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Renesmee Cullen

Jacob left late last night after an hour of us…ahem…'mating' (as he'd put it) in my bedroom. He still had a lot of packing to finish up doing for his work trip and I knew my dad or my mom for the matter wouldn't appreciate Jacob overstaying his welcome in my room in their house.

It was physically and emotionally hard to part with Jacob last night. He was only going for the weekend but it felt like he was leaving forever. He might as well have been.

It was the imprint bond. That's what made it hard.

I physically get sick when I'm more than 15 miles away from him. It's something that bothered me all my life –even before I knew about the imprint– but it only intensified once Jacob and I entered a physical relationship.

I was part of him and he was part of me.

Whenever we were separated it felt like a piece of me had been ripped from my body. I felt limbless without him. I can only liken it to phantom limb, only this time I know I have all my limbs intact but something still feels missing.

And it was the most painful experience.

I know Jacob feels it too. I always wanted to know how he deals with the imprint separation anxiety. I usually sulk in my room or get extra busy doing the most mundane things to take my mind off him.

Seldom does it ever work.

It works 48% of the time.

48%!

I always fail and end up thinking about Jacob anyway. It's not easy being an imprint.

I also had nightmares when I wasn't with Jacob.

I had another nightmare last night.

My nightmares usually come and go but they appear more times than I wish whenever I wasn't with Jake by my side to calm me down and make them go away. I was the safest when I was in his large arms, breathing in his intoxicating musky, animal scent and hearing his slow, beating heart close to my rapid thudding heart.

Good thing though, there were upsides to being away from Jacob for extended periods of times. It made our reunions that much more special.

Our pent up desires and longing for each other makes for passionate reunions. We often just lose ourselves in each other when we see each other again. We don't care about the rest of the world or the people around us. It was just Jake and I, in our own little bubble.

We make up for lost time by catching up for long periods of time doing almost anything.

We ravished each other. We could talk for hours upon hours on end till the morning. We laughed at each other's jokes. We could cuddle, spoon and canoodle for days and not get tired. Time never passes when we were together.

So in a way, I was glad we had this weekend apart because I couldn't wait to see him again Sunday night where I know we'll get lost in each other and make up for lost time.

It also allowed me the chance to spend time with the other important people in my life.

On Friday, I went to school and spent time with my friends and parents.

Today, I was taking my cousin Carter James out to the fair he's been so eager to go to.

It was Saturday. Jacob and I have been away from each other for over a day. He and Embry drove to Reno, Nevada in the wee hours of the morning to meet with one of their boss' high profile clients to work on a few of his cars this weekend. Jacob was also going on a business workshop this weekend as well. He was looking into starting his own business by opening up his own auto repair shop soon.

I was gonna support him. I think it was a great business venture. I had all the faith in him because as much as he chooses not to believe it, he was pretty smart and he was very street savvy. He was also ambitious and confident and he had a natural incessant need to lead. He was a natural-borne leader.

He would be a fantastic business owner.

Back in Washington, he repaired a few vehicles on the reservation in La Push and Forks to earn a few extra bucks for himself but it wasn't a business.

He was a freelance mechanic that people used because he worked on a budget. He was able to tear down and redesign an entire BMW R1200 CL motorbike in a week and half if he wanted to, but he didn't have the qualifications to be a full mechanic at the time.

He usually dealt with small mechanical issues like tune ups, radiator problems, fuel pump bursts and engine failures. It was never actually the 9/5 job that he had now.

Almost all the wolves know how to fix cars, but it was Jake, Embry and Quil who really loved working with vehicles. They all freelanced together back in the day and were on the verge of starting their own little company in Jake's garage/shed before my family decided to move to Oakland Woods.

It was one of the reasons I wanted him to stay back on the reservation instead of following my vampire family –but I knew that I wouldn't be able to survive without him even if he did stay. I knew I needed him to be with me, however selfish that may sounds.

But things are different now, I was going to go to college next year and Jake would start to plan his business.

I know I was biased in saying this but I think he was best mechanic I will ever know.

It wasn't gonna be easy starting a business from scratch but he's up for the challenge and I was excited to see what he would do next.

Anyway, back to today…

After picking a enthusiastic Carter up from the main Cullen house, I drove over to Alex's house to pick her up.

Carter doesn't often go out. It was mostly due to his rapid aging but it also had to do with his abilities. He needed time to master his abilities before we took him out into the human world. He's been doing great for the last 4-5 months since he last met with Benjamin from the Egyptian coven. He was helping him control his ability to influence the fire element.

They struck up a very chirpy friendship since then. They don't see each other physically but they do often video chat. Benjamin loved talking to Carter and Carter saw Benjamin as an older brother to him.

It was pretty cute.

Benjamin was turned by Amun at 15 so essentially he was still very much a kid himself albeit, probably wiser because of the centuries upon centuries he's been alive.

Carter was doing well mastering his control, so much so that Rosalie began taking him to play in the park with other kids. Carter was very determined to be treated like the child he was. He was almost eleven months but looked five-years-old so he acted that age for all intents and purposes. He played with only two human kids his age when he went to the park with Emmett and Rosalie because developing a circle of friends will only make it that much harder for us to keep up the public story when he continues to age like a weed.

But CJ was a social butterfly. He loved to meet new people.

He had more control over blood than even I did –shocking since I considered myself well measured when it came to human blood. He preferred human food over animal blood but he hunts when he has to.

He doesn't go out as often as he would love to so I was glad I was taking him out today. He needed it.

"You seem awfully excited back there!" I commented, glancing at him seated in the back in my rear view mirror.

Carter was literally bouncing in his seat.

"Ooh! I'm so excited to ride a rollercoaster for the first time!" He squealed through grinded teeth. "I plan to ride every rollercoaster at least 5 times."

I laughed as I made a turn on the wheel.

"I bet you are. Let's hope you don't throw up your breakfast." I told him.

"You sound like mom," He grumbled.

I gasped and laughed. "Well, I'm the one who's looking after you. If I bring you home sick, your mom will have my head for dinner."

She snickered. "What she won't know won't hurt her."

I shook my head at the mischievous child.

"You're becoming more and more like Emmett by the day, kid. He's a bad influence on you." I joked.

"Hey! That's not fair! I'm better than Emmett." He fired back jokingly. "I'm prettier than him too."

I scoffed. He's definitely Rosalie Hale's son.

"You're pretty self-effacing too." I teased.

He frowned. "I don't know what that means."

I guffawed.

"Who are we picking up?" He asked.

"Uh, we're picking my friend Alex up. She's joining us." I told him.

"Is she the pretty one with green eyes and long blonde hair?" He asked eagerly.

I chuckled.

He wasn't talking about Felicity because she had crystal-blue eyes and short blonde hair.

He must be talking about…

Jennifer.

The weird part is he already knows Jennifer.

In fact, he had a crush on her.

As per freaking usual since almost every guy crushes on her. Clearly even kids.

"You're talking about Jennifer, who by the way isn't my friend! And you know that, Carter."

He giggled like a devilish little man.

"I know. I just wanted to rile you up." He laughed evilly.

I rolled my eyes as I parked onto Alex's driveway and honked lightly.

"For that, I won't get you cotton candy anymore." I told him.

He bemoaned. "Wh-what? No fair! Nessie!" He yelped.

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Oh! You just wanna suck the joy outta everything." He muttered under his breath.

I giggled.

Alex slipped out of her house a few minutes later and hopped into my car.

"Hey, Alex!" I greeted warmly.

"Whad'up!" She greeted loudly, giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

I snorted.

"Hey, little man." Alex spun her head around to give Carter a fist bump.

He smiled. "Sup, Alex."

I turned to my friend as I started the car.

"You ready?"

She nodded her head. "Let's get this show on the road!"

We were on the road for about ten minutes, with Alex and I talking whilst Carter played on his portable gaming system without a care in the world although he lifted his head up regularly to see if we were close to arriving to the fair. He was clearly in anxious anticipation.

"So you're going to talk to Felicity tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Yeah, with my dad."

She pursed her lips. "How do you think it's gonna go?"

"Honestly?" I scoffed. "I don't know. I hope she hears us out."

She nodded in return. "You're in a pickle."

I exhaled in anxious exasperation.

Alex sighed in return and decided to change the subject. "How's Jacob doing? Seth tells me he's gone for the weekend?"

I nodded. "He's on a work trip with Embry. He'll be back Sunday late afternoon at the latest. I miss him so much."

"I can imagine. You never got a full day without each other."

"I've been away from Jacob longer than a day. I've actually been away from him for a week before." I told her. "Although it was years ago. I was practically Carter's age. It wasn't a good experience."

She grinned. "You felt like you were dying?"

"It was excruciating, Alex! And then there were a few days where he went on weekend trips with his boys back at home. I wasn't even dating him at the time, but it physically hurt to be away from him. Now that we're together it's been almost impossible to be even 10 miles away from each other for longer than 12 hours." I expressed.

"I can totally get that. I was away from Seth for four months during summer last year after we broke up."

I realized then that my experience being apart from Jacob probably paled in comparison to what Alex and Seth went through for four whole months.

"Oh, Alex…Was it that bad?" I asked.

"Each day felt like a sledgehammer to the head and dagger to the heart. I couldn't think straight or do anything right for weeks. To make matters worse, we were broken up at the time so I tried to avoid calling him no matter how hard it was. Seth called me every hour of every day but started to stop calling as regularly around the 3rd month. It worried me.

Although I didn't answer many of his calls, I felt his presence in his voicemails and I texted him most nights to assure him I was still alive and thinking about him but…y'know it was hard to bring myself to call him. I felt ashamed after I broke things off with him and I needed that time apart to grow emotionally. Believe me, there were days I wish I could fly from Italy to Washington to be with him but I remembered how I hurt him when I left and I couldn't face him just yet. I hate myself for what I did to him. He must have been a wreck, huh?"

I recalled the four months of summer last year.

Wreck was an understatement of the century.

Seth was beyond shattered without Alex. Jake said that all he thought about was Alex, day in and day out. Jake told me that he could barely walk or eat and he rarely slept at night.

I swear he lost weight and paled in skin due to food and sleep deprivation which was impossible for a wolf. He stopped smiling and his usual jolly persona was replaced by a broken man. He never talked to any of us unless it was for something absolutely necessary.

It was painful to watch.

Especially for Jacob as an alpha, to see his fourth-in-command look so lifeless and unfulfilled, it was brutal for him as well. I didn't know what else to do so I just listened to him when he vented out his frustrations and concerns for Seth. Seth was his brother first and foremost and Jake was very protective over him, even more so when Seth moved in with him.

I think it was part of a secret deal he had with Leah. That he'd look out for her little brother.

My dad also offered some assistance and guidance of his own. Since he was a licensed psychologist and also one of Seth closest confidantes, Seth regularly visited my dad over the summer to confide and vent out to him.

Jasper offered to ease his pain by altering his emotions whenever he's around us but he refused because the pain was the only way he could feel Alex's presence.

I was beyond relieved when I found out they got back together at the start of our senior year. It was also just in time for their 1st anniversary.

"He was in pretty rough shape, Alex. I'm not gonna lie but I'm happy you guys figured it out and you seem to be better than ever," I told her.

She smiled and nodded. "We are. I can't wait for the graduation so that we can finally be out in the world together."

I smiled. "You're planning on moving to Boston together. That's a huge step in your relationship."

"Boston is only guaranteed if I get accepted into dance school but yeah it is a huge step."

"C'mon, you're gonna get in." I told her.

Alex was a phenomenal dancer. I would be surprised if she didn't get into Boston Conservatory.

I was glad that Seth pushed her into following her dreams. She wasn't all into the idea of college but I knew she's always wanted to go to dance school. I was glad she was taking the leap of faith.

"What about you? Have you heard from Columbia yet?"

I shook my head. "Not yet. They're handing out early acceptance letters in a few weeks. I'm eagerly awaiting. I've literally been checking my emails and checking my mailbox twice a day," I laughed.

"You're gonna get in. for sure." She stated as a matter-of-factly. "'Sides, you have backup colleges. Not all of us have that luxury. I only got one shot with Boston Conservatory or else I get forced into UCLA studying something I don't wanna do."

I sighed. It was stupid but sometimes I felt really bad being a naturally gifted hybrid with a rich family. Everyone around me thought I had it easy which…they weren't wrong because I do have it easier than most kids my age.

I just hated it when they rubbed it in my face about it.

I feel like a jerk all the time.

"I would be grateful to be accepted into any college, really. But Columbia is the one I'm really hoping for."

"Oh puff! You've already been accepted to Harvard, Dartmouth and Stanford, Ness. You're all set for Columbia, sweetheart." She laughed.

"Harvard hasn't accepted me yet!" I quickly shot down, raising my finger. "They're notorious for accepting students at the last minute,"

She chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"Are we there yet?" Carter moaned from the back, asking the same question every five minutes.

"We'll get there when we get there, Carter!" I told him.

He grumbled before smashing his fingers on his Nintendo.

"So you said you would tell me what went down with your family the other day?" I probed, glancing back at my friend.

She sighed. "Yeah um…My aunt Sandy almost found out about me and Seth."

I glared at her. "She what?"

"Yup! She kind of overheard my conversation with him on the phone and asked me a bunch of questions about him. She knew I was dating someone but I didn't tell her his name, until the other day."

I frowned. "Oh, that's okay then. She doesn't know who he is but she knows his name, right?"

"Mmm…That's not the end of the story." She specified. "You see, my dad then came in to talk to me about school stuff and then when I asked him about the senior camping trip, he asked if Mr. Seth Clearwater would be there."

My eyes bulged in shock at her revelation, with my mouth partly agape as I stared into her eyes then back onto the road.

"Yep. That was my exact expression!"

"Whoa! Okay, then what happened next?"

"What do you think? Sandy put the puzzles together and figured it out." She told me. "At least that's what she thought before I managed to convince her otherwise."

That was risky!

"What did you say?"

"I lied and told her that my boyfriend was Seth Black from Econ, not Seth Clearwater my Geography teacher. I think she bought it. I hope she did." She said. "But the scary part is, she didn't put it past me to actually get involved with an older school teacher given my past."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

What did she mean?

Did she have relationships with older men or school teachers before?

"Wait! What do you mean?"

She realized what she accidentally slipped out and tried to quickly bury it as soon as she brought it up.

"Doesn't matter," She groaned as she turned the music up.

I stared at her blankly.

I knew Alex had a very colorful past (as she eloquently put it).

She had a history of being a reckless teenager in the early days but she never exactly told me much about it.

Drunken nights at clubs. Smoking weed with the wrong crowd. Typical teenage stuff but I knew there was a lot more to it that she wasn't telling me.

She only scratched the surface but never went in depth. I never thought to push or ask more because she seemed to have put that life behind her.

When she got with Seth, she told me how he helped her change for the better.

I wondered if she told him about her past. I would assume so. He was probably the only one who she trusted most.

But I hoped she'd confide in me about it at some point in the future. I always confided in her about my problems so much so that I feel like a broken telephone to her, constantly yammering about my issues instead of allowing her to vent once in a while.

We were best friends after all.

That's what best friends were for.

As I took a left turn at the traffic light, I passed by the familiar bridge I drove elapsed on my way home or school from Jacob's place.

The Oakland Creek Bridge.

The very old, creepy, allegedly haunted Oakland Creek Bridge.

"Hey, what do you know about that bridge?" I asked, changing the subject.

She followed my gaze and shuddered. "Oomph! That bridge gives me the heebie-jeebies."

I cocked an eyebrow at her and gestured for her to continue explaining.

"Listen, I don't know much about it other than it's place you only go to if you're planning your death." She reverberated. "There have been strange stories over the years about people driving over that bridge and driving off into the creek and never coming back alive. It closed down in 1975 but you do find those crazy idiotic freaks who are curious to check what it's all about. Apparently that creek has things that eats people alive, takes away their memory, washes and peel away their skin, and all kinds of weird things. Every fortnight, the creek allegedly makes sounds that resemble the earsplitting screams for the dead people who drove over the bridge. There have been only a handful of people who lived to tell the tale about Oakland Creek and all of them drove themselves to suicide. The only living survivors of the Oakland Creek attacks are in that madhouse Peace Meadows Mental Asylum." She told me.

I winched my eyebrows up as she told the historical tale of the dangerous bridge.

"Sounds like something out of a horror movie," I chuckled. "I read about it in the local newspapers. Don't you think they're writing all of this to scare people? I mean newspapers make things up to drive up the sales."

"I know of two students from our school who died going over the bridge." She revealed. "Well there's no evidence that they died but they went missing and were presumed dead after they never came back home that night. Their car got washed up. They were twin juniors named Joshua and Dashiell Roberts."

"Josh and Dash Roberts? I think I saw them in the Hall of Students. They were star Hurling players of the 2010 right?"

She nodded. "Humph. It's a freaking moot point because it feels like a lot of the deaths in this town come from students in our school."

I scrunched my nose and pinched it like my dad always does.

Yep.

Note to self: Stay the hell away from Oakland Creek Bridge.

"Yeah, I will probably stay away from that bridge." I reverberated my thoughts aloud.

"You better!" She stated.

I sighed.

This town seems to be getting weirder by the day.

… …

Jacob Black

Nevada!

Not Las Vegas, Nevada sadly –apparently that's where the magic happens.

No we were in Reno, Nevada! It's like 22 miles from Lake Tahoe which is known as 'The Biggest Little City in the World' so that's a plus.

But we weren't here to explore, even though Embry was hoping to do stuff en route to here. It was strictly business for our stay here. The fun will have to happen some other time.

Embry and I were currently working on one of the many vehicles our boss' big corporate hotshot friend had lying around in his gigantic mansion/warehouse. The man had like 30+ expensive cars of different time periods.

I could tell he was a car lover, much like myself. He had a range of expensive cars from brands like Cadillac, Ferrari, Rolls-Royce and Maserati.

He also had an array of fast, fancy cars from muscle cars like the Dodge Charger SXT, Dodge Challenger R/T 1977, 1966 Plymouth Barracuda, a sweet 1968 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 to Chevrolet Camaro SS. He also the best sports cars from the Alpine A110, McLaren 570S, a gorgeous Porsche 718 Cayman, an Aston Martin Valkyrie and my personal favorite, the Bugatti Chiron Pur Sport. He also had a couple of monster trucks –from the Avenger to the Black Stallion – in his yard.

I was in car heaven right here.

I think I almost busted a nut in my pants the second he opened that damn warehouse of cars.

I didn't think I would have left the place without test driving at least one or two of these sweet rides.

It was a good thing the owner, Hector Maroni, was lax enough to allow me and Embry to spin a few wheels when we were done with our work. Apparently he was this big shot businessman who own a chain of car dealerships and also accumulated his wealth from auctioning off cars.

He also had multiple partnerships with car companies. He was someone I needed to keep in contact with when I start my new business venture soon. His expertise would surely be a source of great help moving forward.

Working with cars was my escape from reality and it was often the only time I could take my mind off worrying about how my Nessie was doing wherever she was.

It was physically painful to be apart from her.

My minds goes on a rampant rampage of insanity when I'm even 10 feet away from her. I was going to be spending a whole ass weekend away from her.

Fuck my life.

It's already been over a day without her and I couldn't sleep the first night. All I did was think about her.

She and I left on a sweet note Thursday night after passionately making love to each other in her bedroom. Mating each other as I'd like to call it.

I never knew sex would be this good. I wonder how I spent my whole life without it.

Nessie and I were like animals. Figuratively and literally.

We were both not human.

We were both very animalistic beings, more so me than her.

We were both incredibly strong, fast, flexible and durable beings.

We were also imprinted soulmates.

So one could assume that our sex life would be a far cry from the average sex life of a normal human couple.

At the beginning, I was careful and gentle with her –I still was I guess.

I had summoned a lot of self-control and restraint with her at the start of our physical relationship.

In the back of my mind, I knew she wasn't human so I knew I couldn't break her like a toothpick but she was my mate, she was always gonna look, feel and seem fragile to me.

Vulnerable.

I had to suppress my wolf urges with her when we first got together but as soon as we got the hang of this whole sex thing, I started to let the wolf in me take over.

Being shapeshifting wolves, we tended to let our wolf personas mesh with our human personas some of the time. That happens whenever we're either angry, sad, or sexually charged. Two of these emotions we deal with by phasing on the fly, and the other emotion we deal with by going animalistic in the bedroom.

I don't envy Sam or any of the other imprinted wolves who have human mates. They have it harder because they have to constantly suppress their inner urges because their mates were vulnerable humans.

Mine was only half-human.

She was almost, if not, just as indestructible as a vampire with only a few exceptions being that she has the ability to bleed.

But other than that, Nessie was a dream come true to my wolf side.

It may seem odd to some. I know for a fact the Cullens found our immense passion for each other kind of disturbing and I think Edward (and to an extent Jasper as well) has it bad because he has to hear our thoughts on a daily basis.

Nessie and I try our best to keep our emotions and thoughts in check whenever we're around Edward, but it was almost as if the mission to keep ourselves from thinking dirty thoughts around him make it that much harder to not think dirty thoughts.

He can't exactly blame me.

I was a wolf.

That's what wolves do.

We mate.

We experience the same thing normal wolves do. We go through heat. We go through the motions of mating season. We feel the same things they feel only in an acute, heightened sense.

Add the fact that I was an alpha, my sexual desire skyrockets even further knowing that I am mating with my queen.

Words I would describe Nessie and I's sex life: Passionate, hot, heavy, fiery, wild, loving, fervent, hungry, sweaty, fast, endless, wicked, rough, kind, mean, caring and tons of cussing and cursing.

And lots and lots of screaming.

God!

I sound like an obsessed freak, I know!

But it was mating season and we were experiencing the effects of it.

We weren't planning on having kids anytime soon though. She was on the birth control pill and I wasn't gonna take my chances so I almost always used condoms as well.

We both weren't ready for that yet.

We don't even know if kids were even on the cards for us even though it could be assumed since she menstruates albeit irregularly. Carlisle thinks we can but there could be challenges along the way that we were yet to find out.

But my mind was definitely not there right now.

In the meantime, we were just enjoying the rehearsing of babymaking.

Our cravings for our mate intensifies whenever we weren't with them for long periods of time and I was definitely feeling the heat. I know Nessie was also feeling the heat because I had a very long, very compromising conversation with her on her phone last night where she gave vivid overview what she was doing to herself, what she wanted me to do her and what she was going to do to me when I got back.

Home cannot come soon enough.

But it wasn't just the physical urges I was missing, I mentally and emotionally couldn't cope without her by my side. Sure, work was easy because I didn't need to do a lot of thinking on cars. I knew a car like I knew my own body but everything else was just hell personified in me.

I've learned to control my emotions of separation anxiety over the years. I know that I wasn't going to be around Nessie in all the moments of her life so knowing that fact has helped me cope with not being with her.

She found it harder to cope because she's fairly new to the world of love, relationships and imprinting. She often cried into my phone every night, telling me how she wished she was in my arms.

It pained me not to be close to her knowing that being away from her hurt her. I often wondered why I even suggested to live in an apartment instead of moving in with the Cullens but it has been a saving grace for me in other ways.

I had my independence.

I was away from the wretched vampire scent –which I have gotten used to, to be honest.

I also got to spend more alone time with Nessie since she basically sleeps over most nights with me.

It was a win-win really.

But I pondered over our future life together daily.

With each passing day, my love for her strengthens and my desire to be with her forever, to claim her as my forever mate grows every day. I wanted to make her my wife.

And I wanted to do it pretty soon.

It was just a matter of timing.

I had the engagement ring.

I had her parents blessing.

I had an idea.

It's all about execution right now.

How will I propose?

When will I propose?

I had a plan for our anniversary in a week and I was thinking it would be the perfect time to propose.

However, she was still in her last year of high school.

In the back of my mind, I've been contemplating whether or not if right now was the correct time to do it when she was knee deep in college applications and preparing for finals. I didn't wanna distract her.

But I also didn't wanna keep this secret hidden from her for too long.

I was in a predicament.

Bella and Alice were helping me out. Thank God for them!

My mind was everywhere so I was glad I had the girls helping me out.

So far, Nessie doesn't suspect a thing.

The wolves don't know about my plans to propose to Nessie outside of Leah, maybe Seth who saw me looking at rings a week and a half ago, and Sam who I often confided in most with and vice versa given our roles as Alpha. I never told him point blank that I was gonna propose to her but I think he figured. I'm pretty sure everyone knows where my head was at with Nessie anyway.

I still needed to tell my dad about it.

I didn't wanna tell him over the phone though, I wanted to tell him in person so I guess I should plan a trip to La Push before our anniversary.

If I was gonna propose on our anniversary, I might as well start telling people right?

It wouldn't come as a complete shock to anyone so maybe I could tell at least my best friends Embry, Quil and Mike? They could hopefully ease my nerves.

Embry and I were quietly working on one of the muscle cars in the open space we were given.

"Could you pass me the wrench, dude?" He asked me as he stood over the end.

I slid down from underneath the car and winched up to grab a wrench tool in the toolbox before tossing it over to him.

"Thanks man," He said as he caught it. "You seem awfully quiet down there." He remarked.

I sighed. "I've got a lot on my mind."

"Humph." He hummed, twisting a nob. "Wanna talk about it?"

I was currently unscrewing the exhaust pipes.

"Y'know, it's kinda what I was talking about the other day." I told him. "About Nessie and I's future together."

"God! You're thinking about Nessie again? Should've known," He scoffed. "Okay, care to explain."

I wetted my lips for a second before halting in my work and sliding back out from down under the vehicle to stand up, grabbing the cloth from the hood.

"I'm popping the question," I bluntly stated, clearing my throat.

He halted in his tracks and darted his head at me, squinting his eyes through his sweaty and greasy eyelashes.

"If I know we're talking about what the question I think you're talking about…?" He deliberated.

I nodded. "I'm proposing to her." I confirmed.

"Wow," He simply replied.

I knew he thought marriage was for losers. He thought marriage was for lame ass old people who gave up their virtues and autonomy to be tied down to one person they would eventually break up with.

But he knows that it was different with imprints.

"Congratulations, I guess, bro!" He exclaimed with a laugh as he dropped what he did to give me a bear hug.

I laughed as I patted his shoulders as he embraced me.

"Thanks, man. I really appreciate it." I said.

We pulled away to grin at each other before he punched my stomach, causing me to grunt.

"Look at you simping it all the way up with your missus." He teased. "You'll be tied down to one pussy for the rest of your life now."

I rolled my eyes. "It was always gonna be the case when I imprinted on her though, Em."

"Yeah, yeah, I know that. I'm just messing with you." He joked along. "Just saying, now it's gonna be official. She's gonna be your wifey. How does the mind-reading leech feel about it?"

It was funny that he automatically thought about what Edward's reaction would have been because we all knew Bella would support it no matter what. She just wanted me to be happy as she loves to keep saying.

Edward would take a lot of warming up to.

"He's okay with it. I have his blessing. He wishes I proposed or hopes we get married a bit later though." I told him.

"Well, are you?" Embry asked.

I shrugged. "I wanna make her my wife as soon as possible but I'm aware that she's still in high school and about to start college soon. I wouldn't mind having a long engagement if that's what she wants. It really boils down to what Nessie wants, y'know."

He nodded. "I hear you. It's the bride's day as they say. Well, as your honorary best man. I am happy for you!"

I chuckled. "Honorary best man? I don't remember asking you yet."

"Yet! That's an important distinction." He pointed out. "'Sides, who else of our boring ass clique would throw you an awesome bachelor party other than the one and only, Embry Call?"

I snickered. He wasn't wrong.

Embry really knew how to throw a party.

"You're the only one I told outside Leah and Sam. I still gotta tell my dad so do you mind keeping it between us until I tell him?"

"Of course man. It's not like it's really a secret, dude. It's not like people don't know it's gonna happen though," He pointed out.

"I know. I know." I stated.

Embry sighed as he stood there looking at me with a proud grin.

"What?" I frowned.

He shook his head. "I'm just really happy for you. And I'm genuine here, man. You honestly deserve happiness more than anyone of us after what you've been through in the past."

I smiled. "Wow! Embry Call embracing the union of marriage. My, oh my, what is of this world?"

"Listen, I still think the institution of marriage is crappy and flawed because people still screw it up and break up after 2 months but, I'm not mad at the idea when I see my fellow brothers taking the plunge. And 'sides, weddings are fun. Plus I'll get to meet all the hot chicks, it's win-win."

I laughed. "Only you would turn a wedding into a party hub for your escapades, Embry,"

He smiled.

"You're a lucky man. Nessie's a great catch and I'm sure she'll make a decent wife in the near future. I'm happy for you both."

"Aw shucks. Thanks man." I expressed, touched. "Bring it in here!" I said, gesticulating my arms out to embrace my brother once more.

It was great to have the support of my long-suffering best friend who has supported me through almost everything in my life. The dude and I knew each other from diapers. He knew me better than almost anyone outside of Nessie and maybe Bella.

He may not care or like the thought of imprinting, but I was hopeful that he would find his mate one day and embrace the imprint.

It's truly a glorious thing and I wouldn't want him to miss out on that opportunity of finding the perfect person for him.

His soulmate.

Maybe one day…

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