I'm super excited to post the first chapter to Embry's Imprint Story!

If you haven't read my other story, "Unbroken: Paul's Imprint Story" yet, this story builds off of that, so I would read that one first just to make sure you understand. However, if you don't want to, just review and ask for clarification and I'll message or comment back!

I hope you all like it! The format of this story is going to start out all in Embry's POV, jumping to Lena at different ages, and then will switch to Embry and Lena's POV as she gets older; reason for that being, it would be kinda weird writing a baby's POV, lol.

Lena: 1 day old

Embry's POV

I stare down at blue eyes that are so wide and so beautiful that I can't look away. They're not bright blue- no, they're much more unique than that. They're like a combination of Paul's dark brown eyes and Scarlett's bright blue ones, creating a stunning blackish-blue eye color that is like the color of the sky at night after a storm.

She's perfect.

She's perfect and she's so tiny and little and innocent that I know that all I want and need to do is protect her from everything else that is not.

"Lena," I whisper to her, paying attention to the way that her name rolls off of my tongue, the way that it feels, sounds; the way that her long eyelashes bat up to me when I do say it.

The doctor knocks on the door and I immediately pull Lena closer to my chest. If the only thing protecting her from strangers is a thin blanket, than that is just not enough for me- even if it is the doctor that delivered her.

The doctor needs to check up on Scarlett post-birth, and after much coaxing on Scarlett's part, she convinced Paul to let me take Lena on a walk down the short hallway leading to the room while it was happening.

I look back to see Scarlett practically beaming, waving at me before I exit the room. It makes me love her even more. Surprisingly, those romantic feelings that I used to feel for Lena's mother aren't there anymore… not even a little bit. When I see her now, all I feel is a hell of a lot of respect; she literally just birthed her child, a child that means much more to her than any ordinary girl, coming from a family that beat her and neglected her, and yet she is filled with happiness when I imprint on her minutes after her birth.

I hold Lena tightly in my arms, worrying that if I let loose my grip, if even for a moment, that I could possibly hurt her in any way. I focus on keeping my arms smooth and unwavering, and rock her gently back and forth in an even pattern.

"Lena," I repeat again, peering down at her with a smile on my face. This is the first time that I have ever been alone with her, and I am taking every second that I can get. Her eyelashes bat and she suddenly yawns so adorably, I can't help but grin.

"Are you tired, Lena?" I ask her gently.

She presses her lips together a few times and makes a gurgling sound.

"Hungry?"

She just stares at me.

"I can't help you with that," I explain gently. "Sorry, kid, that's your mom's domain."

She raises her hands in the air and makes a high-pitched whimper sound. I immediately offer her my pinkie, and then her little hand wraps completely around it, or rather, halfway around it, which is about as large as her hand is in entirety.

"Lena," I say gently and stroke my fingers along her hand. Her brow furrows.

I frown. "Lennie?"

She connects her eyes with mine again and holds my gaze.

"Lennie," I repeat. "I like that better too. Quite honestly, I really like your name, but it's a little weird."

She sighs contently.

"Lennie- mhm, I like it. Perfect, like you."

I walk over towards a large window at the end of the hallway and then hold her close to my chest. I can feel my warmth radiating and warming her blanket, and I notice that she immediately begins to drift off into sleep. All I can do is stare and watch her, unwavering. She will sleep for a few minutes, wake up, and then a minute later her eyelashes will bat closed again and she will be asleep once more.

I rock her gently back and forth, which seems to help her sleep. I've never even held a baby before, yet somehow I know exactly what to do.

"Embry?" I hear a high-pitch familiar and annoying voice behind me. I turn towards the sound of voices to see Jacob, Nessie and Jared. As soon as they see me, well, us, they freeze.

"Oh my God," Jacob breathes.

"I knew it," I hear Nessie say, and then I watch as a wide smile spreads across her face.

"Hey, guys, have you seen- oh!" Kim joins the group… with Ali. My heart falls into my stomach and I suddenly feel nauseous. With my complete shock and surprise at the turn of events, I completely forgot about my girlfriend.

"Awe," Ali says, a smile spreading across her lips. My heart breaks. Ali is sweet, sweet and kind and funny and gentle, and she doesn't fucking deserve this. She walks over to me to get a look at Lena and then leans in.

"Oh wow," Ali breathes, "She's beautiful! Wow! How's Scarlett?"

I gulp, not sure what to say. Ali is the only girl I have ever dated that has actually liked Scarlett. Until Lena, it was pretty evident to every one of them that I thought I was in love with her, but Ali didn't feel the same way. She believed me when I said that there were feelings there, but nothing would ever come of it. She believed me when I said that my romantic feelings were for her. She believed me when I said that I would always be honest with her, and when I said that I wouldn't hurt her. Hell, she because friends with Scarlett because she knows how close we are.

I suddenly feel like crying.

Lena stirs in my arms, and I am drawn back to her and her needs in entirety, nearly forgetting about how terrible I feel because Lena needs me. She is obviously uncomfortable, and her once relaxed expression is now worried as she lets out a soft, single cry.

"Shhh," I rock her back and forth again, which seems to do the trick.

"Oh," Ali coos. "How sweet. Can I hold her?"

I have no idea what to say.

"I- Ugh- I need to get her back to Paul and Scarlett," I mumble.

"Oh, okay!" Ali smiles. "I'll come!"

I nod my head.

I try not to look at my friend's faces as we pass by. I have no idea what to say, and the longer that Ali stays in the dark, the more I feel like I am completely humiliating her, though that is the last thing in the entire world that I would ever want.

I open the door leading into Scarlett's room to find Scarlett in the same place that I left her, with Paul sitting on the side of the bed, kissing her.

I clear my throat to get their attention, which seems to do the trick.

"Yay!" Scarlett says before she notices Ali behind me. "You brought her back! My tur-," She practically stops mid-sentence as her eyes widen in shock when she notices Ali. "Oh my God," She breathes.

That makes two of us.

"Scarlett!" Ali squeaks. "Congratulations! She is beautiful. Seriously beautiful! I don't think I've ever seen a prettier baby!"

Scarlett looks like she is about to cry. She opens her mouth to say something but then closes it again. She does this a few more times before Ali finally seems to take the hint that something is going on and then looks at me in confusion.

"Oh Ali," Scarlett finally breathes, tears forming in her eyes.

I sigh and begrudgingly hold Lena out to Paul, who immediately takes her and holds her tightly to him. It is a little easier knowing that I am handing her off to Paul, which is the only other male in the world I would ever trust to hold her and keep her safe besides myself.

"Let's go on a walk, Al," I reach for her hand.

"Ugh, okay," She answers uneasily.

Paul and Scarlett look away as I pull her out of the room. We were all so caught up in the happiness of the moment, that it appears we all forgot about the sad truth of the situation; someone that we all love, is about to really be hurt by this.

"Embry, what's going on?" Ali asks worriedly as soon as we exit the room.

I don't respond. I have no idea what to say.

"Is everything okay with the baby?"

I nod my head. "Lena's fine," I respond flatly, feeling terrible for even saying her name. I know it's crazy, because I have no control over it, and Lena is just a baby, but I can't help but feel like I cheated on her.

"Oh, that's different. Pretty though."

I blink and hold my eyes closed for a second longer than usual.

I lead us to a small bench in an empty area in the hospital and then we both sit down. I pull Ali's hand into my lap and run my fingers along the top of it. How the fuck do I do this? Thirty minutes ago I was considering proposing to her. But… Lena. Lena is everything now. But I can't hurt Ali.

"Are you okay?" She asks gently. I peer up to see her light brown eyes scrunched in concern. It only makes it worse.

"I'm okay, Al. I-I-I'm sorry."

She appears confused. "You're sorry?"

I nod my head sadly.

"I'm confused."

"I-I," I shake my head, completely at a loss. "I don't know how to-, I- I can't hurt you."

Ali appears taken aback. "Wh-what?" She stammers.

"Ali I-," I struggle to say the words that she would understand. Fuck. Fuck. I even told her about the truth of the tribe. I told her everything. That is how sure I was that she was it. "Lena…" I let the word trail off, and then I watch the worst sight of my entire life, as she realizes what is going on.

"Oh," Her face falls. I feel as though I literally see her heart break before my eyes.

"You- you- with… Lena?"

I nod my head regretfully. I am feeling a thousand different conflicting emotions in this moment; half of me is ecstatic. I love Lena so much and I don't even know her. I know that my entire life is changed and I am better now and she is the most perfect human being I have ever seen… but I hate, I fucking hate hurting Ali- Ali, a girl who I promised I would never do this to.

"Oh," Ali repeats, breaking eye contact to look down towards her lap. "Oh."

I close my eyes for a moment. "Al, I- I'm so sorry. I didn't know. It just… happened."

She flinches and then suddenly pulls her hand back like she touched something hot.

"I'm sorry," She whispers, clasping her hands in her lap.

"Please don't be sorry," I lean towards her and lower my voice. "Please, Al. I am begging you. You did nothing wrong. I am sorry. I am so, so, so sorry, Al. You don't deserve this. I- I don't know what to say but I swear to you I never wanted to hurt you."

Ali is still looking at her lap, though she is nodding her head now. I can tell that she is trying not to cry, because she always twiddles with her fingers when she is attempting to hold it in.

Silence hangs in the air between us. I keep wanting to speak, but I honestly don't know if it will make it worse and don't want to risk it, so I just stay quiet.

"Well, I'm… happy for you," Her voice breaks and I feel like the biggest asshole in the world.

"Please. You don't have to. Ali I can't- I can't control it. I never thought this was going to happen; I thought it was you."

"Please don't," Ali finally looks up. She looks, broken. I've never seen her look like this before. Ali is like a breath of fresh air. Hell, she's a pre-school teacher for crying out loud. She's everything happy and sweet, and I just did this to her. "Just… don't. I- I think I need to leave."

"No, Al. Please don't. You don't have to go."

"I think I need to go," She nods her head.

I debate with myself for a moment before I decide that I can touch her. I reach out and place her light brown hair behind her ear. She frowns and stands up.

"I'll get my stuff out today."

"You really don't have to do that," I stand up.

"No I really- I do. I just, I think I need to leave."

"Where are you going to go?" I ask.

"My parents probably," She shrugs. She won't look at me. I feel awful.

"Ali, just- just take your time, okay? I can stay at Scarlett's. with-,"

She flinches again.

"I'm sorry, I repeat, not really knowing what to say.

She nods her head. "It's not your fault," She whispers.

And then she's gone.

It takes time to compose myself enough before I return to Lena. I love Lena; I only just met her, and yet I feel it stronger than any emotion I have ever felt in my entire life, but I loved Ali too; maybe I didn't love her as much, or in the same way, but only an hour ago I thought she was the rest of my life. It's a lot of conflicting emotions in a short time span.

When I re-enter the hospital room, Scarlett is holding Lena, and almost immediately as we make eye contact, I can tell that she feels terrible.

"I am so sorry, Embry," Scarlett actually begins to tear up.

"For what," I clear my throat. "You created my world."

Scarlett bites the inside of her cheek. "Still," She whispers.

I notice Paul rubbing her shoulder, and for the first time ever, I don't get a longing for that to be me. I realize now that I must have loved Scarlett for what she was going to give me.

"I feel like I continuously ruin your life," She frowns.

"Now you're just being dramatic," I sigh and stare at sleeping Lena in Scarlett's arms. Even being near her again has already affected my mood.

Scarlett gives me a patronizing expression. "I think every single one of your relationships has ended because of me."

Paul laughs loudly, startling Lena as she begins to cry. I lean forward on instinct, though Paul does the same. He shoots me a pointed expression and then reaches for her.

"Oh let Embry hold her," Scarlett brushes Paul's hands away. "It will make him feel better."

Paul scoffs. "My daughter will not be used as a mood-stabilizer for Embry Call."

We both roll our eyes.

Scarlett hands me little Lena, who is still crying, and I immediately begin rocking her. Quickly, her cries subside and she is staring at me again, although this time she seems to find something intriguing about me, because she refuses to look away.

"Those eyes," I speak aloud.

"They're incredible," Scarlett beams. "Prettier than mine."

"Not possible," Paul disagrees, though we all know it is true.

"I've never seen eyes this color before," I continue. "They're almost, navy."

"She has your hair," Paul reaches out and strokes the tiny wisps of blonde covering her head.

"Poor thing," Scarlett laughs. "I wonder if she'll have my boobs, too."

"Scarlett!" Paul scolds. "I am already freaked out enough by this bullshit! I don't need you saying that kind of stuff with him holding her!"

"I'm kidding," Scarlett giggles.

I merely roll my eyes. The thought of Lena with boobs is weird and uncomfortable; she's just a baby.

"Hopefully she doesn't inherit your sense of humor," Paul mumbles.

"Or your tendency for high school sexual experimentation," Scarlett counters.

"Scarlett," Paul actually appears pained. "Please. Stop."

She giggles but then rests her head against his shoulder and whispers a "sorry." He kisses the side of her head and then begins rubbing her shoulder with his palm.

I look back down at Lena, still staring at me, to catch her batting her eyelashes, fighting sleep. "Sleep, Lennie," I tell her quietly.

"Lennie?" Scarlett gasps. "Ew! That's awful!"

"Shhh," I ignore her and sit back in my seat, offering my pinkie to Lena again.

Scarlett scoffs. "Do not shush me, you arrogant ass!"

I roll my eyes. "Paul, control your woman."

"If you weren't holding my kid I'd hit you," is Paul's response.

I chuckle. "You know what, Princess?" I look up at Scarlett.

"What?" She raises her eyebrows at me.

"I found a way into your family after all."

Scarlett's challenging expression falls and then she smiles a small, genuine, beautiful smile that makes me feel like a whole person again. "You're like the brother I never wanted."

I laugh. "I'll take that as a complement."

"Good, because it was intended as one," She sighs.

Lena wakes up and starts fussing once more. "Shhh," I rock her and try to calm her down. "Don't cry, Lennie," I tell her gently.

"She's probably hungry," Scarlett sits up. "Let me have her."

It actually takes me a few seconds to force my muscles to give her back to her mother. Scarlett looks uncomfortably from Lena and then to her chest. "How the hell do I do that?"

Paul and I both look at each other and then shrug.

"Didn't you figure that out during your five months of bed-rest?" I ask.

"Well, yeah," Scarlett rolls her eyes. "But it's different now that I actually need to do it. Like, how do I even- what- Ugh! Embry, just, turn around."

"Here," Paul reaches for Lena and then I turn and hear shuffling in the background.

"Alright, you're good Emb," I hear Scarlett say after a moment.

I turn and am sad to see that Lena is hidden now, her entire, little body hidden underneath a blanket that Paul is making sure stays up, covering Lena and Scarlett's chest at the same time.

I stare at Scarlett's concentrating face for a moment before I just have to ask. "Alright, you've got to tell me how the hell that feels."

Scarlett laughs gently and then immediately stops. "Oh," Her eyes widen. "Definitely not a fan of laughing during… it."

"Is it hurting you?" Paul asks gently as he pulls her hair behind her shoulder.

"No," Scarlett giggles. "It's fine. Can we please stop talking about my breast-feeding." Her face reddens to a tomato before my very eyes.

I stifle a laugh. She just gave birth to my most important person in the universe, I guess I can let that go without making fun of her.

Wow. This is the last thing I ever expected to happen when I woke up late, hopped in the shower and drove over to see Scarlett and Paul's "little alien."

Everything's different now. Everything.

I hope you all liked it! This first chapter was short with not a lot of interaction, but next chapter I'll just to when she's a little older and can at least speak!

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