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Keep Her

Summary:
Sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, and Hold Her. Claire is a medical intern. She and Quil are deeply in love, but he's still haunted by ghosts that whisper one word... failure. Will he overcome his fears and regrets to take the next step? Will their truest of loves ever bind them into one?


Notes:
Read the prequels first. And review them! This series has the sixth most reviews out of any on the site, and i'm angling for first. ambitious, right? so review a lot! i'm pretty shameless, but i will never withhold a written chapter to get reviews. however, my life is full and i am writing lots of little sidefics, not to mention a novel, a full-length play, and an award-winning-to-be compilation of original short works. oh, and school, but that's not important. EXPECT updates twice a week. they often come as soon as twice, three, once even SEVEN times a day. i'm good, i know. but when this happens, i expect rewards, in the form of reviews. and i own nothing.


11. Chapter 11

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“Quil, what the hell?”

“Alice Cullen…”

“No, I heard you. Why on earth would you think…”

“I saw her eyes, Sam. You may believe she has no soul, but I don’t. I know she loves her mate like we love ours.”

“But she’s our enemy.”

“I know.”

“A killer.”

“She’s never killed anyone.”

“But her kind is made to murder! You’re turning into a leech-lover on me, Quil.”

I growled into the phone. “Don’t you dare, Sam. If it weren’t for them, you never would have imprinted. Look at it that way.”

There is a brief silence. I swore I could hear Sam swallowing his pride all the way from Forks. “I guess that’s true. Maybe we shouldn’t hate them. But we do.”

“That’s true.”

“We’re going to come, Quil. And we won’t take revenge on the Cullens.”

“Thanks.”

I didn’t know why I cared, but I did.

“See you, brother.”

“See you soon.” He disconnected.

Claire walked up behind me as I placed the phone on the table, massaging my suddenly aching forehead. “Hey, Quil.”

“I love you.” I stood, turned, and wrapped my arms around her.

She laughed. “All my friends are always whining about their relationship problems. They don’t know how to express affection, they’re never noticing them, they never do anything romantic, all they want is to get in your pants… good thing I don’t have to worry about any of that.”

She has no idea how glad I am I can make her happy. “Glad I can make it easy for you.”

She laughed again. “My biggest problem in our relationship is me and all my baggage. You’re perfect.”

“No, you are.”

“Thanks.”

This time I am the one who giggles. She joins in quickly. Then, as the laughter fades, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and stands on her tiptoes, up to reach my lips. She kissed me.

“I love you,” she whispered.

The three most perfect words in the world. I couldn’t believe they were true, that Claire really did love me of all the people in the world. I was enough. I had been chosen by the earthly angel, the pinnacle of creation’s arts, the one for whom the universe had been wrought.

Yes, I loved her too, but there was so much more than I could put into words.

She was everything, everything in the world. As close as I could be to her, I still wanted to be closer. I wanted to be one with her perfection… and she had agreed to be mine forever.

Three weeks. “I can’t wait until our wedding.”

“Neither can I. It seems silly to wait at all, doesn’t it? Like this is such a formality. Even though I was being an idiot and leaving you just a few weeks before we got engaged… now it seems like this is how it’s supposed to be.”

“That’s how it’s always seemed to me.”

“I haven’t made this easy for you. I know that. I wish I could have… I wish you hadn’t had to wait.”

I answer the forbidden, and thus unspoken, apology. “I wasn’t waiting, not really. We had a different relationship then, one just as special. I don’t regret a minute I’ve spent with you.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“Thank you for being everything.”

She laughed again. “Silly Quil. You’re such a romantic fool.”

“And proud to be it, so long as I’m yours.”

“You are.”

A silence dawned in the room. Quietly, Claire smiled up at me, and I saw a bright future of pleasant contentment lying ahead.