Chapter 5

Enjoy the chapter and leave reviews, once Bella is on the reservation, her relationship with Paul starts to advance more quickly.

Paul sits back on his kitchen chair and watches the ticking clock on the wall directly opposite from him. He glances around his one story, green painted, small reservation home, and then back to the clock. Tick, tick. It counts down the time until his Snow will be staying with him for 3 weeks.

He drums his fingers on the wooden table, leaning back on the back two legs of his chair. He almost loses balance, before using his werewolf grace to balance himself back out. Only a minute has passed. He is antsy for her arrival, excited for their time to spend together. He doesn't know why, but having her stay with him at his house soothes him and his wolf, it calms and tampers down the hair-trigger temper he operates on.

Tick, tick.

He glances at the clock again, and finds that the minute hand has only moved 3 minutes. She is supposed to arrive around 12, and its 11:55 right now, and his Snow seems to be as punctual as a person can be. The past day he tidied up his house as much as he could before he stopped; he hated cleaning. He made sure there were no dirty dishes, no clothes around the house, and that the bathroom didn't look like a pigsty. Paul was a bachelor after all, and Snow seemed like a clean freak. He made sure that she had the option of taking his bed, though he thought she might be too polite to take it, or the couch. He also made sure that his refrigerator was stocked because he was damn excited for her cooking too.

The buzzing and rumble of her 63' chevy truck registered in his enhanced ears, and he picked his head up from where he was staring at the clock, and turned to the door. I guess she really is punctual. He makes his way to his porch and steps out, just in time to see the brunette pull up into his driveway, bags packed in the bed of the truck behind her. He sees her face light up slightly at his presence, and he smirks at her reaction. This is going to be an exciting few days.

Or not. It's been a couple hours, and so far, if this is what the rest of her stay on the reservation will be like, Paul might rethink his word choice. Exciting, no, boring more like. When Snow came up to him and out of her truck, she gave him a tight lipped smile, and a tentative hug. And then she proceeded to walk past him with her heavy bags, shouldering most of their weight. He frowned behind her, and slung the bags off her shoulder before she could make it through the entryway. Paul may not be a gentleman, but that's not to say he doesn't know basic chivalry.

He set the bags by the door, and joined Snow who was awkwardly standing in the living room, not knowing what to do with herself. Paul resisted to roll his eyes, as this was going to be her home for the next 3 or so weeks. She might as well make it her own. He was about to suggest a house tour, though you could see almost every part of the house no matter where you stood, still, he wanted to show Snow his house. His wolf purred with the brunette standing there in his 'den'.

Before he could even open his mouth to utter a word, Snow raced into the bathroom, not ten feet away from her. Paul furrowed his eyebrows, and then had proceeded to sit down on the worn sofa behind him. Maybe she had lady problems?

That brought him to now, some of the most boring minutes of his life spent waiting on the couch as he counted her heartbeats from the bathroom. It was impressive how boring it's been for Paul, as he goes on long several hour patrols that consist of him just running around the forest pretending to be a 'protector'. That's not to say he isn't a protector, but sometimes sprinting circles in the woods can get drab and seem a little pointless. Whatever. The wolf lolled his head back against the back of the couch. What the fuck was she doing in there? His stomach growled, and reminded Paul that she agreed to make him food too. He shook his head, stood up, and then walked to the bathroom door, and banged on it as loud as he could. Why not give Snow a little scare? The guy was bored.

He heard her heart jump, and he smiled to himself. Why was she not speaking? Tell me it's not this shit again?

"Snow? Whatcha' doing in there?" he asked, amusement, and a little irritation laced in his voice.

He heard a little sound, maybe a grunt of acknowledgement, maybe a hum of thought, maybe a groan of annoyance. He didn't care what it was, he wanted to Snow to speak. He was about to open his mouth to say so, and bang on the door again, when it flew open, revealing an uncomfortable looking Snow to the Were's eyes. What's up with her today?

"Why aren't you speaking?" He voiced, this time more irritation found in his deep voice, a hint of a growl barely noticeable.

Her mouth opened like she wasn't expecting the question, which, really? She hasn't spoken in weeks, and then she did, and now she isn't again. Why wouldn't he be annoyed that she's doing this again? She's had to know that she's been silent. Maybe she's just normally quiet? Paul really didn't care, he wanted answers.

"Oh! I, um, I don't really- I didn't mean to not speak. I was in there because -" She cut off with a girly squeaky noise. At the same time her doe eyes with tears, her face furiously blushed. Paul struggled with laughing, being annoyed, and comforting her. Whatever just happened obviously embarrasses her, and it has something else to do with the leeches. Why else would she be crying of course.

"Just tell me Snow." He says, as he turns around and grabs the bags, and brings them into his room, where he hopes she will accept his offer to stay. The wolf is soothed by her scent, and by the end of the three weeks when she leaves, her scent should be thoroughly branded within the sheets. Nothing she needs to know though.

"Um..." She begins, and he can't tell she really doesn't want to tell him. He would've cut her some slack, if he had been the kind of guy to let people cut some slack. He waits patiently after he put the bags in his room, and stares at her, his eyes giving away that he won't let her leave until she tells him. "Ihvmyperd." The garbled crap that had just came out of her mouth didn't really count as her telling, and he furrows his eyebrows, and this time impatiently waits for her to tell him. He doesn't have all day to wait. Paul had things to do.

Which he cancelled for his Snow, but that was besides the point.

"Try again Snow, and this time, make sure you're actually saying real words. Ya know, like the ones you learned in kindergarten." She smacks him with the back of her hand, as he leads her over to the couch to sit with him. The smack that she gave him made her wince, and he grabs the pale hand, brings it up to his lips and gives her puppy dog eyes while kissing the back of it.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" The Were asks innocently.

"You know what," She says, and then sighs, obviously relenting and deciding to tell him. She really wasn't gonna keep it a secret anyway. But it's just so embarrassing, that she can barely stand telling him. She's just so humiliated, and what's worse, is that she doesn't know how Paul is going to respond. "Um, I have, er, my pe- my period came today..." Her voice was barely a whisper, and without his enhanced senses, Paul doubted he would be able to hear it otherwise.

The Were listens intently, still a little confused. Why was she crying then? He waited for her to explain, even if it was blatantly clear that she didn't want to continue. He didn't care though, if she never spoke about it, then she would never get over it. I thought we had gone over this already? She has to speak or some shit to get over it.

"I was, um, well apparently I had-, well nausea is new symptom for me, that's why I was in the bathroom." She finally blurts out, but Paul still cocked his eyebrow, awaiting for the explanation about the tears. Her big brown doe eyes peer up him from under her desirable eyelashes, and Paul was reminded that this how she normally was as well. The Cullens didn't make her this shy, it is her natural personality. She needs patience, and damn it all to hell if Paul wouldn't learn to be more patient for her.

"And, oh god," she looks up at the ceiling, looking as if she wanted some higher power to swallow her up, never to be seen again. It was just so so embarrassing. "I was on the shot to not have it for three months, cause, um, ya know blood, the bloodlust, er, the Cullens..." She looked into Paul's dark onyx eyes, begging for him to understand so she doesn't have to explain any further and humiliate herself further. Being humiliated was never a good feeling, so Paul nodded, letting her know that he understood what she was saying. "And, when I got it again today, it just, well, it reminded me of them so much. I know! I'm trying to get over them, and I think I am, well I'm trying. Please don't be mad, I didn't mean to get sad about them."

Paul furrowed his eyebrows at her pleading. She thought he was going to get mad? He yelled at her the other day because she was being stubborn and annoying as fuck, he knows she is trying here. I'm pretty sure this is part of the healing process girly.

"Oh Snow, I'm not mad at you, I can see that you're actually trying here, the other day, you were just being stubborn and wallowing in self pity, there's a difference ya know. Besides, I don't think that kinda blood was very appealing to the bloodsuckers." He pulls her into a hug, and presses his cheek to the top of her head, pressing into her soft silk hair. He couldn't stop himself about making a crude joke, especially when he knew that she blushed even harder than before, if that was even possible. He also wasn't going to tell her that now that he realized she was on her period, the wolf was basking in her hormone concentrated scent. What is wrong with him? Yeah, he wasn't going to tell her, she doesn't even know about the wolf, she'd just think that Paul himself was the freak.

"Well, I don't have much to do today, and because it's one of those rare sunny days out in La Push, wanna go on a walk on the beach?" He asked, tired of being cooped up in his house, even though it's barely been fifteen minutes. He wants to take his Snow out. The pack knows he's been spending time with her, even though they're not very supportive of the fact. They didn't understand anyways. I barely understand.

She pulls back from his embrace and nods, her excitement for the next few weeks with him renewed after that little fallout.

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