Tired and watching Next Great Baker… enough said.

Disclaimer: SM can spend every waking hour writing, I can barely write for 5, so my stories as not as good as hers…but enjoy anyway!

Mia POV:

"Paul!" I pulled the towel higher up, and tried to hide how hard I was trying to keep my stomach covered.

"Wow, looking hot Mia." He whistled. The fucking bastard whistled!

"Wow, looking like an ass, Paul." I rolled my eyes, and opened the door to my room, trying to get away from his gaze. As I walked into the room, I almost dropped my clothes, but I thanked god that I hadn't, because the jackass didn't get the clue.

"Mia, it's a compliment. Take it." He leaned against the door jam, looking me up and down. Shit, did he notice the bump? I doubt it. I sat down on the bed, keeping my clothes to my stomach. From what I could tell, I was hiding my baby bump well.

"Paul, it was an insult. Fuck off." I rolled my eyes, and tried to figure out how I could get him out of the room. Sooner or later, I would just have to force him out. But I couldn't do that in a towel, while trying to hide my bump. Or maybe I could…

He shook his head, then looked down the hallway, like someone was talking to him. Turning back to me, his expression had changed. "Sorry, I did it again." He looked down at the floor.

Well that changed quickly. I couldn't help myself. "Did what?"

"Being a pig headed jackass." He still didn't look up.

I couldn't help myself. I stood up, ran over to him, and gave him a hug. One handed of course, the other hand still covering my stomach.

Pulling back, he was smiling a bright, jackass smile at me. It was then that I realized what I had done. Idiot! Now he thinks you like him! What the fuck were you thinking? Damn, I'm sure glad that voice is still around.

I yelped, pushed him back, and slammed the door, locking it quickly. Placing my back against the door, I slid down, looking at my clothes. "Mia! Let me back in." I could tell he wanted to talk it out, but I couldn't trust myself. Not after that.

"Paul…" Don't open the door, don't open the door. The voice was right. "Just go." I felt tears sting my eyes, and I wiped they away angrily. Why the hell am I upset about this? I barely knew him!

Getting to my feet, I listened to see if he was still there. I heard nothing, so I quickly shut the blinds, and got dressed in pajama's, covered with a baggy sweat shirt.

Paul's POV:

She hugged me. My imprint hugged me! I was like a damn teenaged girl, doing a fucking happy dance in my head. It was going great, until she yelped, and pushed me out of the room. To top it off, she locked me out.

I tried to get her to let me back in, but I failed. I didn't want to leave, so I leaned against the wall, across from her door. I sunk down, and just sat there, hoping she would open the door. God this sucked.

After an hour of just sitting there, I heard all the movements in her room stop, and her breathing evened out. She was asleep, and I was still in the hall. All I wanted to do was curl up next to her, hug her to me as she slept, and never let go.

Suddenly, I felt a pillow hit me in the head. I pulled it down and glared at the direction it came from. Jake. "What is your problem?" I made sure to whisper. No way in hell I was about to wake up Mia.

"Hit the couch." he glared at me, and then looked at Mia's room. "Unless you are going to sleep on the ground." I lifted my eyebrows, as if asking if I could. He rolled his eyes and growled lightly. "Hit the couch, jackass."

Nodding, I got up and walked over to the couch, threw the pillow on it, and sat. Billy wheeled over to me, and sighed. "Paul, I know about you and Mia."

I gave him a short nod, and watched as Sarah walked in. She looked as happy as if Jacob had been the one to imprint. I gave her a small smile, and hers nearly blinded me.

"We were thinking, since you have problems with your folks at home…" Damn, my life at home did suck. My mom being an alcoholic, and my dad being abusive to her, it was hard to keep my cool and not to phase. "And since Mia is your imprint…" He rubbed the back of his neck.

Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck lovingly, and picked up where he left off. "We just want to let you know that you are always welcome here, and if you want to sleep on the couch, so you can just relax, and be near Mia, then you are welcome to." She smiled, and I smiled at her brightly back. I could be near Mia everyday now.

"Thank you." I laid down on the couch, and watched them leave, turning off the lights as they went. Sam was letting me have a week off from patrols so that I could try to get closer to Mia, but if I fucked up in school, and when my week is up, then I get regular patrols again. A week off, man that rocked.

Closing my eyes, I fell asleep smiling, thinking about the angle in the other room. Mia, my Mia. That just sounds right.

At two o'clock in the morning, I woke to hear a scream, and heard Mia's heartbeat speed up. Was someone in her room? What the fuck is going on?

I jumped up and ran to her door. Jacob was there, which caused me to growl at him, and I heard Billy and Sarah getting up. I looked at Jacob. "Go tell your parents it's okay, I'm going to handle this." I growled.

He glared at me, but nodded and went into his parent's room. I reached for the door knob, but it was locked. Fuck. I gently knocked. "Mia? Come on, let me in…" I tried to be calm, but I have a sinking feeling that it wasn't working.

As I expected, she didn't open the door. But her heart was still racing, and I could hear her panting for breath. Shit, I had to get in there.

Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out a credit card and slid it between the door frame and the door, and threw the door open. She was sitting straight up, the blankets pooled around her stomach and waist, and her hair was plastered to her face with sweat. Fear just radiated off of her.

When I opened the door, she looked at me and yelped. Then she seemed to realize who I was and sighed, looking at her hands. "Sorry, did I wake you?" Her voice was a scared whisper, of course.

I fought to keep my pace human speed as I got to her side and sat at the edge of her bed, looking at her closely. Her breathing had slowed, but it was still faster than I would have liked. "Mia, what happened?"

She turned to me, and I could see tears running down her face, and I fought to wipe them away, knowing that probably wasn't best for the situation at hand. She shook her head and looked down at her hands. "Just a nightmare."

Hug her, you idiot! Right now! She needs comfort, and you can give it. Stupid, jackass voice in my head. I couldn't fight it. I pulled her into a hug.

She leaned into it for a moment, then pushed away. "No, it's too soon." She started to cry harder, and pulled her knees to her chest, and buried her face in her knees.

I gently rubbed her back, knowing that was probably the only comfort I could her. But at least I was helping, or so I hoped.