Tory...YOU KICK ASS GIRLIE!

Yea, I know, I totally switched them up. But it worked so I don't feel too bad...However, Enelya will probably kill me for the last chapter...

And now...chapter 11...

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Suze's POV:

"So, Suze, you still go for dead guys?" Paul asked. He had planted himself in one of the chairs in the suite.

"Um, no. Don't go for any guys, really, except for my HUSBAND!" I said. "And wipe that damn smirk off your face!"

"Sorry, it's just hard to see you in clothing." Paul said slyly.

"Slater, if you want to stay in one ghostly piece, you will shut up." Jesse said angrily. He was already pissed that we weren't able to continue our honeymoon, and now having Paul around- in ghost form- was going to suck even more. On top of it all, I am apparently pregnant with the most powerful shifter the world's ever seen, and have to spend the rest of my pregnancy in Maui with my real parents because they kidnapped me and I just found out I'm adopted!

Damned life. I put my head in my hands and flopped onto a couch. This sucks majorally. "How long until they find my body?" Paul asked, smirking. He seemed to find death amusing.

"Don't know, don't care." I said. "Just go live your afterlife somewhere else, please?"

"Nah, I'm good staying here." Paul smirked, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back.

"I hate you!" I yelled before racing to the bedroom. I heard Jesse and Paul start arguing and Jesse threatened to have Father Dom exorcise him. This didn't go over well with Paul, and he dematerialized.

"Susannah?" Jesse called, poking his head into the room. "Susannah, are you alright?"

"Yes, Jesse, I'm fabulous." I said, obvious sarcasm laced in my voice. Jesse came and sat down next to me and pulled me into his arms. "Paul's going to haunt us for the rest of our lives, I'm adopted, we haven't had a proper honeymoon, our kid's going to be the most powerful kid on the planet, I have to go live in Maui, which would be awesome under different circumstances, and all I want to do is forget everything and just be with you!" I said in a rush, collapsing against Jesse.

"Shh, querida." Jesse said soothingly. He stroked my hair. "It's going to be fine, I promise...Everything'll be fine..."

"How do you know?" I sobbed against his chest. "Now Paul's never going to leave us alone. He'll always be there whenever we turn around."

"No, I'm not." I turned and saw Paul standing by the door, looking very...serious. "Suze, I'm not going to spend my afterlife bothering you, I promise. The only thing holding me back is you, and since I have no chance, I'll be leaving now."

Paul crossed the room and opened his arms to me. "Hug before I meet my maker?"

Against my better judgement, I let him hug me. And, of course, he grabbed my butt. So, of course, I slugged him.

And then held Jesse back while Paul was surrounded by bright lights and left.

Then it was just Jesse and me, in a very empty hotel suite, on our honeymoon.

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"Good morning, querida." Jesse purred into my ear. "You should know you can never fake sleep with me."

Dammit! "How can you always tell?" I'd been lying there for about 10 minutes, very comfortable in Jesse's arms, until I saw him start to wake up. Then I quickly shut my eyes, and pretended to be sleeping. Mostly because when he thinks I'm sleeping, he sometimes says really romantic (I hope) stuff in Spanish. And it makes me shiver in very good ways.

"You don't look the same." Jesse said simply. Then he started to kiss my neck, and murmuring more Spanish into it.

True to my words earlier, we did not leave that room for 2 days. Then we went home, and basically didn't leave our room there for another 2 days. By then, we had to start going to work again, and get back on a normal schedule.

Jesse and I started to pack up for Maui. Mom still couldn't believe I was actually going. "What other option do I have, Mom?" I said, throwing clothes into my suitcase. "They are the only ones who can train this shifter-baby of mine. You are still in denial about my mediator abilities!"

"No, I'm not!" Mom said indignantly. "I did some research, and checked out Jesse's story. I believe you." Mom, Jesse, Andy, and I all sat down one day after the honeymoon and discussed everything. I spilled on everything Mediator-wise.

"Susie, please, just..." Mom looked helpless. "Just be careful."

"I will." I swore. "I promise."

Mom walked out just as Jesse was walking in. "So, ready for beautiful Maui?" I said brightly, trying to push this nagging feeling away from my gut. A feeling that Maui was going to be anything but beautiful.

"Querida, you know I want nothing more than to be with you while you face your parents." Jesse said, starting to go on the defensive. His hands were up, like he though I'd get mad or something.

Well, he was damn right I'd get mad! "What do you mean?!" I said, my voice rising somewhat.

"Just that I couldn't get time off, querida, and if I leave, I'll lose my job." Jesse said, now sounding somewhat remorseful. "And we both know that I need my jobs if we're going to save for our own place."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I sighed. Jesse sat down on the edge of our bed, and I sat next to him. He pulled me into a tight hug, and whispered, "I'm sorry, querida. If there were anything I could do, I would do it."

I sighed again. "I know. But don't worry, I'll be fine, I promise."

Except that nagging gut feeling that Maui wasn't going to be beautiful? It just intensified.