Hello my lovelies! I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long. Between baby sitting, my computer breaking down, writers block, and my grandma being in the hospital I haven't had a chance to update. I love writing this story but, what I love most is you guys' reviews, follows, and favorites. It means the world to me so thank you so much! I went back reread the other chapters and I realized the time line is off because I originally said that it was September but, that doesn't make since in September Edward leaves and this story is supposed to be in between the end of New Moon and the beginning of Eclipse so if we could just pretend that this story really started in March that would be amazing. Thank you so so so much for working with me on this. Love you all!

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A Bed to Share

Bella's POV

Charlie was mad, furious actually but, his rage was quickly soothed over after I told him I broke it off with Edward. He gave me a suspicious look, eyeing me to make sure I wasn't going to burst into a fit of tears but, I smiled brightly and this seemed to satisfy him to the point of telling me that I'm no longer grounded. He went to bed with a smile on his face, one that crinkles the edges of his eyes. That smile, I see very rarely but, when I do I'm reminded of why I love him so much and why he's so important to me.

He went up stairs 30 minutes ago and I started hearing his snoring 10 minutes ago. I've been sitting here in the kitchen, debating on whether to go upstairs and sleep or eat first since, I didn't eat at Em's. The trouble with both is, that they required me getting up from my chair, which has magically become comfortable in my drowsiness. I continue to sit, doing nothing, until my hunger turns ravenous and my decision is forced. I quietly stand up and lazily walk to the fridge, hoping the light and cold will wake me up.

After I realize that the fridge holds nothing promising I settle for a pop tart, and put it in the toaster. I let my mind wonder and a smile creeps onto my face as I think of Paul. I think of seeing him so handsome at Emily's, surrounded by his brothers, eagerly awaiting their food. Paul! God, I must be the worst imprint ever, he's got to be starving my now.

I rush to the door and quickly slip on my coat and shoes before, stepping out into the night. I hold my coat closer to me as I walk further from the house, straining my eyes to see anything.

"Paul." I call out in a hushed way.

"Paul!" I call out again and for a split second I wonder if he went home but, I know would feel it. Feel a deep aching in my chest, that would tell me that we are entirely to far away from each other. Strong warm arms encircle my waist and jump before realizing it's the exact pair of arms I've been missing. His body presses against mine and I feel like I can finally breathe the right way. His breath washes over my neck and the side of my cheek making my knees weak but, I came out here for a reason.

"Are you hungry?" I ask. Paul chuckles and turns me around to face him.

"I'm always hungry." I smile and roll my eyes. That was a stupid question. He leans down and kisses my lips before, trailing more kisses across my cheek and up to my ear.

"But, what I'm really hungry for is you." I moan just at the thought but, try to gather myself quickly. I make a little distance between us and I gave him a look. I can tell he knows I'm struggling with keeping my panties on and doesn't push. We walk into the house and I take off my shoes and coat again, while he makes himself at home sitting in the same spot I was in.

"What do you want to eat? Other then me." I give him a playful wink and he laughs weakly.

"Watcha got?"

"Umm... I have some left over lasagna." He nods slowly looking really tired. I quietly pull the food out of the fridge, and put it in the microwave. I then go to the toaster and pull out my, now cold, pop tart

and sit down across from Paul.

"Why are you so far away?" He asks me sleepily. I shrug before standing up and taking my proper place in his lap. Paul props his head up on my shoulder and slips his arms around my waist securing me to his lap. I lean into him and slowly continue to eat my pop tart, loving the peace of the moment, even though the butterflies in my stomach are going crazy.

"What's that taste like?" I give a weird sounding laugh since my mouth is full, and try to swallow so I can answer.

"You know what a pop tart tastes like."

"Yeah but, I want to know what your pop tart taste like."

"I'm warming up a whole plate of lasagna for you. You can wait one more minute for your food." He gives me puppy dog eyes but, I hold strong.

"No, absolutely not." He makes his eyes bigger, jutting out his lower lip dramatically, and I cave with a fake huff. How can I say no to that face? I break off a piece for him but, make sure it's mostly the bland crust part and pop it into his awaiting mouth.

The microwave goes off and I jump up not wanting Charlie to wake up. Carefully taking out the hot plate, I put it on the table in front of him and grab a pop from the fridge and give that to him too. I sit across from him again and stare, taking in all his features. He looks back at me and smiles, making me melt and get butterflies again. In an instant his eyebrows scrunch in confusion and then he relaxes. I give him a questioning look but, don't say anything.

"This is amazing babe."

"Thank you." I start observing him again and see it in his face how tired he is, which makes me wonder when the last time he slept was.

"Babe, do you want to sleep here tonight?" I ask, as he takes another bite. He looks at me a little surprised and shakes his head no.

"Boo, need to sleep and I'm the same size as your bed." I wave him off and look at him sternly.

"You look exhausted, and it makes no sense running all the way back now."

"You think I was going to leave you, and go home?" Paul looks at me like I'm crazy and I give the same look back to him. He takes his plate to the sink and rinses it out before putting it away with the rest, then chugs the remaining pop and throws the can in the trash.

"Then where were you going to sleep?" I ask, concerned.

"Outside." He says as he sits back down.

"Outside. Are you crazy?"

"I want you to be comfortable." He says. I shake my head at him and get out of my seat, squeezing myself in between Paul and the table, straddling him. A mischievous grin is placed on his handsome face, as I kiss a trail from the corner of his mouth to his ear before sucking the flesh between my teeth and nibbling on it. He moans quietly and I smile.

"I'd be more comfortable if you stayed." I whisper, then pull back, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands settle on my hips, driving me crazy and making it hard to concentrate.

"Please?"

"Are you sure baby?" His eyes search mine, looking for something but, I'm not sure what.

"Yeah, why are you not sure?"

"I just don't want you to feel like you have too."

"Babe, I asked you, you didn't ask me."

"I know but, you're so special to me and I don't want you to feel like you have to because of my past." It suddenly all clicks and I see his hesitation.

"I'm asking you to come upstairs, and share my bed, because I'm worried about how much sleep your getting not, because I feel like I need to do something. This is strictly sleep, not sex. But, I want you to know that when that happens, I'm doing it because I love you and want to share that with you, not for any other reason." Paul gently cups my face with his hands kisses me, slow and sensual, as if thanking me. We pull back and lean our foreheads together, both breathing hard.

"Come on, lets get some sleep." I say as I stand up, trying my best to pull him up with me. We quietly make our way to my room and I close the door behind us, flipping on the light. Paul looks around and smiles.

"What?" I ask.

"It fits." He says, as he lays on the bed making himself comfortable.

"What does?" I ask again. I pull out a pair of sweat pants from my dresser, not caring about my shirt.

"Your room. It fits you, I like it." I smile, then give Paul a look trying to tell him to turn around but, he looks at me smugly and just waits for me to start undressing.

"Turn around."

"Nope." He answers back.

"Ugh, fine stare at my ass I'm too tired to care." I say as I start unbuttoning my jeans and kick them off, quickly throwing them into the dirty clothes. I pull on the sweats and turn around to see Paul staring at my ceiling like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

"You know I didn't think my ceiling was that interesting. What happened to staring at my ass?" I ask as I turn off the light and lay down next to him under the covers.

"I didn't think you would, actually change in front of me." He looks at me humor shining clear in his eyes.

"I didn't think you'd actually look away." We both laugh quietly to ourselves but, Paul's warm and sleep is tugging at my consciousness. He kisses my head and wraps a protective arm around my waist, and I snuggle into him, feeling completely safe.

"I love you." I mumble, through the sleep that's over taking me.

"I love you more." Is the last thing I hear before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

I hope you liked it. Kinda a filler chapter but, I love how they are with each other. Next chapter should be up soon. Again sorry for taking so long with this chapter. Love you all!

XOXOX~ Purecreation97