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This is set post-Breaking Dawn and the only ones that have imprinted are Jake, Sam, Jared, Quil, and Seth.

Adam and Eve

(Eve's POV)

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Eve looked over into the bathroom sink at the little stick. Positive. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock and she backed up against the bathroom wall. Positive! I'm . . . posi—. There came a knock at the door and Adam's tenor voice sounded through the wall.

"Eve? Babe, you okay in there?" He asked.

She began to panic and snatched the horrid stick up.

"Yeah, just … cleaning myself up," she called out.

Eve stashed the pregnancy test behind the toilet and washed her hands. She pulled her red hair into a messy bun, scrubbed her face clean, and brushed her teeth. When she opened the door, she was met by her boyfriend of four years, Adam Weyler.

Adam had sunshine gold hair that fell in his blue eyes. He had been captain of the lacrosse, football, soccer, and rugby team in high school, and he got straight A's too. They both had attended the same high school in the sleepy town of Jean Lafitte, Louisiana. Adam's parents were first generation American, his grandparents were Swedish. Eve's parents were first generation American too, her grandparents were Irish. They met during one of the football games. She was in band playing the trombone, when her handle slipped off the handle and nailed him in the back of the head while he was talking to the coach. They'd been dating since and when it was time to graduate, they went to the same college.

Eve placed a small kiss on his cheek. "Bathroom is all yours."

She moved around him but he held onto her.

"What?" she asked.

Adam looked her up and down. Eve's heart began to race as his blue eyes narrowed at her.

"Nothing, you just look distracted."

He brought her in close to him and crushed his lips to hers. Eve gave in and wrapped her arms around his waist. He pressed her up against the wall and grinded his hips against hers. She let out a moan and he kissed her neck. Usually, she'd be more engaged with Adam but not tonight.

She pulled away from him. "Do you see yourself having kids in the near future?"

"What?" he panted, pulling back from her.

Eve took a deep breath and looked up into his blue eyes.

"Do you see yourself with kids?" she repeated, holding her breath.

Adam shrugged, walking over to his bed. He was in his Star Wars boxers, running a hand through his blond locks. "I guess when I'm in my thirties, but not right now."

He then looked up at her. "Why, do you?"

Eve shook her head no, lying through her teeth. She climbed into his bed and lied down, beckoning him to do the same. Adam smiled down at her before leaping on top of her. She giggled as he made farting noises against her neck with his lips.

"You're so mature Adam," she joked. "Don't stop, oh please!"

He laughed then rolled off her, resting on his side. He moved a stray hair out of her face and kissed her nose. She got butterflies whenever he did that.

"Do you think it's weird about our names, Button? Adam and Eve? It could be destiny."

Eve rolled her eyes. She disliked it when Adam referred to their names with the biblical sense. Whenever they were out, people would call them Eden, like the Garden of Eden.

"It's just a coincidence, Adam," she scoffed. "Besides, if I do recall, Eve is the one that gets blamed for everything and Adam is a snitch and all over some stupid apple. It's ridiculous really."

She looked over at Adam for conformation but found him to be fast asleep. Sighing, Eve pulled the covers over both of them and turned off the light, wondering if the story was true. Was it really Eve's fault that both she and Adam were cast out of the Garden? Or was it because Adam gave in to temptation and when it was time to step up to the plate and defend Eve, Adam was found bumbling like an idiot? Guess no one will ever know.

*3 years later*

"Ma, wha's a la push?" asked three year old, Raziel, from the back seat of the SUV.

Eve bit her lower lip as she looked at the road in front of her. "It's not a thing, Button, it's a place," she answered, turning down a gravel road. She looked around at the scenery before her. Everything was green except for the ground which was covered in snow.

It was the middle of November. Eve had once again received a letter from a Mr. Bunson, child services agent, issuing that she needed to pay her debt or he'd leak her whereabouts to him. And once again, she had uprooted her family from Idaho and fled to the smallest town that was not visible on the map. LaPush, Washington.

She sneaked a peak at Raziel in the rearview mirror. He was the spitting image of him, from the sunshine gold hair to the piercing blue eyes to the dimpled smile. Raziel definitely held more physical qualities of his father, but he was quiet and shy like his mother.

A small lump in Eve's throat began to form as she began to think more and more about him. She left the university without telling anyone, without saying goodbye to her friends and family, without telling him why.

"Ma, you otay?"

Eve was pulled out of her reverie and wiped some stray tears from her eyes.

"Yes baby, mommy was just thinking," she said, plastering a faux smile on her sodden face. She pulled into a gravel driveway in front of a one story house. The paint on the door was chipped and fading, the porch steps looked a little shaky, and the windows looked dusty.

Eve unbuckled her seatbelt and turned around in the driver's seat to look at Raz.

"Okay Raz, we're going to play a game. Mommy knows how much you like games, right?" He nodded his head eagerly. "Good, because this game, is an adventure!"

"This," she pointed at the small house, "is our castle and you're the prince. Sadly, you've been away from your castle and it's fallen into disarray. Now, you've returned and you're going to help me clean your castle."

Raziel pulled his thumb out of his mouth and asked, "Can you be te queen? An' te car is te twusty steed?" His blue eyes lit up with excitement as he held a little toy soldier in his tiny hands.

A small smile escaped her lips and she nodded.

"I'd be honored to be your queen." Eve opened her door and climbed out of the car. She wrapped her scarf around her three times and went to get her son out of the backseat. She set him on the snow covered ground and began to unload the few boxes she took with her.

Just as she bent to pick up Raziel's stuffed animals, a cold icy snowball hit her square on the neck. Eve let out a squeal and whirled around to find Raz smiling with a snowball in his gloved hands.

"You ha' a fwairy on your neck," he giggled.

"Oh," she arched an eyebrow, "I did?"

Eve bent down and gathered up some snow. "Wait, Raz, don't move! I see another one. It's right there!"

She gently threw a small snowball at him, which got him on his ear. Raziel let out a high-pitched giggle and launched his own snowball at her, thus insinuating a snowball war. Eve laughed as she chased him around the SUV, dodging his snowballs.

"Give up yet, Prince Raziel?" she called out.

"Never!" he shouted, popping out from behind the car. He nailed her in the face with a snowball then tackled her legs. She fell to the ground with Raziel crawling on top of her, tickling her. He paused and looked up.

"Ma, a damsel is in distwess! I mus' save 'er!" he declared, leaping to his feet and taking off.

Eve abruptly sat up and looked to see her son dashing towards the house across the street where a group of people were gathered.

"Shit!" she hissed, getting up from the ground and running after her son.

(Paul's POV)

Paul didn't know what he doing at the Uley's. They always had their annual winter barbeque, which for a bachelor werewolf was depression suicide in a tiny tea cup. All the couples came to it, which was why Paul didn't go for the past years, but this year Emily practically cornered him at the shop and dragged him to the event.

After the stand off with the Volturi, the leech population had been kept to a minimum with the occasional wanderer here and there. So to past the time, Quil and Embry had started a business in Quil's garage fixing cars, and they hired Paul as a mechanic.

He spent most of his time in the garage, but when he wasn't working he'd go to the bar. Once in a while he'd find a girl to screw, but most of them kept their distance. Having the reputation of being the most violent person in all of LaPush and Forks didn't exactly bring in the honnies.

Paul looked spitefully around at everyone as they were all cozied up in lawn-chairs. Emily was on Sam's lap, rubbing her swollen stomach. They were expecting twins, two baby boys by the end of December. Kim was tucked safely in Jared's arms, admiring her wedding ring. Jake and Nessie were playing tonsil hockey. Seth had his arms wrapped around Saffron Sunstone, Forks' library clerk's daughter. The guys got a kick out of that one because she was so sweet and uplifting that it made sense she was Seth's imprint. Leah was at the grill, watching the food, while Embry had his hand halfway up her shirt. It was obvious that they were each other's fuck buddies, which Sam deemed unhealthy. Collin and Brady were the only ones, besides Paul, who hadn't imprinted and they were perfectly fine with that.

It was in the middle of November with snow on the ground but not one of the guys were wearing the proper winter gear, except for sweatpants instead of shorts. Even Leah, was wearing the basics, thin t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hey Paul, what happened to Nandita?" Kim asked randomly. "I thought you were serious about a girl?"

Paul rolled his eyes at his pack brother's imprint and smirked.

"Kim when have I ever been serious about a girl? They're only good for one thing," he said, making a circle with one hand and shoving his pointer finger in it. "Right, Saffron?"

He gave the blonde a wolfish grin as she blushed. It was no secret to the pack that when Seth first met Saffron it was in the elevator at the library. Of course he imprinted and asked her out on the spot, but what shocked everyone wasn't because she said yes, it was that she full on open-mouthed kissed him. One thing led to another and later that night during patrol Paul and Quil found out that Seth not only met his imprint, asked her out, kissed her, but fucked her all in the same day. It was Paul's favorite joke now.

Seth growled, "Shut up, Paul!"

Before he could rebuttal, something cold and wet hit him square on the side of the face. What the fuck? He looked around to find out where the snowball came from and saw a kid with a stick in his gloved hand. The kid held it like a sword and was pointing it at Paul.

"I'll swave you, pwincess, fwom te evil ogwe!" The little boy cried, launching another snowball at Paul.

Luckily, Paul dodged the snowball but forgot about the stick. It bounced off of Paul's head, followed by another snowball. All he could say was that the kid had quite the arm.

"Why, you little—"

"Raziel Napoleon Felonious Octavious McFadden, apologize! Right now!" A southern female voice with a slight Irish accent demanded.

Paul looked over at the woman. She seemed to be blazing with a fury that matched his own. He felt his breath catch. He more like choked on it. The woman before him was standing with her legs spread shoulder-length apart and her arms folded over her frayed gray jacket. She had fiery red hair that was hidden underneath a faded blue hat and her emerald green eyes were to die for and when Paul's brown eyes locked with them, his world fell away.

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