Chapter 21 over nighter

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer- this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute which, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing

Paul got what he wanted; she stayed the night. She told Charlie she was trying to sort it out with the father. She didn't say who the father was. She thought telling him the father was fucking her brains out might not go down so well. If it worked out; they could meet, she tentatively suggested. Charlie almost growled. Maybe he had some wolf in him too. She begged. She argued that she owed it to the baby to try.

He acquiesced but he wasn't happy about it.

Paul was drinking a beer, leaning on the fridge and watching her. He made her make the call in the kitchen; paranoid much?

"Did you think I might ask him to come out and rescue me?"

He grunted and shrugged. What was he frightened of?

"Was Billy home? What did he say?" he asked.

She thought about it. "Why didn't you tell me about the hearing?"

"What could you have done?"

"I could have come with you."

"Why?"

"Why?" she was surprised.

"Yeah why?"

"You mean you didn't want me there?" She sounded hurt now.

"What would you being there have done to help?" he asked.

"Well I don't know," she blustered, "I could have helped explain what happened." He arched an eyebrow. "Yeah okay, I've got no idea what the hell happened."

He smiled at her.

"Who did go with you?"

"Sam was there as the pack leader."

"Ah that explains it."

"Explains what?"

"He came to visit me at the shop. Can I have a piece of bread or something, I'm starving."

He opened the oven and got out some herb bread. He tore it apart and handed her a piece, shoving another in his own mouth.

"So Sam stuck his nose in?"

"Now don't be like that," she chided, "He came to give me his phone number so I could talk to Emily; ask her for advice."

Paul guffawed.

"What's so funny?"

"You reckon Emily could give you advice about me?" he looked vastly amused.

"Well, no… maybe about wolves in general and being with one…you know." She froze; she had implied that they were together and she really wasn't so sure they were.

"Huh," he said.

"I never rang her," she justified. Like that made it better somehow. What was she saying? She preferred to stumble along in the dark?

"Can I sit down? My legs ache and I need to stick my feet up." She pulled out a chair and sat. Paul pulled another chair over and lifted her feet onto it. "Oh that's better." He went off to get a pillow from the lounge and he slid that under her feet and took her shoes off. "God that's heaven."

"You ready to eat?"

"Please, but not too much. I need little bits frequently. I can't eat a whole lot anymore but I'm hungry all the time."

He served out the paella onto two bowls and placed the bread in the centre. He filled two glasses of water and handed one to her. "This is really good," she managed through a mouthful.

"Thanks."

He watched her eat. It was like he got some kick from feeding her; providing for her? And the baby? She was full after one bowl but Paul ate another five. The reality of feeding a wolf struck her. Maybe talking to Emily was not such a bad idea. She knew nothing about them really. But that of course, depended on her being linked with one somehow, maybe this one?

"Don't think so hard, you'll break something," he told her.

They washed up together it was almost companionable.

"Come and lie down and I will rub your back for you," he offered.

She stripped off and lay on her side in his bed with pillows under herself so her weight didn't press on the baby. Paul gave her a massage. She thought it might just be to get her out of her clothes again, but then again, he wasn't usually subtle. If he wanted her out of her clothes he just told her, or undressed her. She really didn't get him at all. But she liked the way the bed smelt like him.

"Paul?"

"Yeah."

"Are you with other girls?"

"None of your business."

"Yes it is."

"Why? Because you're pregnant?"

"With your child."

"So?"

"Why did you want me to stay?"

"So I can fuck you again. What do you reckon?"

She sighed.

"Don't look for complications where none exist," he told her.

"You avoided me for months and you deny the things that have happened." She was getting angry.

"No I don't – what about you Bella?"

"What do you mean?"

"We fuck. You don't tell me you are pregnant, you don't contact me. I find out after 9 weeks when Jake tells the whole pack, no private reveal for Paul, the whole pack learns about it at the same time. You decide to keep it without discussing the decision either way with me. The only time you contact me, is when you want something from me, my shirt or my cock, you haven't even told your father about me and you are what four months? More?"

"Seventeen weeks," she mumbled.

"Don't accuse me of denying you."

She sat up and faced him. "Wait a second; I didn't even know your name. Yeah we fuck, did you leave me a thank you card or a note with your name and phone number? You didn't contact me either. I didn't know I was pregnant, Jake told me I was – he knew before I did. I begged him not to tell anybody; including you. I didn't even see you until three weeks after you found out about the baby. You knew where I lived and it's pretty easy to find Charlie's home phone number. I didn't know where I stood and I STILL don't!" she shouted at him. "And you bit me and that is just plain weird."

She was struggling to sit up, "And I don't want Charlie to shoot you."

"I'd be fine!" he shouted back at her.

She tried to get off the bed; she was naked standing in front of him shouting at him.

"Yeah? Well maybe I'll call him now and he can come out and we'll see how you go with both barrels of a shotgun!"

Paul grabbed her by the top of the arms. "And I did program my number in your phone." He shook her a little.

"Under what? F for forest fuck? I… didn't… know… your… name!" she enunciated slowly with her face right up in his.

"I put it under G for god; remember?"

"God?" she was speechless. "You arrogant ass hole!"

Then he just crashed his mouth onto hers and she went up in flames again. Why couldn't she resist him?

They tore at each other; she almost ripped his cut-offs in her desperation to have him in her hands. He was erect and leaking like the fight had turned him on; she was already naked so he just plunged straight into her with his jeans at his hips. She was scratching at his back and moaning as he pounded into her. This was need, lust, want and anger all rolled up with a heady dose of sex. If she was a crack addict for this, then so was he.

"There are... oh God… no others…oh...yes… are there Paul?" she managed to gasp out.

"Shut… up," he told her as he sucked at her neck and she lost the power of speech.

"Fuck… the baby…" he panicked and tried to pull back from her.

She clutched at him, "He's fine…keep going." She pulled his hair hard and he grunted.

He threw her onto the bed and tore his jeans the rest of the way off. He slammed back into her and she almost screamed. But he did manage to keep his weight off her; he hadn't forgotten the baby now. Their initial frenzy settled into a long deep branding of his name all over her. She begged him not to stop. He was too tall for standard missionary anyway, so he kept his weight up on his arms.

Later he was spooned behind her; looking worried as he stroked her hair and watched her sleep. She was snoring. Must be a pregnancy side effect; she didn't snore before, even when she was a little drunk.

He looked over her shoulder at the baby bump and he stroked his hand over it so gently. He kissed her shoulder tenderly and murmured in her ear, "I didn't know you were a virgin, that night in the woods…I didn't know." It was almost an apology and she was asleep and he knew that she was.

She started to mumble something. He leant down to listen. "What's that Bella?" He didn't really expect her to answer him. "Seth said no other girls…" she mumbled.

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