I AM SSSSSOOOOOO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU ALL WAIT THIS LONG I JUST STARTED SCHOOL AND IT HAS BEEN TOUGH.

To make it up I have written two chps. And if 10 ppl review I will post it later today.

Sam's POV

I woke up so happy this morning. Today is Emily and my anniversary, and Billy has so generously volunteered to babysit the kids for us.

As I woke up I realized that Emily was not in bed and that I smelled... bacon? Mmm... I walk downstairs and quietly enough so that im sure she couldn't hear me I sneak behind her grab her hips, and nuzzle my face in her neck caressing her gently.

"Breakfast smells delicious... and so do you," I felt her cheeks warm, "I think I'll eat you first..."

Quickly I grabbed her off her feet and turn around to head back to our bedroom when the doorbell rang.

Dammit.

I looked at Em pleadingly, begging her to just this once ignore whoever this asshole was. I didn't care to see anyone who felt the need to interrupt any moment of today, sure that ever moment would be a pleasurable one.

How wrong I had been.

Em of course insisted that I opened the door. So grudgingly I set her down and childishly stomped to the door.

When I finally opened the door what I saw surprised me. I saw Quil who I was sure knew full well of our anniversary, and Claire looking more guilty and embarrassed than I had ever seen her.

"Quil what is it? And I'm sure whatever it is can wait until tomorrow, after our anniversary. So I guess Ill see you guys later." I said very annoyed.

"Sam!" Em scolded. She was right. I was being rude.

"I'm sorry man, but I really don't think it can wait 'till tomorrow. But if it make it any better than I'd be happy to babysit another day. Any other day. Promise." Eh! He must really have a problem or better they BETTER have something very urgent or important to say or there will be hell to pay...

So we all went in the living room and sat down.

Quil started. "I told her."

I glanced at her briefly. "Ok."

Quil grabbed Claire around her shoulder and squeezed it. He looked at me...pleading? I couldn't understand his expression. It looked like he expected me to be mad. Yes, he did tell her a year early but... that's not too bad. I'm not even that surprised.

But his expression read more than that. It was as if he were asking me not to hurt him here. Not in front of her... Also not to be hard on her?

I looked at him questioningly.

"... Quil, really it's ok, im not mad."

He braced himself, positioning himself protectively around her.

" She's pregnant Sam."

There are not words to describe how I felt. Immediately I began to shake.

"Emily you should leave. Claire go get in the car, and if im not with you in ten, drive yourself home."he ordered, they both complied. "Sam calm yourself. I love her, you know that. I regret it. Im sorry. We're going to get married, and it will be ok." His voice wasn't pleading as I expected it to be. It was firm, but we both knew that he was begging just like before.

I continued to shake, unable to form words.

"Look Sam I... do what you will to me but don't hurt her. I won't let you kill me Sam not because I am afraid or that I don't deserve it, but it would kill her, and my baby." he added weakly, "And I love them both. The same way you love Emily and your kids. And I won't let you hurt them."

"HURT THEM?! She doesn't have any choices now Quil! As quickly as you decided to confess you love for, and have sex with my only niece was as quickly as her options flew out the window! She could have done so much more than just become a wife and a mother Quil! But now she can't! SHE'S SEVENTEEN!!"

"You think I don't know that?!" He said. Pain written on his face in more than way...

A sudden curiosity sparked when I realized that he was phased almost all weekend with the rest of the pack...

"Quil..." I said in a much gentler voice, "how did you manage not to think about any of this on the trip?"

This question had clearly caught him off guard. His eyes flashed quickly to mine and his face said it all.

"I-," he said trying to lie, but there was no need, I already knew the truth. I cut him off quickly. I instantly felt more sorry for him than I had ever felt for anyone. He was a better man than anyone knows.

"The baby- it's not yours."

There was no way for him to argue. I was right.

This is my favorite chp so far hope u enjoyed it!