IN WHICH ALTHEA RETURNS HOME FOR THE WEDDING OF BELLA & EDWARD AND REALIZES THAT LA PUSH IS JUST AS WEIRD AS SHE IS.
Started: 24 November 2019
Published: 25 November 2019
Completed:
Breaking Dawn Fanfiction
Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling. —Roman Payne, The Wanderess
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"Breakfast is ready," I called over my shoulder, gently setting the last of the scrambled eggs on the table. The scent of butter, crisp bacon, cinnamon toast, and freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, warm and comforting like a blanket.
Embry stepped up behind me, wrapping an arm lazily around my waist before pressing a kiss to the side of my face. "This looks amazing," he murmured with that sleepy grin of his, his hair still damp from the shower.
"Thank you," I said, smiling as I watched him slide into his seat and pile his plate high without hesitation.
Just then, the front door slammed open.
Jacob and Quil charged in like two starving linebackers, tracking in leaves and laughter as they beelined to the table.
"Food!" Jacob barked with a grin.
"I know who Leah's baby daddy is," Quil announced dramatically as he dropped into a chair, ignoring the full plate in front of him.
My hand froze on the coffee pot. Slowly, my head turned.
"You do?" I asked, eyes narrowing.
Leah walked in right behind him, her glare sharp enough to slice bread. "You idiot," she muttered through clenched teeth, shooting daggers at Quil.
"Be quiet, Leah," Seth said, entering right behind her. "Let him talk. Who is it, Quil?"
Quil stood up like he was accepting an Oscar, arms outstretched, grin wide. "It's me."
The room exploded.
"What?!" Jacob, Seth, Embry, and I all yelled at the same time.
Embry dropped his fork with a loud clatter. Seth nearly knocked over his glass of orange juice. I had to grip the table to stop myself from falling out of my chair.
"You're joking," I managed to say, eyes wide. "You?!"
Quil looked unbothered. Proud, even. "Hey, you told her to go for it, and I happened to be conveniently available."
"Leah," Seth groaned, rubbing his temples. "Really? Him?"
"I think I'm going into shock," I muttered, half-laughing, half-horrified. "I mean—I told you to try with Jacob, not pick the guy with an imprint!"
Leah shrugged and made her way to the table, cool as a cucumber. "You said go for alpha sperm. Quil's technically third in line."
"She's not wrong," Quil said smugly as he shoved a muffin into his mouth.
Jacob shook his head. "I just—he has Claire."
"Yeah," Quil said between chews. "Doesn't mean I can't have flings."
