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.
3. Chapter 3
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She was resting in my arms. We’d pulled on enough clothes that the kids wouldn’t be scandalized and horrified if they came in the room unexpectedly, since they were old enough to understand by now.
I watched Claire close her eyes, felt the sigh of her breath on my neck. My heart swelled so full it hurt. After all this time, so many years of this perfect, excessive bliss, I still could be overwhelmed by moments like this. When I held her, when she and I were alone and just touching like this, peaceful, quiet, when I knew she felt safe, I was so incredibly happy that it made me want to burst.
I told her that. “This is too much, you know. Too wonderful. I don’t know how I’m expected to stand loving you this much.”
She mumbled something that sounded like, “You’re an idiot,” and pulled herself upright. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and then smiled a little bit. “But, as I think I’ve mentioned before, I love you anyway.”
“Still good to hear,” I whispered, low in my throat, and kissed her jaw, just below her ear.
“Um. Don’t do that. The kids are coming home soon, and we don’t have time…”
“All right,” I agreed. There was a limit to how much I could take in one day anyway. Being with Claire could be very emotionally overwhelming. I loved her so much that something as intimate as that could be too much.
I moved my mouth from her face, rubbing circles on her cheek with my hand instead.
“Quil,” she murmured.
She laughed and said only, “Love you too.”
“Claire…” I sat up, so we were side by side in the bed, facing each other, “What are we going to do about Leah?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” I sighed. It was hard to explain for someone who hadn’t been there. But then again, she’d been right beside me through it all, so she could probably understand most of it. “He’s her imprint, Claire. It… it just eclipses everything else. Erases it. She can’t care about anything but him, can’t love anyone but him. And if she doesn’t tell him… they’re going to collapse. She’s always been around but he’s been asking for years, why Leah never gets any older, and Embry and Paul and the rest of the pack… he’s been wondering. He’s going to get pissed when she doesn’t answer.”
“Why don’t you just tell him?”
“It’s a wolf thing.”
She groaned. That’s a phrase she’d probably heard more than she’d ever wanted to.
“No, really, it’s a pretty basic part of pack etiquette. You don’t mess with someone else’s imprint- it’s off-limits even for the Alpha. Sam had no problem ordering Jake to stop seeing Bella, but when I imprinted on you, and he had to give… certain orders concerning the appropriate timing for… stuff… in front of your parents, he did it in human form. It wasn’t binding. Not that I ever would have, even could have hurt you, sweetheart, but it’s… presumptuous, I guess. You’re Sam’s niece, but he knew that if someone interfered with him and Emily, one of us, it’s the kind of thing that destroys a pack. Wolfy politics. He may be our son. But… he’s the center of the world to her. We don’t have the right to get in the way of that.” I knew how devastated she’d been at the thought that she’d loose her son, someday. I hoped this wouldn’t hurt her again.