From Quil's perspective, as their children go through the tumultuous adolescence that nearly destroyed him and Claire, a decision must be made. But it doesn't rest in his hands. Part of the For Her series.
well, here 'tis. read the prequels first, plz.
2. Chapter 2
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Quil was grinning as he dashed down the stairs, stood in front of us, and announced, “Julia has a boyfriend.”
Then he sat down on the couch to watch the show.
“What?” Claire said, blinking.
“What?” I demanded, shaking.
“Julia has a boyfriend!” Quil repeated for emphasis.
“Julia? Is that true?” Claire prodded.
She blushed and looked down. “Yeah.”
“You’re only fourteen!” I wailed, my arms quivering visibly now, red sparking in front of my eyes. She’s my little girl. My baby girl.
“Calm down, Quil!” Claire ordered sharply. I shoved the rage away, seeing the scene as it was once again. I still didn’t like the idea.
“She’s a child, Claire.”
“I’m almost fifteen!” she inserted angrily. We ignored her.
“How old was I?” she demanded.
I gasped and froze. That’s exactly what I’m getting at! How can she think I’d be anything less than horrified at the thought of my little girl going through that too? “That’s my point!” I exclaimed.
Claire rolled her eyes. “Not that, you idiot.” I coughed into my hand to hide the embarrassment. “I was fifteen when you told me you loved me.”
“Almost sixteen!” I offered in my defense. She glared. I sighed. “Okay. Point.”
“So cut the hypocrisy.” Claire finished reading me my lecture and turned to Julia. “So when do we meet him?”
“Uh…” she looked staggered. Maybe she’d been expecting both of us to freak like I did. I was already feeling pretty guilty about that. “Maybe tomorrow? I guess? After school, I can bring him by. Before Mom’s night shift, and Dad’s rehearsal and stuff.”
Claire grinned. “Great! I can’t wait to meet him.”
I sighed and looked at Julia. Her eyes were shining. “Sorry for freaking out. I just worry about you.”
“Yeah, I get it. Overprotective fathers, what else is new. I love you, Dad.”
“Love you too.”
She ran upstairs, and Quil followed her. I could hear her screaming at him, “Just wait till you get a girlfriend, old Quilly old buddy old pal. You’re really going to regret this!”
“Like that’ll ever happen,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Leah,” I began, turning to her, where she’s sat motionless throughout this conversation.
“Don’t start,” she snapped.
“Wasn’t going to. I was just wondering if you were free on Saturday, we’ve got an audition planned.”
I’d started up a little theatre group, the year Quil was eleven. Not that I could act, at all, but I was pretty good with the directing stuff, and I really liked making the pieces come together. We were doing A Comedy of Errors, which worked very well with all the near-identical werewolves around to take parts.
“Oh. Yeah, I guess.”
“Thanks,” I said.
I was lying.
But I forgot about that quickly enough. Claire took my hand, smiling, and stood up. I followed her. She tucked herself into my chest, and my arms went around her, pulling her in, keeping her there.
“Love you,” she whispered, and I laughed.
“Leah, get Quil and Julia out of the house,” I asked. Rose was at Emily’s, playing with her cousins.
Leah called their names and they tramped downstairs. Claire and I headed up, hand in hand. We managed to make it to the bedroom and get the door locked in case the trip to the ice cream store didn’t take long enough.