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With Her

Quil and Claire are married. When Claire becomes pregnant, what new difficulties will they face? In the series For Her. Sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, Hold Her, Keep Her, and From Her. In that order... I think.

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7. Chapter 7

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She looked around the house with wide eyes, weighing her options. She was obviously trying to decide what she thought. “So, this is where we’re living?”

“Yeah.” I was growing impatient. I really wanted to know what she thought.

“Hasn’t changed.” Such was the charm of La Push. Nothing ever changes- except the inhabitants into giant wolves, of course. Strange, that such an uneventful town is home to such supernatural doings.

“What do you think, Claire?”

She grinned. “I couldn’t be happier. Wow.”

We were getting settled in. It was time to have our own real home. Here, it seemed right. Like coming home, finally. In some ways, it literally was. We were in the place where we’d started. But we weren’t the same at all.

It was three months later. Claire was a doctor, a real full-fledged doctor who could practice in a hospital and everything. She had a job at the Forks Hospital. It was much needed. Poor Dr. Gerandy was probably eighty-five, but he’d refused to retire until there was a replacement. For years, he’d been the only doctor, since the leeches left town.

I lifted her shirt from the bottom hem, just enough so I could see her swollen stomach. Gently, I placed my hand on her navel. Though she’s gotten pretty big, it doesn’t feel at all like fat. It’s hard, the place where my baby is.

I kissed her stomach. “Happy Mother’s Day, Claire.”

She laughed and laughed. “I get a house for Mother’s Day, and my kid hasn’t even been born yet. Geez. What am I getting next year?”

“Whatever you want. Obviously.”

“Well, thank you for the house. I like. Let’s get the stuff moved in.”

I grin. “Glad you like it.”

“This is the house my babies are going to grow up. Can you believe it’s been six months already? Three more and we’ll have a kid.”

“I missed the part where I became an adult. One second I was an overgrown teenager running around the forests naked. Now I’m married and I’m going to have a baby… and I think I like real life.”

“We all know how utterly dysfunctional my childhood was, and I really feel no need to reiterate. But honestly, married and a doctor and with a baby at twenty-seven. Good for me.”

“Doesn’t it make you feel all stable and well adjusted?”

She laughed. “I love you, Quil.” It is fairly rare she’ll randomly say that. Usually, I’m the one who starts the familiar exchange.

My eyes grew soft. I couldn’t appropriately express what I feel at the moment, so I say only what I can. I replied by the method, but somehow I sense the words take on new meaning from my own passion. “I love you.” It is a poor approximation, but it’s the best I can do. I can’t show her how I feel. It’s too big for words.

“While they move the furniture in, can we go visit people? I want to let them know we’re back in town.”

“Of course. Let’s go see the pack.”

“Maybe this,” she gestured at her stomach, “will run with the wolves someday.”

I smiled. “Maybe he’ll be lucky enough to.”

“I thought it wasn’t such a great thing.”

“Oh, it is. If you never phase, you can never imprint.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re silly. Now, let’s go.”

“Whatever you like.”

I held the door open for her. She drove to Emily’s, our first visit. We were pleasantly surprised to find the entire pack there.