Moonlight

35

A few months have passed. Jack and I decided to keep our relationship between Ian, Cameron, Jack, and I. For now, it's just sneaking around and keeping our relationship on the down low. Brent and my sisters are the only ones left that don't know. We've kept our relationship a secret because of how soon it happened, of course it first happened on my wedding day.

It's been a few months since we buried Garrison, the guys demanded on having a closed casket ceremony. They said it was because he was in such bad shape when he died.

"If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of Roses..." Mel softly sings. Tears stream down my face, Ian wraps his arms around me, I bury my face in Ian's chest. His chest slowly moves, warm tears hit my forearm.

"C'mon Leah, it's time to go." Brent whispers. I slowly take my engagement and wedding rings off my shaky finger and place them on his casket.

After the funeral I realized; I didn't get to see his face one last time, I didn't get to take his ring off his finger, I didn't get to touch his hair one last time, I didn't get to tell him I loved him one last time. I missed so much, I miss him, his smile, his loving nature. Nothing adds up about this. In the future, he was alive, he was the father to my children. I didn't think the future could be inaccurate. Maybe Garrison heard Mom rustling around in the leaves and innocently went to check it out. Maybe if she hadn't have been there, he wouldn't have died.

Every once in a while, I dream of Garrison, which in terms makes me depressed. However, Jack has been so supportive, he understands my pain and gives me space when needed. I've learned to control my power, as I once did. For the past week or so, I've become sick. I didn't think werewolves could get sick, but hey anything's possible. The pack is happy and everything is calm. At least for right now it is.

Jack softly strokes my arm, his body formed around mine as we lay in his king sized bed. Morning vastly approaches, the clock reads 3:30am.

"I don't like having to sneak around." Jack whispers. "We've done it for months now." I open my eyes, and turn to face him.

"Neither do I, it's just too soon to tell them we're official." I reply. My stomach growls an upsetting growl. Jack looks at me then at my stomach.

"What the hell is that?" He asks. I shrug my shoulder, my brows furrow. Let's see, I had an omelette for breakfast, a salad for lunch, a small bowl of ice cream, a couple of pickles, and for dinner we had pizza.

"Maybe the pizza doesn't agree with me? It was kind of greasy." I reply.

An unsettling feeling hits the pit of my stomach. I throw the blanket off my body, the cold air hits my warm legs. I run across the floor, and barely make it to bathroom.

I kneel on the bathroom floor, my head practically in the toilet. Luckily, Jack has the master bedroom so he has a built in bathroom. I begin to gag, I grip the porcelain frame. Jack rushes in, he pulls my hair away from my face, my entire body shakes. I take deep, stuttering breaths, thinking about how Garrison did the same thing. Tears stream down my face, my stomach is killing me. The pressure builds. Jack delicately places his hand on the top of my back, the pain begins to dissipate. I flinch at Jack's touch, it's exactly like what Garrison did. I don't miss him, I can't miss him. He's gone, I'm with Jack now. I'm happy to be with Jack, I don't miss... I don't miss... okay I miss him a little.

"Are you feeling better now?" He asks. I slowly nod, my complexion drains from my body.

"C'mon, Leah, lets get you cleaned up." He whispers. He helps me off the floor, and turns the shower on. I get undressed, my hands still shaky.