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Love Her

Summary:
SEQUEL TO PROTECT HER. Quil is Claire's, heart and soul. At last, she is old enough for him to pursue hers... but can she overcome the terror and demons of her past to find true love?


Notes:
I disclaim. This story is stolen from Ms. Meyer's beautiful universe. it is all hers, so please don't sue me. right. enjoy. oh, i reccomend you read Protect Her first. And review it. after every chapter. well, once at least. but seriously, read it or this will make no sense. and thanks to all the people who read, reviewed, and encouraged me on Protect Her. I couldn't have written it without the continuous support i found, and i hope this story will get a similar response.


11. Chapter 11

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“Mmm… this is really good.”

She blushed. “Thanks.”

I loved the color on her cheeks. Maybe she noticed my stare.

“What are you looking at?”

“You. Sorry…”

“That’s funny.”

“You don’t really get it, do you, Claire? How I feel?”

She met my eyes clearly, looking right at me. “No. Explain it to me?”

“Well, when you were ten, I played it down, explaining it in a way that wouldn’t scare you, because it’s really pretty scary. It’s… intense. For me, at least. Having the entire focus of the universe. It’s like that saying, look out for number one. Only number one isn’t me anymore, it’s you. You matter the most. And keeping you safe and happy is everything. You need me, I’m there. You want me, I’ll do anything.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything, you don’t need to do anything, and I’ll love you. All you have to do is… well, nothing. Whatever you are, I’ll love. Whatever you want, I’ll be.”

She smiled. I loved her smile. However, I decided it was not exactly a happy smile. I broke the tension.

“This is delicious, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

It was, in fact, very good. Pasta, with tomato sauce. She had about a cup of food, and I had about twelve.

Claire’s cooking had long since adjusted to my werewolf metabolism.

“Quil? Just so you know? I can’t wait to go to college. It’s scaring me, sure, but I can’t wait to be with you.”

“Neither can I.”

I had succeeded.

I had won everything I wanted in the world. I adored her so completely, and I won a tiny portion of the love in return. And that was more than everything.

“I love you, Quil.”

“I love you, Claire. So much.”

She was more than everything.

Whether or not she was afraid, she loved me. I would help her overcome that fear.

Every fear, any fear, anything, always.

I had a new task now. I had, once, failed to protect her. I hoped I would do a better job with my new purpose.

I would love her.

It should be easy. After all, I’d been loving her for years. I always would.

It was my job now to keep her heart safe. To protect her feelings, her smile.

As I had not protected her body.

“Claire? Can I ask you something?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On what it is, smartie.”

“Oh. Right.” Well, I felt bright.

“No, whatever you want. One unconditional answer.”

“All right.” I took a deep breath. “Claire, I know you probably don’t want to think about this, much less say it, much less to me. But I need to know. And I understand if you don’t want to answer. But… I have to know. It’s up to you if you want to answer but…”

“Quil, if you don’t spit it out, I’m going to smack you.” Claire was obviously teasing, but I decided I had to say it. I couldn’t go on without knowing.

“Claire… what happened… I have to know. I know it’s my fault but… do you blame me for it?”