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Protect Her

Quil is Claire's. He will do exactly what she needs of him. Even when her newly divorced father gains custody and forbids him to go anywhere near her, he does what's best... he leaves her alone. And then, after five long years, he realizes what's been happening to the one he was born to protect. He WILL save her, no matter what it takes.

Quil/Claire. Yes, it's a little creepy. He's in love with a two-year -old. Mostly post-eclipse, will skip around a bunch... *disclaims*

11. Chapter 11

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I sent her off to school with my customary, “Love you.”

She returned it for the first time. That made me happier than I can possibly express. I wish I could hear those words every instant of every day.

I love you, Claire, I love you I love you love you. You. You and only you I love.

The day was long, but I filled it up with minute tasks—making everything perfect for her. Emily helped, of course, since I’m a guy and by definition have no taste. And I wanted everything beautiful for this day—for her.

Always for her.

I was adjusting the cake’s position when five out-of-breath pre-teens run through the door.






They come out in rapid succession, like the rounds of a machine gun. I smiled at these girls, my Claire’s friends. They don’t know what has happened to her, but that only makes them better in my eyes. Claire was shy. Traumatized. That they are kind enough to befriend her despite that makes me warm to them immediately.

“We beat her, right? We had to run all the way from school.”

Claire had started walking home with a few of these girls, as I lived right near the elementary school (La Push just isn’t that big. Everyone lives right near everything else.) One of them had stayed behind to make excuses for the others and bring her here. I was not letting her wander the streets alone.

The rest had sprinted, leaving early—the teachers, unlike the friends, knew, and it wasn’t hard to convince them to let a few girls out a little early—to my house.

A surprise. The surprises in Claire’s couldn’t have been too good so far. I would make better memories for her.

“You beat her.”

Claire’s escort, a girl named Tina, selected for the task by me because she was a year older and a foot taller, had explicit instructions to walk as slowly as possible.


They scattered themselves throughout various furnishings to wait. The doorbell rang not long after.


Claire gasped and then laughed.

Her friends surrounded her, hugging, and I picked them all up and swung them around. The laughter swells.

All the girls sat down. Their conversation was too fast for me to understand or even try to. I just listened to the sound of Claire’s happiness. I would give anything to make every day this beautiful for her.

I loved her smile, her voice, her face.

Subtly, I stared at her, and she noticed my adoring gaze.

I shrunk back, fearing that I’d scared her.

She laughed louder.

I smiled at her.

She smiled back.

Happiness was this simple. I loved it. I loved her. Very, very, very much.

Everything in my life was around this.

To make her smile.

That was why I lived.

Safe and happy…

Right here.

I loved her with everything in me. I loved her, loved her, loved her.


She laughed again, and I laughed too.

I was glad to see the brightness within her still burnt. She was still capable of joy, and that gave me hope for her to return my love.

Happiness of hers was my every pleasure, after all, but I wanted to love her in every way.