Love poems (Leah Clearwater story)

Chapter 2 ~ Home

Unexpectedly, Vivienne found herself pulled into a warm embrace by her new brother, who seemed eager to welcome her. He was tall and well-built, with a physique that hinted at athleticism or perhaps even a history with weightlifting or sports. His embrace was surprisingly gentle despite his imposing stature, and Vivienne couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in his strong arms. As they pulled apart, she studied his features—deep brown eyes filled with warmth and a smile that mirrored Tiffany's kindness. It was clear he was genuinely happy to have her join their family, and Vivienne began to feel a glimmer of hope that this new chapter in La Push might not be as daunting as she had initially thought.

"I'm Embry. It's lovely to have you here, squirt," he said with a playful grin, ruffling Vivienne's hair gently. "Or should I say, short stack?" His tone was light-hearted and welcoming, easing some of the tension Vivienne felt about meeting her new family. As they exchanged introductions, she couldn't help but smile at Embry's easygoing demeanor, realizing that maybe, just maybe, she could find a sense of belonging in this unfamiliar place after all.

Vivienne replied, "I'm not short, you know." Simon piped up with a teasing grin, "She's not short, she's fun-sized." Vivienne shot her father a look of pure anger, her brows furrowing as she crossed her arms defensively. Despite the tension, a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes at Simon's attempt to lighten the mood. Embry chuckled beside her, sensing the dynamic between father and daughter, and offered, "Hey, fun-sized isn't a bad thing, Viv." His attempt to ease the situation brought a reluctant smirk to Vivienne's lips, a sign that perhaps, with time, she could come to appreciate the playful banter in her new family.

"Let's show you your room, sweetheart, and get you away from the jokers," Tiffany said, placing her hand comfortingly on Vivienne's lower back. "Boys, grab the bags, please."

Vivienne nodded gratefully, feeling a wave of relief at Tiffany's gesture of understanding. She followed Tiffany into the house, her steps hesitant yet curious about her new living space. Embry and Simon exchanged a playful glance before grabbing the luggage, their laughter echoing behind Vivienne as she entered the warmth and unfamiliar comfort of her new home.

The room was situated near the back door, fitting for their bungalow-style home. Vivienne's eyes widened in pleasant surprise as she stepped inside—it was beautiful, with ample space that invited late-night dancing and sprawling on the floor with a good book. It was exactly what she needed.

The shelves stood bare, eagerly awaiting her collection of favorite poetry books. She imagined them lining the shelves, bringing a sense of familiarity and comfort to this new space. Her bed, adorned with crisp white bedding, took center stage against the backdrop of thyme-colored walls, creating a serene and inviting atmosphere.

As Tiffany gestured proudly around the room, Vivienne felt a rush of gratitude. This room wasn't just a place to sleep—it was a sanctuary, a haven where she could explore her passions and find solace amidst the changes in her life.

"I love it, thank you so much, Tiffany," Vivienne said sincerely, her eyes reflecting genuine appreciation as she turned to face her new stepmother. The warmth of Tiffany's welcome and the thoughtful arrangement of the room eased some of the uncertainty Vivienne had felt since arriving in La Push. It was more than just a room; it was a gesture of acceptance and care that began to settle Vivienne's heart in this new chapter of her life.

"Hey, I helped too," Embry chimed in, effortlessly carrying Vivienne's boxes while her father struggled, threatening to topple over—a sight that brought a smile to her face. "Thank you too, Embry," Vivienne replied gratefully, her appreciation extending to both her stepbrother and father for their efforts in making her feel welcome in their new home.

"We'll leave you to unpack and relax, sweetheart. That means you too, Embry," Tiffany said with a playful smile, gently nudging Embry towards the door. Embry grinned and raised his hands in mock surrender, "Alright, alright, I'm going!" He winked at Vivienne before disappearing down the hallway, leaving her with a sense of amusement and gratitude for the lightheartedness her new family brought to the adjustment period.

After unboxing a few boxes, Vivienne stumbled across an album she hadn't expected to find—a collection of memories with her ex-girlfriend. The sight of it brought back a wave of sadness, reminding her of the heartbreak that had cut deep, much like her mother's departure had years ago. She sat on the edge of the bed, emotions swirling as she traced her fingers over the photos, each one a bittersweet reminder of a chapter now closed.

Her reverie was abruptly interrupted by the door swinging open, revealing Embry with a playful grin. "Dinner time, short stack!" he announced cheerfully, unaware of the somber moment Vivienne had just experienced. She quickly wiped away a tear, mustering a smile in response to his enthusiasm. Deep down, she appreciated the distraction and the reminder that amidst the challenges of adapting to her new life, there were moments of lightness and camaraderie with her stepbrother.

Dinner was delicious, and as they all chatted about everything from hobbies to hopes for the future, Vivienne felt a sense of warmth envelop her. The atmosphere was easygoing and filled with laughter, easing the remaining knots of tension in her chest. It was during these moments that Vivienne realized she had found something she had been missing—a sense of belonging and connection that she had yearned for since her mother left.

Embry shared stories about his adventures with friends in La Push, while Simon proudly talked about his work and plans for their new home. Tiffany, with her nurturing presence, effortlessly bridged gaps in conversation and gently encouraged Vivienne to share her own thoughts and dreams. Despite the challenges and heartaches of the past, this dinner felt like a new beginning—a reaffirmation that family was not solely defined by blood, but by the bonds of love and understanding they were beginning to forge together.

As Vivienne headed towards her room after dinner, Simon and Tiffany gently reminded her about her early college schedule the next day, emphasizing the importance of getting enough sleep. Their concern was evident in their voices, mixed with a touch of parental care that Vivienne found both comforting and slightly overwhelming in its newness. She nodded with a smile, grateful for their reminders and the genuine interest they showed in her well-being.

"Of course, I'll make sure to get some rest," Vivienne assured them, pausing at her bedroom door. She appreciated their support and guidance as she navigated this new phase of her life in La Push. Closing the door behind her, she felt a sense of gratitude for the chance to start anew, both in her academic pursuits and in the nurturing environment her family provided.

She got ready for bed, feeling a mix of contentment and apprehension about the changes in her life. After tucking herself in, Vivienne lay quietly, listening to the familiar noise of rain pattering against the window. The rhythmic sound was oddly comforting, a constant reminder of home despite the unfamiliar surroundings.

As she drifted off to sleep, Vivienne reflected on the day—the warm welcome from Tiffany and Embry, the playful banter with Simon, and the delicious dinner that brought them together. Despite the lingering sadness from finding the old album earlier, she felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this new chapter in La Push could bring the healing and sense of belonging she had been searching for. With that thought, she let herself relax, letting the soothing sound of rain lull her into a peaceful sleep.