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Adore Her

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.

4. Chapter 4

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“Oh.” She nodded. “I get it. We… we don’t decide, now. Leah does.”

“You seem to be accepting that.”

“Well, it was harder when he was three days old, Quil. He’s sixteen now, I’ve gotten used to the idea that he’s growing up.”

I sighed and paused for a moment. Then I said, “Claire, it’s bizarre that I’m fourteen years older than you and you’re still so much more mature than I am.”

She laughed. “I’m a girl. I’m infinitely more mature than you.” She leaned over and kissed the top of my nose. “Plus, I don’t have cooties.”

She jumped out of the bed, grabbing the discarded clothes we’d left on the foot of the bed. I watched her dress and then stand, pausing to wave at me before leaving the room.

I paused for a moment of reflection. I had that audition in four days. I was hoping I could get Embry and Paul to play the two Antipholuses, and have Jared’s twins do the parts of the servants, Dromio and Dromio. If Leah showed up (she probably wouldn’t—she was pretty pissed at me right now), she’d make a good Luciana- the shrewish unmarried sister-in-law.

I nodded. I could definitely pull it off.

Then I turned to more personal musings. My son was sixteen. He was almost a grown man.

Thank God, he’d never phased. We didn’t expect he would, at this point, but then again I’d been seventeen when I’d turned. Sam was twenty. There was always the chance… we’d always have to worry about that.

But that didn’t change the fact that Leah needed to do something. I wasn’t about to watch her loose her second chance because she was afraid. Leah wasn’t usually afraid of anything, but she’d spent forty years trying to stop anyone and everyone from coming too close to her heart.

The last time she’d trusted someone, it had been Sam. He’d done such a good job with that. The first time she’d trusted someone, it had been Emily. Again with the commendation.

Her father, too, was supposed to be there for her through the heartbreak, but he was too busy being dead. Not that it was his fault, obviously, but it just sucked for Leah a little more.

Nobody wanted to see that happen to her again. She’d lost everything once. It wasn’t fair that she’d give it up a second time, not when she had a chance.

I stood up, stretching. I needed to talk to Quil. Maybe this evening, when he and I went out driving—I was teaching him how to, but Leah got to buy the car, was our deal—I’d broach the topic of girls.

It’d embarrass him, sure, but who cared? A little abject humiliation never hurt anyone. Besides, when I was his age I’d imprinted on a two year old. If I could deal with near-strangers asking me what my intentions toward a toddler were, he could handle an innocuous chat with his own father.

I grinned and started downstairs.