Vampires and werewolves are the norm in Forks, except nobody knows.
Aubree Jacobs doesn't know what she's in for when she moves to the town, and experiences the Quiluete tribe in their full glory. She may just find her mate, too.
Set a few years aft...
I tie my hair up as I look around the room at the mess; packing my life up again, just a year after moving here, and I seem to have acquired triple the amount of junk. This can't be normal, can it? I'm a hoarder.
Dad leans in the doorway in a dirty t-shirt and joggers; clearly he's enjoying his week off, I'm surprised he's even dressed and up. "You can leave stuff here too, baby."
I look up from where I sit on the floor and give him a smile. "I know, daddy. I still need to sort out what I need slash want to take."
"Or you could move in here with him. That is a better idea." He smirks.
"Sly dad. But no. He's spent weeks renovating his mom's house - he's so excited; Jacob said he's not thought of anything else." I smile.
He sighs. "If I didn't like Embry so much I would lock you up and never let you leave. I trust him.... just no babies."
I cringe. "Ew, and risk having a Cooper and Bailey? No thank you!"
He laughs loudly and walks off as I smile; I'm glad he's come round to the idea of me moving out. I won't be far, but I won't be there when he comes home everyday, and the boys won't have me to mother them and wash their clothes.
I sigh; I admit I will miss them. I'll miss their hugs, and their laughter. Their jokes and the way they pick on me to show they love me... but Embry and I are ready for this. We have been for the last few months.
I spend the afternoon packing boxes, music playing quietly as I focus. Nana's chair already went, along with my books and tv. Most of my clothes are gone and my photo wall has been 'transfered'.
I sigh and just climb into bed, too exhausted to care about the state of my room. Tomorrow, my life becomes my own again. And nothing, not even Dean, can stop it!
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I smile wide as we pull up at the house; the most beautiful shade of blue has been painted over the old worn wood, that used to be an off white color. The window frames no longer have dirt around them and the broken porch step has been fixed. A small bench sits on the porch.
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Em takes my hand. "What do you think?" He asks, his eyes hopeful but his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip tells me it's overshadowed by nerves.
"It's so beautiful, Embry. You and the guys did amazing." I kiss his cheek.
He blushes and grins as we head inside; the livingroom is painted white, but the couch is a blue-grey color with accent pillows. There's an old, but beautiful, rug under the coffee table and a picture of Embry and I at his graduation party hangs above the couch. The cotton drapes are hung on black iron poles, swaying gently in the spring breeze coming from the open window.
