So it seems like we’ve been AWOL, huh?
Yeah.
So here’s how it goes. Girl has best friend. Girl’s best friend’s boyfriend who happens to be a shapeshifting wolf imprints on her. Wolf and girl live happily ever.
Or so the story goes.
Actually, the story goes a little more along the lines of, “what the hell? How am I going to live out a normal adult married life with hordes of shapeshifters crowding around my kitchen table and a husband who hears voices in his head?”
Yeah.
The long and short of it is that Sam and I decided to take a month or so away from all this craziness. It was time. Time to adjust to living as a married couple. Time to fix up this little house. Time to think about what our future holds. But, you know? All that time we spent talking about babies and nurseries and names seems crazy right now.
Last night we went the Clearwater’s place, for a pack gathering. It seems like they’ve grown since Sam has been away. There’s another girl, and a new boy with an imprintee, and catch this…an eagle. And so not only are they all struggling with which Alpha to accept, but then there’s me struggling with the thought that maybe I don’t want to have kids that have no choice but to grow up in this crazy life.
I mean, maybe the Cullens will leave and my kids will never have to deal with this. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. But what if they don’t? Or what if someday when I’m old and wrinkled, they come back? Do I have to see my grandkids tortured by a legend come to life?
But then there’s the pack. ‘Cause no matter what, I can’t escape from the fact that I love these crazy kids. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed them. How terrible would it be to have a passel of kids with a passel of huge uncles…and a couple of aunts…to protect and teach them the ways of their tribe?
I just don’t know anymore.
