"I had never met someone so...poisonous. She opens her mouth and suddenly you are dead. It's a painful death, especially for me, the person who loves her more than anyone else in this world." Embry Call imprinted on the one girl no one ever thought of. She has a boyfriend and a life that does not include him. It hurts, but she's happy so he must watch her from afar. Then, tragedy strikes and he finds himself drawn into her pain as he helps to rebuild her the heart that was broken long before he even knew her. Embry/Lauren, Nessie/Jacob (kinship) Leah/Jacob, Seth/OC Warnings: Language, Sexual content, mature themes, violence Weird Ship alert!
So...I don't know what made me think of this pairing, but I thought Embry needed love and an OC was just so cliched. Angela didn't work. She belongs with Jacob. Jessica is just way too annoying. So...Lauren.
3. Chapter 3
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I paced around the ER waiting room, praying that he would be okay, yet hoping that he wouldn't be. I felt bad about that, he had to live, for Lauren's sake.
If he was gone though...I would have every right to make a movie. No! He'd get through this. They would be a happy family that did not include me.
I don't know what made me look up, but when I did I was not surprised to see her striding into the ER her eyes wide. She hurried up to the receptionist, who was taking her own sweet time. Before I knew it, she was arguing loudly with the woman.
"The fuck I can't! He's my fiancé."
Neither of us noticed Carlisle until he was by her side. "Please, you need to relax."
She rounded on him, but her voice was softer. Another one of his...charms. Yelling at him was almost impossible.
"Will he be okay?"
"He's still in surgery."
"Why aren't you in there?"
I wondered that too. He was the best doctor here.
"I'm not his doctor," he replied. "I am sorry. Why don't you take a seat."
She shifted on her feet, her hand over her stomach, before she nodded.
Lauren saw me then and her eyes widened in shock, before her face took on a mask of outrage. She stalked over to me. "What are you doing here?" she snapped.
"Embry was there," Carlisle said.
Those eyes, if possible got even angrier and she reached out and pushed me. I didn't move, which seemed to make her even angrier. "Did you hit him?"
"No," I said. "I was running and saw the accident."
"It's true," Carlisle said. "He had nothing to do with it."
She just nodded and turned away.
Some hours later, a doctor came out into the waiting room. I knew from the look on his face that it was bad news.
Her movements were tentative as she walked over to him. I saw him mouth the words, "I'm sorry," and she dropped to the floor with a cry.
People stared at her, whispering. They knew this girl. They already thought she was unconventional, living with a man who was not her husband and having a child out of wedlock. Stupid closed minded people.
She banged her small fists on the floor as she chanted no, over and over again. I quickly moved over to her, she was going to hurt herself.
Grabbing her, I pulled her to me in an attempt to secure her arms. "Lauren," I whispered in her hair. She gasped and sobbed, finally falling into me.
"They're lying," she whispered.
I didn't answer. I was content to hold her and stroke her hair. Carlisle was watching us, making sure she wouldn't hurt herself. Ten minutes passed before she stiffened.
"Get your hands off me."
Her voice was so blank that it scared me. I didn't let go at first.
I did as she asked, but not before pulling her to her feet. She stared up at me, angry. "I don't know who you think you are, but you have no right to touch me."
That hurt. I had more right to her than that man lying dead in the hospital morgue. I felt my eyes narrowed and my face get hot with anger. "You were going to hurt yourself." Keep cool, Embry. I wasn't used to getting angry, but then again, maybe it was just her. I scowled down at her, but she didn't seem perturbed.
"I would never hurt myself," she snapped, hand flying to her stomach. I knew she wouldn't intentionally; she cared too much for that life growing inside of her.
"Throwing yourself on the ground like that wouldn't have hurt only you." Low blow, I could tell by the way she cringed away from me.
"Get out of here," she growled. "You have no right to talk to me like that. I just lost-" she broke off and began to cry again and I could not stay mad.
I didn't put my arms around her again, in fear of having her bite my head off.
"The doctors said I can't see the body. It's too gruesome. Was it?"
I didn't answer in words. My silence said it all.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
"Let me drive you home," I said softly. She didn't need to be alone.
"I don't think so," she said through her tears, ever stubborn.
"I think that might be best." I'd have to thank Carlisle some time.
She sighed and looked from me, to Carlisle and back. "Fine, but if he tries anything..." she broke off and walked quickly out of the hospital.
I followed her to her car and took the keys she handed to me. It was a small car, to small for me even with the seat pushed back all the way. I'd make the best of it though.
"Where do you live?" I asked, being careful this time to no give away that I knew anything about her.
She gave me directions and sat quietly for the rest of the trip, staring out the window. Tears were falling silently as she rubbed her belly in soothing circles.
"She's knows something's wrong," she whispered softly, showing me her rare vulnerable side.
I didn't know what to say, so I busied myself by parking the car. I got out quickly and opened her door for her. She was obviously weary because she did not protest, even when I took the house keys out of her shaking hands and unlocked her door.
"Do you want me to call someone?" I asked as I walked her in. "Your mother?"
"No. She won't come anyway."
Once again I didn't know how to answer. I knew she'd say that. I had heard the phone conversations between her and her mom. Her mother didn't like the life her daughter had chosen. Whore and slut, were the words I made out before Lauren would angrily slam the phone on the receiver. Again, that was information I shouldn't know.
"Goodbye, Embry," she said, suddenly.
I knew I was dismissed and it stung a bit. I had to remind myself that I was nothing to her, that she had no reason to want me around. She did say my name however, and that made me happy.
I nodded. "Take care of yourself, Lauren." Then I left.
That night, I took up position in her backyard, closer to the house than I ever had. I could hear her inside, talking to her baby. She cried bitterly that night.
Jacob was staring at Carlisle and I in shock.
"What luck," he muttered.
I glared at him, angry that he could feel that way. I shoved him, throwing him over the side of the couch and onto the floor.
"What the fuck!" he shouted.
"How dare you say that! She's hurting. She lost him."
"I don't care about her. Or him. I care about you. He's gone. You're not. Now do something about it."
I growled and got ready to charge at him again.
"He's right. She needs you," Carlisle said quickly.
It was my turn to stare at him. "What?"
"Isn't that what imprinting is? You're what the other person needs? She needs someone to take care of her. She doesn't know this, or she won't admit it. It will be very hard."
I swallowed. "What should I do?"
"Take her food, things to do, distract her." Esme's voice was so soft that I could barely hear her.
"You can take some of ours. We don't use it."
"Hey," Nessie and Jacob chorused.
"Don't take my peanut butter," the little girl said.
"Or the chips," added Jacob.
I rolled my eyes at them. "What do I take a pregnant woman to eat?"
"Blood?" Nessie ventured.
We all gawked at her.
"Momma drank blood..." she trailed off. "Oh wait. Never mind."
"Soup is always good. Broth soup," Carlisle said. "She's past morning sickness stage, but you don't want to make her throw up."
"I can't believe you are plotting to have me take his place."
"We're not," Edward assured me. "We're helping you take care of her. If falling in love is a side effect, well, you won't complain."
I still didn't feel right about it, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away and leave her alone. It was then, I found myself in the Cullen's kitchen with Edward as I helped him throw together a meal for me to take that afternoon.