Carlisle had prescribed anti-depressants for us all, though we didn't need them. We were slowly getting better in the weeks that turned into months after Embry.
Seth was joking again, except he'd adapted into the dirty ones Embry used to tell. Leah would use the slangs Embry would use. Miley even smiled a little while watching all of the funny moments in his memorial video.
Paul didn't phase in his sleep. Brady and Collin didn't cry for their "big brother" as much. Quil and Claire got back to joking around, though it was in the way that Emb used to bug Claire. Jared and Kim always tried cheering us up.
I stopped blaming myself. Emily baked more and more to get her mind off things.
We were getting better. We were healing each other. We were a family.
"Sam," Miley sat across from me.
"Yes?" I replied, eating the peanut butter cookies Emily had made.
"Has Paul...talked to you at all?" She sounded unsure. "He's never in La Push, he's always in Seattle."
"He has..." I trailed off. "He's looking at a few jewelry shops that I recommended."
"That you recommended? Oh, Sammy, I had no idea you loved jewelry so much." She bit back a smirk.
"Emily's birthday is coming up. He and Jared are shopping for her in Seattle."
Jared and Paul had come to me, asking me where I got Emily's ring. I told them I couldn't remember the exact store, so I'd given both boys a list of good jewelry shops in Seattle. They were both going to propose at this winter's first bonfire.
"Last I remembered, Emily's birthday was in February." She said matter-of-factly.
"He's planning something special for you. That's all I'm permitted to say and that's all I'm going to say." I told her.
"Fine, I'll just go ask Kim, or maybe Jared. Or maybe Ems will know?" She tried.
"Paul hasn't phased since before he got this idea. I'm the only one aware of what he's doing." I shot back.
She sighed in frustration. "You always were the loyal one, Sammy."
I grinned. "Isn't that written in my job description?"
"There's no written rules for you, Sam. You just need to protect us, feed us, and keep us in check." She giggled, a sound I hadn't heard since before the Renesmee incident.
"But...if you hadn't joined...there would be more food for me." I teased her, pretending to be thinking thoughtfully.
"Shut up!" She blushed and laughed.
We continued to bug each other and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly happy.
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The One
FanfictionWhat if you found the one? The one you're going to marry, have kids with, and grow old with? What if you had to protect them from the dangers of the world? What if you imprinted? That's exactly what Paul Lahote did.
