"We wolves have imprints and it's kind of hard to explain. When a wolf imprints it's not like love at first sight, it feels like gravity shifts and it is no longer holding you to the earth, she is. She is your reason for being. You will be whatever...
It's been a little under a month since Bella's wedding. Evangeline and her aunt have fit in wonderfully with the rest of the pack. Josette bought a small cottage a few houses down from Billy so the imprint pair could remain close. The pack has been enjoying the break in vampire activity. The boys still run patrols but they are less frequent and less stressful. Of course, with all the free time the boys just want Emily and me to cook for them. Just about every day someone is running to the grocery store for more food.
I had been staying with Mom for the past few days. She claimed that she missed me and that we never spent any time together anymore. I could easily tell she was hiding something from me but I let her keep her secret. To be honest it was rather nice to take a small break from the pack and it was nice to talk about something other than issues with the Cullens and patrol schedules.
I walked downstairs one morning and found Mom humming in the kitchen as she made breakfast. "Good morning, Mom," I said, startling her.
"Oh!" She jumped. "You startled me," she said waving a spatula at me.
"Sorry, wasn't my intention. Whatcha makin'?"
"French toast and a fruit salad. Do you mind cutting up the fruit?"
"Not at all." I grabbed a paring knife from the block and sat at the counter with a variety of fruits and a cutting board in front of me. After washing my hands I started on my assigned job watching Mom sway back and forth, humming to a tune in her head.
"Is everything okay?" I asked after a few minutes of semi-silence.
"Everything's fine. Why do you ask?" She questioned not meeting my eyes.
"It's just been a while since you sang in the kitchen. How did your tests go?"
"Everything's clearing up right on schedule."
"That's good."
After breakfast was ready we ate in silence. Mom read the paper and I looked at items for the nursery, as well as other essentials. Since Mom cooked I offered to do the dishes but she just shooed me back to the table. Instead, I sat at the peninsula and showed her some more things that I had been thinking of for the baby. She kept telling me not to worry since I was barely showing but I wanted to get an idea so Sam and I weren't floundering when the baby came.
"So what do you want to do today?" I asked as she put the last dish in the dishwasher.
"Up to you, dear," Mom said, turning to look at me. "I was thinking I might go visit Josette. She promised to teach me some new recipes."
I nodded along to what she was saying. "I think that sounds like a good idea. Do you think you'll need a taste tester?"
"If that's a subtle hint that you want to join, you are more than welcome."
"Thanks, Mom. What time do you want to head over?"
"How about now?"
I looked at our outfits and said, "maybe we should get dressed first."
She looked down at what she was wearing and laughed. "Maybe we should."
We both went upstairs and to our separate rooms. I traded my pajamas for a pair of black yoga pants, a white button-up, and a deep burgundy scarf. I threw on a pair of brown boots and threw my hair up in a messy bun. Before I left the room I grabbed my phone and wallet and met Mom downstairs.
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