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[sam]

Inside the small, and yet comfortable home of Sam and his future wife Emily sat a fairly large and bronze skinned man: Sam Uley. He was at his couch, with a slightly sour look on his face. He wasn't really unhappy so to say, but he wasn't happy either. He'd ruined another pair of perfectly fine pants. He sat now only in a pair of boxers. He stared now at his favorite shirt, and pair of shorts. They were in ragged tatters as he held them in his hands. At least he hadn't been wearing shoes when he's phased. He had a new outfit ready to be worn, and yet he couldn't make himself put it on just yet. He knew it was a little shameless of him, but this was his home after all. Emily was somewhere... well he wasn't too sure where. He figure though that she'd gone grocery shopping or something. They often had to do that, as he did seem to eat a lot.

Sam laid back in his favorite, and obscenely large chair. The television wasn't on, and he didn't seem to have the motivation to turn it on. His hands dropped into his lap and his clothes laid there, pathetic ghosts of their former selves. He knew he was being a little dramatic, but they really had been his favorite clothes. And he hated having to ask Emily to fix them up, or even buy him new things (he did not shop). At the thought of his beautiful fiance, he couldn't help but smile. She really was something. She did so much for him, she was simply amazing. He didn't deserve her, and yet he had her. She loved him just as much as he loved her. Images of their future wedding danced behind his closed eye lids, and the man grinned foolishly. Not many people ever saw this sort of expression on Sam's face. He didn't allow it. No one but Emily ever saw this side of him.

He knew what Jared and Paul thought about him; his heart was as black as his fur. He knew what the people of La Push said about him. He was a beast of a man, cold and unkind. But his Emily knew different. She knew the kind of man that he was. She understood him, and she knew that he had to act a certain way around other people. He had to be strong, and he had to be commanding. He was the Alpha, and his pack (however small) depended upon him. He was a protector of La Push, there was no room for weakness. None of them could every understand. Sam sighed slightly and ran a hand through his slightly messy hair. He knew he needed to get it cut, and maybe he'd ask Emily to do it. She seemed to like to tease him about how much she was buttering his hair. He never cared though, whatever she did was fine with him. As long as she was happy, he would be happy.

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[Emily Young]

The rain outside was splashing against the already made puddles from the previous day. The one day she goes out with her sister in law Ami, it rains like hell. Bet the two girls did have fun, shopping at the local mall and shopping centers. But Em wanted to get home to Sam. She didn't LOVE shopping, she did enjoy it though. Emily wore an old pair of jeans, ripped at the knees and as faded as they were, they were comfortable and Emily's favorite pair of jeans. Her top was an above-the-knee dress that was filled with a green and blue floral pattern. She turned to Ami, her brother's wife, and asked if they could go back to her house, Ami nodded and said she couldn't come into the house, as David would be waiting for her. So Ami dropped Emily off at the little cottage that she shared with Sam.

She took the bags from the backseat of the car, then walked into the open kitchen that was lead off from the short hallway. Sam wasn't in the kitchen so she thought he'd be in either the living room or in the bedroom. She checked the living room first and, of course, he was there, in his huge, oversized, cushioned chair, TV off and eyes closed. Napping? he didn't have patrol last night. her eyes flickered to the shreds of clothing that lay in his hands. "Sam, are you okay?" she asked when she was sure he was not sleeping.

Emily knelt at his right side, taking his extremely hot hand in her small warm one. She looked at the shreds again, "Is that what your upset about?" she asked lightly taking the clothing from his hands as she got up from the kneeling place and sat on his lap, placing the strips on her own lap. She looked at Sam sympathetically, ”It isn’t your fault,” she comforted him, starting to play with his hair, it was beginning to get longer. ”You can’t help it, and, Sam, really, we can buy more, its not like that was your only pair of clothing,” she comforted again, remembering the shopping bags that she dropped on the counter in the kitchen.

Smiling, Emily got up from her place again, heading into the kitchen to get the bag of clothes she had bought him. ”I guess it was lucky that Ami and I went shopping for you men,” Emily giggled, handing Sam the Macy’s Men’s Department bag.

Emily knew there was jeans and a cotton shirt and a few cotton t-shirts in the bag, she wanted to get things that she knew that Sam would wear, things that were easy to get on and off so he could phase without ruining clothes. She smiled hoping the new clothing would pick up his mood a little. Waiting for his reaction, she took her seat on his lap again and put the Macy’s bag on her lap as she reached in and pulled out the clothing. She turned her attention to Sam’s face waiting for his reaction.

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[sam]

Sam was still laying with his eyes closed he he heard someone moving inside their home. The doors weren't ever locked here, so at first he wasn't sure who it might be. He heard some shuffling around inside the kitchen, and was pleased when he realized who it was. As she got closer he could smell the sweet, and subtle scent of her perfume. It was his Emily. His eyes opened and he couldn't stop the small smile that lit his face when he saw her. He gave a nod of his head in reply to her question, she was cute when she was concerned. Emily moved close to him and took his considerably larger hand into her own. He lightly squeezed her soft hand, "Yea, sweetheart," he admitted. He was a bit upset about the clothes, but now that she was here the problem seemed so much less... important.

She moved to sit herself on his lap, and he was once again struck by how well she fit with him. It was as if they had been made for one another. It was hard to explain, but he didn't have to. She understood. Emily was who he'd imprinted on, in other words, she was his soul mate. They literally had been made for one another. He simply loved everything about her. He lifted one of his hands and ran it through his hair, "I guess I can't help it, but I hate having to make you shop all the time for me," he admitted. They really didn't have the money to spend tons and tons of money on clothes. every now and then, they could get things like that. They weren't desperate for money or anything.

He couldn't help but smile when she got up to show him the bag full of clothes that she'd gotten for him. She really was so sweet, she thought of him constantly. He took the bag, but moved it again when she sat herself back down in his lap. He wrapped on of his arms around her back, and the other remained on top of the bag that sat in her lap. He leaned in and pressed a small kiss above her brow. "Thank you, Emily," he said before moving in again and pressing another sweet kiss to her lips. When he pulled back he looked down into the bag. He reached into the bag and took out a pair of jeans, a few tee-shirts. The material of the shirts were soft, and the jeans were pretty light weight.

He was more than glad that she'd done this, he obviously needed it. He realized he was sitting here half naked (he was after all, still holding what was left of his outfit), and that it would be best to change into the new clothes. "Thank you," he said again before shifting in the seat and letting his thickly muscled arms gently pull her into a hug. He kissed her cheek before pulling back and speaking again, "Should I try it on?" he asked her, his small smile still firmly in place. It was funny, that smile belonged solely to Emily. When he smiled, it wasn't often around anyone but her. She just seemed to bring that side of him out- the softer, and kinder side, simply belonged to her.

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[Emily Young]

Emily smiled against his lips after he thanked her. She loved to see Sam like this; kind, sweet, caring, as well as him just being himself. He was best as himself, and Emily loved it when he was himself; she was one of the only people who actually got to see the real Samuel Uley. The Sam that is in front of her is the Sam she loves, the Sam she knows. His hair really was becoming long. She felt Sam’s warm-nay extremely hot- hands around her waist; they were like puzzle pieces to her, completing her strongly making her feel whole. It was this very feeling that made Emily feel guilty, as much as she did love the feeling of being whole. She knew this was close to the way Leah described her time with Sam. Emily remembered the way that tone in Leah’s voice when she described the words, ’Nem, it’s amazing. Is it even possible for me to be in love? And I really mean, ME, In LOVE. I’m serious Emily. I think I am.’ She heard Leah’s voice, soft, kind, and hard, like it always was towards her. The voice was as clear as daylight plastered through a window on a bright Monday morning, demanding to wake someone up from the slumber of the weekend.

She put on her best poker face, smiled and nodded to Sam. ”If you really want to, I’m just hoping I got you the right side, its so hard to find it you know,” she said, slipping off his lap as a sign that he could try on his clothes if he wanted to. Emily’s mind herself was elsewhere, in and with these memories of Leah, and how she talked about her Sam Uley before Emily and Sam officially met. Even though Emily does love Sam more then anything, only she felt so guilty about he and her cousin’s break-up. She felt so guilty taking Sam away from Leah, who afterward Leah wouldn’t talk to Emily for at least a week. Leah was her cousin, best friend, and everything to Emily ever. The old stories that Leah would tell were swollen in her mind. Emily wasn’t going to allow Sam to notice her mind’s absence. She wasn’t going to let Sam know because she knew that he would be all upset again. And she had brought up the subject up once; she wasn’t going back there again.

And so the poker face is back, Emily had the television on with CNN playing, though she eventually switched to ESPN sports center when she realized it was the same old stuff playing over and over. She was on her own couch; lying horizontal she had her head elsewhere again. Emily tried to look like she was watching the man on television talk about the baseball that was on the previous night, Bluejays and Astros were the teams. Emily could honestly careless but she was determined to look distracted. Her eyes fluttered a few times getting out of her train of thought on Leah and looked at the television for a while, actually hearing what the sports caster was saying.

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