Mother, Stripper, Imprint?

by DeadGrlSprStr666

Paul Imprints in the most unusual of places. How does one find their stripper soul mate and declare their love for her without her thinking, 'Stalker'. How does the most possessive member of The Pack deal with getting involved with a woman who takes her clothes off for money? Can two people living very different lives come together and find true love and happiness?

2. Fate And All That Shit

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all recognizable characters and situations contained therein. All original content is property of the author. Story is rated M and may contain graphic language, sexual content, mild drug use, and some violence.

A/N: Oh! Just a quick note, Emily isn't scarred in this story. Oh, large amounts of italicized text is a flashback!

**Saturday afternoon Paul POV**

Leah stands woodenly next to Emily, her face locked into a smile that looks more like a grimace. Personally, I thought it was pretty fucked up of Emily to even think about asking Leah to be her Maid of Honor. I mean come on, who steals someone's fiancé, and then has the fucking balls to ask the girl who got dumped to be in the wedding party?

I don't know why Leah said yes, when I asked her about it she said the usual things about tribal pride, dignity, and her parent's positions in the tribe. Personally, if I was Sue, Harry, or especially Leah, I'd a bitch slapped Emily. I mean half the time I wanted to do that myself anyway.

Sam had called Dami about Raven, whose name I now know is Bella, earlier in the day…

I walk into Sam's house without knocking as usual. He comes out of the back and flops down into his chair, "Why are you hear so fucking early, Paul?"

Giving him a look that clearly states, 'really?', I sit down on the couch, and say, "Uh, you said you'd call Dami about Raven for me."

Rolling his eyes, he replies, "Yeah, I didn't mean first thing in the morning Paul. The club is open till at least four am, and that means Dami is probably there till at least 5 waiting for the girls to get everything ready for the next day and be ready to walk out."

He rubs at his face for a minute, and then continues, "Now, Dami and his girl live here in La Push, which means they had at least a thirty minute drive home. Oh, by the way his girl is one of the bartenders there. So let's say they got home around 5:30. I'm sure both of them would want to shower up, let's just assume they showered together. So that takes about a half hour, and whatever that leads into will take at least 20 minutes, and probably longer. So we'll say MAYBE they got to sleep about 7:30 in the morning. It's now 9:15, Paul. So tell me, do you really want me to call him now when he's been asleep for maybe two hours?"

Shrugging, I reply, "I guess not? Well, actually, yeah. I just need this to be over with Sam. I mean I'm freaking the fuck out, and you know I'm not someone who freaks the fuck out!"

Sam goes into his stash and throws me some shit, "Smoke that, calm down, and watch some fucking TV. I'll call him around noon."

So I smoke, I watch, and I manage to somehow not freak the fuck out. Finally the episode of Law and Order we were watching ends, and Sam hits the mute button on the remote.

He takes his phone out of his pocket, pushes some buttons, and puts it up to his ear. I can hear it ringing, and then a sleep laden voice grunts out, "'Lo?"

Sam winces, but speaks into the phone, "Dami, man. Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

Dami replies, "Uley? No worries man, you did me a favor, Jenna was supposed to wake me up by noon. I guess she slept in. What's goin on man? Hey what happened to you last night anyway? You didn't take your dance!"

Sam breathes a sigh of relief that Dami isn't pissed, and answers, "Yeah man, I'm sorry I missed it, my kid brother wasn't feeling all that great, his first strip club, he overindulged a little and I guess it kicked his ass. We did get to see the first bit of Raven's dance though, and you were right she is fine!"

I start to growl at him, and he shoots me a very pointed look, and I shut up, sit back, and listen. Dami laughs, "Yeah man, she is a very hot chick. Good people too."

Sam nods, and finally gets to it, "So uh, this is awkward, one of my friends, Paul, like seriously can't get her out of his head. I mean she's all he's talked about all night man. Is she available? I mean like in real life?"

The sound of wary dismay that comes through the line makes my heart stop momentarily, as he says, "I don't know Sam… Bella, that's her real name, she hasn't had it easy. She doesn't need some guy who's gonna treat her like she's an easy score because of where she works. I don't think she'd be willing to see a guy from the bar like that. I'm sorry man."

Sam tries to do damage control, "Nah Dami, it wouldn't be like that. Look, is there any way at all you could help me out? I'd really appreciate it."

Dami's tone goes stone cold, as he says, "No man. I can't. That girl is like a sister to me, and she's had shit bad enough in her life. I'm not going to take a chance of setting her up with some asshole. I'm sorry, I know it's your friend but I've heard about some of Dixon's conquests, and if that's the Paul you're talking about then my answer is HELL NO! Look, Bella is pretty much alone in the world. She has no one to look out for her but me. Her dad was a cop who died in the line of duty in a robbery up in Forks a few years back, her mother had passed away in a plane crash a couple years before that. She's had it hard enough! Look, just stay away from her, Sam."

He hangs up, and Sam nods at me, "Okay, so this isn't going to be easy…"

Rolling my eyes, I reply, "Oh, you think? This is pointless! Lets just forget it."

Sam holds a hand up, "I said it wouldn't be easy, I didn't say it would be impossible. I know who she is."

Looking at him confused, I ask, "How?"

He rolls his eyes at me, "Dude, pay attention, Dami told me. He said her dad was a Forks cop who died in a robbery a few years back. I phased soon after that. The cop who died was a friend of Harry Clearwater's. Charlie Swan died in a robbery leaving behind a seventeen-year-old daughter. I remember reading his obit. She lives in Forks. Start grocery shopping up there, and maybe you'll run into her. I mean, fate and all that shit, right? Give it a week, if you don't have any luck I'll try Dami again, or we'll take another trip to the bar."

Jared elbows me in the side, and I snap back to reality, as we start moving down the aisle. I spaced through the entire ceremony. Shit, I hope no one noticed. There aren't many people here, Sam has basically no family except The Pack and Embry, and Emily's family is small.

We move to the meetinghouse for the reception, Leah goes straight to where the bar's been set up, and I follow her lead. Standing next to her I tell the bartender, "Two shots of Jack, please."

He lines them up, and Leah turns to smile at me, saying, "Is one of those for me?"

Grinning back at her, I reply, "Sure, if you want one. I mean it's a wedding right? May as well have some fun."

Leah laughs, "It's true, we should have fun…"

Ok now I'm confused… Is Leah hitting on me? She couldn't be. Right?

**Bella POV Sunday morning**

I wake up to the sound of Jasmine's voice coming from the baby monitor saying "Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Mama, Mama, Mama!"

Getting up, I glance at the clock groaning a little, eight am. Just about 2 hours of sleep. Ugh. I make my way across the hall, a smile breaking on my face as I see my daughter standing in her crib.

Her face breaks into a huge smile, her eyes light up, and she yells, "Mommy! Hi, Mommy!"

Crossing the room I get to her crib, saying, "Good morning, Baby Girl! Are you hungry?"

Lifting her out of her crib, she hugs me tight, answering, "Mommy, pancakes!"

Carrying her over to the changing table I change her diaper quickly, and carry her down the stairs. Setting her on her feet at the bottom of the stairs, she hurries after me as I go into the kitchen, and start looking through cabinets. Jasmine goes directly to the toy box in the corner and starts pulling out dolls and blocks.

The box with the pancake mix is empty. Fuck. Little Miss Jasmine is not going to be happy about this. Turning I break the news, "We're out of pancake mix baby, you're gonna have to have Cheerios, Mommy has to go grocery shopping later."

Her face scrunches up, her eyes fill with tears…oh God…here comes the tantrum… Hopefully, I cut her off, "Okay, okay, why don't we go to the diner and get pancakes there?"

Crisis averted, she throws her hands up in the air, "Pancakes!"

Picking her up, I say, "Okay Jasmine, we've gotta get dressed to go out."

I carry her back up the stairs and put her down in the crib. I walk over to her dresser, and pick out a pair of black and hot pink zebra print leggings with a hot pink tutu skirt attached to it. I hold it up to her, "How bout this?"

She nods enthusiastically, yelling "Pretty!"

Smiling, I say, "Yes, very pretty!"

I dig around a little and find the t-shirt that goes with the leggings, it's a white t-shirt with hot pink edging on the sleeves and collar, and a heart in the middle with the same black and hot pink zebra pattern as the pants.

Jasmine starts singing in her little voice, "wheels on bus go round and round"

We sing the song as I dress her, which makes it go quicker, I grab a pair of pink and black sandals and put them on her feet, and then carry her across the hall to what used to be Charlie's bedroom.

It had taken a lot for me to go through and clean out Charlie's stuff from the room. If I hadn't gotten pregnant with Jasmine I probably wouldn't have done it at all. I divided his fishing stuff between his two best friends, Billy Black and Harry Clearwater who is Leah's father. I didn't know the men well, I had lived with my mom from the time I was a toddler, Dad and I didn't really spend a lot of time together until I moved in with him after Renee died. I guess we both thought we'd have more time.

I settle Jasmine on my bed, turn on the TV, and put on a cartoon for her. That will keep her quiet and occupied while I get dressed.

Moving to the closet I pick out a black romper with a hot pink polka dot and cherry print, the shorts only come a couple inches below my ass, and the top is a sweetheart tank with spaghetti straps that shows off a good amount of cleavage.

Taking off the tank and shorts that I slept in for only a couple of hours I throw them back in the drawer, and pull out a strapless bra and a hot pink thong. I dress quickly, and slip on a pair of platform wedge sandals with a similar print to the romper.

Deciding to leave my hair loose and wavy around my shoulders, I'm ready to go. I grab the remote, and ask Jasmine, "You ready for pancakes, Sweetie?"

She yells out happily, "YAY! Pancakes!"

I turn the TV off, and go pick her up, as she says, "Mommy you pretty!"

Hugging her, I reply, "Thank you baby, you know what?"

She asks, "What?"

Kissing her on the cheek, I answer, "You're pretty too."

**Paul POV**

Pulling myself out of bed, I wonder if I made a mistake. Leah had hit on me, pretty hardcore, I knew Sam wouldn't like it if I moved on her, especially with me being newly Imprinted, but at the same time I feel like it would have served him right. I was a good boy though, I took her heavily drunk self home, and left her passed out on her couch. Nothing happened.

Sometimes I think imprinting is just bullshit, I mean yeah I felt the crazy when I was in the bar. Since leaving the bar though? I feel fine. Maybe if Sam had stayed away from Emily he wouldn't have had to leave Leah. Maybe if Jared just stayed away from Kim she wouldn't leave him feeling like a cheap male prostitute when she goes back to school. Maybe we have more control over this whole thing than initially led to believe.

I'm in the mood for breakfast, and since my mom has been gone for more than ten years I know I'm not gonna get food here. Sam and Emily had left for their honeymoon after the reception last night, so that means no morning breakfast meeting, and no food there either.

Sighing, I sit up on the edge of the bed. I guess I'll go to the diner. Sue makes some killer steak and eggs. Getting out of bed, I glance at the clock; it's only about a quarter to nine.

Heading to the bathroom, I turn the shower on to the hot side, and step under the lukewarm spray. That's another drag about being a wolf, hot water is never hot enough with our 108 degree temperature.

Really the best part of the wolf is the muscle perks. I have the body of a WWE wrestler, and I haven't been to the gym since high school. I wash up quickly, and grab the big towel and wrap it around my waist. Pausing in front of the mirror, I decide that my scruff isn't so out of control that I need to shave, it just adds to the overall look.

Heading back to my room, I dress quickly in baggy black shorts, and a black tank style undershirt. Sitting down, I throw on a pair of black steel toe boots and head out the door.

Getting into my truck, I head to the diner. The thing about the diner is that it's exactly halfway between Forks and La Push, so everyone goes there, and generally it's packed from noon on.

I park my truck, and head into the diner. Sue calls out from behind the counter, "Hey Paul, Honey!"

Leah's mom has always been nice to me, after my mom left she helped my dad keep an eye on me, and she's basically a mother to me. I park myself on a stool at the counter, and she comes over, "What can I get you, Sweetie?"

I give her a peck on the cheek, and grab the menu, as I answer, "Just an orange juice for right now, ma."

**Bella POV about 10 minutes before Paul gets to the diner**

Parking the car, I grab my purse, which is actually an oversized beach bag, and get out of the car. Opening the back door, I undo the latch of the car seat, and help Jasmine out of the car.

I set her down on the pavement, and say, "Take Mommy's hand Jas, this is a parking lot, we have to hold hands."

She takes my hand and we walk into the diner. Sue, the owner, was a good friend of my dad's when he was alive. She's Harry Clearwater's wife, Leah's mom. She sees us come in, and comes around from the counter.

She says hello, and talks to Jasmine, "Hey there sweetheart! How are you?"

Jas is shy with people she doesn't know very well, and she answers quietly, "Good."

Sue smiles at me, and says, "She just gets prettier every time I see her, Bella. Charlie would have just loved to meet her. He woulda taken her everywhere with him."

I just smile back, Sue understands that talking about Charlie is hard for me, and she doesn't push. She grabs a booster seat, and brings us to a corner booth. She sets the booster seat down and I set Jasmine into it, pushing it in towards the corner and sitting down next to her, placing my bag on my other side.

Sue hands me a menu, and says, "I'll be back with you in a minute, Honey."

I thank her, and she goes back behind the counter. I peruse the menu, and ask Jas, "What kind of pancakes do you want honey? Do you want them with strawberries and whipped cream? Or you want them like mommy makes them at home?"

She thinks for a minute, and I show her the picture of the ones with the strawberries, and she points to them, "Pancakes an red things!"

Sue comes back and I order for us, "Jas will have a single pancake with strawberries and whipped cream, Sue. I'll take egg whites with turkey bacon. Orange juice for the kid, and I'll have a coffee, please."

She writes it down, and says, "Sure thing, Honey."

She goes back behind the counter, and a minute later the door opens, and Sue calls out, "Hey Paul, Honey!"

One of the busboys brings over the pot of coffee, and a glass of orange juice. He stares at my tits the entire time he pours my coffee, but doesn't say anything to me. I can't really complain, I knew what the outfit looked like when I put it on.

I go into my purse and pull out a clean sippy cup for Jasmine. I pour the orange juice into it, screw the top back on, and hand it to her, "Here Baby, drink your juice."

Jas takes the orange juice, and I hand the glass back to the busboy and say thank you. The guy who came in to the diner sits at the counter diagonally across from where I'm sitting with Jasmine. Sue asks what he'll have, and he orders juice, and calls her ma.

I know Leah has a brother, but I thought his name was Seth. I guess this guy is just a close friend of their family's. His voice is sexy, nonchalantly I turn, and I can feel my mouth drop open as I take in the hulking man at the counter.

He's well over six feet tall, and built is not even the word, my, my, I thought Dami and some of the other bouncers at work were built, but this guy put them to shame. I haven't dated since getting pregnant. Not that I dated before getting pregnant, but I did have a fair amount of sex.

My lifestyle back then was self-destructive, I knew that now, probably knew it then too but just didn't care. When I got pregnant with Jasmine my whole life changed. The constant party was over, and at that point in time the party included all men.

In the time that I've worked in the bar I've had plenty of guys hit on me, ask me to hook up outside the club. I've had guys offer me money to have sex with them like because I'm a stripper it means I'm a hooker. I've had a couple of guys ask me out, but I always say no. It's a fine line. You can't seem like you'd never give the guy the time of day if he wasn't in the bar, but if you seem like you're really interested you could wind up with a stalker on your hands.

The banging of the cup on the table jolts me back to reality. Jasmine imitates my shuddering jump, and I laugh, "Jas, baby, you need more juice?"

**Paul POV**

Amy, one of the other long timer's at the diner brings me my usual, steak and eggs with a big pile of home fries, 3 strips of bacon, and 3 sausage links. She's in her mid 50s, and is another woman who had helped my old man take care of me over the years. She leans over and says in a hushed yet singsong tone, "Someone's being noticed by a giiiirl."

I laugh, "What? Who?"

She rolls her eyes, "You, silly! The girl in the booth diagonal to your right, 3 o'clock."

Glancing back all I see is a purse, and wavy brown/red hair. Disappointment hits, and I feel stupid for having expected to see black hair with pink streaks. I watch as Sue brings over her food. Girl has a good appetite, eggs, bacon, as well as a pancake with fruit and whipped cream.

Turning back to my food, I forget about the girl, and dig in. I finish the eggs, and reach for the bottle of ketchup. As I start to pull it over, I feel light resistance; I look over and see wavy dark auburn hair spilling across pale skin. I start from the bottom and figure I'll at least get a good look.

High heeled sandals on pale feet with hot pink polish, slim pale legs, smooth strong thighs. Fuck me, she has a body! Full hips, tiny waist, and nice sized boobs showing a very nice amount of skin. She clears her throat, and I let go of the bottle, still caught up in her cleavage.

She laughs, and says, "Thank you. I'll bring it back to you in a couple of minutes."

Amy comes back to the counter to give me shit, "Paul Dixon! What the heck is the matter with you? You couldn't even say 'hello'?"

I shrug, "Come on Amy, girls who dress like that know what kind of attention they're gonna get!"

She swats at me, and scolds, "Oh yes, you like to look at the girls who dress like that, but did you ever stop to realize that those girls are people? She's probably a very nice girl, and I think you should save her the trouble of bringing you back that bottle, and go get it."

I know she won't leave me alone about it, so I sigh, and give her my best put upon tone, "Fine…"

She smiles, "Good boy. Now go."

Getting up, I walk over to the table, I drop into the seat across from the girl, look up, and feel like I simultaneously got kicked in the balls, and punched in the gut. Looking back at me like I've lost my ever-loving mind is Raven, I mean Bella.

Her eyes go wary, and she says, "I told you I would bring it back to you."

Opening my mouth, I feel my face get hot, as what pops out is, "Uh….Hi Raven."

The wariness is now upset, and she hisses at me, "My name is Bella. I don't know you, and I suggest you take the bottle of ketchup, get up, and leave before I start screaming."

Fucking shit. I try to get myself together when a small voice says, "Mommy?"

My head snaps to the left of her, and I see a small brown skinned child sitting in a booster seat. I can feel my mouth hanging open, I can barely breathe the shock is so all encompassing. Finally, I manage to get something out, and immediately I wish I didn't as what comes out is, "Mommy?"

Bella starts to retort, but is cut off by Sue bringing over my plate, "Bella, you don't mind if Paul stays over here do you? I'm sorry but we're starting to get a rush and I could use the counter space if it's okay with you."

She starts to respond, probably to say hell no, and Sue winks at me, and just bowls her right over, "Thank you so much honey! Paul's a great guy, I've known him since he was just a little guy. I didn't know you guys knew each other. You're really doing me a favor sitting together. Thank you thank you, in fact you're both doing me such a favor that your meals are on the house."

**Bella POV**

Sue just stuck Jas and me here with the hulking very hot stranger. Oh God….I'm sitting with my daughter in front of a man who has seen me take my clothes off for money…

Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Well it was nice of her to cover our meals for the trouble…And she said she knew him, right? He obviously can't kill us in the diner, and if Sue knows him he must be okay…

"Mommy! I hungry!"

Jasmine's demand for food snaps me back to reality. I look helplessly at the man sitting across from me, and say, "Excuse me."

I take the knife and fork, and cut up the pancake into small pieces, and decide just to ignore the man sitting across from me. Jasmine tries to take the fork, but I need the excuse to be rude, so I pull it back, and start feeding her.

**Paul POV**

I watch as Bella tends to her kid. The initial shock had for the most part passed. Inhaling my food quickly, I finish, and she's still feeding the kid the pancake tiny piece by tiny piece. It's gonna literally take her forever to finish that. Her own food will get cold.

God, I can't believe I'm sitting here with her. Sam did say it though, fate and all that shit, right? What do I do now? Do I tell her everything? Shit. Fuck that. When girls know about the Imprint shit gets crazy.

I mean if Sam had kept his mouth shut Leah'd still be banging him on the regular, Imprint or not, I knew how Sam had felt about Leah. What he felt for Emily was somehow more imperative, but less real than what he had had with Leah. It was strange, I didn't quite understand it, but something there was off.

Then there was Jared and Kim, Jared tells Kim he'll be whatever she wants him to be, and her response is that she wants to fuck him because she had a crush on him in school, but she doesn't want to lose her current boyfriend. Just utterly beyond fucked. So yeah, why don't I just do this the normal way? Start with a little getting to know you. No mention of the Wolf, and absolutely no mention of Imprinting. It could work. Right?

She has a kid…a fucking kid, what do I do with that? Jesus… just when I think it can't get worse, right? My stripper Imprint has a kid. I'm only twenty fucking years old! I'm not ready to be a dad for fuck's sake! I mean I have a job, I make decent money, but I'm practically a kid myself!

I try to pull myself together. Clearing my throat, I ask, "So, how old is your daughter?"

She looks at me calculatingly, "You wanna know how old she is? Or you wanna know how old I was when I had her? The answer to both is none of your effing business, but I'll oblige. I was seventeen when I got pregnant, eighteen when she was born, I'm nineteen now, she'll be two a couple of months after my twentieth birthday. She is the most important thing in my life."

My mouth opens and it's like I can't stop myself, as I ask, "So how old was she when you decided to pursue a career as an Exotic Dancer?"

To her credit she doesn't blush, or look down. She holds my gaze, and snaps, "She was less than a year old. And I'm a stripper, not an exotic dancer. You think I should be ashamed of that, but I'm not. I do what I have to do to give my baby the absolute best life I can, and I could give a shit what you, or anyone else in this nowhere town think about that."

Mildly, I reply, "I'm twenty. I'll be twenty-one in March. You know, you could get a job anywhere."

She snorts, and replies, "Yeah, I used to work at Newton's Outfitters, the camping store. Stripping pays my monthly bills sometimes in less than one six-hour shift. You know how many hours I woulda had to work hauling camping gear to make that much money?"

Well if you want to get philosophical, we can do that. Smirking slightly, I ask, "So why not just do porn?"

She gapes at me, and sounds totally flustered, as she says, "Are you insane? You don't say the P word in front of a 2 year old! God, if she says that word in front of her grandmother…"

Of course idiot me, my mouth opens, and I say, "I thought your mom was dead?"

Her eyes go wide, and she drops the fork on the table. I'm glad the kid was almost done. Bella undoes the buckle, and has her up out of the seat in a flash. She grabs her purse, and without another word hurries out the door. Shit.

Getting up, I follow her quickly outside, and over to her car, "Bella wait!"

She seems scared now, and I don't blame her. She hurriedly puts the kid in the car, and shuts the door. She goes to get in the drivers seat, and I block her, "Please, just wait."

She looks at me, wide eyed, and starts rambling, "Look, I don't know who you are, or why you know things you could not possibly know, but I'm leaving now. Please, just leave me alone, and if you have to hurt me or god forbid rape me, please just don't do it where my daughter can see."

I take a step back and hold my hands up, "Look you want the truth, I'll tell you the God's honest truth, but please, just listen."

I wait a minute, and she doesn't get in the car, so I continue, "Look, I saw you the other night at your job, and I couldn't get you out of my mind. I badgered my friend Sam Uley who was the groom at the bachelor party that night, into finding out who you were because it was his brother's fault we didn't get to stay. Sam knows Dami, the bouncer at the bar, the two of them go way back. Anyways, so Sam called Dami yesterday and asked him if he could help me connect with you."

She looks pissed now, and she mutters, 'Fucking really Dami?', under her breath.

Not wanting her to get mad at him, I continue, "It wasn't his fault, he didn't know I was on the line listening. He told Sam no. Said it wasn't a good idea, that you wouldn't want to meet a guy from the bar like that. Sam pushed, and Dami snapped at him. Told Sam that he was the only one in the world you had watching out for you, that you had had a rough life. He told Sam about your parent's and said that you had had it rough enough without some asshole thinking you were an easy score because of where you worked. He told Sam to stay away from you."

She looks a little calmer now, so I go on, "Look, when I sat down at your table I had no idea who you were. Obviously your real hair is different from your stage hair. I had no idea who you were, that's why when I looked up and realized it was you I acted like a slack jawed moron. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to scare you. Or offend you. I can't say I'm not usually this much of a jerk because sometimes I am, but it wasn't my intention to be a jerk to you."

She sighs, thinking for a minute, before muttering, 'I'm probably going to regret this', under her breath, and then saying, "Okay, I believe you. I'm sorry I freaked out, though I think I was at least partially justified. Look, the kid and I were going grocery shopping. If you want, you can tag along. I just want to be really clear about two things. First, I want you to know that I NEVER do this kind of thing. I don't date guys from the bar, I don't speak to guys from the bar with the exception of when they are IN the bar. Second, my child is first and foremost the MOST important thing in my life. She will ALWAYS be my first priority. If you ever do anything to hurt her, or anything to hurt me in front of her, I will hunt you down and kill you. Slowly. Are we clear?"

I nod slowly, "Yes, we are crystal. I understand, and accept that, wouldn't have it nay other way. I just have one question."

She quirks an eyebrow at me, "Okay, what?"

Giving her a duh look, I ask, "What's her name?"

She smiles slightly, "Her name's Jasmine. Jasmine Olivia Swan. I'm Bella Swan."

I give her the duh look again, and smile sheepishly, "I know your name. I'm Paul by the way, Paul Dixon."