I own nothing apart from Arwene, Blaise, Ophelia Rose and the plot

I own nothing apart from Arwene, Blaise, Ophelia Rose and the plot!!

Chapter Seven

We stayed in that position for little over a few minutes, startled out of our moment by Sam who coughed loudly to get our attention. We jumped away from each other, and in the process I ended up stumbling back a few steps and into something hard and unnaturally warm. I tilted my head up and found myself looking up at a smirking Jacob who wrapped an arm over my shoulder.

"You should really watch where you're going." He teased.

I elbowed him in the ribs even though I knew he couldn't feel it, "Shut up." I muttered, shrugging out of his grasp.

"Can we say goodbye to them?" Paul asked, his eyes lingering in the direction of the twins bedroom.

I nodded, "Ophelia, Blaise come here please." I called.

There was a small thud and then the sound of small feet scrambling across wooden floors which caught our attention. A second later they emerged, beaming at the two werewolves. Blaise went straight to Paul, allowing his tall father to lift him into his arms.

"What's going on?" Blaise asked immediately, Ophelia waiting curiously for Paul's answer, sitting comfortably in her imprint's arms with her little arms wrapped around his neck and her head resting on his chest, unable to reach his shoulder even when lifted.

Paul smiled sadly at the little boy, "We have to go now…"

"NO!" They both cried, each holding on tighter.

Jacob looked pained as did Paul, "We're going to see you tomorrow." Paul said reassuringly.

Ophelia sniffed, peeking up from where she had buried her head in Jacob's chest, "You promise? Pinkie promise?" She asked seriously.

Paul looked at me and when I nodded my head in consent he smiled back at his daughter, "I promise."

Despite his promise of returning with Jacob the twins both burst into hysterical tears. Paul murmured reassuring things to Blaise while Jacob panicked at seeing his tiny imprint so distressed so I gently took her out of his arms, rubbing soothing circles on her back and when she ha clamed, gave her once more to Jacob for a final hug before passing her to Paul. Blaise tugged on my arm, lifting his arms up pleadingly and I picked him up.

As I watched my children cry I realized how I had always hoped that they would never had to meet him because I knew that when they did, they would become attached. It was too soon for us to live near him or with him and I certainly wasn't going to let them stay with him without me. I couldn't handle that.

Paul looked at me, looking at the point of distress when Emmett appeared, gently taking the little girl out of her father's arms. Ophelia cried harder but remained with Emmett. Jacob and Paul turned and disappeared into their cars and the little kids waved as they drove away, still sniffling. I carried Blaise inside while Emmett took Ophelia. Both of them were already in their pyjamas and after such an emotional day I took them straight to bed.

I kissed them each on the forehead and whispered, "Goodnight" before leaving them in peace. I thanked the Cullens, especially Bella, for their help today and went straight to bed, emotionally and mentally exhausted.

When I woke I felt two warm bundles either side of me. I looked around and found my little babies curled up at my side. I was so relieved it was still the weekend, flopping back onto my pillow and going back to sleep. I was in the midst of a strange dream when I heard a small gasp and a squeal. Tiredly I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at Paul. Ophelia was already in his arms and Blaise remaining curled at my side. I smiled down at him, brushing the hair out of his eyes and kissing him on the head.

"What's going on?" I asked him as I picked Blaise up and headed out to the kitchen with him following.

He smiled nervously at me, "I said I was going to see them today so I came to see if you had anything planned."

My breath caught in my throat and I hoped desperately that he wasn't going to ask taking them somewhere without me, "What did you have in mind?" I wasn't going to let myself overreact; I would listen to what he had to say. I told myself this as I put the usual four pieces of toast on, grabbing the orange juice out of the fridge after and pouring three glasses.

Paul studied my reaction, "It's a good day out so I was wondering if you were too busy to take a visit to the park?"

Okay, I admit it; I was relieved that he wasn't trying to do things by himself. It wasn't that I didn't trust him…well I didn't really. It's just that he's only just met them and he has no clue about parenting. "No, I'm not doing anything. You kids love the park, don't you?"

Both of them nodded enthusiastically, waiting patiently for their toast which I received a polite 'thank you mummy,' from both of them when I slid their plates in front of them.

He beamed at them and at me, "Great, I've got lunch prepared…"

"You mean Emily got lunch prepared." I cut in, amused. Some things didn't change.

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, "I brought the blanket."

I looked up at him, feeling weak at the intensity in his eyes as he looked at me. "All you need left is to kidnap me." I joked weakly, aware that the kids had run of to their room.

It was just me and him now.

Paul stepped closer, our bodies close to touching and I could feel the warmth coming from him like always, but neither got a word out. I blinked, realizing how close his face was to mine and I stepped back, grabbing a bowl and preparing my breakfast. I could feel Paul's eyes watching me sadly and before the kids returned he spoke.

"How can we make this work if you want even come near me?" He asked quietly.

Anger flared inside of me and my head snapped up to meet his eyes, "For God sake Paul we only just figured things out yesterday." I snapped, "I may be your imprint and I may have your children but I am not rushing this."

He lowered his head, breaking eye contact, "I'm sorry Arwene." He said sincerely, looking back up, "I don't want you to think that I'm trying to rush you. I just missed you so much."

"Well whose fault is that?"

I closed my eyes as I heard his sharp intake of breath, "I deserved that." He said quietly, "What I did to you was inexcusable and I'm so sorry."

"It doesn't matter." I muttered, pushing past him and found the kids playing happily with Emmett and Jasper.

"Are we going now mommy?" Ophelia asked enthusiastically.

Blaise beamed, "Yeah, I want to go to the park!"

I laughed, "Yes, we're going. Let's go."

They bolted out to the car but stopped when they got off the porch, looking between cars confused. I looked at Paul worriedly; were we driving separately or in one car? He smiled and ushered us towards his car.

"Is Jakey going to be there?" Ophelia asked once we were all in the car.

Paul looked at her in the review mirror, amused by her nickname for the giant werewolf, "He's going to come a bit later."

Ophelia smiled and sat back in her seat contently. I didn't know whether to be worried or not about her spending time with Jacob. Imprint or not I knew the dangers; I lived with the result of that danger. I didn't want that for my daughter. I wanted her to be safe and not to have the worries of being with a werewolf hanging on her.

Yet I knew Jacob would protect her, keep her safe from dangers and I knew his control was strong. The fact that I knew my daughter was going to have someone who will love her unconditionally eased my mind. Now all I had to worry about was Blaise.

"What's wrong?"

I jumped, looking over at Paul who was watching me worriedly, "Hm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just thinking." At his questioning look I sighed, "Jacob imprinting on Ophelia."

Paul looked at me curiously, "What do you think about it?"

I shrugged, "At least we won't have to go through the stress of her dating."

Paul looked at me incredulously, "No, she's just going to be with a werewolf because that's so much better." He said sarcastically. "Do you realize what's going to happen once she turns sixteen? He's going to start dating her." Paul looked horrified by this thought, "Maybe I should've told him twenty one." He muttered.

I looked at him in amusement, "What? Why will they start dating when she's sixteen?"

He blushed, squirming in his seat, "I kind of told him that she's off-limits for dating until she's sixteen. It's the same rule that Quil has to follow with Claire."

I laughed, "He's going to regret ever agreeing to that."

"Mummy, are we there yet?" Blaise asked impatiently, peering out the window.

"We're here." Paul confirmed, parking the car and before Blaise could unbuckle his seat belt Paul was at his side, helping him and holding him firmly so he couldn't run off.

I hopped out, getting Ophelia out of the car and carrying her over to a small park table where we had a clear view of the play ground. The kids ran of to play on the equipment while Paul bought the food over and we set up. After he pulled out the blanket and sat down on it, watching the kids play. At some point I ended up between Paul's legs with my back pressed against his chest, his arms around my waist and we continued to watch our children.

"They don't get to come here often." I said quietly, watching with happiness as they giggled and ran around.

Paul gently combed his fingers through my loose long hair, "Why?"

I sighed, "I'm always so busy with either work or school. Sundays are my only day off and what we do vary on how tired or how much homework I have."

He didn't say anything but I could feel the guilt rolling of him in waves. I didn't regret telling him what I had; he needed to know just how hard it has been. We both turned our heads away from the twins as we heard a car pull up. We smiled when Jacob bounded over to us, flopping down next to us on the blanket.

"How was work?" Paul asked smirking at Jacob's tired groan.

"I'm exhausted. Who knew being a cop would be so tiring?" He complained.

I looked at him in amazement, "You're a cop?" I asked incredulously.

He nodded proudly, "Charlie got me a job when he saw me moping because of Bella. He told me work would keep my mind of things." He said lightly.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "If I find out your still pining after Bella while you're with my daughter I will beat the…"

"I'm not pining after Bella, Arwene." Jacob said rolling his eyes.

A high squeal caught our attention and our heads whipped around to find Ophelia running towards us. Jacob stood, smiling and picked her up when she ran to him. She squealed wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

"Jakey, you have to come push me on the swing." Ophelia insisted, squirming out of Jake's arms and pulling him towards the swings.

We watched as Jacob pushed little Ophelia on the swing, though he looked worried as he pushed her higher and higher. But she was laughing happily and that kept him going. Blaise, looking a little dejected at the attention his little sister was receiving and not him, came to sit with us.

"What's the matter buddy?" Paul asked, concerned that something was wrong.

Blaise shrugged but didn't say anything, staring grumpily at the sight of his happy sister without him. Paul noticed where his attention was and stood, holding out his hand for his son.

"Why don't you show me how to make a sand castle?" Paul suggested.

Blaise brightened immediately, jumping to his feet and dragging his father to the sand pit. I smiled, watching as father and son played in the light sand with each other. Ophelia was happy letting Jake push her. I stood, serving up some of the sandwiches that Emily had prepared and when everything was ready I called out to them.

"Lunch is ready."

Paul and Jacob immediately perked up at the thought of food, grabbing the child with them and running to it. They were patient, however, as I handed the twins food to them first and then I gave them theirs. Naturally they had about ten sandwiches each and I shuddered at the amount of time Emily would have put in to preparing them.

When we were all finished it was, unfortunately, time to go. Dark clouds loomed above us and the wind had picked up. I didn't want me or the kids to catch a cold and I promised them we would return another day.

In the car neither me nor Paul spoke, that was until we got back into the house. The twins ran inside immediately, while we followed slowly. Paul looked nervous, something I was becoming used to.

"What are you doing next Friday night?" He asked uncertainly when we reached the door.

I skipped ahead to that day and shook my head, "Nothing; I finish work at about five but that's it. Why?" My heart began to beat faster, wondering what he was going to ask me although I had a fairly good idea.

He smiled, "How would you like to go on a date?" He asked quietly.

"I'd like that."

He beamed, "Great, I'll pick you up at seven? Or would you prefer earlier?" He asked worriedly.

"Seven's fine but I can't be out too late."

He came in and said goodbye to the twins, promising he'd see them soon and gave me a breath taking smile as he returned to his car and drove off.

Once again I couldn't wait for Friday.

A/N I hoped you all liked this chapter. I'm hoping to have this story finished and then I will either post a Jared/Kim or Jacob/OC. I will eventually be posting one for Jacob/Ophelia but I don't have any ideas yet. There's a poll up on what story to do next. Please vote and keep reading and reviewing.