Tricky Raven’s Weekly Fanfiction Flash Fic Challenge
Week of March 8 – 15, 2015 prompt #10
Rating: T (bit of language)
Word Count: 527
Prompt: “You are absolutely, completely, unequivocally detestable.”
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~^~ Perfect for Each Other ~^~
From the northern tip of the beach, Jacob watched the pair farther down. The brisk breeze and crashing waves muffled their words, but he didn’t need to hear them to know they were arguing.
Paul halted beside him, planting his feet in the sand. “Assholes,” he grumbled.
Embry joined them, folding his arms over his chest. “Idiots.”
The wind ceased for a moment and they heard Bella’s irate “Oh, yeah?” as she reached up to poke Quil in the chest.
Sam caught up as the wind gusted again. He gestured forward, a long-suffering sigh escaping him. “Guess we should head on down.”
Paul snatched up a piece of driftwood and sent it zipping over the choppy waves. “What the hell is up with them?”
“Foreplay.” Embry nodded wisely, pursing his lips.
Paul threw his hands up in frustration. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Sam gave Paul a scornful look. “Quil imprinted on Claire, and you know how most everyone who isn’t pack feels about it.”
“Well, it is kinda weird,” Paul mumbled. “A guy his age? Hanging out with a kid that’s practically a baby?”
Embry shrugged. “We all know she needs a—”
“A stable home,” Sam tossed out. “Since she doesn’t, she needs somebody she can count on—somebody to love her no matter what.”
“Who better to love her than Bella?” Jacob asked. “She loves everybody no matter who, or what, they are.”
Jared jogged up to them and clapped Paul on the shoulder. “Quil’s a what, all right,” he said with a chuckle. “Quil imprinted on Bella so Claire could get all the love she needs. Simple.”
“I don’t know,” Paul said warily. “This double-imprint shit—” His hands jerked up and he backed away from his pack-mates. “That’s … that’s just bullshit.”
“Don’t be stupid.” Jacob dodged Paul’s fist and started off toward the bickering couple again. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I don’t think it’s a double imprint exactly. I think Claire drew what she needed to her. They all need each other.”
Embry scuffed through the dry sand. “The spirits brought Bella to her the only way they could.”
“Quil needed Claire to calm him down?” Sam murmured thoughtfully.
“To become what Bella needed,” Jacob explained.
As the young men drew closer, Bella suddenly stomped her foot, crossed her arms, and spun away from Quil, her hair flying. “You are absolutely, completely, unequivocally detestable!”
“Oh, yeah?” Quil’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Well, you’re … you’re a—”
“A doo-doo head!” A high-pitched voiced giggled.
Chubby legs churning, Clair went hurtling from the blankets laid out above the high-tide line.
In a flash, Bella reached her with a radiant smile and arms outstretched. “I am not a doo-doo head, missy!”
She swept the toddler up into her arms, planting kisses all over her face. Quil gathered them into his arms and blew unbelievably loud, juicy raspberries on their cheeks, making them both squeal in protest.
A hint of amusement on his face, Paul groused, “If you ask me, they’re all doo-doo heads.”
Embry grinned and jabbed Paul with his elbow. “See? Perfect for each other.”