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Chapter 95

It's been five months.

Five months since me and Jacob made an offer on the old Kellmann place and we got it. It's a very price thing to do, buy a house. It took almost all of my savings and I had to take a part time job at a bookstore in Port Angeles to pay for it all. And I still didn't pay for half of the house. According to Jacob I have but I'm pretty certain that he's been lying about the price to me so he'll pay a bigger part of it than me. He can afford it, I can't. I had no idea how much Jacob had saved. It makes me wonder for how long he had been walking around with the idea of buying a house for the two of us.

Five months since Rachel Black moved back to La Push. I had been rather nervous about that because she's Jacob's sister, his family. Sure I've somehow managed to get Billy to like me but he had no other choice. His son imprinted on me! Rachel however didn't know anything about the shape-shifters and imprints and vampires. I had to make her like me all by myself. I'm still not sure if I failed or succeeded. She doesn't hate me, if that's worth something. According to Jacob, she does like me but he believes everyone should adore me so I'm not sure if what he says is reliable.

Whether Rachel Black likes me or not, I certainly like the girl, or woman. She's not the female version of Jacob at all. She has a pleasant smile as well but seems to be more careful about who she gives her smiles. She's a lot more serious than he is and I'm not saying he's never serious but Rachel kind of always caries this mature and wise expression on her face. It makes me wonder if she really is only 24 years old.

But seeing how different Rachel is from the man she is related to, just makes me realise how truly special my Jacob is.

Five months since Paul Lahote imprinted on Rachel Black. You should have seen his face when he told Sam what happened. I wish I had been there to witness it. According to Emily it was a very amusing sight though she felt kind of bad for him when she noticed how panicky it all made him.

He crossed paths with her at the supermarket, a place that I do not associate well with Paul Lahote but apparently I has gotten a good meaning for him now. Good for him, or not. Depends on how you look at it.

It took him four days to get his head out of the gutter and try to meet her again. I'm glad imprinting hasn't made him a wimp the way it obviously has for Embry. He's still a bad-ass, dirty-mouthed, arrogant vampire-killing shape-shifter. But now he's a bad-ass, dirty-mouthed, arrogant vampire-killing shape-shifter in love.

And the best part of it all? Paul imprinting on Rachel makes him Jacob's future brother-in-law. When Jacob found out, he was so fucking furious with him. I've never, well almost never, seen Jacob this angry. It was kind of scary and I actually feared for Paul's safety. But after they both phased and Jacob saw everything through Paul's eyes, he couldn't help but back off. That doesn't mean he's okay with it. He's made it very clear that he doesn't want to see Paul anywhere near his house.

They are momentarily dating and he's going to tell her the truth about the pack soon. I'm happy for him. And especially since she wasn't as reluctant to let him in her life the way we all thought Paul's imprint would be. I think they're cute together, Jacob's doesn't really agree with me on that.

Five months since Jackie and i picked up our friendship where we left off a long time ago. It's not the way it was before, I've accepted a while ago that it's never going back to that. But maybe that's not a bad thing. We've changed, we've grown up and we've both met the love of our life. You can't stay 16 forever. We've found a way to be 18 and friends though. She puts spending time with me occasionally before spending time with Embry and I do the same for her. We're making an effort, which is something we didn't do before and it makes a world of difference.

Five months since Angela gave me great insight about myself, the world and my mother.

We had been sitting in the garden of Mason's new house. It's a great house by the way. Something ideal for Angela to grow up in. She has her own bathroom which I'm sure will come in handy once she gets older. The place is a fifteen minutes drive away and Bryan makes me drive all the way a lot.

But anyway, I had been sitting with her in the yard with my dad and Mason inside, painting the living room walls. Bryan was supposed to help but he had come up with some kind of excuse to not show up. I had told Angela about the things I liked to do when I was her age when she suddenly said: 'Mommy isn't coming back, right?'

That had been what I had always feared, the reason I didn't want to be around the little girl. Because I didn't want to explain to her why exactly her mother left.

"Yes." I sighed, because I've learned some time ago that there's no use in lying to her, she sees right through it.

"Are you going to leave too?"

Her words shocked me. It made me think that in Angela's eyes I was like my mother. I didn't know if that was because I was the only female responsible figure in her life right now or if it was because she saw similarities between me and our mother that maybe I chose to be blind for.

"Why do you think I would leave?" I asked her, a little pained.

"I didn't want mommy to leave but she did. I don't want you to leave. You read me stories, much better than daddy or Bryan."

I smiled affectionately at her.

"I'm not leaving." I reassured her.

"Promise?"

She reminded me so much of myself then: not trusting people on their word, fearing that anyone she cares about can leave at any moment. She was already living my fears and I truly loathed my mother for putting the little girl through the same things I had struggled with while growing up.

"I promise you I'm not going anywhere."

She hugged me after that. Like we all know, I don't like hugs but I gladly returned hers.

She made me realise three things.

I'm not like my mother. Sure there are certain traits of character of which I just know I have them from her but I couldn't do what she did. Leave my family; dad, Bryan, Angela. Leave Jacob. I'm not longer afraid that one day, in the future, I will run from the man I love. Why? Because despite the things I have in common with my mother, there is one big difference. She never loved. I actually feel sorry for her these days because she had what most people would die for. A loving family, a devoted husband and I don't think she really realise what she had, not even when it was gone. I pity her for never feeling the amount of love I feel for the people in my life.

Life goes on. I keep on being scared to move forward because of what happened in the past, because of the mistakes the people around me made. I have to make my own. And if there is one thing I'm absolutely certain of in this life, is that Jacob is not a mistake. He is the best part of me.

Angela is my sister. Not half, but just my sister. And ever since I've realised that, I've gotten so much love from her. And I realised that I like being a role-model for her. I like it that I'm her favourite storyteller because I have a softer voice than Bryan and Mason. I like it that she always asks me if she can have a biscuit because she knows I'm in charge of the kitchen at our place. I wasn't too happy when I got stuck with the task of explaining her what the difference between boys and girls is. I do realise that I'll also be stuck with talking to her about the changes her body will go through when she hits puberty. It's something that comes automatically with being the only other girl in this disturbing but functioning family.

Five months since I've told my father I'm moving in with Jacob. He didn't have the heart attack I thought he'd have but his respect (if you can even call it that) for Jacob flew out the window once I uttered that sentence. He refused to let Jacob in our house as long as he hadn't talked the idea out of my head. And he tried very hard. But I had finally made up my mind about it and nothing my dad said or did could change it back.

When I told him me and Jacob had made an offer about a week after I told him, he nearly exploded but I'm a legal adult and there's nothing he can do about it. He has refused to come see the house though. Even Mason already saw it, said it was a good deal we made and that he finally understood why Jacob hadn't wanted him to make an offer on the house. Bryan was already making plans about moving in to my room and I don't know if Angela truly understand what it'll mean when I move out. Not that I won't see my family anymore, but I'll definitely see less of them.

It's been five months and my dad still doesn't want to see the house. So today's the day I'm forcing him to come see it with me. Maybe he'll finally have a change of heart when he sees the place. It definitely did the trick when Jacob showed me the house. My dad thinks we're going to Forks, to go see Mason and Angela. I'll be driving and instead of going to Forks, I'm going to drive to the house. Let's just hope he won't voluntarily jump out of the car.

I quickly grabbed the keys of the counter when I saw him reach for it.

"I'll drive." I said in a rush.

"I prefer driving myself, Erin." He tried to take the keys out of my hand.

"Oh dad, you already have to drive the car every day. It's nice to be a passenger sometimes."

Before he could argue with me on this, I grabbed my jacket and I was out the door. My dad had no choice but to follow me and let me drive. I just hoped he wouldn't realise too soon that we're not going to Forks. He'll probably notice right away because the house, our house is at the other side of La Push.

"You were supposed to turn right." He sighs annoyed.

"I know." I just keep riding in the direction I wanted.

"Where are you going?" He asked me suspiciously.

"You'll see." I say because I'm afraid he'll put up a real fight when I tell him where we're going.

But eventually he figured it out because we're at this kind of lonely road and he knows where the house is.

"Turn around, Erin."

"No." I turn into the long driveway. "Just look at it once, dad, just once. And then you can tear it down verbally as much as you want to."

He looks kind of angry and annoyed right now but when I stop the car he steps out anyway.

The house has changed of course. We rebuild the small porch because it was only hanging on by a threat. Most of the work we've done so far (me, Jacob and a lot of help from the rest of the pack) is inside. We changed the old floor with a new wooden one. And we removed all the broken glass out of the windows and throw away the few things that were still in the house.

My dad walks around the house with an unreadable expression on his face and doesn't say anything.

"So? What do you think?" I ask him, a little afraid he will tear it down verbally.

"It's a house, Erin. You bought a house. You're still too young for this."

"Why should my age determine whether I'm ready for this or not?"

"This is such a big commitment. I don't think you realise that. Sometimes things like this freak you out and you'll just end up hurting yourself and the people you love."

His words really upset me.

"I'm not my mother." I say sternly.

"I wasn't just talking about her, Erin. People who make big commitments like this at an early age, regret it sooner or later."

"I won't."

"You don't know-"

"I know I won't regret it." I say. "I love Jacob and I am never going to stop feeling like this. And he loves me just as much. I've never been more certain about anything in my life, dad. And it would mean the world to me if you could just support it."

He looks at me and sighs deeply.

"You certainly have grown up this past year."

"I have." I nod.

"Fine. This may not be what I want for you but if you're certain about this, I'll respect your decision."

"Really?"

"I don't really have a choice, now do I?" He sigh but he's smiling again.

I hug my dad because I don't think he understand how much his blessing means to me. I would have hated moving in this house while my dad disapproves of it. In time I will make him see that this is not a mistake.

"Can we go to Forks now?"

"Actually, I was going to work at the house right now with Jacob but I'll come later tonight. I don't want to miss dinner."

Mason's a really good cook.

"You'll get a ride from him?" My dad asks.

I nod and he takes off. Not even two minutes later Jacob's car pulls into the driveway.

"How did you get here?" He frowns when he gets out and notices the absence of my car.

"I drove my dad here and he's gone to Forks." I smile brightly at him.

"Why are you smiling?" He asks me.

Once he stand in front of me, I throw my arms around his neck and pull myself up till I'm nose to nose with Jacob.

"Because my dad just sort of gave me his blessing." I kiss him.

"Really? I didn't think he'd come around."

"Well, of course he still wasn't too happy about it but he respects that it's my decision and this is something I want."

"How much do you want it?" He smiles back at me.

"So much I can't believe I didn't say yes the minute you asked me."

"Good answer." And he continues his mission to kiss every ounce of breath out of me. As he will continue to do so for the rest of our lives.