Chapter 9
It's been a couple days since I told Kim about Paul changing his mind about having a baby and I still haven't tried to talk her into having a baby for Jared yet. Luckily, I'm at her house right now getting ready to go to Port Angelos to celebrate July Fourth. I'm running out of time though because Jillian is going to be here soon to join us. And I can't bring the subject up with people around.
"So Kim, I've been thinking," I say casually.
She raises an eyebrow, looking up from sorting through her shoes. "Oh great. What about?"
"Well. You know, it would be pretty cool if we got pregnant around the same time. Then we'd have our kids at the same time and they could grow up together!" I add hopefully.
Kim just rolls her eyes and goes back to choosing which pair of shoes to wear tonight. "Yeah sure. Guess you're never gonna have kids, then."
I sigh, rolling over on her bed. "Come on! Why don't you want kids? They're adorable."
She snorts. "Yeah, when you don't have to deal with them all day." I frown at her until she continues, "Look Ev, I do want kids. And I'm going to have them; just not anytime soon. I love my job and I want to get in a higher position before I even consider kids."
I purse my lips, knowing she has a point. Working at a bank had many opportunities to get a higher job position and salary. You can't really get promoted from teaching except for higher level classes, I guess. But that's not really the same. "I guess, sorry. I promised Jared and Paul I'd at least try."
Kim snorts, shaking her head. "Gosh, he's almost as desperate as you to have a baby."
"Hey!" I protest, throwing one of her throw pillows at her. "That's so not true." I wink at her. "I was way worse."
"Yeah, you've got me there." Then she sighs. "It really sucks though, knowing that he wants one so badly right now and I just don't."
I shrug. Paul could probably sympathize better with her; I don't really know how she's feeling about this. I've never been in that position. "I'm sure he understands."
"Did you understand why Paul didn't want a baby?"
"Once he told me, but his reason was different than yours, and fixable."
"Before he told you, did you?"
I shrug. "Not really. I tried and I tried not to pester him about it but I guess I didn't understand. Or really want to." This probably just makes her feel worse, so I quickly add, "But you've told Jared your reason so I'm sure he understands and is just hoping you'll change your mind."
"Actually," she admits awkwardly, "I haven't told him."
I blink in surprise. "Why not? It's a pretty legitimate reason. You should really tell him. It might make him understand better."
Sighing, she nods. "Yeah. I probably should." Then she pulls herself off the ground and joins me on the bed. "But not tonight. Tonight's supposed to be fun so I'm not going to ruin that."
I smirk. "Your puking probably will anyway."
She sticks her tongue out at me. "Why am I friends with you?"
"Because a long time ago you decided to be nice to me and not completely fake so you have to live with the consequences." After she stops laughing, I suggest half-jokingly, "How about when I have my third kid, if you haven't already had one, you have to have one."
She seems to actually ponder over this which shocks me. I figured she would take it as a joke. Her answer surprises me greatly. "Okay, make sure you remind me."
"Uh, I will," I stumble, slightly confused by her mysterious expression. Does she think I won't ever have three kids of something? Obviously that's a possibility, but Kim's very level-headed and thinks things through most of the time. It makes no sense for her to agree to something like this.
Not that I'm complaining, or anything.
We hear the front door open and then Jillian's voice calls, "I'm here! Are you guys ready to get ready?" A few seconds later, she barges into the room with her dress and shoes in hand and a huge smiles planted on her face.
I laugh, pulling myself off the bed with a groan. "You're the one we've been waiting for."
We do our hair and makeup first before slipping into our dresses. Jillian's dress is pink with a sweetheart neckline and a corset-top. The black bottom ruffles out, dangerously short. Kim's is an itsy bitsy black leather strapless dress. Mine is a red sequined halter dress that falls to mid-thigh.
Once we're all ready, the boys end up coming in the house. They were at my house supposedly getting read. More like watching the game and then throwing on a shirt and khakis. I guess that's how guys get ready though.
After their usual compliments, we all go in our own trucks to Port Angelos. Since the guys can't get drunk, the whole designated driver thing never really matters. "I brought up the baby thing to Kim," I inform Paul as we're driving down the road.
"How'd she take it?"
I laugh, shrugging. "She's definitely not having one anytime soon. She has a pretty good reason, though. I made her promise though if I get pregnant with our third kid, she has to have a baby."
"Third kid?" Paul smirks, chuckling to himself. "We don't even have one yet."
"Well, yeah. But I doubt she would've agreed to one or two." Then I twist sideways in my seat and pout at him. "Does that mean you don't want three kids?"
He wraps his arm around my shoulders. "We can have as many as you want." Then he quickly catches himself. "But we're not having more than four."
"Well I would imagine not!"
"I'm not even sure if one will be able to fit out of you."
"Hey!" I exclaim, smacking him lightly. "That's not nice! It's not my fault I'm small."
"Sorry." He pecks my lips. "Will you forgive me?"
"Maybe." I shrug jokingly, propping my feet up on the dashboard. "So... what are we going to do about the truck?"
He sighs. "Well, I guess we're going to have to sell it and get a car. But we can wait until you're actually pregnant, right?"
I blink in surprise. He loves this truck; I expected him to at least fight a little for it. "Not necessarily." He raises an eyebrow, not getting what I meant. "We have a bunch of money in the bank from gym so it's not like we can only have one vehicle. Plus it'd be easier if we had two vehicles anyway."
"Ev, that's your money. I don't want you to pay for the whole thing."
I laugh, rolling my eyes. "Paul, we're married. It's our money."
He's about to say something but I raise my hand to stop him. "Are you really going out of your way to get rid of your truck? That's very un-Paul-like."
Smirking, he gives in. "Fine, but only 'cause I love my truck."
"More than me?" I pout childishly at him.
"Never."
We arrive in Port Angelos just after Jared and Kim and find a place with three parking spaces. Once Embry and Jill show up, we head to a restaurant to eat. It's packed but it surprisingly doesn't take us that long to get our food and then eat.
There's a club downtown that we usually go to when we go out. It's not the most packed one on the block but there's quite a few more people than we normally find here. Eventually, we find a table and sit down. The dance floor is flooded with people and I have a feeling if you tried you wouldn't be able to walk through it without being snatched.
"I think I'm going to wait to dance," I comment, eying the mass of people warily.
Kim nods but Jillian just smirks. "You two are never any fun until your piss ass drunk," she grumbles.
A waitress comes over to see if we want any drinks. Paul, Embry and Jared order a drink. Jillian orders some drink I've never heard of – which probably would get anybody drunk after just one – and Kim orders a cocktail.
When I order a Kahlua, the waitress smirks condescendingly. "I'll have to see ID, please."
The whole table bursts out laughing which makes my face flush an even brighter red. I'm older than Kim, Jill and Embry yet I still get carded. It's really annoying. Some people may like getting carded but after having it happen to you every time you order a drink, it gets old.
Rummaging through my purse, I find my driver's license. She eyes it before taking it and examining it to make sure it's not fake. Every freaking time. To make it worse, everyone is still laughing. Once she's convinced it isn't fake, she says awkwardly, "Sorry, you just don't look legal."
I shrug. "I'm used to it." As soon as she leaves to get our drinks, I sigh. "One day, I'm not going to get carded and it's going to be a very lovely day."
Paul smirks, pulling me into his side. "You're going to get carded until your thirty; don't fool yourself."
I lean against his chest, kissing his cheek. "Whatever, it just makes you look like a pedophile."
After our drinks come, I barely get a sip out of it before Jillian is dragging me to the dance floor. We aren't there long – mostly because some guys come over to flirt with us so Embry and Paul thankfully come over to get us.
We stay at the table for a while after that... which probably isn't such a good idea. By the time the guys want to go on the dance floor, Kim is already starting to feel sick, Jillian is completely wasted and I'm trying my best not to laugh my ass off at them. I haven't really drank anything since my Kahlua so I'm not really affected that much.
Paul and I start dancing. I lean my head back on his shoulder, stifling a laugh at Jill. She's probably the most amusing drunk ever. Embry's having a hard time containing her from running around, dancing with strangers, dancing on tables... and all that lovely stuff.
Reaching my arms back, I pull his head down to my down to my neck and grind into him harder. I hear him chuckle before he begins kissing and biting at my neck. Eventually I turn around, ripping his lips from my neck and kissing him.
He pulls me closer, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I struggle to continue kissing him and still keep grinding but I manage.
Several songs pass and I need to pull away. I'm really hot, thirsty and out of breath. Sighing, I take a deep breath. Paul takes my hand and leads me back to the table where Kim and Jared are sitting. She looks miserable which just makes me laugh.
"You really can't handle liquor," I tease, grabbing her water and taking a sip out of it.
She narrows her eyes at me before swatting and taking her drink back. "Shut up. You have no idea how much this hurts."
"Don't you dare complain about pain, Missy, I broke my freaking leg, wrist and sprained my ankle at the same time." Paul cringes but I ignore him; It was so long ago. "So don't complain about how much pain it is to drink two drinks," I joke.
She rolls her eyes, but it works and she laughs. "Fine. But as soon as you leave I'm going to complain again."
"Then you're going to have to wait a while. I'm tired." I glance at my watch and sigh; Jill will never leave us alone if we leave this early.
"She's so wasted she wouldn't even know if we left," Kim hints.
I smirk. "Embry would tell her the second she asked. He's not exactly loyal to us."
Paul orders up another drink. I do too. And a couple more as the hours go by. Surprisingly, Jillian finally wants to go home. When Paul and I are driving home, I sigh and lean across the cab onto his shoulder.
"I'm tired," I whine.
He smirks. "And drunk."
"I am not!" I protest, giggling.
"You may think you aren't but you really are, babe."
"If I'm drunk, you're drunk, too." I start kissing his neck which he doesn't object to. Until he starts getting distracted and he pulls over to the side of the highway. Sighing, he sets me in the passenger seat and buckles me up.
"Why don't you want me this much when you're sober?" he teases, pecking my lips. "Or just to tease me 'cause you're on your period."
I just giggle again, trying to pull him back over to me. I pout when I fail and he starts driving again. "You're a meany."
He smirks. "You're a cutie."
I glare, folding my arms over my chest. He just laughs.
We get home shortly after and he helps me out of the truck. "I can walk by myself; I'm not drunk."
Laughing, he let's go of me. "All right, you walk by yourself then."
I get two steps before I stumble. Luckily he hadn't gone too far away from me and catches me. He throws me over his shoulder, chuckling. "All right, honey, let's get you to bed before you kill yourself."
"Jerk!" I yell, squirming on his shoulder.
