Chapter 28 shopping for baby

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

The next morning they all had breakfast together. Bella had the day off but had promised Kathleen they would drop in to meet her. Charlie headed out to do his shift and offered to drop them off at the shop. Bella rode in the back of the squad car; it always made her feel guilty somehow. Charlie eyed her off in the mirror. Bella had not got a chance to speak to him alone. She suspected he might be kicking himself for inviting Renee.

Cadena had a busy morning-tea rush and Bella helped out while Renee had a look around. Kathleen thanked her profusely when they finally got a moment to themselves. Renee was lost somewhere in the alternative book section. The back door banged and Bella looked up to see Paul stride into the shop. He looked surprised to see her and came right up to her and kissed her. "Good timing. Your keys," he said dropping them into her hand.

"Lucky," said Bella, "I forgot to tell you I wasn't working today; we just popped in so mum could meet Kathleen."

Renee wandered out clutching a crystal bible and caught sight of him.

"Paul, you should come baby shopping with us. I want to buy stuff while I am here," she said putting the book on the counter.

"We can all go in the truck," suggested Bella.

Paul looked trapped. "Aah," he muttered.

"Will we fit?" asked Renee.

"Bench seats mum," Bella suggested, "We'll be fine. You are not working are you?" she asked Paul.

"No," he grudgingly admitted.

Renee was looking at him with an assessing look today.

He offered to drive and Bella sat between them. Renee noted things that had changed in Forks; it had been a while since she had come for a visit. Bella rubbed Paul's thigh and smiled at him. She was feeling happy today; the dinner had not been a complete disaster.

At Babies r us (yeah I know there probably isn't one in Forks – whatever the equivalent is)

A busty blond made a beeline for Paul. "Hi Paul," she gushed.

"Err… hello," he sounded like he was trying to run away as fast as possible.

"Wow, are you finally settling down?" She looked around as if she was trying to work out which woman he was with. Her eyes skated right across Bella. He didn't answer her.

"You?" he asked.

"Oh I'm shopping with a friend," she said.

Bella tried to pay rapt attention to the whatever-the-hell it was she was holding in her hand. She turned the box over and listened attentively.

There was a pause for a moment and then the blond said, "You don't know my name do you?"

"Nope," he stated unabashedly.

"We did what we did and you don't even know my name," she hissed at him.

"Yeah, can't have been that good from my side then eh?"

"What?" she sounded mortified.

"Well give me hint, where did we do it? That might help me remember." He was getting pissed off with her now.

He turned to walk away and she grabbed his arm.

"How dare you?" she hissed again.

Bella thought he might need rescuing; he looked really angry. She put the box down and started to approach them. Paul glanced at her and gave a tiny shake of his head; she stopped. She watched them.

"Let go of me," he growled at the blond, snatching his arm away like she had burnt him. "What the fuck?" he looked down at her, "You're hurt that I don't remember your name? All blonds look the same to me," he told her and he stalked towards the exit.

The nameless blond stood looking like she was torn between screaming and crying. Bella took a deep breath and looked around to check where Renee was; she was deep in conversation with the shop assistant, so she followed him. He was pacing up and down out the front of the store; he looked like a caged tiger.

"Are you okay?" she asked tentatively.

He kept pacing, "Yeah," he grunted through gritted teeth. "I mean did that make sense to you?"

"No," Bella shrugged. "But she just had a different memory of things than you did, I guess. For the record, she looks like an Amber or maybe a Tiffany."

He stopped and looked at her. He grabbed her by the arm and hauled her down the alley next to the shop. He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her hard.

"Paul?"

His hands were reaching under her skirt. "Stop it," she told him, she could feel his erection pressing against her.

"Why?"

"Paul, I get that you have to prove something… but not now, not like this," she argued.

He looked at her. "You're the only girl I ever fucked in the woods," he told her.

"Okay," she agreed. She didn't know why that was important to him.

"Come on Bella," he begged.

"Paul my mother is inside the store… what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, it's just you're all pregnant… and fertile… and it makes me horny," he admitted.

"Horny? Isn't that how we got into this, in the first place?"

"Yeah," he sounded wistful. "See now that was a memorable fuck."

"Not now…later," she promised him.

"When? You're sharing your bed with your mum. And you can't come out to my place. Come on Bella," he was inching her skirt up.

He rubbed himself up against her and she couldn't help it, she moaned.

"You sure we can't do it now? I'll be quick. I can smell you; you're all ready to go." He nuzzled at her neck. Damn that stupid mark; she was putty in his hands if he sucked that.

"Did the blond get you all excited?" she teased him.

"No," he spun her to face the wall, "It was you watching her; especially when she touched me." He fiddled with his pants. "Spread 'em; I'm going to frisk you," he told her as her hands went up on the wall.

"Ooh officer," she played along, "What are you going to do?"

"Maybe you should take your panties off this time," he said reaching for them and sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of one leg and left them round her ankle. She was sure they were glowing like a neon light in the alley if anyone saw them. He pulled over a crate and lifted her foot onto it.

Paul moved behind her.

"Is that your night stick officer?" she asked. "Is it telescopic?"

"Yes ma'am," he growled in her ear, "and I need to do a cavity search." She chuckled but then gasped as he slid into her and her whole body jumped with excitement. He was right again; she was more than ready to go.

"Damn girl, you're too short."

"Bend your knees," she grunted back at him.

He snorted and then slid his knee under her splayed leg and lifted; opening her wide. She leant forward with her hands against the wall to balance. She pushed back at him and he shoved hard forward.

"Unh," she grunted.

His hand reached around and languorously stroked her as he slid in and out of her. She was trying desperately hard to be quiet; biting her lip. She was unbelievably turned on by the fact that anyone could see them if they looked down the alley. How did he always convince her to do these things? She could feel his jeans hitting her arse and his bare belly slapping against her. She became aware that his breathing was forced as he tried to stay quiet as well. His hand clenched into a fist against the wall and he lifted into her hard; she was on her tiptoes.

His stroking hand lost its rhythm and he grunted into her neck; his hot breath brushing across her skin. He lowered his head to the mark and sucked hard, and she was finished. She clenched around him; her head dropped back and she shuddered. Her legs quivered but he held her still. His body shook and his breath escaped in little huffs, his mouth still open on her skin. She felt him shudder and then he was still; breathing shakily behind her.

She reached up and covered his hand on the wall with her own. She sighed. His other hand rubbed her thigh.

"Your mother's looking for us," he said. He kissed the mark and withdrew. She hung onto him for balance as she pulled her panties up and adjusted her clothing and he did the same.

"Do I look okay?" she asked him, as she brushed her hair back with her fingers.

"Memorable," he told her with a grin, smoothing her skirt over her arse.

She hooked her arm through his and dragged him towards the store.

"There you are," exclaimed Renee as they came in the door. "Where were you two?"

"Paul ran into an enraged blond and we just needed some air," Bella explained.

"Oh, okay," said her mother, but she looked doubtful. "You don't smoke do you Paul?" she asked.

"No, that shit'll kill you," he told her.

"I need to go the bathroom," Bella stated.

"Sure, Paul and I will look through this list of essential items the shop assistant tells me you will need."

When Bella got back she could hear Paul talking to Renee. "Babies do not need all that crap," he stated. "A decent pram; a car seat, a high chair and somewhere to sleep and they are done. I mean a bassinette that you can use for what…two or three months? Forget it. If you want to do the right thing, put the money you would have spent into the bank for him when he's grown up; money in the bank is way better than a bassinette for three months." He laughed, "And with the rez, he probably won't need the pram, the 'aunties' will carry him everywhere."

And then he really surprised her. "The one thing I worry about is that truck," he nodded his head towards the car park. "She loves it and Jake keeps it running well, but I don't think it is safe enough to carry a baby in; I mean I worry enough about Bella pregnant driving around in it."

"Well maybe I could talk to Charlie, and I know Phil, my husband wanted to contribute too. We might be able to get her a second hand car between the three of us." Renee sounded thoughtful.

"Excellent idea," Paul agreed as if Renee had suggested it. "You could always ask Jake's advice before you bought it; get him to give it the once over. If there is one thing he knows; its cars."

"And then he would feel involved too," suggested Renee. "You could keep the truck for a second vehicle. You don't have a car do you?" Paul smiled at her.

Oh this was getting dangerous; these two were going to gang up on her. She could feel it. Her post coital bliss was rapidly evaporating.

Renee went to return the 'essential' list to the shop assistant.

"What are you doing?" Bella hissed at Paul.

He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "You told me to win over your mother."

"Well yes," she grudgingly admitted, "but not to combine with her against me." He was holding her head with one hand and kissing up and down her neck. "And stop distracting me," she hissed as his other hand dropped to her butt to pull her into him. Jesus was he hard again?

Luckily at that moment her tummy rumbled.

"Hey, buddy's hungry; time for lunch?" he asked eagerly.

Well at least food would distract him from sex for a while Bella thought.

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