Chapter 13
Paul groaned as he was directed to look to the left and smile, no, not like that, a real smile, that is just showing teeth. "Again, with the pictures. They're killing me, babe."
"Hush," she said through her teeth. "Look at Maggie. I've never seen her like this. I think the past two weeks have been the happiest in years."
Emmett picked Bella up, twirling her around. "I think you're the reason, Bellsy."
"Amos! Put Molly down!" Maggie called out. "You don't want her to have little Quil before the wedding!"
"Amos?" Paul questioned after he rescued her from her bear of a cousin.
"Maggie's husband," Bella said, sighing. "I don't know what's going to happen when Monday comes. We'll have three babies in the house. Molly only had one."
"Don't worry about it, babe," he consoled, planting a kiss on her temple. "It'll work out. Just don't correct her."
**TPP**
Laughing, Jane and Angela fell into Bella and Paul. Paul staggered back with his arms full of fake pregnant girls.
"Whoa there. Has Peter spiked the punch?" he queried.
"Nooo," Jane drawled out. "It's time to get out of these bellies and feel like a normal teenager at prom." With that, she grabbed her friends' hands to lead them to the locker room.
"Wait!" Bella stopped them and went back to her boyfriend. "I forgot your tie." She bit her lip as she slipped it off. "See you soon."
In the locker room, Angela sighed as she stripped the suit off. "I will be so happy when Monday comes."
"Me too," Bella and Jane spoke in unison.
"You didn't wear this dress last week, did you?" Jane asked as she touched up Bella's makeup.
"I told you I didn't."
"You're going to have to let us get out there first," Angela said. "I want to get a picture of Paul's face when he sees you."
"Especially when you turn around." Jane arranged Bella's hair to fall over her shoulder. "Now you look perfect."
Back in the gym, Paul was fidgeting. Peter clapped his shoulder.
"Your girl will be back in a minute," he said. "See, there's Jane now."
"Where's Bella?" Paul asked. The petite blonde smirked and pointed over her shoulder. Angela and Rosalie stood behind her. Paul raised an eyebrow.
"I need to give you this first." Raising on her toes, Jane put his new tie on, leaving it hanging down. Then she stepped aside and readied her phone. "Now," she called out to Angela and Rosalie. The taller girls parted to reveal Bella.
Paul felt his mouth drop. "Holy shit," he whispered. He frowned when he was stopped from reaching for her. When she turned around, his knees buckled. "Are you trying to fucking kill me, woman?" Then he noticed exactly what was on her back. "I'm dead. I'm fucking dead."
**TPP**
Emmett had just taken a sip of punch when he saw his cousin's bare back, and what was on it. Red punch sprayed the nearby vicinity. "Isabella Marie! What the fuck?"
"Dude, leave her alone," Peter said, stopping his friend from embarrassing his cousin. "Look at her."
Emmett paid attention to Bella. Her arms were wrapped around Paul's neck, as his were around her waist. One hand stroked her back, while the other kept her as close as possible. Not a breath of air was between them. She tilted her head back to smile up at him. With a sigh, Emmett turned away.
Peter patted his back. "Your day will come, my friend. Maybe sooner than you think." He motioned to where Rosalie and her boyfriend, Royce, were arguing.
"Is it wrong to wish they just broke up already?" Emmett asked.
"Naw. As long as you're not the reason, your conscious is clear."
**TPP**
Paul pulled off the road and drove onto a fire trail. Once he was further up the trail, he parked and turned off the engine. Turning to Bella, he smiled and waggled his eyebrows. She laughed at him.
"Just what are you expecting, mister?" she teased.
"Um, maybe another epic blowjob. Or," he leaned the seat all the way back, "you can climb on and grind us to stellar orgasm."
"You're awful," she stated as she climbed over the console. She raised her dress up as she straddled his lap.
"Ooh, stellar orgasm it is." He ran his hands up her thighs. When he reached her hips, he moved back to her ass. "Babe, not that I'm complaining, but where's your underwear?"
Bella nipped at his chin. "In my bag. I forgot to pack my normal underwear."
"So, you've been commando. . ." his voice trailed off. A shudder racked his body. "I think I just popped one in my pants. That's the hottest fucking thing, knowing you're bare under this dress."
"Oh my God," she breathed when his hand slipped between her legs. "Oh yes. Right there. Oh. Oh fuck. Paul, blue lights."
His hands were on her back, over his jacket, by the time a rap sounded on his window. Pressing the button, the window slid down to reveal Charlie standing on the outside of the car.
"Boy, your pants better be buttoned, or I will shoot you." Charlie opened the door to help his daughter out. He let out a silent sigh when Paul followed her out. He checked his watch. "It's now 11:30. It'll take 20 minutes to reach my house. When I call, she better answer. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Paul nodded.
"Good. Then when I call your house 30 minutes after that, you will answer that phone as well."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Get going."