Forbidden Imprint [Book 5] ✔️

30 • Epilogue

EPILOGUE: Why Baptisms Are Worse Than Wolf Weddings

One Year Later

EMBRY'S POV

"Becks," I called out. "Can you help me with my tie?"

"Sure, let me see," Rebecca said, coming up to me in our living room to straighten my tie with one hand while holding our 3-month-old daughter with her other.

Magdalen Sarah had entered the world weighing a healthy 7 lbs 2 oz. Everything in the pregnancy had gone smoothly and both mother and daughter had made it through fine. I had taken one look at my Maggie, and she instantly became daddy's little girl. While Luke looked like his mother, our daughter was an interesting blend of both of us. She had Rebecca's wide eyes, and my hair coloring along with a feminine version of my jaw and mouth.

"You look really good," Rebecca told me, before looking at Maggie. "Doesn't daddy look handsome?"

Maggie cooed before blowing bubbles of spit at me. Rebecca laughed and kissed the side of her head before handing her to me.

"Can you take her while I finish getting ready?" Rebecca asked.

"Sure," I replied, grabbing our daughter and giving Rebecca a light kiss on the lips at the same time.

Rebecca's heart sped up slightly causing me to smile in return. With another quick kiss, she headed upstairs to get dressed. Today was Maggie's baptism. A lot of my pack brothers were going to be there so it also felt like a family reunion. Leah and her family were even coming to town. I wasn't worried about any of the pack imprinting on my daughter as everyone had already met her.

I sat down in a rocking chair and stared at my daughter. She looked at me for a moment, before yawning and closing her eyes. How life had changed for all of us in the past year.

I had transferred to the clinic in Forks so that I could be closer to the Rez. Rebecca and I now owed a nice house not that far from Billy's home. My life was everything I had ever hoped it would be. I only wish the same fortune could have been showered on the rest of my wolf brothers.

The past year hadn't been an easy one for the Quileute pack. We had been through the very best in our history...and the very worst. New imprints were forged; other imprints were rejected. We welcomed new births. And we greeted death. It had been a hell of a year. Just thinking about everything made me bring Maggie closer to me, grateful for what I had. We weren't the same pack that we had once been. We were damaged, but we weren't defeated.

"Dad, can you fix this for me?" Luke came up to me and handed me a toy that kept falling apart.

"Tell you what," I said as I looked at the toy. "Why don't we take it down to Quil's shop tomorrow and see if he can solder it back together?"

"Okay," Luke said, kissing Maggie on the head.

"You need to get changed," I told him, eyeing the Spiderman pajamas he was still wearing.

"Sure, sure," Luke said, smiling impishly at me before heading up the stairs.

I shook my head with a grin on my face. My heart still leapt every time Luke called me "Dad." It hadn't happened overnight. For awhile he switched between calling me by my given name and calling me his father. It had been a bumpy transition, but Luke eventually adjusted.

He still kept in touch with Ian. They were close and I didn't try to interfere with that. But Luke was now a Call. We legally had his named changed a few months ago with Ian's blessing. It helped solidify our family.