The Break of the New moon - A Sam Uley fanfic

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Skylar's P.O.V

Since finding out we were having a boy, I had gone into full-blown planning mode.

I was constantly shopping for tiny clothes, comparing different cribs with Sam, and scrolling through baby name lists late into the night. Anytime one of us thought of a name, it got added to the ever-growing list—though, to be fair, the pack had also taken it upon themselves to contribute. Some of their suggestions were thoughtful... others, not so much.

("How about Wolverine?" Paul had suggested with a straight face. "Or, ooh—Optimus Prime!")

Leah had been over almost every other day, claiming that Sam and the boys could handle patrols while she spent time with me. We had never been closer, which still felt a little strange considering she was Sam's ex. But honestly? If there was one thing I had learned over the years, it was that our lives were far from normal.

Besides, it was nice having another woman around who didn't tiptoe around me like I was made of glass. Leah was blunt, brutally honest, and never hesitated to call me out when I started stressing over the smallest details. ("Sky, the baby doesn't care if his onesies match the nursery décor. He's gonna spit up on them either way.")

Jacob had finally returned home, but he was keeping his distance from Bella for now. Whatever had happened between them had clearly shaken him, but he was slowly settling back into pack life.

Meanwhile, Embry and his mom were in a much better place. Sam had given him the go-ahead to let her in on the pack secret, and ever since then, the tension between them had eased. The constant fights had stopped, and for the first time in a long time, Embry didn't feel like he had to choose between his family and the pack.

Seth had become a daily visitor, always stopping by to see Nikita. The two of them had grown inseparable, their bond strengthening with each passing day. I caught them sneaking cookies from the kitchen more times than I could count, but I didn't have the heart to scold them when they looked so innocent.

Kim and Rachel had also become regular fixtures in the house, dropping by as often as the pack did. It meant our home was never quiet—there was always laughter, conversation, and the occasional argument over what movie to watch or who ate the last piece of pie.

And honestly? I loved it.

Paul and had grown up in a home where silence was the norm, where love felt like something I had to fight for. But here, surrounded by my family I never had to doubt that I was loved.

The best part? My morning sickness had finally started to ease up.

I hadn't thrown up in three days, which felt like a miracle in itself. I was crossing my fingers that this meant I was finally past that stage of pregnancy. I could actually eat breakfast again without immediately regretting it. Sam had been cautiously optimistic, still insisting I take it easy, but I knew he was relieved too.

For the first time in a long time, everything felt... good.

Settled.

Happy.

The living room was warm, filled with the quiet hum of the TV playing in the background. Sam's arm draped protectively over my shoulders, his presence grounding me, while Nikita curled up against my side, her small fingers absently tracing patterns on my sleeve. The scent of popcorn lingered in the air, and for a moment, everything felt peaceful. Normal.

Then, it hit me.

A jolt—sharp, electric—coursed through my body, making me gasp. My vision tunneled, my breath catching as my surroundings blurred.