Mistress McCarty and I have teamed up for another installment in the Love series. Sam and Missy are back. Once again trying to figure out who they want as their forever. We don't own any of the characters but Sam, Missy, and Tristan. We hope you love this story as well.

This chapter written by: Mistress McCarty

I walked out of the house seeing Tristan run by in the front yard with Paul pretending to chase after him. Both of my boys were laughing, and full of love. Paul grabbed Tristan throwing him over his shoulder. "I got you little man. Now what are you going to do?" Paul asked, laughing, tickling Tristan. I smiled at them watching them run around. Tristan yelled for me to help him.

"Mommy get him! Help me get Daddy!" he screamed through his laughter, kicking his feet while Paul tickled him more.

"Mommy won't help you. Mommy is on Daddy's team." Paul laughed looking up at me winking. I blushed just like I did every time he looked at me. I can't believe how quick my baby has grown up. It's been two years but it feels like two months. Like life is running by as fast as Emmy runs. After Tristan was born we all moved back to Washington. Paul and Jacob couldn't just leave the pack. We were lucky Uley was as cool as he was about everything. I stayed in La Push with Paul, while Missy stayed in Forks with Jasper. He had a thing about the wolves, or that's what he says. Emmett say's Jasper still worries about Missy leaving him for Jacob and I believe it. Jacob still hasn't imprinted and when he is around Missy the look in his eyes is unmistakable. We all know nothing will happen but until he imprints Jasper is on his toes.

You wouldn't believe how perfect life has been for Missy and me. No worries, no tears, only those from laughing so hard. Paul and I haven't tied the knot yet. He has asked but I told him I wanted to wait for Tristan to be a little older, and when he asked I was still insecure about my baby weight. We will be together forever so what's the big rush? He understands although he is anxious to call me his wife. Missy and Jasper are so in love I swear they had imprinted. I said it once to Jasper and he gave me the dirtiest look but couldn't deny just how in love he was with Missy.

"Emmy, help!" I looked up to see Emmett walking over with a box in his hands and a huge grin looking over at Tristan. Those two are inseparable. I swear Tristan is Emmett's best friend. Surprisingly, Paul and Emmett get along really well. At first they bickered and argued and there were even a few fights but I think Tristan had brought them closer together. Paul only wanted Tristan to be happy. So when he wants his Emmy he gets him.

"Hey, Monkey Butt!" Emmett laughed as Paul set Tristan down. He ran to Emmett, hugging his leg. I knew Paul was a little jealous at times but he wouldn't admit it. So I never brought it up. Paul walked over to me with his breath taking smile. I giggled jumping into his arms.

"I love you." I whispered in his ear kissing his neck. Paul lifting me up in a bear hugs chuckling.

"You know I'll never get tired of hearing you say that. I love you too, Sam." He set me down turning around to see what Emmett had brought. There was a huge remote control car already zooming around with Tristan in control.

"Emmett, the remote is bigger than him. Don't you think a smaller one would have been better?" I said a little worried it would run my baby over.

"What, Sam? No, this is my new toy and the bigger the better. I guess you didn't get that memo." He let out a booming laugh as Paul groaned resting his chin on my shoulder while we held hands.

"Emmett, sorry, but Paul is bigger." I stiffed a laugh. Paul chuckled kissing my shoulder while Emmett narrowed his eyes at me. "I have had both." I think I went too far with that because Paul let go of my hands.

"I'm hungry." He sighed walking in the house. Emmett rolled his eyes shaking his head.

"Watch Tristan, please," I said walking into the house after Paul. "Babe!" I called out worried I pissed him off. I walked around the house looking for him but couldn't find him. Maybe he is in our bedroom. I walked up the stairs past the guest restroom. When I screamed feeling a set of hands grab my waist and pull me back awards, the second I felt him I knew it was Paul. "Babe, you know I didn't mean anything by that right?" I asked knowing he wasn't mad because he grinned to himself into my neck.

"Mumm-Humm." I giggled at his soft kisses. "I just hate that I get reminded of it." He mumbled licking from my neck slowly to my ear lobe were he nibbled. "But do you know what I love?" he asked turning me around to face him. I couldn't help the deep blush that swept over me when I saw his "I want you now" eyes.

"I can think of a few things." I wrapped my arms around his neck. Paul smiled at me hooking his thumbs into the front of my jeans, pulling me closer to him.

"I love that Tristan is entertained for hours with Mr. I'm-a-vegetarian, yeah right, and I know he is safe, cause that leaves hours of making love to my beautiful, soon-to-be-one-day wife." My panties started to soak hearing his husky tone, while his eyes roamed over my body. He licked his lips once his eyes met my core. "Excited baby?" He questioned with a sly grin.

"You know I can't resist all your love making talk." I giggled as he lifted me up effortless. I took his face in my hands passionately kissing him while he started to walk backwards with me. My core was on fire, melting my panties off.

"Paul, fuck, I want you so bad right now." I moaned, grinding myself against him.

"Son of a bitch! Don't you two ever quit?" Paul pushed up into a wall looking over his shoulder. I kissed his neck.

"Don't you ever knock?" Paul growled and moaned at the same time. I couldn't help but to laugh.

"Yeah well, no. Don't you ever take your mind out the gutter and remember that your son, your pride and joy, is running around with a blood sucker?" Jacob had a problem with Emmett and Jasper. He says he was born to hate them. I say he is jealous Jasper won the girl.

"Damn it, Jacob," I said getting mad, pushing Paul off me sliding off him. "Don't you ever just mind your own fucking business? Go do something that will take you forever, like looking for your imprint." I snapped pissed off that more than likely I wasn't going to get any good, good with Paul now. Paul laughed hooking his arm around my shoulder kissing my temple.

"Shut up, Sam. Just because you're a horny bitch, who doesn't think of the safety of her son, doesn't mean you can snap at me," Jacob snapped at me. Paul's arm dropped stepping toward Jacob.

"Don't you dare fucking talk to her like that, Jacob. We raise our son how we want to, with whom we want to and if you want to stick around I suggest you fucking shut it. When you have a kid and you see him love someone who you may not be a big fan of and you can tear him away then we will talk." They both glared at each other and I knew if something wasn't done this could be bad very bad.

"Come on, guys. I'm going to make lunch right now, anyway. Paul, Baby, comes on." I stepped between the two something Paul hates when I do it.

"I'll never let my kid get close enough to someone that can hurt him," Jacob snapped, walking away. Paul stepped past me walking away. I knew better then to fuck with him when he was pissed like this. The last time he was angry like this, where he just walked away, I tried to stop him and pissed him off even more. He almost killed me knocking me off my feet growling at me in wolf form. I had never been scared like that in my life. I never told anyone, because if Emmett or Jasper found out it would be a huge damn fight. Besides, Paul realized what he was doing and quickly calmed down and has hated himself for it ever since.

I walked outside sitting on the front porch steps watching Tristan playing with Emmett. I covered my face stressed out. I hate when the boys fight, and it's always over the same stupid shit. I guess some things will never change no matter how much time passes by. "Mommy, watch!" Tristan yelled jumping off a rock into a pile of leaves.

"That's awesome, baby." I said wondering were Paul took off to.

"Hey, little monkey, pick the leaves back up while I talk to Mommy," Emmett said seeing I was upset. He came over to me while Tristan ran around making swooshing noses like he was going super speed. "Paul looked pissed," Emmett said taking a seat next to me.

"Yeah," I mumbled, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"He mad at you?" he asked concerned. Emmett was always worried about me.

"No, I don't think so. He was pissed at Jacob, but I should have kept my mouth shut." I sighed hating when Paul left like this. I hate when he is so mad he runs because I know his temper will flare and running into someone could be bad. He doesn't think clear when he is mad.

"He took off running into the woods after Tristan said he didn't want to go to the beach with him. What happened? Talk to me." I looked at Tristan, the only person in the world that can calm Paul down in a second flat at his maddest moments.

"It's nothing Em," I lied. He didn't need to know. It would only cause more shit.

"Don't bullshit me, Sam. Why did Jacob leave with hate in his eyes?" I looked up at him wide eyed.

"You know Jacob Has Vampaphobia. He gets irritated with you, and Paul defends you even though he doesn't want to. Jacob doesn't like you alone with Tristan when we are fine with it." I said with a small chuckle.

"He doesn't need to defend me. I can do that. Thank you! And not to be a prude but I believe it's called Sanguivoriphobia," Emmett said, bumping into me playfully.

"I know, and he does it for Tristan's sake, even if he does get jealous of you with us." I watched Tristan look out into the woods putting his hands on his hips and cocking his head to the side. Emmett let out a booming laugh that made Tristan jump out of his socks, looking back at us.

"He's jealous of me? What the fuck for? He got the girl, had a kid with her, Fate demanded it. I got nothing but second best!" Emmett said laughing so hard he almost fell over.

"I'm glad you find it so funny!" I snapped trying not to laugh.

"Come on, Sam. Fate's locked you two together. You're his and he is your's. It's in your eyes every time you look at him, and he is jealous of me? No, the shoe is on the other foot. Do you see Tristan with Paul! Oh my god, he is that kid's hero."

"Well I know that, you know that, Tristan knows it but Paul doubts it. He won't admit it, but I know my man. He gets jealous that Tristan runs to you when you come around."

"Sam, Tristan, no offense, runs to everyone he knows that comes around. That kid is full of love." I laughed knowing he was right.

"Yeah, I just know he gets bothered by it. Jacob doesn't help either." I groaned feeling like a bitch. I shouldn't have said that to him.

"Jake needs to mind his own business. He is pissed at the world because everyone is content with their life but him," Emmett said in a more serious tone now. I looked up at him.

"Are you? Are you happy, Em?" I asked feeling a slight pinch in my heart. I know I broke his heart, and I know he still loves me even though I fully belong to Paul.

"Yeah, I am actually. I'm exactly where I want to be. With my best friend and with monkey butt," He said rubbing my back, and hugging me, as Tristan ran over to us.

"Mommy, can you take me to Daddy? I want to go now. I miss him." Tristan pouted his lips slipping between my legs to hug me. I wrapped my arm around him kissing the top of his head.

"Daddy will be home soon, baby. Are you hungry yet?" I asked looking out to the back woods.

"Yea, Mommy, but I want Daddy to make PB&J's," he whined climbing on me. There is a reason Emmett call's him monkey.

"See, I couldn't do that. It's nasty!" Emmett said laughing. I giggled as Tristan's mouth dropped open looking at Emmett.

"No, Emmy. You're nasty." He laughed bouncing on me with his arms around my neck.

"No, you're nasty, like a monkey's butt," Emmet teased tickling him. Tristan screamed holding me tighter.

"You're a butt!" Tristan laughed hysterically.

"You're both butts!" Paul said walking over to use. My face lit up seeing flowers in his hands. Tristan leaped off me running over to Paul.

"Daddy, I missed you. I want to go to the beach now, and I'm done playing." Tristan practically climbed up Paul's leg to get into his arms.

"Ok, but first Daddy needs to talk to Mommy. Then we'll make PB&J's. Then, we we'll go," Paul said letting him down. Tristan ran into the house as excited as he could be.

"I got to go. I promised Missy I'd help her with something," Emmett said sitting up. He shook Paul's hand and gave me a hug. Once he was gone my eyes fell to the floor, ready to get yelled at by Paul. I hate fighting with him and I had a feeling we would because we both have tempers.

"Baby, why do you have Tristan's "I got caught" look?" Paul laughed standing in front of me. "I'm not mad at you. I'm actually sorry for walking out that way. Jacob just gets on my nerves with this leech shit.

"I know. I should have just kept my mouth shut," I said smiling lazily at him.

"No, you shouldn't because then you wouldn't be my loud mouth, shit talking, ball busting, baby." Paul said making me laugh.

"It's been years. He needs to get over it. It's like Em said Jake is mad because we are all happy and he is not," I said hugging Paul. He let out a sigh, kissing my cheek.

"Maybe, but he is family. So we have to deal with it. Hopefully he imprints soon or gets some tail because I'm tired of him ruining it for me." I laughed as he squeezed my ass with his free hand.

"Come on, your son is hungry." I said laughing pushing him away knowing it's almost impossible for us to stop once we start.

"Yep, want to come to the beach with us?" He asked taking my hand while I took the flowers smelling them.

"No you guys go ahead. I need to run to the store. Everyone is coming over for dinner tonight. I'm hoping I can convince Jasper to let Missy come. The guys miss her."

"Yeah I miss her too. OK, well do you need me to help with anything?" He asked as we got to the kitchen, where Tristan was acting like he was dying of hunger on the floor. Paul looked at him laughing.

"Hey little man that's my move." Paul said pulling out the bread. I laughed remembering the time Paul wanted me to make dinner, but I was busy so he followed me around groaning saying he will die of starvation being over dramatic. Tristan thought it was the funniest thing ever and copies him every chance he gets. In fact, Tristan copies about everything his daddy does. Scary, I know!