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.
9. Chapter 9
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Quil and Leah were, indeed, doing something that didn’t seem too far away from strenuously objectable. They had their clothes on, yeah, but it didn’t seem like that was going to last very long. She pulled out of his arms as soon as she heard the footsteps, though. I could see Quil’s confusion, and Claire faked a loud cough. He looked up.
“Oh. Um, hi, Mom. Dad.”
I grinned. “Hi.”
“Having a good time, kids?” Claire asked, stifling laughter.
Quil’s smile was unashamed. “Time of my life.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m really glad I don’t have to phase anymore. God knows I don’t want in on that particular memory.”
That was a considered statement. A test, in some ways. I wanted to see if he was really as comfortable with this as he seemed. I knew Claire had been bothered a bit by imprinting, but that the discomfort had faded really quickly.
Quil laughed. Just laughed. “Well, I don’t intend to stop, so you can go away now or put up with it.”
“Hey, hey, hey. I may be a nice guy, but I’m your father. And you’re my son. And you live in my house. And you’re going to wait and do this properly, or at least when I’m not in the room, because...” Sheer awkwardness. Leah was blushing. Claire was doing the fake cough again, and even my most authoritative voice had faded into a whisper by the end.
“Ugh. Why’s it always waiting?”
Claire started to laugh uproariously. “You think you know about waiting?”
“I’m not going to be old enough to move out for like… three years! And Leah’s been waiting sixteen. That’s a long time.”
The laughter grew louder and louder. “Oh, that kid has no idea what he’s talking about.”
“I know. Now, how old was I when you imprinted, Quil darling?”
“And how old was I when we got married?”
“And how many years is that?”
“And how many of those years did we date?”
“And of that decade, how many times did we do anything more than kiss?”
“So who wins?”
Grinning, I turned to face my son. “You can wait.”
Quil made some faces at me, so I became pretty serious. “Actually, I’d like to talk to you guys about this. Come sit in the living room?”
Leah and Quil followed us to the couch, where Claire and I sat. They took the opposite pair of seats.
“I want to talk to you, because… imprinting is really serious. Your sisters aren’t going to get this lecture when they start- or started- dating, because they get more than one shot at it. And you don’t. It’s the real thing, and if you screw it up you aren’t going to find someone else this perfect.”
Leah smiled encouragingly at me, a little bit of surprise in her expression.
“She’s been waiting sixty-eight years, her whole life, for this. Well, not waiting, but… without it. And that’s hard, I know for a fact that it hurts like hell to be without your imprint. Leah’s had enough pain in her life, but I know you’ll… you’ll help her. You’re a good kid, Quil.”
“But I mean it, about the sex thing. Wait a while. Don’t rush into things.” I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. “It’s a big step. And just because you know you’re going to spend the rest of your life with somebody doesn’t mean you have to get there right away.”
He rolled his eyes, but agreed. “Okay, we’ll wait.”
I stood up, clapped Leah on the shoulder. “As I recall Sam said to me when I told him Claire and I were getting married- just before he flipped out at me because the vamps were going to be there- don’t mess this up, or I’ll mess you up. Oh. And congratulations.”