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Ink Stain

Jake/ Samara Jake and Samara are together again for the first time in years and everything will be alright now. They deserve it, right? When strange visitors come to Forks, Billy Black and Charlie Swan are put in the hospital. Now, Samara's past is brought to the light and the secrets Jacob knew she always hid are darker then he could have ever imagined. Lies, betrayals and the return of old friends and enemies, turn Forks Washington and the surrounding area into a battle ground, where the fate of all the immortals will be decided. This is the sequel to Watermark Book two of the Imprints of Life series Final Chapter posted.


20. We're Alright

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 1366   Review this Chapter

December 3rd, 8 months later

"Why is she screaming so much?" Paul growled from his place on the couch.

His friend, Angela Webber (the clueless imprint) pinched him and glared.

"What?" he muttered.

"You're such a pig, Paul," she snapped.

Sam, Seth and Quil laughed.

Upstairs, Jacob was also wishing it was over. Samara's screams and groans and grip were making him nervous. He wondered how his friends, downstairs for moral support, were handling it. He wondered how Samara and Emily had talked him into agreeing to do this all at home. The natural way. He had jumped on it right away; perhaps the wolf in him liked the idea of his pup being born in the den. Either way, he was wishing for drugs, whether they were for Samara or him.

"It's almost done," he heard Emily mutter and Samara screamed again. At him.

"When this is over I'm going to kill you!"

He ran his nervous hand over her sweaty arms. "A little more," he murmured as comforting as he could.

She screamed one more time and then everything stopped. A baby's cry was heard from the pink thing in Emily's arms and she stared down at the baby with a grin, before handing it into Samara's waiting arms.

"It's a girl," she told them.

Jacob smiled down at his daughter and looked at Samara's face. She was also smiling and he figured she had forgotten her previous threat. He barely noticed Emily creep out of the room and shut the door behind her.

"Oh, she's pretty," Samara whispered.

Jacob had to agree. Even with the pink skin she was a vision. Her eyes were squeezed shut, so he did not know the color, but there was a sprinkling of black hair on her head. Her hands were so tiny that they were lost in Jacob's hand.

"Gemma, then?" he asked.

"Gemma," she repeated.

"And her middle name?"

"Lee...after your mother."

He smiled and nodded. "Gemma Lee Black."


"I don't like that daddy."

"Carrots are really good, Gem," Jacob said softly.

"Then why do you hide them in your napkin?"

Jacob cleared his throat and looked anywhere but his daughter's dark eyes. Gemma stared at him in a knowing five year old way.

"You're a hypocrite," she said finally.

Jacob blinked at her. "Where did you learn that word?"

"Aunt Sally taught me." Gemma picked up a piece of orange carrot and inspected it thoughtfully. She wrinkled her nose and put it back in her bowl. "Is she coming?"

"Yeah," Jacob said, finally picking up the bowl of carrots and throwing them in the trash. "Mommy went to get her. By the way trashing the carrots stays between you and me."

"Okay," Gemma said with a grin, getting off her chair. "Is Uncle Seth coming too?"

"He'll be here soon I'm sure."

"How about Uncle Paul and Aunt Angela and little Bella?"

Jacob rolled his eyes as he wrung a washcloth out into the sink. Coming over to his daughter he began to wipe the macaroni and cheese off of her face. "It's your birthday, Pup, they'll all be here."

Gemma giggled and tried to wiggle away from Jacob, who kept a firm hold on her.

"No you don't," he grunted. "You need to be somewhat clean so your mom doesn't think I'm completely irresponsible."

She giggled again, but stood still. When Jacob put the washcloth in the sink, he heard coos coming from the baby monitor on the counter.

"Looks like your brother's awake," he commented.

"I get him?" Gemma asked, jumping up and down.

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Just be careful and bring him out here."

Gemma nodded and raced from the kitchen. Jacob could hear her moving around inside of the bedroom as she talked to baby William and picked him up. He switched off the monitor when he heard her footsteps in the hall.

Gemma entered the kitchen, carefully carrying her six month old brother in her arms. William gurgled happily and played with a lock of his sister's dark hair. Jacob laughed and took him, putting him in the highchair along with some carrots.

"See," he told Gemma when William picked up a carrot and happily ate it. "Will loves carrots."

"Will loves everything," Gemma retorted. She went over to the fridge and opened it just to look at her cake. "I like cake better."

Jacob closed the fridge door. "Later."

Gemma pouted and was about to say something else when the doorbell rang. She cheered up immediately at the thought of more people and raced from the kitchen to answer the door.

"Hi, Uncle Embry!"

"Hey," Embry laughed.

When he entered the kitchen Jacob raised an eyebrow at the fact that Embry was holding a three month old baby.

"Where's Paul and Angela?" he asked.

"Unloading the car."

Will squealed from his highchair at the sight of his uncle and waved his spoon. Embry waved back as Paul and Angela came in. Paul shot Embry a hard look as he took the baby away from him.

Embry looked somewhat depressed, but cheered up when Quil walked through the back door with Sam and Emily. Pretty soon the house was packed. All they were missing was Samara who had gone to pick a fifteen year old Sally up from Washington University.

Seth's face lit up suddenly and Jacob did not even have to look to know that the two girls had returned. He felt a cool, thin, arm wrap around his waist and he looked down at Samara. She grinned and kissed him on the cheek, before Gemma stole her attention.

"Cake now?"

"Sure," Samara smiled.

Jacob let Gemma get the cake from the fridge, making sure to stay within catching distance. It made it to the table without a mishap and Samara put five candles on it. Embry, the pyro that he was, lit them.

There was a very loud, out of tune, chorus of happy birthday and Gemma blew out all five candles, after pausing to make a wish.

"What'd you wish for?" Quil asked.

"I can't tell. It won't come true."

After the cake came presents and Jacob was afraid they would have to get a bigger house with all the toys Gemma got. Will sat gurgling in his lap as colorful wrapping paper was thrown all over the room.

Chaos ensued when Embry started a wrapping paper fight, though he wisely kept Gemma on his shoulders in order to keep her from getting trampled. Sally likewise had a perch on Seth, but she ended up blushing and stammering soon after. Fifteen year olds don't tend to keep the same innocent crushes of ten year olds do, and Jacob was starting to get a little worried about her. Three years was going to seem like forever, though he suspected that she and Seth had shared a few kisses here and there. He didn't want to know about it though and Seth was pretty good at keeping it from his mind when he phased. Not that Jacob phased that much anymore. He had no need to stop aging like Quil, Seth and Embry did. Still, he missed the air in his face sometimes, but he wanted to grow old with Samara.

After the party, Samara cleaned up while Jacob put the kids to bed. They were exhausted from the excitement and fell asleep without a problem. Jacob came downstairs quietly, just so he could watch her.

She was washing dishes, up to her elbows in suds. Like always she wore a tank top and had bare feet. A splatter of dark green paint was in her nose and shoulders. She looked like she always did, to him anyway. Like the girl he first met at Wal-Mart and watched stand up to her witch (literally) of a mother to defend her father's wife. She must have sense him watching because she turned around and looked at him with a grin.

"Another year," she said happily.

He walked the rest of the way into the kitchen and pulled her into his arms. "Yeah," he whispered into her hair. "We're all fine."