Catch the Wind
Axelle is seventeen, but her parents still haven't told her their secret. When a new kid shows up at school, Axelle can't help but find him interesting. When all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Axelle has some big choices to make. Part three to the Twist of Fate series!
Like I have said many times before, I am totally addicted to this story. This story is entirely in Axelle's POV, for those of you that didn't know. I have this one planned out almost all the way... and let me tell ya, there are some HUGE twists :D But that's just how it works with me :)
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“Okay, now don't freak out.”
I knew it was the worst possible way to start any conversation, let alone one that includes the whole “I'm pregnant” bit. After we got off the plane, my parents left Jack and me with zero time to even prepare what we were going to say. Edward left before even talking to them, and I couldn't blame him. My parents didn't bring him up. They wouldn't let me out of their sight, and Jack wouldn't let me out of his, so that meant no alone time. We'd only been at home, our home, for five minutes. I told them not to go to the big house... I'd tell Emmett separately.
“Should we... sit down?” my dad asked. He was eying the both of us very suspiciously. My mom didn't say a word. They knew something big was going to happen. I bet they thought it was about Italy.
“Yeah, you should,” I sighed.
Once they sat, they stared at me with expectant eyes. I glanced to Jack. I was very, very unsure of myself, and I knew my dad could feel it. I didn't want them to end up eating me, or Jack for that matter, alive. Jack nodded and smiled slightly.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “I'm pregnant,” I squeaked.
My dad blanched. “What the hell, Axelle?”
“Sorry!” I whispered, my eyes still squeezed firmly shut.
“But... that'd mean,” breathed my mom.
“Yeah, I know what it means...” I opened one eye and looked at her.
“You're only eighteen, though. Isn't that a little young to be doing things like that?” she asked. Her voice was gaining its usual volume, and I could see her getting angrier.
“Technically, it is legal,” I countered.
I looked at my dad, and it was obvious that he was furious. “Of all the stupid things you could do, Axelle, this is number one!” He started pacing the length of the couch.
“No, Axelle. This is the most idiotic thing you've ever, ever done, and I expect that you are thinking the exact sam-”
“Excuse me, but we're both actually quite thrilled with the idea. We think that we are fully ready to be parents, and to take on any responsibility that follows. If you count our age in maturity, we're much older than we are. Please, don't make this any harder on her than it already is,” said Jack. His voice was polite, but I could see him seething under the surface.
Jasper's mouth fell open. “That's impossible.”
“No... I am pretty excited,” I agreed.
“They are very mature for their age, Jasper,” said my mom. I could tell that she was still irritated at me for being irresponsible, but as long as I wanted to have the baby, she would be behind me one hundred percent. That was what I loved most about my mom. Once I made a decision, she did everything she could to help me out with it.
Jasper threw his arms into the air. “Are you all against me?” he asked, exasperated.
I shrugged. “Sorta,” I joked.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Go, Axelle. Go tell the family what's happened and give me time to cool down. I just don't think I can talk to you right now.”
I nodded grimly, looking down at the spotless carpet. I waved a goodbye to my mom, and pulled Jack out of the house behind me. Just as we walked out the door, out of my peripheral vision, I saw my mom go to comfort my dad
“He didn't hit me!” said Jack, trying to lighten my severely dampened mood. I was close to tears. My dad thought I was an idiot for being pregnant. That stung. I knew Jack was angry, but the fact that he was willing to joke around to make me feel better made me feel... well, better.
“I am so scared to tell Emmett,” I breathed.
He fished a ring of keys out of his pocket, the keys to my car, and sighed. “He loves you and supports you. You don't have to worry.”
He opened my door for me, and even helped me in. I didn't even look pregnant, let alone feel pregnant. I was still very much able to get into the car by myself.
I didn't talk much as he drove to the big house. I was thinking about what I would say to Emmett. It wasn't raining, so I wanted to talk to him outside. I liked that much better than being cramped up in the house, where my every word would be heard. I also thought it'd relax him. He always seemed more comfortable when he was outside. I would hurt him with my information even more than I would have if I got pregnant before his little sex talk. He warned me, and I didn't even listen. He was going to hate me.
“Axelle, we're here,” said Jack, snapping me out of my focus.
“Oh,” I murmured.
I got out and sighed. “Emmett!” I called. I didn't want to go inside to explain what happened to everyone. I'd have Alice explain it to them once I broke the news about the baby.
“Good luck,” whispered Jack. I need to talk to Emmett alone, he knew that. He entered the house just as Emmett was coming out of it.
He sprinted towards me. I was scooped into a crushing hug so fast, I didn't even have time to protest before I ran out of breath.
“Emmett, stop!” I yelled. Squeezing all the life out of me probably wasn't the best thing for the baby.
“I'm sorry. I just missed you so much. I was worried you wouldn't come back, and then I wouldn't have any more friends, and I'd be sad, and it'd be bad!” he ranted.
“Emmett, I need to talk to you,” I said seriously.
He frowned. He moved to pick me up, but I stopped him.
“Gently,” I warned.
He ran for a much shorter time than I would have hoped. I wanted him to run forever, just so I wouldn't have to tell him. When he did stop, he set me down very carefully.
“Talk,” he commanded.
“I'm pregnant,” I said, getting straight to the point. There was no beating around the bush with Emmett.
His face was blank. I could see his chest heaving in and out, but not a word escaped his lips. The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Emmett?” I asked slowly.
“No!” he roared. He sounded so anguished; tears sprang to my eyes immediately. My knees went weak, and I sank to the ground.
I looked up through blurry eyes, and I saw that Emmett wasn't there any longer. He had abandoned me just when I needed him most of all. I buried my face in my hands and cried like there was no tomorrow. He reacted much worse than I thought he would have. I thought he would scold me, maybe yell a little bit, but there was no expecting this reaction. I was an adult, and I was free to make my own choices. I just didn't understand. I curled into a ball on the ground, abandonment clouding my thoughts.
That was how Jack found me. It couldn't have been too long after Emmett ran away. Jack was probably listening, just to see if I was okay after my talk. He must have heard Emmett's roar and come to see what had gone awry.
I was still sobbing as he sat beside my huddled body. He scooped me into his arms and cradled me into his lap. I put my face into the hollow of his neck and sighed sadly. He stroked my hair from the top of my head to my waist. He knew not to say anything until I was ready.
We sat like that, not speaking, for what seemed like days. His skin kept me warm, despite the falling temperature.
I needed something to think about that was away from the topic of Emmett.
“Think of any names yet?” I croaked.
“Hmm,” he mused. I felt the vibrations in his throat. “I've never really thought about that before, actually. I've been a little preoccupied. Do you have any names?”
“Jack for a boy, Jill for a girl? Fred and Ginger?” I suggested, grinning despite the situation.
He laughed. “Yeah, right. We might as well name it Dick or Jane. Seriously, though, Axelle. Any names?”
“Well... I've thought about it on and off. You know, just like a little girl dreams about her wedding. I always liked the name Allegra for a girl, Ansel for a boy.”
“Allegra and Ansel... I wouldn't mind either of those names,” said Jack. “They're both unusual.”
“I like unusual.”
“Ahem, my name is Jack, the least unusual of all the names out there.”
“But how many Jacks can say that they are a werewolf, eh?”
He was silent.
“That's what I thought,” I said, smiling smugly.
To be honest, I was thrilled that he liked the names Allegra and Ansel. I had loved those names ever since I could remember. Ansel was a Danish name, and because my name was oh so very Danish, I thought it only fitting. Allegra just sounded like she'd grow up to be beautiful, smart, the kind of person that I'd want to be friends with. I wished I could have two babies, just so I could name each of them what I wanted.
“Allegra and Ansel,” whispered Jack. “I love it.”
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- Peaches and Cream
- Dance Crazy
- Mars Attacks
- It's Going to Work
- You Don't Know Jack
- Crazy Talk
- Happy Birthday
- Moving Too Fast
- I Have Some Friends
- Two Choices
- He's Not Evil
- No Frank Sinatra
- Big Jitters
- We Need To Talk
- Hush Up, You Clown
- Rainbow Colored Socks
- You Need Some Rest
- Let Go
- We Want Her
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