with all the html shit.
So hopefully this will work because if not? I'll explode.
Okay so I'm hoping y'all love this chapter as much as I loved writing it because Sam and Layla (and I) just really needed this okay.
Let me know whatcha think! I hope you do like it.
So after this chapter, there will be a time jump.
I still can't decide if my next story should be a Seth story or a Leah story. I'm obsessed with the idea of having Leah Imprint on a female (I may or may not have a gigantic crush on Julia Jones...lol)
Let me know which one you want to see next.
Who wants to volunteer to redecorate my tree and wrap my gifts? Because y'all...I'm tired as balls.
Leave me so many comments that I am just moved to pump this other chapter out ASAP *hint hint*
Love y'all xoxoxo