Astrophile (Paul Lahote)

sixty

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Carter and Paul did not spend the entire day at the Cullens’ house, letting them spend some quality family time with Bella and Renesmee. They left with a promise of returning the next day since Carter was desperate to spend some time with her new goddaughter. 

Instead, the couple parted ways, with Paul going for his patrol duty while Carter decided to head to her parents' house to gather some remaining trinkets she had left there. Her parents had given her the spare key to their house, and while Carter had been moving her stuff out of the house, her parents were moving her mother’s stuff in. 

And now, her parents were officially dating. 

Carter hummed softly as she unlocked the front door, stepping into the threshold as though she had not left at all. However, the scene in front of her begged otherwise. Her eyes widened as soon as she entered and turned towards the living room, “woah, woah! Timeout!” she yelled, covering her eyes as her parents looked up in surprise. 

Her parents were on the couch, her mom straddling her father's lap. Her shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and her hair was messed up haphazardly. 

She heard her parents shuffle away from each other awkwardly, “Shoot, kid, what are you doing here?” her dad asked, and Carter cleared her throat awkwardly, “um, I uh came to get some stuff, I-” she pointed towards the stairs and Abby sighed with a nod, “yep, you do that honey,” she muttered. 

But Carter wasn't done. A wicked grin spread across her face as she turned around slowly. “Although…”

Both parents froze. Jack narrowed his eyes. “Don’t.”

“You sure you wanna be doing all that on the couch?” she asked sweetly, waving her hand around like a game show hostess. “You know, the shared couch? People sit there. ”

Jack gave her a flat look. “You sure you wanna walk into people’s houses without knocking? Who knows what you’ll walk into next time?”

“God, Dad!” Carter gagged, clutching her chest. “Why are you trying to give me a sibling now when I'm about to be 20! You’re scarring me!”

Abigail turned to her with a smile, “Yeah? Well, honey, how do you think you were conceived?” Carter made a disgusted face at that, and Jack hummed, nodding, “Yeah, yeah. I'm pretty sure you were conceived on this very couch, if I'm not mistaken.” he nodded

“Oh my god!” Carter yelled, but her mom didn't let her express her disgust any further, “No, no, honey. It was the kitchen table! You remember, we came back from the diner had a few beers…” she reminded him, and Jack sighed, “Oh yeah! Sorry, you know, it gets a little fuzzy and you start mixing up all the places youve had se-” he cut himself off at the sight of Carter’s horrified expression. 

At the sight of her parents’ satisfied smirks, Carter let out a long-suffering hum. “Right,” she muttered. “I’m just going to…”

She gestured vaguely toward the stairs.

“Yeah, you do that!” Jack called, already plopping back down onto the couch like nothing happened.

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The entire pack had decided to have an impromptu bonfire behind Sam and Emily’s cabin, so Carter decided to grab a small blanket on her way out since it was colder than usual that night. 

Paul was already at Sam’s place, and Carter realised she was running late as her eyes fell on the clock. She has spent most of the day packing up small trinkets and knick-knacks lying around her room.