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"Thank you, Sandy!" I yelled out the car window as Paul drove off.
"I'm glad you like my mom, I can see she really like you." Paul said, lacing our fingers while driving to Emily's.
I sighed and nodded my head in agreement. Paul looked at me questionably, and I sighed once more.
"I don't want you to leave." I said, my voice cracking. Paul pulled over, knowing where this was going. "Damn it, Paul!" I yelled, tears running down face. "I just got you, I can't lose you now!" I sobbed. Paul engulfed my in a hug, comforting me the best he could. "I don't know what I would do if you – if you didn't come back."
"Don't think like that, I will come back." Paul tried to convince me, well, both of us.
"Can you promise that?" I whispered, already knowing the answer. He didn't say anything, just held me closer. "Paul," I pulled back, and looked at him. "I love you." I told him truthfully, it was the first time I said it, too. "I love you so damn much! And if you don't come back, I wont be able to live without you, I'd kill my-"
Paul crushed his lips to mine. My mouth instinctively opened, allowing him access to explore and take over. Tears were still running down my face and, keeping up with the kiss, Paul wiped them away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and used my strength to push my body up so I was now straddling him on the driver's side. He groaned as my hips moved with the speed of the kiss. I grabbed the lever from the chair and pushed it all the way down so he was now laying comfortably and I leaning over him.
God, what the fuck am I doing? I asked myself.
We didn't stop the kiss, just slowed it down until we were both in control of ourselves. I released his lips from mine and enjoyed the soft, loving, kisses Paul trailed down my neck.
"If you don't get over to your side right now I will drive us to my mother's, sneak into my room, and take you for myself." He gasped out.
I laughed, situating myself in the passenger's seat and pushing down the skirt that somehow rode up. Paul laughed to himself quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"What?" I asked.
"One, I can't believe we almost got it on in my truck, where anybody that passed by could have seen. And two," He smiled, grabbing my face in his hands. "I love you."
I rolled my eyes and placed my hands over his, "You didn't need to tell me. I already knew."
"You can never let me have a moment, woman." He joked, starting the car again.
"Paul, you gotta promise me something." I said suddenly. "I'm not going to make you promise me you will come back, because I know you can't keep that." But I wish you could. "I need you to promise me that you will try your fucking hardest to come back to the pack, to your mom,to me!" I stressed the 'me' part.
By this time we were already parked in front of Emily's, it was getting dark and it was already six. The pack was leaving at seven, so I only had one more our with him.
"Jae-Lee," he started seriously, "The only reason why I walk on this earth is because you exist. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to come back, but I will not leave my pack. I'll help them to death, we all would."
"Thank you, Paul." I smiled, getting out of the car.
When we entered Emily's living room I almost cried at the scene in front of me. Emily was cuddled up in Sam's lap, tears streaming down her face as he tried his best to comfort her. Bella and Kim were disasters, having their imprinters in a choke hold as they cried their eyes out. Seth, Embry, Quil, and Leah were outside practicing fighting moves in wolf form. I turned, not wanting to be reminded of the fight.
Paul's arm wrapped around my waist as he pushed us to the only available couch. I didn't want to have another break down, at least not in front of Paul, so I clapped my hands to get everyone's attention.
"Girls, meeting in the kitchen, now!" I ordered, getting to my feet and marched into the kitchen. Once they were all here, teary eyed and sniffing, I started. "You guys don't even get the stupidity of your actions!" There were three low growls from the living room, which I knew was Jacob, Sam, and Jared. "Oh, shut the fuck up!"
The girls looked surprised so I started at a level where they all would understand. "Do you want your men to go into battle thinking of your crying faces." They all shook their heads no. "Well that's what you're doing! You're crying your freaking asses off when you should be spending quality time together. Having fun! Because you, not even I, know if this is our last time." Now, that statement even brought tears to my eyes.
"Go the hell out their and make the best of the hour you have left!" They nodded, tears still evident in their eyes but they looked a whole lot better. "Paul!" I called, he was at my side in an instance, smiling. "Let's go to the beach."
"Okay, I'll go get the care, babe." Paul said, about to leave.
"No," I stopped him, grabbing his hand. "I want to walk."
The walk to the beach took only five minutes. The air was cold, but I luckily had my Paul to warm me up. His arm was around my shoulders, holding me as tight to his body as he could. My arm wrapped around his waist, never wanted to let go.
We sat on a big rock near the water, watching the waves. We only had about forty five minutes left with each other, and I was going to use that to the last minute. I rested my head on his shoulder and he laid his head on mine.
"When I was seven I broke my arm." I said out of the blue. "My parents were in Italy at the time, and I was staying with the nanny they hired. I wanted to go to the park but she didn't want to go. I basically told her that she was getting paid to do as I pleased so she better take me.
"She wouldn't budge, and I was a stubborn kid so I went anyway. No one was at the park at the time and I tried playing on the monkey bars. I slipped and landed on my arm. I cried all the way to the nanny's, with one look at me she rushed me to the emergency room.
"That night she called my parents, expecting me to be punished because I didn't obey her rules. They fired her, and shipped me out there with them."
I laughed, thinking how foolish I was at the time and how that nanny got hell. Paul's shoulders shook, but not the angry-about-to-phase shake, it was from laughter. I rolled my eyes as he got into a full blown fit of roaring laughter.
"Come on, Paul. I bet you have some funny stories of your own." I said, pushing him lightly with my shoulder.
"Of course I do." I looked up at him, expecting to hear something funny. "But there's no way in hell I'm telling you, babe."
