On Saturday, Seth, Quil, Emily and Paul all showed up to the Black Mansion to help move and assemble furniture.
We split into three teams. Seth and Leah brought furniture down from the attic. Paul and I assembled and placed the furniture. Quil and Emily read Cosmopolitan magazines. Quil planned to swap in for Paul and Leah when they went on patrols.
Seth and Leah brought down a couch first.
"This is for Quil and Emily," Leah said, "but there are rugs too, so don't get too attached to any placements."
"Are some of the rugs for the bedrooms?" I asked.
"Probably," Leah said. "There's tons of them. It looks like there is a stair runner, too."
"Why did they pack everything up?" I wondered aloud. "Billy was already in a wheelchair when his dad died."
"Billy's sisters did it," Quil explained. "I remember when Grampa Black died. Billy's sisters came and Billy let them do whatever they wanted. They were bitter that he inherited everything. My mom said that he let them rearrange everything to appease them. I don't know why they moved everything into the attic. Maybe to spite him?"
"So I have aunts?" I asked, a little excited. "Do I have cousins too?"
"Yeah," Quil said, hesitating, "but they are mostly garbage."
"Ok, well, at least I get Jake and the twins."
"The twins are kind of garbage, too," Leah said.
"They always seemed nice to me," I said.
"Yeah," Seth said, "but you thought Leah was nice so your judgment is not the best."
"She's nice to me," I asserted. I wrapped my arms around her stomach, bringing her back to my chest.
"Sometimes," she said and kissed me on the cheek. "Should we bring down rugs first and decide which rooms to put them in?"
"Yeah. Paul and I will help with that since we have no furniture to assemble." I waved Paul over. He was reading an article over Emily's shoulder but he happily came to help.
We decided to unroll all the rugs in the attic and decide what room they should go to from there. Paul and Seth did most of the carrying. Meanwhile Leah and I talked through which rugs made the most sense in which rooms. The discussion got a little heated at times. I found a tape measure in the basement and that settled things faster.
Seth and Paul brought down all the kitchen furniture during our rug debates, since there would not be a rug in the kitchen.
Leah and Seth brought down the beds for the other two rooms. One room had bunk beds and the other room had two twin beds. We easily agreed where to put those: bunks in the smaller room and standalone beds in the larger.
Paul and I started assembling them. "So, do you think you'll fill all of these beds?" Paul asked me.
"We haven't even talked about pups yet. I can't answer that without talking to her."
"Good answer!" Leah said from the stairwell.
We moved on to assembling the kitchen and dining room tables. When there was nothing left to assemble, Paul and I started moving furniture.
Dressers and end tables were randomly placed in bedrooms to be decided later, along with children's desks and bookshelves.
There were too many couches for the living room and parlor. None of them were particularly comfortable. They were all old.
"We should ask Billy about the couches," I suggested. "See what he wants us to do with them. Maybe we could keep the best ones down here and move the rest back upstairs."
"Yeah, but none of them are great. We're going to want to get our own," Leah said.
"Take ours," Emily said eagerly. "It was just going to go to the garage sale."
I looked at Leah and she was considering. "It's up to you," I said.
"It will smell like Sam," she said, making a somewhat disgusted face.
"We could try cleaning it with vinegar. Or we could just get a new couch."
"I know!" Paul exclaimed. "You can have my couch and I'll take Sam's couch. Sam's smell won't be as ingrained in my couch. It will smell more like me."
"I like that," I said, "and then we can get a nice couch some time in the future. And then Paul's couch could be used in the kids' playroom or something," I suggested, looking at Leah for her reaction.
"We'll take your couch, Paul, thank you. Embry, don't push your luck."
"Sure thing, wife," I said, giving her a kiss.
We took a break for lunch. We didn't have much in the house but we had enough for sandwiches and fruit.
"Sorry, guys," Leah said, "we should have planned this better."
"Maybe we could go grocery shopping after we finish the couches," I suggested.
"We don't have plates, Embry, or bowls or spoons or pots and pans, other than the few that my mom lent me."
"Take my kitchen stuff!" Emily insisted again. "I think Sam spent the stipend money on it anyway, so I don't want it. And it's easier to clean than a couch, not that any of it smells like Sam at all. He never did a damn thing in the kitchen besides eat."
"Can we go through that stuff tomorrow, Emily?" Leah asked. "I want to finish the couches today."
Emily agreed, happy to finally get rid of stuff. Seth and Leah moved couches back up while I went with Paul to do the couch swap. Quil continued to entertain Emily.
We went to Sam's old place to get his couch, then headed to Paul's house.
Sam was on the couch again when we arrived with his old couch. He was doing nothing, again. It made me kind of uncomfortable, seeing him stare at the wall like that. At least the mattresses were gone, hopefully on the bed.
"Sam, I need you to stand up," I told him. He stood but remained still as a statue. We brought Paul's couch outside and slid Sam's couch right into its place.
"You can sit again," I told Sam. He sat down, not even checking to see where the new couch was placed.
Paul and I jogged while carrying his couch to the Black Mansion.
Seth and Leah were moving the last couch when we arrived with Paul's couch. Quil and Emily were on the floor giggling about something they read in the cosmopolitan magazines.
"Where did you get these?" Emily asked.
"My mom subscribed for years."
"She still does." Paul said. "I've read every one that Embry hasn't stolen, cover to cover."
"Hasn't stolen yet," I clarified. "Guys, we desperately need to go shopping. Will you all come back around six for a thank you supper? I'm embarrassed by that lunch offering today."
"What about plates?" Leah asked.
"Trust me," I told her. "I have a plan."
After we went shopping, we made half a dozen frozen pizzas, also served with fruit, on napkins with homemade sugar cookies for dessert. It was all finger foods, no plates required, but there was enough so that everyone was satisfied and there were even a few pizza slices leftover. We ate around the dining room table, Cosplaying as real adults.
I was pretty impressed with the setup. Leah was less impressed. "Can you guys come back next week and we'll have a real dinner party?"
"Invite Bella and Jake, too," Quil suggested. "We never see Jake anymore."
"Good idea, Bud," I agreed.
That night after the pack meet, I carried Leah up to bed, bridal style. Once we hit the bed, I was playing with her boobs, licking them and kissing them and stroking them.
"Do you want to fuck my boobs?" She asked.
"What? No. I want to do this with them." Then I sucked one into my mouth while gently kneading the other. "Is that really a thing? Outside of porn, I mean."
"I don't know, but I'd let you do it if you wanted."
"Thanks, Leah. You've definitely got the boobs for it, but I want to fuck your cunt instead. Is that ok?"
She nodded so I put my hands between her legs to see how wet she was. So wet. I rubbed her clit with my fingers.
"Was that something you wanted me to do, fuck your boobs?"
"Not really, I just thought of it now and wanted to offer."
"You'll tell me if there's something that you want to try that we're not doing, right?"
"Yes, I don't have a problem with asserting myself."
I kissed her thoroughly. "And I love that about you." Then I drove my cock into her andt she gasped, maybe because I got the g spot on the first thrust. I hit it again and again until she came, then I explored other angles until I came. I made it a habit to come pressed against her g-spot because she said it made her feel funny in a horny kind of way. I stayed in her, rocking gently, then turned and lay my head next to hers so we could make out.
We kissed for a bit before she blurted out, "how many kids do you want, Embry?"
"I, uh, I honestly haven't thought about it. At least one, but I'm definitely open to more. Being an only child is a little lonely."
"If you don't want an only child, you want at least two, right? "
"Yep," I admitted. "How many do you want?"
"I think two, maybe three, no more than four, because we don't have enough beds."
I laughed, "Or rooms, but we could probably get an addition approved with the council if we really wanted."
"I don't want any right now, Embry. You're still in school and neither of us have proper jobs."
"Me too. I was just worried you'd say none."
"No, I definitely want at least two, and I like how Seth and I were spaced. I think three to five years between kids is healthy. Then they're not alone but also not dependent on each other. That's how your dad spaced kids too. What do you think of the whole non-aging thing?"
"I think it's cool, but I don't want to live for hundreds of years as the eternal alpha and chief. That sounds like a bad horror movie in the making."
"I agree. I don't know how long I'd want to live, but it's cool to have the choice. I think I want to live close to a normal amount of time though."
"Yep, but if there are threats that force us to keep phasing, I would do that too."
"Of course," Leah said. "But that's not as fun to think about as babies." She smiled at me and I knew she'd make a great mom someday.
"Or baby making." I said, reaching my hand down her stomach. It was such a turn on thinking that one day, this flat stomach would be round with my child. My hand continued down to her clit.
"Uh uh. It's my turn." She said, then my cock was in her mouth again.
After Leah's morning patrol on Sunday, we went to the Clearwaters to see Emily. Paul was already there. We all piled into the van to go to Sam Uley's old place.
Emily had put prices on all of the kitchen items including a stand mixer with loads of attachments and a high end blender.
"Should these go in the eBay pile?" I asked. "I think these are kind of expensive."
"How much do they go for on eBay? Maybe we could match the price." Leah offered.
"They each go for a few hundred dollars, I'm pretty sure. Even more with all those mixer attachments."
"Yeah, we can't afford that. Let's put them in the eBay pile."
"No, don't. I want to keep them." Emily said.
"Of course, Emily, it's all your stuff." I said.
"Embry, the blender is a house warming gift from me to you. Leah, the stand mixer and attachments are a housewarming gift from me to you."
"Not fair, Emily." Leah pouted.
"You two fucking saved my life. He strangled me sometimes when he was mad. The statistics for domestic violence victims who get strangled are grim. They die, Leah. So take your stupid mixer. I only used it for muffins anyway and muffins don't even need a mixer."
"Emily, that is very generous of you," I said. "I'm a little uncomfortable taking from you as well. So we won't allow haggling for the rest of the items. We'll buy them from you at the price you listed. No discounts, ok?"
Emily nodded, but she was grinning, like she had won. She did win. She had priced everything so cheap, five cents for each dish, silverware for a penny each. I think she priced it that way knowing we'd be buying it. We bought everything from her kitchen.
We also bought all her towels and linens and blankets that she didn't take. We bought the TV, TV stand, DVD player, some of her DVDs and a few cook books.
There wasn't much left for the yard sale except some furniture, books, DVDs and some knick knacks.
We had to fold down the back seat to get everything in the van. Emily drove with Paul and the rest of us ran because the van was so full.
"Is it sandwiches again for lunch?" I asked Leah.
"No way!" Leah protested. "Grab me the box with the cookbooks and the stand mixer. I'll get something good started."
Leah kept on sending me to find specific things from the van: the blender, the large rectangular cake pans, rubber spatulas and silverware. She made carrot cake bread and banana bread and apple spice bread while we unloaded. It smelled so good. She smelled so good.
Leah said, "We can make sandwiches, too, so we don't run out. Embry, can you rinse off the plates? We've been handling them and they're dusty. Emily, do you want to assemble some sandwiches, just to help fill the bottomless pits?"
Seth and Paul finished setting up the TV and DVD player. "What do you want us to do?" Paul offered.
"I don't know, maybe set the table with the plates Embry rinsed."
"Already done." I said, standing behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck.
"I guess we're ready then," she said. "Anyone know where the pot holders are?"
"They're in that box. Paul, can you get them?" Emily pointed to the box with her foot while cutting sandwiches in half.
"I'll get drinks," Seth offered. "Do you have the stuff for lemonade?"
"She does," Emily answered, "and the pitcher is in the same box as the pot holders."
It felt like a feast. It felt like a home. And there were leftovers again.
Leah made sure to separate all of her mom's loaner kitchenware so it wouldn't get mixed in with our new stuff. She put it all in the van to go home with Emily.
Other than patrol, Leah and I spent the afternoon putting stuff away, often compromising on how we wanted the kitchen set up. The way her mom had her kitchen was different from how my mom had ours. We had to decide what we really wanted it to be like, not just bicker over what we were used to. It felt really good, like we were getting to know each other deeply.
Then we spent the evening making out on the couch while DVDs played in the background until we went to the pack meet.
The next day at lunch, Quil told us all about the girl he was with while we were working on the kitchen at the Black Mansion.
"How was your weekend, Jake?" I asked. "We barely see you anymore."
"If you didn't live with Leah, would any of us see you?" Jake asked in response.
"Probably not," I admitted.
"Even living with her, we only see you two together. Don't you get sick of each other?" Seth asked.
"Hey, we were talking about Jake. You know how my weekend was. You were with me. Jake?" I redirected the conversation.
"It was good. We spent some time at hers and some time at mine. We both enjoyed ourselves." He was grinning pretty big. He got laid.
After a minute of processing, Quil shouted, "He finally got laid!"
"Shut up, Quil, you didn't need to tell the whole school," I scolded.
"Sorry, Embry." Quil looked so serious for a second, afraid he was in trouble.
"It's alright, bud, we're all excited for him. This has been a long time coming with Bella."
"Like you're so far ahead of me, Embry. You first did it, what, a week before me?"
Seth said, "And Quil had the same reaction when you and Leah…" he did not want to finish that sentence.
"Yes he did," I agreed. "He is a constant source of inappropriate outbursts."
When I sat down to lunch on Tuesday, Seth and Jake were already there.
Seth was thinking of asking a girl to an upcoming dance but was hesitant because of imprinting. Jake was encouraging him to have some fun. Then Quil sat down and gave his advice, which was totally inappropriate.
"Quil!" I scolded. "He's fourteen. Telling him to lay all the pipe he can is not appropriate."
"He's not fourteen. Look at him." Quil insisted.
"Seth, how old are you?" I asked.
"Fourteen."
"Shit kid. I didn't know. Hold all the hands you can and give them a kiss on the cheek if they let you." Quil turned to me, "Is Leah going to kick my ass?"
Then we heard a gunshot, or maybe an explosion or maybe someone lit off a firework… at noon on a Tuesday? I looked around the cafeteria and it seemed like no one outside of our table heard it, except Jared, who was staring at me. I nodded for him to come over while standing. We all went outside and into the woods.
The sound probably wasn't vampire related but gunshots didn't go off on the rez. Then a mournful howl went up.