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Chapter Four
It didn't take long for the kids to figure out the person who wasn't normally part of their lives. Ophelia, shy as always, hid herself behind her brother who was staring at Paul with clear interest. It wasn't often that they met new people, other than their teacher at school.
"Who are you?" Blaise asked, not rudely, but extremely curiously, cocking his head to one side.
Paul looked at me nervously, and I knew what he was silently asking me. "Kids, this is your daddy."
They stared up at Paul in shock, wonder written over their faces. I could tell immediately that Blaise saw him as his hero already. Paul moved in front of them, squatting down so that he was eye to eye with them.
"What's your name buddy?" He asked his voice deep and calm, unlike the hostile Paul that everyone knew so well.
Blaise's mouth curved into an awed smile, "I'm Blaise and that's my little sister. I'm older than her." He said proudly.
Paul smiled, his eyes moving to Ophelia. I could tell immediately that she was going to turn into a daddy's girl, "And what's your name sweetie?" I had never imagined Paul being so natural with kids.
Ophelia smiled shyly, "I'm Ophelia Rose but everyone just calls me Ophelia. He," She said, pointing at Blaise, "may be older than me but I've read more books then he has."
"That's because there are more girl books." Blaise protested, crossing his arms grumpily.
Ophelia brightened suddenly, her shyness forgotten, "Daddy, you have to listen to us read!" She said excitedly.
I smiled, nudging the two towards their room, "Why don't you both go pick out a book to read?"
They were scattering to their room before I had even finished. Paul straightened up, his eyes following the little children as they disappeared into the other room before they returned to me.
Before he had the chance to speak I said quickly, "I'll book a time in with Carlisle for the tests to be done."
Once again he didn't get a chance to respond, the rest of the pack and the Cullens re-entering after seeing that we, well I, wasn't trying to kill Paul.
"So where are these little kids?" Embry asked his eyes bright with excitement.
My eyes narrowed and him and Quil, "If you two even think about playing that hostage game with my children I will get Emmett to beat the living hell out of you. Got it?"
The two werewolves looked over at Emmett, who flexed his muscles dangerously. Even though they are werewolves they weren't stupid enough to try and take on Emmett. Quickly they nodded their heads.
Shaking my head I looked to Sam, completely calm as if I had never threatened two of his pack. "How's Emily been?" I asked politely, remembering the kind woman.
At the mention of his imprints name Sam's eyes became glazed with love and adoration, even though the object of his affections wasn't here, "She's good, eight months pregnant with our first child."
I smiled at him, "Congratulations. I suggest that you forget about doing night time patrols because I can tell you now if you leave Emily at night with a screaming baby, I don't think she's going to be too happy with you." I said jokingly.
Sam didn't catch the joke and immediately became worried, "Why? Will something happen?" He asked, somewhat frantically.
I blinked, not used to Sam being so uncollected, "Er…no. I just doubt she's going to want to be the one getting up every night."
Before he could continue with his worries I turned to Jared, "How's Kim?" I asked, remembering the girl that I had become close friends with.
"She's missed you and says 'hi'." Jared said with a smile.
"BLAISE! GIVE IT BACK!" Ophelia screamed, causing the werewolves and vampires to cover their ears at the intensity of her voice.
The two ran into the room, tears streaming down Ophelia's cheeks as she ran after her brother who was carrying her toy bear and her favourite book. Edward caught Blaise before he could run any further and Paul swept Ophelia up into his large arms, cradling her gently against his chest. The little girl buried her head in her father's shoulder and cried.
"Blaise, you know not to take other peoples things." I scolded, gently taking Ophelia's toy and book from him.
He pouted and mumbled a 'sorry' to his little sister, looking guilty when she looked up at him with tears down her face. The whole pack was staring in wonder at the two little kids, their main attention first on Blaise, who resembled their pack brother. Noticing the attention on him Blaise looked up at the tall men, blinking, and then beamed at the attention.
Some turned their attention to Ophelia, who hid herself as much as she could in her father's arms, not liking the attention. Paul kissed her head gently, smiling as she peeked up at Sam and Jared between her fingers. Seeing that Ophelia wasn't hiding the rest of the pack turned to her, one by one, so they didn't scare her while Blaise ran to me. I picked him up, watching as Jacob turned to look at the little girl.
And what happened almost made me have a heart attack.
Jacob's eyes widened dramatically, staring at the little girl in awe and complete adoration. He seemed to realize what had happened and started shaking slightly. Paul, seeing Jacob's reaction, moved back to protect his little daughter. The whole pack watched carefully as Jacob finally calmed, still staring in awe at the little girl.
"Please tell me that didn't just happen." I said weakly, knowing what the look in his eye meant.
Paul was looking wide-eyed at his pack brother, "Jacob, did you just imprint on my daughter?"
Jacob nodded, looking a little pale, "She's so little."
Quil thumped him on the pack, "Welcome to the club mate."
"Can I hold her?" Jacob whispered, completely mesmerized by the three year old.
I wanted to protest but Jacob gave me a pleading look. Weakly I nodded, though I watched them closely. Paul passed her over and into Jacob's large arms. She stared up at her imprint curiously and I tensed, waiting for any sign of distress to take her away from him.
Instead she lifted her second finger and went, "Bop!" giggling happily when Jacob stared at her in shock. She hid her face in her fingers, as though playing peek-a-boo until her previous actions were repeated. I relaxed, knowing that she was comfortable with him though I still worried.
I shook my worried thoughts out of my head as I heard the oven beeping, and both children became excited. "PIZZA!" They cried excitedly.
Ophelia tried to jump out of Jacob's arms but, in a panic, held on firmly and gently lowered her to the ground. Blaise was already sitting up in his seat by the time she came in and she was too small to be able to pull herself up. Large hands grabbed her small waist and helped her onto the seat. Paul smiled at his happy daughter, kissing her head softly and ruffling Blaise's hair as he watched me cut up the pizza.
Jacob had followed us into the kitchen, following after Ophelia like a puppy. As she was waiting for the pizza I could see confusion in her eyes as she stared at the strange man beside her father. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm Jacob." He said softly, smiling at her.
She smiled, satisfied that she now knew the name of the stranger and gave her attention to the warm pizza in front of her. We were silent as the two kids ate and I was surprised that the two werewolves weren't jumping in for the food; they were too busy staring at the sight before them.
"When can we see them next?" Paul asked, never taking his eyes off them.
The insecurity I had felt for bringing Paul into the twins life suddenly vanished, knowing that if things didn't work out between us he would always be there for them. And that was all that mattered.
"You'll have to ask Carlisle; it is their land." I said.
Jacob looked at me, "Why don't you come to La Push?" He asked carefully.
I tensed, wondering when he was going to ask me that, "I can't most of the time because I'm either at work or at school."
"We can always look after them." Jacob suggested eagerly.
Paul jumped in quickly, seeing the look on my face, "When you're more comfortable with it, of course."
Hearing our discussion Carlisle entered with Sam behind him, "If you would like to visit the twins you're welcome any time."
Paul's mouth dropped open in shock, clearly not expecting such an invitation from him, "Are you sure?" He asked.
Carlisle nodded, "You're their father and if Arwene is alright with it then you're more than welcome."
"Thank you." Paul said earnestly.
I didn't know whether to kill Carlisle or thank him.
A/N I know that you may think she's forgiving him too soon but I don't. You're lucky I'm posting again; I'm up to chapter seven (haven't started writing it yet) so I thought I'd be nice. They are taking things slow as you will see in the next few chapters. And just to clarify Arwene will not be seeing someone else although I may have someone chase after her in later chapters but that is undecided. Thanks for all the reviews. Keep it up!