Chapter Ten

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I stopped when I saw my Dad standing right outside of my bedroom door. I took one look at him, and I knew. I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears, his face was red, and he had squeezed his hands together into fists. He knows that I am pregnant, and he is pissed.

"Dad…." I began before stopping not knowing what to say next. Maybe he hadn't heard the part where I said that I was pregnant. Maybe he just heard us refer to Renesmee as Bella's daughter. Although he probably already kind of knew because its pretty obvious.

"Don't you Dad me. I came up here to get some advil when I heard something interesting," he said his voice rising.

"You know what they say about eavesdroppers," I mumbled even though I knew that now wasn't the time.

"Don't even start! You've been going behind my back, sleeping with boys like some little tramp, and now you've gotten yourself fucking pregnant!" He screamed at me.

I opened my mouth about to say something, and then stopped. My lips were pointed down into a frown, and I was afraid that any second now, I was going to start crying.

I was going to be a mother, and I felt like I could barely take care of myself. How could I take care of a baby? What did I have to offer, besides carrying it for nine months? I'm a senior, and I work at Piggly Wiggly. I didn't want to live with my parents forever. But how could I afford a child in the near future? Could I even go to college now?

"I just can't fucking believing this! I raised your ass better than this! Just wait until I tell your mother!" He shouted before grabbing me from the back of shirt, dragging me down the stairs, and tossing me outside. He also flung my truck keys out the front door, and I had to duck so that they wouldn't cut my eye. "Get out! I don't want to see your face again!" Then he retreated inside and slammed the door shut.

I cried, and once I had calmed down a little bit, I got up and grabbed my truck keys. I thought that no matter what I would always have my Dad to help me, to be there for me. Of course, I knew that at first he wouldn't react well to the news, but never at my worst did I imagine my Dad kicking me out of the house.

If my own father can't be there for me then who can?

As I was driving, I thought about who I should call. There were two rational options, my mother being one of them and Bella. With the first I was afraid of the same rejection I faced with my father, and it wasn't like I could stay over at her house tonight. She lives in Jacksonville, Florida. That is on the opposite side of the country.

The problem with staying over at Bella's was that none of them slept other than Renesmee, and judging by the conversation I had with my sister twenty minutes ago, she wouldn't be for long. It would feel weird, and I didn't want to intrude.

I decided to call Paul. When I was around him I had clearer, more rational thoughts.

He picked up on the first ring. "Hello, sweet cheeks," he said making me smile momentarily while in my miserable state. Couldn't he call me something else, something more classier?

But why? Even your own Dad admitted that you are a tramp, I thought to myself.

I began to cry harder.

"What's wrong? Whose ass needs some major butt kicking? Who made you cry?" Paul demanded in an aggressive tone. For some reason, it made me think about the silver wolf and the russet wolf tumbling off of the front porch, and into the yard. I never asked Paul about that because by now it was too late, and he was almost never that aggressive.

For some reason, I couldn't answer his questions. At least, not over the phone.

"I'm-I'm in my c-c-car," I stuttered.

"Baby, listen carefully to me. Pull over," he said his tone immensely softer, more gentle, "you are too upset to be driving right now."

"Ok," I hiccupped accidentally. God, how embarrassing. "I just pulled over."

"Where are you? I am going to pick you up and take you to my place." I had to stop myself from sobbing at his words. He would take me in. He wouldn't kick me out.

Until he learns the truth.

"Ok," I said in response.

"I'll be there shortly," he stated, "Bye, love."

After he hung up, I starred down at my smart phone for a long moment. Did he just call me "love"? Is it possible that he feels the same way as I feel towards him?

I love him, and he might love me.

I sighed a breath of relief when I caught sight of Paul's black car. He parked right behind my truck before hopping out. His eyes were full of deep concern, and questions.

"My Dad kicked me out of the house," I blurted out. Like that one day when he attacked Jacob, he began to vibrate. I leaned back further into the vehicle afraid he was about to shift into a wolf. At the same time, I felt silly for doing so. A part of me knew that Paul would never hurt me.

"Okay, so you are moving in with me," he said in a matter of fact tone one that implied that there were be no further arguing about it.

I rolled my eyes at his ridiculousness. We only met two and a half weeks ago! He is nineteen and I'm seventeen. We are barely adults. I am not even legally considered one. Plus, even though my father kicked me out, I don't think he would be too happy after finding out that I moved in with my baby daddy if he even cares anymore. Who knows how my mother would react? Like my older sister, she was full of surprises.

"I'm only going to stay for the night," I said then I hesitated and started to pick my fingernails, "you know if that's okay with you."

"Of course," he immediately replied then added, "why don't you come move in with me? I'll never kick you out, push you for sex unless you want it, or anything. I just want to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself," I said defensively. I could. I didn't call him because I had no other options. There's always that one hotel in Forks. Of course, my Piggly Wiggly salary wouldn't cover me staying there for long, but….I called him because I didn't want to be by myself tonight. I've never slept in an empty house. Plus, Paul makes me feel comfortable. He feels like home.

"I know that you are independent, but how is me offering you shelter, coffee in the morning, and anything else you could possibly want change that fact?"

His eyes were full of hope. He really wanted me to move in with him. I wanted to move in with him. Besides reality which I was sure would come back into our lives eventually, what was the problem?

"Fine, I'll move in with you," I smiled and opened the door of the truck and hopped out jumping into his arms.

"I love it when you jump on me," he kissed me on the nape of the neck making me moan.

I rolled my eyes again. "Lame comeback, babe," I said pecking him on the lips. After I pulled away, he bent his head down again. I was almost positive that he was about to kiss me again, but then he stopped short. He sniffed the air between him and I once before looking down at my stomach, then back up at me. He was awestruck similar to the first we met.

"Are y-you," he cleared his throat. "You're pregnant."

"How did you know?" I asked, suspicious.

"I can smell our child," he explained with a goofy smile on his face. Then he stated very slowly, "I am going to be a father."

"You are going to be a father," I confirmed.

Then I giggled surprised and thrilled at his enthusiasm. It was so much better than I imagined it would be. I thought that I would have to convince him although neither of us were ready for a child right now, that this really was a good thing. But he was already taking it so well.

Paul lived in a small log cabin nestled into the woods on the reservation. It was cute with a tiny, concrete stoop with a lawn chair on it and a potted plant, a fern. Inside it was not as messy as I thought it would be, but still you could tell that a guy lived here on his own.

There was a large charcoal gray two sectional couch in the forty square foot space that served as a living room. There was also a huge flat screen television, and a selection of CD's stacked up on the floor. From what I could tell he liked rap and he had a few favorites, Kanye and Drake.

There was a cute, country arch way that led into the kitchen. The kitchen was cute, and located all on one side of the house. There were only six white cabinets in total, a yellow dishwasher that I doubted worked, a washing machine, no dryer, and a college sized stainless steel refrigerator. In the middle of the room were a round wooden table and a couple of chairs to eat at.

There was a hallway located right off of the kitchen. The first room on the left was a bathroom, then there was one tiny spare bedroom across from that, and then you just kind of ended up in the master bedroom. It was an open space. There were no doors and it looked like it was missing a few walls.

Against one wall was a king sized bed with a black comforter. There was a single nightstand, no dresser, and two closets. In between the two closets was another opening, no door, and by the looks of it, it led into the master bedroom.

"So what do you think?" he asked nervously shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Its very homey," I said and he smiled.