Chapter Eleven

*All rights go to Stephanie Meyers besides this plot and any OC's. Its only been four days, but it feels like forever since I've updated this story lol. By the way does anybody like the Vampire Diaries or the Originals tv series? If you do check out my new fanfic "Girl of the Originals." Kind of like this story, there are mates. [Elijah, Klaus, OC] Anyways remember to review, fav, and follow!*

Paul and I hadn't said much since we got to his house. I wondered how he was taking the news about us expecting a child together. I hope he wasn't freaking out in the inside like I was.

As we both laid in his bed, I was very much aware of how the room was dark and the moon casted shadows along his strong bare chest. I shouldn't be thinking this way. This is how I got into this mess in the first place. His eyes were closed even though I knew that he wasn't asleep yet. He wasn't relaxed enough and his forehead was tense giving him a temporary wrinkle. Still he was as cute, and hot as ever.

I tried to think of something to make him feel better. But what was I supposed to say? We were having a baby, something I knew that either one of us wasn't ready for. I haven't even graduated from college yet. He has a home, but he makes just enough to support himself until he builds his business up to its highest potential. Who knows how it would affect us, as a couple? Its only been two and a half weeks. I bet he's already thrown the idea of us having a relationship away because what if we don't work out? What about our child?

I should back off and we should just become friends, for the life growing inside of me. We need to learn how to cooperate for the future, and there shouldn't be any risk factors like us for example but...I love him.

I love the way he looks lying down next to me, and better, how I know what he's thinking. I love having a bad boy, that's a gentlemen around me. I love how he's fun, and spontaneous, protective, and loyal, but there's something missing. For a moment, I think about his friends Jared, Jacob, Sam, Quil, and Embry. When I'm around all of them Paul included, I feel whole. Its horrible I know, and I've been trying to ignore that feeling which will be easier once I have another mouth to feed.

"Paul?" I called his name out hesitantly.

"Yeah," he responded immediately.

"Do you still want me?" I asked very bluntly.

"What kind of bullshit question is that? Of course I want you. I would have to be either a dumbass or gay not to," he replied.

"Okay."

He shook his head amused.

"Are you nervous about being a father?" I whispered.

He turned his head to look over at and address me. "I am nervous, but there's a little you growing in there so..." he shrugged as if it were that simple.

"Its also a little part of you as well," I reminded him.

"Don't mention it," he said with a smile, "hopefully he takes after you. Good, calm, smart, sweet."

"So you want a son too?"

"Yah, I guess I do," he grinned and then surprisingly rolled over on top of me. I squealed as his hands began to roam all over my body. It was also exactly what I wanted, this closeness, the feeling of his skin against mine. This time instead I let him be totally in charge. It was kind of hot.

First he completely stripped me down until I was naked. His eyes kept looking up and down my body. "Stop," I smacked him off the shoulder, "its creepy. And take your clothes off already."

He laughed, "So impatient."

It wasn't until he was inside of me thrusting deep that I was able to relax, while still being turned on at the same time if that makes any sense. "Paauuulll..." I moaned out his name as I met his every thrust. He began to hit my cervix. After doing that a couple more times, I came harder than ever.

He pulled out of me panting while shaking his head. "Jesus Christ, Annabelle you are like a fucking sex goddess," he said meaning every word.

I blushed. "You are going to call me "Annabelle" now?"

"Well it seems more appropriate than sweet cheeks since you are going to be the mother of my children," he explained.

"You said children?" I pointed out, "as in plural."

"Yeah? I want you to have all four of my kids."

"Four?" I blanched.

"I've always wanted a large family," he confessed.

"We will discuss it in the morning," I declared.

He laughed before kissing me deeply on the lips. He was back on top of me again his cock pointed at my entrance. "Actually I want to try something else," I said grabbing him in my hands. He was huge, and I wasn't sure if this was going to work, but I wanted to try.

I licked my lips. "What are you talking about?" he asked, confused. I smiled at him wickedly and winked before I took him in my mouth. I began to suck on him and nip every now and then. It wasn't until I looking up at him with my mouth still wrapped around his babymaker before he came hard in my mouth.

I swallowed every last drop of his seed loving the taste before pulling away. After I was done he pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. He had a goofy smile on his face. Was it possible to get drunk off of sex? I didn't think so. "Annabelle, I'm falling in love with you."

I forced a smile.

I'm already in love with you. I thought, but didn't dare say. I've always thought that he would say it first. I didn't want to have to because the first person who falls usually falls the hardest. I wanted to make a big impact on him. I wanted him to care the most. Selfish, I know, but true.

Still as I fell asleep that night, I couldn't help, but feel almost content. There was only one thing missing. For a moment, I thought about Jacob, Jared, Sam, Quil, and Embry.

Paul's POV

The next day around eleven o'clock once Annabelle had already left to go shopping with her friend Laurel after I insisted she take a couple hundred dollars in tips from me, my phone rang for the thousandth time. The whole pack Jacob, Jared, Sam, Quil, and Embry had been trying to reach me all day long. I didn't feel like talking to them right now. I knew as soon as I told them that I impregnated our imprint, something I was definitely not ashamed of, they were going to kick my ass. Not because she's having my child, but because she's too young. At the same time, they will be there for her. They will treat our kid like their own.

I decided to answer the goddamn phone knowing that fucking sooner or later, I would have to talk to their fucking asses. "What do you want?" I shouted not even bothering to check who it was.

"Jeez, Paul take it down a notch. I was just calling because of-"

"Her I know," I finished Jared's sentence.

He sighed. "We want to see her. She's not just your mate you know," he scolded.

"I know, but something is fucking going on right the fuck now, so you guys just need to back off and give us some time alone," I yelled.

"What is going on, Paul?" He said calm, too calm. I recognized this as his angry voice.

"Well...you know how-not really your fucking b...we had sex...don't regret it but..." I tried, but I just couldn't. Stop being a goddamn wuss, I reminded myself.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Jared, she's pregnant," I said bluntly.

"What? How is she taking all of this? Is she alright? We definitely need to see her now. I knew that this was going to happen one day, but now really wasn't the time. She's seventeen. God, I can only imagine how she's feeling! And Sam! You know that he's going to kick your ass. She's suppose to have the Alpha baby first," he ranted.

"I know," I grunted.

"She doesn't even know that she's mine as well or Jacob's or-"

"I know, Jared."

"All of us meets at Sam's place at two o'clock no later. I'll tell the others, but I let you tell them about the uh- baby," he said and before I could argue, he hung up.

I am so dead not that I care. I am not going to be a coward and stand them motherfuckers up. Annabelle deserves better than that, my unborn child deserves better than that, they, my brothers deserve better than that. And I'll give them that and more. I'll give them all I've got because they're my family.