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Chapter Thirteen
True to my word I didn't think of my kidnapping but I spoke about it with Paul, easing both our minds that I wasn't terrified or going crazy because of it. The twins didn't suspect a thing and simply asked how my holiday had been.
Paul didn't leave my side now, unless it was for us to go to school but when I went to work he would pick me up when I finished. I was grateful for him doing this; I felt safe, knowing that he was always going to be watching out for me. Lynn understood why Paul was around and even offered him a part time job to work alongside me. Paul accepted it gratefully and became very close with Lynn just like I had.
It's been almost a year now since Paul came back into my life and I didn't regret it once. During the twins birthday he had had fun celebrating and joining in on the discussions with other parents who had come to watch their children during the party. It was a fun day and the little ones had plenty of fun using Paul and Jacob as trees that they could climb on.
I was just closing up the shop when I noticed Edward approaching, a small smile on his face. I frowned, looking around for Paul.
"He's going to see you later. I have strict orders to take you back home and get you ready." Edward said, looking amused.
I raised an eyebrow at him, "You're obeying orders from a werewolf? What's the world coming towards?" I asked dramatically.
He rolled his eyes and led me to his car, "Come on, we're on a tight schedule."
He drove like a maniac, speeding like there was no tomorrow. I resist the urge to scream at him and throw something very heavy at him every time he turned a corner. I got out of the car the moment it was park, my legs shaking and I felt slightly green. Alice was waiting for us, jumping up and down excitedly and I knew immediately that Paul had put her in charge of getting me ready. I silently cursed him for giving Alice that job, knowing how crazy she got with dressing people up.
"Come on Arwene. We don't have much time left." She said, dragging me towards my bathroom. "Go and watch your hair." She ordered.
I obeyed, knowing better than to try and argue with Alice especially when she was in the mood to play Barbie. Grumbling I got into the shower, enjoying the warm water over my skin and quickly washed my hair. When I was out I waited patiently for Alice to return with whatever she had decided I would wear.
She held out a knee length black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. I slipped the dress on, staring at my reflection; just underneath my breaths was a black silk belt that formed a bow. The material had black sequence covering it but the dress still felt smooth under my fingers. The black contrasted nicely with my pale skin and blue eyes, and the V-neck left enough for Paul to go crazy.
I did a little spin and sat down on a chair she had positioned in the bathroom. She set about straightening my hair and then doing random curls throughout my hair. She spun me around and quickly applied light purple eye shadow and a bit of mascara but nothing else, for which I was grateful for. She pulled me back towards the bathroom and handed me a pair of black slip on ballerina shoes that matched the dress perfectly.
Just as she had finished the doorbell rang and she pulled me out. The twins stared in awe as I walked past, having never seen me get this dressed up before. I opened the door, blushing immediately at Paul's stunned face. He pulled me to him, his hands running up my bare arms as he leaned in and kissed me.
"You look so beautiful." He murmured.
I blushed again and turned back to the kids, "Now you two need to do as your aunties and uncles tell you, alright?"
They nodded and each came up to give me and Paul a kiss on the cheek, "I love you mummy and daddy. Goodnight."
Paul offered me his arm and I accepted, giggling and he led us down to his car. He opened the door for me, closing it when I was inside and ran around to his seat. We drove in silence, coming closer to the treaty line but I didn't care. After we had passed it and we were near Jacob's house he pulled over, turning back to me with a familiar glint in his eyes. I looked at him confused and then noticed he was holding something.
My eyes widened at the cloth in his hands, "Absolutely not; don't you even think about it." I said firmly, glaring at the cloth.
"Come on, Arwene. It will ruin the surprise." Paul whispered, reaching over and gently tying the cloth over my eyes.
"This is not fair!" I complained, "Why am I always the one who's blindfolded?" I pouted and breathed sharply when I felt his finger caress across my jaw and down my neck.
He didn't comment, simply laughed and continued driving. The drive was longer but when we pulled over I remained where I was, gripping onto his hand when he opened my door. I reached up to take it off but Paul stopped me, wrapping an arm across my shoulders and pinning my arms to my side effectively.
I pouted, "That's not fair."
"Why?"
"You're bigger than me." I grumbled as though that explained everything but smiled when he kissed me.
I could hear his grin as he spoke, "You look so cute, though."
He began leading me and I couldn't help but think that this path felt slightly familiar but I didn't comment. We walked for about five minutes when he finally stopped me, moving to stand behind me and gently took off the blindfold. I gaped at the familiar surroundings, knowing now why the track had seemed so familiar when I was blindfolded.
It was the same place that Paul had brought me to when we went on our first date. It looked exactly the same; the beautiful view of the beach, the trees around us and the soft blanket lay out with the picnic basket next to it. I turned in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, my tongue tracing boldly against his lips.
He pulled away first, gasping, "There will be time for that later," He promised, leading me to the blanket. "Let's eat; I'm starving."
"You're always starving." I chuckled, sitting down next to him.
He gave me a mock hurt look as he pulled out two plates out of the basket, one filled with more food than the other. He handed one to me and I noticed that it was filled with warm spaghetti and I ate it appreciatively, not having eating since lunch time. Paul scoffed his food down quickly, just as I was used to but I still wrinkled my nose at him.
I almost refused the next offering of food; small cooked waffle pieces with chocolate ice cream. Just like when we were sixteen Paul offered me a pieces, gently sliding it into my open mouth and I repeated the same action.
The difference was now the world was serious for us; we had a higher responsibility to our children that came before our relationship. Yet having this relationship with Paul, being with my soul mate (however cheesy that sounds) was the best feeling I could ever imagine.
When we had finished eating Paul's lips attacked mine, rolling me onto my back so he could lean above me. He kissed me roughly, his warm hands burning my bare skin and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Just as we were about to get a little too carried away he pulled back, his eyes glazed over with love. He stared at me for a moment and then seemed to realize that he was going to do something. He jumped up, grabbing my hand and pulled me towards the ocean.
"Paul, what...?" My voice faltered at Paul's next movements.
He got down on one knee, his eyes betraying his nervousness and took my hand in his giant one, "Arwene, since the day I met you at that bonfire I have been in love with you. Despite all the stupid things I've done you are the most important person in my life and you've given me two of the most beautiful children I could ever hope for." He paused, watching my reaction as he took out a velvet box from his pocket, "I don't want to be known as your boyfriend; I want to be known as your husband. Will you marry me?"
I stared at him in shock, opening my mouth to try and say something but no words could escape. I nodded, tears streaming down my eyes and I laughed, "Yes, of course, yes, yes, yes!" I laughed, throwing my arms around his neck.
He picked me up, kissing every bit of skin he could touch and when he pulled away, he opened the box. Inside was a simple silver ring with a pink diamond, a silver swirl surrounding it. He slipped it onto my finger, smiling at me and leaned down to kiss me.
Everything was perfect at this moment.
A/N I even posted another chapter because I have finished writing all chapters for this story. I will be updating once a day now, or maybe twice if I'm feeling nice. I guess it depends on how many reviews I get (wink, wink, nudge, nudge…) read and review.