As soon as he looked into her grey orbs he knew she was the one, but what happens when the girl he used to be obsessed with suddenly realises what she's missing by letting him go
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Brooke was heavily baking with Emily as the pack brothers slouched around Sam's house, her Jacob on patrol with Seth meaning that she was taking the time to help out Emily with making some food for the bonfire they were having later on. She couldn't wait.
It had been Quil's bright idea to simply bring all the food around Sam's and Emily's to have it cooked for them so they didn't have to bother with the effort; the cheeky little bugger arranging it behind their backs and so because they knew it, it was too late for them to say no. She had wanted nothing more than to slap him upside the head, especially when he spoke smugly about her not seeing his so-called 'smart' idea.
Shaking her head she puffed out a breath of air, drying her hands on the apron she had borrowed from Emily before she opened the over and the smell of roasted chicken filtered into the kitchen.
"Mm, what smells so good?" Sam asked as he entered the room, instantly heading over to Emily as he greeted her with a peck on the lips.
"Embry's chicken" Brooke replied with a smug look, hearing Embry whoop from the living room. They had all noticed how the previously shy member of the pack was finally becoming more confident; they had a feeling it was Brookes doing.
"It smells good" Leah smiled as she walked into the kitchen, it still shocking the pack with how she wasn't as bitchy anymore.
"Hey le-le" Brooke instantly greeted her best girlfriend, Leah pulling her into a hug that left her squirming from lack of breathe.
"So, what's happening?" Leah asked curiously, taking note of all the food as Emily was busy with mixing something that smelled more than a little sweet to her delicate sense of smell.
"Quil's bright idea" Brooke huffed before heading back to her tray of roasted chicken, grabbing a sharp knife from the side counter before caving it with a skill that Leah couldn't help but be impressed with. "The idiot thought it would be a clever idea to leave all the cooking to the last minute!" she growled out, all of the wolves laughing at how she resembled an angry kitten though none of them were stupid enough to mention it.
She had the food.
"Hey!" Quil called from the living room, he went ignored however.
"So, can I help?" Leah asked, instantly having everyone protest. It was a known fact that Leah couldn't cook for her life. "Fine!"
It didn't take long for Brooke to have the chicken Embry brought seasoned and cut, her fingers working effortlessly as she lightly fried the edges before dicing the chicken and adding it to a dish she already had on the stove.
