sixteen, vampires and wolves
twilight

Clover sat at the kitchen table once again, printed out papers and a few more books scattered across the wood. Her eyes darted from one page to another, her water that had been left for over an hour grew a condensation ring on one of her papers.

After the other night, when Clover and Bella had encountered the awful men, Clover was ready to dive into the book. She was ready for the answers that she had to find on her own, because no one was any help.

After Edward, who had been driving around in the evening to work on his night time driving skills had found the two, he had made a comment that stuck with Clover.

Or well, most stuck with her. It had been something about how the men who were way too close to Clover and Bella, weren't the only monsters in Forks. She hadn't understood until she dove head first into her book and read it word for word, sleeping less than an hour and not doing any of her homework, which had bit her in the ass.

Everything she needed, was on the table. Highlighted pages that talked about cold ones and their traits. Corners in her book that were sticky noted with comments about shifters. Everything had a back up, her theory was perfect. Her knowledge was true.

Wyatt couldn't escape it when he walked through the front door with Juno following behind. She was in on her sisters plan, using the excuse that she wanted to stay with her dad after class so she could get some extra help — when it was so Clover could prepare.

"Hi, dad." Clover looked up, and just like that, Wyatt's expression tightened, showing he knew that moment was here, but still doesn't want to face it.

He tried to take a step back, but Juno was blocking the door way. "Sorry, dad."

Wyatt dropped his bag on the floor, kicked off his shoes, and head straight to the kitchen table and took a seat across from Clover. "Where do you wanna start girls."

"With what you know." Juno answered as she sat down beside Clover, eyes darting from one paper to the other, what her sister had planned out, unbreakable. "We wanna know everything."

"Your mom, Grace, wasn't normal." Wyatt started, but each word sounded wrong. The way he spoke about his love, it wasn't the right way. "No — no, she was. She was perfect. She was special. She knew things."

"Knew?" Clover asked as she flipped through marked pages. Witches. Gifted. Psychic. Her brain wasn't working, she ignored everything she didn't need until she found what she did. "She saw the future?"

Juno, the news new to her, turned and let her hands reach for the book. "She was a psychic. She could see moments of the future, only what was certain and only when it was when she had a deep relationship with someone? And if she was a witch, she could cast spells to help her see parts of the future."

"I think, maybe one of those, but I'm not sure. She never told me what she was. She told me that there were monsters, and how I had to protect you both." Wyatt admitted, voice smaller. He didn't know all the answers, he didn't know what all he could say to make the situation better.

"That's weird." Juno pointed out. "Why wouldn't she tell you what they were in the beginning, why say monsters."

"So that's it — you knew there was monsters here and you brought us here. Did you know what they were? Did she tell you? Did you figure it out and keep it from us? This isn't everything, dad." Cover pointed out. She forgot all about the papers she had scattered around, the ones about vampires and their blood thirst. The ones about werewolves and their ability to shift from human to wolves. The pages where witches were drawn with magic, some with dark words and poems to recite,

"What more do you want, Clo? Want me to tell you that between each contraction your mom would spill out words about the future?" Wyatt stood from the table, chair scraping against the floor. He wasn't angry, but he had done this all on his own for his entire life. For his girls entire life. The one secret that he had kept was loose. "Want me to tell you how I clutched her hand and told her it wasn't real when she told me there were vampires and werewolves? What do you wanna know, Clo."

"I want to know why you didn't tell us." Clover stood, and although she was shorter than her father, she was just the same. Both full of an energy neither wanted, both too riled up. "Why you brought us all here to where she told you there was trouble."

"Charlie and Bella are here." Juno pointed out. She wasn't wrong, the other part of their family was here. Yes, they left their grandfather in Los Angeles, everything else Wyatt loved was at Forks. "That has to be some reason why."

"I couldn't open another door and wish your mom would be on the other side. I — we all needed a fresh start." Wyatt threw his hands up, tears shining in his eyes as he sniffled. "I couldn't keep seeing her ghost, her memory in each place I entered."

"Why did you tell us."

"I was scared that you two would ask to stay." Wyatt let out, a breath of air leaving his chest. "I couldn't — I didn't even know if it was real. I just couldn't, I'm sorry."

Clover eyed the way her father looked so broken, so empty. For a moment, she felt so horrible. Her gut twisted and she felt the urge to vomit. "Dad, I'm sorry. I just wanted to know — I didn't mean to push."

"You did," Wyatt walked around the table, opening his arms and bring Clover and Juno into a hug. "And it's okay, you both are your mother through and through, don't apologize for being who she created."

Juno rested her head against her father. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, dad." Clover looked up at her father.

And as Wyatt looked down at his daughters, Graces face flashed across them and he tightened the hug. "I love you too, kiddos."