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Though they may as well own me...

AN: SURPRISE! I know I said I'd only post on Tuesdays.... Well, I lied. No really, I was seriously going to go through with that schedule, but I just finished this chapter a minute ago, and got too excited and just had to post it. So I did.

Anyway, there's a new schedule now. The one for my other story 'Stop and Stare' will be the same; on Wednesdays only. But for this story it will be Tuedays and Fridays.

Okay? okay...

And remember... no beta... just me..

Now, ON WITH THE SHOW! I hope you enjoy...

Bella Swan

I was pacing at 'our' spot. The piece of driftwood we've been coming to for the past two years, coming up on three years in two weeks, was sitting to my right and the crashing waves were to my left.

It was where he became my best friend, where he became my Sun, where I finally said yes to his pursuits, where we first made love, where we first spoke of our future together.

And it'll be where he leaves me.

I knew because this was a dream, a memory. I knew but I couldn't stop my body from reenacting this memory. This memory that I wanted nothing to do with.

I could see him coming out of the tree line. It didn't look like he phased, instead choosing to walk here through the forest. He was wearing a tight fitted green shirt, blue jeans, and boots. His face was tight, worry lines on his forehead, his lips in a tight line, his eyes frustrated and angry, and his posture rigid and tense. He's been like this for the past two weeks.

Since the morning after Embry's birthday party.

As he walked towards me, my mind was screaming for me to run, to get the hell away from here, but I couldn't. My body stayed, my face confused and worried, but my mind… my mind knew.

I had asked Leah what was happening, all I got was choking sounds and a whispered 'I can't'. It was easy to tell she was choking on her words, wanting to tell me but was being so tightly bound that she couldn't.

I had asked Paul, because, well, the fucker never tells me a single lie. In his eyes, I am strong and could handle anything thrown at me. He told me so when I sprained my hand after I punched him in the face for asking me if I wanted to help christen the back seat of his Camaro after he got it. I learned to use objects instead of my fist after that.

Anyway, he was wrong of course. I only handled things with the help of Jacob. But the day I asked Paul, he was choking too, and I watched as he turned away from me as his body blurred and morphed into his grey wolf. He had shot me an apologetic glance before he stormed his way through the forest. I had heard a trees crack and knew he was taking out his anger.

I had asked Seth, for one, because the boy was as bad at lying as I was. But he too choked. His eyes welled up with tears before he kissed my cheek and stomped his way to his room. He never liked seeing his sisters hurt.

I stopped asking after that.

Now I was here, my mind knowing what will happen next but my body totally unaware.

He stopped in front of me. He slowly brought his eyes to mine. It was the first time he looked me in the eyes in two weeks. His face crumbled in anguish, but before I could say or do anything, he pulled me to him and crushed me in a hug.

I used to take comfort in his bear hugs, but not today. Today was different, he held me desperately, like I'd disappear.

I needed him to stop. I needed him to tell me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

He kept repeating it over and over. His shoulders were shaking with suppressed sobs.

"I didn't mean to. I love you. I do. But.. oh, God. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

I was starting to struggle. My body finally figuring out that this was it. And then he said it.

"Her eyes"

Finally, I broke free, but he wouldn't let go of my hands. I stared into his eyes. Disbelief, anger, anguish, surprise. It all coursed through me. But I did believe; I knew it. Because his eyes, they weren't my smiling eyes anymore.

"You imprinted"

My hands dropped from his. He took a step toward me. I took a step back. My body finally catching up with my mind. I needed to get out of here. And my body finally agreed.

"Good luck with that."

Those were my parting words. It came out so easy, so unfeeling, and I was a little surprised. Was I becoming numb again? I hoped so.

I turned and left my sun behind me, calling out to me. As I climbed into my SUV, I heard a pained and aggravated yell. I turned back just in time to see him slam his hand down on the driftwood.

Jacob Black broke our driftwood in half.

~*~

I sighed, as ran a brush through my hair. I had woken up with a start this morning. The dream or memory had me drenched in sweat and tears. After laying down trying to catch my breath, I had climbed into the shower in the adjoining bathroom, which connected mine and Leah's bedrooms. I needed to get ready for the day.

It was Sunday, so that meant the dinner was closed today. We thought since 90% of the pack worked there, on top of working at Sam's repair shop, going to school, and patrolling, that they deserved a break and so did we. I wouldn't have minded working on Sunday, but I couldn't run the place by myself and Emily said I deserved a break as much as everyone as well, so I let the argument go.

Usually on Sundays, Leah, Seth, Jacob, and I would lay around the house watching cartoons and movies. Then at night, we'd have the family dinner. Billy and Jacob, Sam and Emily, and Paul and Amy would join our family for it. Paul and Amy had already been coming over on Sundays for dinner since before the boys and Leah phased, so we just carried on the tradition.

Two years ago, if you would've told me that I'd be living in La Push surrounded by werewolves, I may have laughed at you. No doubt that I would've believed you, either way; I knew vampires existed, so why not werewolves? I just would've laughed anyways. Not to mention being best friends with Leah, the girl who may have been bitchier than Rosalie, and Paul, the boy who turned into a giant dog the moment he met me because I was the 'leech-lover'.

Maybe it was because we were lost souls.

Leah had been hurt and angry over losing Sam and than losing the future she wanted before turning into a werewolf, making her tightly bound to La Push with no way of getting out unless she stopped phasing.

Paul was pissed because he didn't have a father and when he did meet him, the man already had another family and wanted nothing to do with him or Amy. So he had to take care of his mother by himself while growing up. Much like I did with Renee.

I had lost, not only what I was led to believe, a soul mate, but a family and a future that I was so set on having.

So maybe it was through our anger and heartache that we bonded and understood one another.

I didn't know.

I was just thankful for them, because I knew I wouldn't make it without them, not after losing Jacob. I felt my eyes prick and blinked back the tears; I was not going to cry anymore.

Paul had opened up my eyes last week. I was hurting everybody by closing myself off from the world, and… I couldn't do that. Not again. So, I put on a brave face and went on with my day like nothing happened and took everything a step at a time. I knew that I had to deal with this. Not to mention get all my clothes and shit out Jacob's house along with getting his stuff out of mine.

I heard a honking outside, and knew my ride was here. Paul was taking me over to Sam and Emily's house. They wanted to talk to me about something. And since Charlie and Sue decided to go out on a random date and Amy had to work on her students projects late tonight, we were going to spend the day there. I just hoped there wasn't anything wrong with the pregnancy.

I smiled as I grabbed my jacket and started down the stairs. I was excited for the baby to come. I had been there when Emily found out. More like Sam found out. Apparently, with their enhanced sense of smell Sam was able to sniff out the little bean. So after that, Em and I headed to the pharmacy to get some tests and when they all came back positive we were both jumping for joy.

The first baby wolf to enter our large and unique family.

I rolled my eyes as I heard Paul honking the horn to his car once again.

Impatient little fuck.

I loved him though. Underneath his tough exterior was a kindhearted man and a big time momma's boy. We tended to argue a lot but that was how we got along. I wouldn't have it any other way and neither would he.

"It's about fucking time, woman." Paul grunted as I climbed into his sexy ass car.

I had helped his mother pick out this car. We spent weeks looking in magazines, newspapers, and internet; trying to look for the perfect car that just screamed 'Paul'. Finally, I came across an ad; an old man was selling his blue '69 Camaro in Spokane. So I packed up and got ready for the 8 hour car ride across state, by myself, and checked out the car while Amy was at work. I test drove it and it was perfect. That next weekend Amy and I took the trip down and bought it. I had never seen Paul so happy when he got it on his 17th birthday.

"Shut the hell up and let's go." I instructed putting on the seat belt.

Paul smirked and screeched out of my drive way.

"PAUL!" I yelled; my hands clutching the white leather seat in a vice grip.

Paul threw his head back and laughed heartily. I shook my head and tried to suppress my smile; it was not funny. I turned up the music and started singing along to Take The Money And Run by The Steve Miller Band.

A few minutes later we were pulling into the driveway of Sam and Emily's house. Sam had moved into Emily's little cottage last year before the wedding. I had been a bridesmaid with Kim while Leah was the maid of honor. Jacob had been the best man and Jared and Paul were groomsmen. The wedding was beautiful and held at the church in the Rez. It seemed like most of La Push had come out for it. I had been paired to walk down the aisle with Paul, who wouldn't stop whispering about how its traditional for the groomsman and bridesmaid to have drunken sex in the bathroom at the reception. I was blushing like crazy and he was laughing like a hyena; but I knew he was just joking.

"Looks like Leah's here also." Paul said opening the door for me.

His mother taught him right.

I looked up and saw that he was right; right beside Sam's truck was Leah's Honda Civic. I shrugged and walked up to the front door with Paul on my heels. Without knocking, knowing they could hear us from outside, I walked in. I raised my eyebrows at the scene in front me.

Sitting on the couch, Leah and Emily had their nose buried in thick leather bound books, that looked as more ancient than Old Quil, and Sam had an open book in his lap, forgotten since he was looking up at us and smiling. There were about five other thick ancient leather bound books on the coffee table in front of them.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked, pecking Sam on the cheek.

My voice had startled both Emily and Leah, causing them to jump and scramble to close the books. I didn't miss the look Sam shot them as he too closed his book and put it down on the coffee table.

"Oh, it's nothing." Emily lied.

I could tell she was because she wasn't looking me in my eyes. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the books before turning to Sam.

"What are these books, Sam?" I gave him the puppy dog eyes that I knew he couldn't escape from.

"Nothing, Bells. They're... just.. um.." He stuttered looking at the two girls for help.

"Really, Bella, it's nothing. Ever since you called out Sam, he's been trying to brush up on the legends. You know, can't have the Alpha of the wolf pack, less informed than the human." Leah chuckled nervously.

"Uh-huh." I said.

I was going to let it go. Whatever they were doing they would tell me when they were ready. I looked up at Paul and saw that he was staring at the trio and knew he didn't believe them either. With a shrug, he pushed me down on the love seat, across from Sam's chair, and sat down beside me.

"So what's up? You said you needed to talk to me about something?" I asked, watching as Sam and Emily beam and Leah grin.

"Yes, we have something to ask you.." Sam started holding Emily's hand.

"What is it?" I was just as impatient as Paul, who I just noticed was grinning too.

Was everyone in on whatever they were conspiring?

"Bella, I just wanted to say... You've been the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Not just to me, but to my Sam, and all the pack members too." Emily's eyes teared up and she cleared her throat.

"What she's trying to say is... You're important to us Bella, all of us." Sam eyes darted to Leah and Paul.

"And we wouldn't want anyone else for this..." He trailed off.

"We want you to be the godmother of our baby." Emily blurted outright, making everyone chuckle.

I was too shocked to say anything. Emily and Sam had always been too good to me, when I first arrived on their doorstep with Embry and Jared after causing a fight between Jacob and Paul. The diner was more of a present to Emily for everything she's ever done for me.

I felt my eyes prick, but didn't care. They weren't sad tears over losing Jacob. No, they were happy tears.

Extremely happy tears…

"Bella?" Emily asked nervously.

"Yes." I croaked.

"What?" Emily's eyes started shining.

"Yes, I said YES!" I jumped up and lunged at her.

I gave her a bear hug as we started laughing. I let go and moved to Sam, who hug me tightly.

"Yes, it would be... an honor. I would love to be the god mother of your baby." I sniffled and kissing his cheek.

I wiped my eyes and sat back down next to Paul, who chuckled and pulled me into his side.

"Good," Emily clapped, after dabbing at her eyes, "Would you guys like to stay for dinner?"

"Yes!" Three voices shouted as she made her way to the kitchen.

The rest of the day we sat around talking about the baby, the diner, and the pack. Paul was hoping for a boy, so he can help Sam teach him sports and teach him how to throw a punch. Leah was hoping for rowdy girl, so they can wreak havoc together. Sam, Emily, and I didn't really care. Either way, Paul would end up teaching whatever the sex of the baby was how to throw a punch and Leah will wreak havoc with whatever the sex of the baby was.

The talk about the pack was like walking on eggshells. No one wanted to talk about the latest scandal. So we remained on safe topics like Collin and Brady. Who were currently at my house with Seth, possibly burning it to the ground.

"We need to do something. The twin's grandmother is grounding them more and more, and now they think she's looking at boot camp. And... We just can't have that." Sam mumbled running a hand through his hair.

"Is this like Embry? Does she think he's getting into drugs and shit?" Paul asked biting into an apple.

"Yep." Leah answered not looking up from the potatoes she was peeling.

"Embry's not having any more problems right?" Emily asked from stirring something in a pot.

"No, since he turned 18 last month, she doesn't really care.." Sam shrugged.

"Kinda like she lost hope and she can't do anything about it?" I asked my face in a grimace.

"Yep." Leah quipped, still not looking up from her task.

"So what do we do? Can't we just tell her? This isn't the same as with Embry. The twin's are 14 now, they have another 4 years until they're 18 and... From what you're saying their grandmother is losing patience quickly." Paul looked at Sam.

I sighed, this was ridiculous. I knew Sam was going to say no to Paul. The twin's grandmother weren't Quileute; she was from the Makah tribe. Their father was though, but both their parents had died when they were younger. And if we told the poor woman she may just have a heart attack. They were just so young. I couldn't have my babies taken away from me.

I just had to think...

"Have you thought about how maybe you, Billy, and Old Quil can go out and talk to her? No, not tell her about you wolves.." I held my hand out to interrupt him from protesting. "Have you guys just thought about talking to her? Tell her the boys are working for the council. Give her all the names of everyone in the pack, so she can see how the pack answers to you and the council?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Leah's eyes widened and she finally looked up from her peeling. Paul stopped mid-chew and looked at me thoughtfully. Emily stopped stirring and looked over to the living room at Sam, who was staring off in space. Since I had everyone's undivided attention, I kept going.

"Hell, if she does believe you. Tell her they're also helping out at the dinner and for her to come by. Emily will play the perfect housewife with a dinner for a side project and I'll be the girl next door. We'll charm her with our roles, gloat about how the twins are great kids. The woman will be dazzled into submission. She'll have to believe us. And for kicks, we can through Amy in there, as the comedian. It helps that she was their teacher last year." I smirked smugly as Sam's eyes widened and the other three started grinning.

"It's perfect. You're a genius, Bells." Sam kissed the top of my head from his chair, since I was sitting at his feet.

"I know this." I flipped my hair over my shoulder and smirked.

Paul rolled his eyes and Leah chuckled.

"So I'll call Billy, and him and Quil will come out with me during the week. We'll send her over to you and Emily; our secret weapons." Sam rubbed his hands, like and evil villain.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the thick leather bound book in my lap. Sam and Leah wouldn't tell me what they were looking for, they didn't tell me that they were looking for anything to be exact, I just knew they were. Sam knew the legends just as well I, Billy, or Quil Sr. I had been joking when I ribbed him about knowing more than him.

Most of the book was written in Quileute, but Jacob and Billy along with a few others had taught me some words, so I was able to read some of it by myself, though I still needed help; hence why I was sitting at his feet.

An hour later, dinner was ready and we were all sitting around the table. Paul and Leah on either side of me, Emily next to Leah and Sam was sitting in between Paul and Emily. We were joking around and talking about the time at one of the bon fires, it had been before it started, and Paul and Sam had been wrestling around with Jared, when Leah, Seth, and I arrived and were walking past them when I tripped.

I had tripped and bumped into Seth, and somehow our feet got tangled up, and we fell into Leah, who was closest to the wrestling boys. All three of us went tumbling down, and we bumped into Sam, Paul, and Jared and sent them flying right off the cliff and into the water. They had come up spluttering and coughing, and completely shocked.

"That was hilarious." Paul heaved; his face was red from laughing so hard.

My face was boarding on purple, it had to be.

"It was not." I was trying to suppress my smile, but it had been hilarious.

"Yes, it was." They all said in unison.

"Oh my god, I remember freaking out. It was all in slow motion." Emily shook her head.

"Yeah, like one of those moments, ya know? Like a train wreck and you can't do anything but watch." Paul laughed.

And I covered my face, "Oh God." I chuckled.

We went into another fit of laughter after that.

Most of my happiest memories had taken place in the last two years. I had spent my whole life not really fitting in, not in Phoenix or Forks, not with Renee and Phil, and not with the Cullen's. But here, in La Push, with Charlie, and the pack, I fit in. I knew I belonged here, I had a family here. This is where I belonged, nowhere else.

"You know, we still have to have that bon fire." Sam muttered looking at his plate.

I sighed, of course we did. We had to welcome Jacob's imprint into the pack, into my family.

"Okay." I stated simply, making everyone's head at me.

"Okay?" Sam asked.

"Okay," I shrugged, before looking at Emily, "What do I need to bring?"

"Bella…"

"No, Sam. I'm not ready to talk about it. I get it, I do. It's tradition. If it's going to be a problem, I'll stay home. That's fine. But I'm not going to talk about it. Not yet." I speared a piece of my steak and popped it in my mouth.

"Okay." Sam stated simply.

"Okay." I repeated.

After that, conversation was easy and we finished eating quickly. We watched a movie afterwards, and then Paul took me home before he went to his own home to spend time with Amy. Leah had patrol, so she left her car at Sam's and would pick it up later on her way home. I walked through the house making sure the boys didn't break anything, and found them in my bedroom, since I had a working DVD player up there.

"Hey boys." I whispered, since it looked like they were starting to fall asleep.

They murmured a greeting as I grabbed clothes and headed off to the bathroom. I changed and went back to my room and lay down on my bed, while cuddling up to Brady. I had gotten a bigger bed, so it fit two wolves and me. Brady was the only one laying on my bed, while Seth and Collin sat in front of the bed watching T.V. and eating popcorn. I told them about our plan for their grandmother and they agreed that the most effective way to get their grandmother off their backs were two use me and Emily.

I fell asleep soon after that.

~*~

"Stop, Quil. That tickles."

I snorted and giggled madly.

It was Monday, and I had woken up alone. I guessed Brady and Collin headed home after the movie was over and Seth went to his own bed. And they confirmed it when I took them to school this morning.

But now, I was sitting in the booth at the diner. Old Quil was sitting in front of me. I had my feet propped up on his seat while I tried to do some homework. Old Quil was supposed to be giving me a foot rub, but was tickling my feet instead.

The old man was crazy. But I loved him. I never knew my grandparents, and Quil was the definition of a grandfather; filled with so many stories; not just legends but life stories too, he wise because of life experiences, and he was playful and loved to spoil his grandkids. Quil Jr. complains that he might just love me more than him.

"Okay, Okay. I'll stop." He chuckled and placed my sandals back on my feet.

"Thank you." I breathed.

But I wasn't able to get back to my homework, because at that second the ding of the bell that sat above the diner door chimed, and in walked Paul. A bloody Paul.

"What the fuck?" I gasped.

"Isabella." Quil chastised.

"Sorry." I whispered, as I spared him a glance, and looked back at Paul.

Quil followed my line of sight and gasped. Paul looked… well, he looked fucked up. The left side of his face had claw marks that came from his temple down to his chin, it was already healed and all was left was pink scars and dried up blood. The right side of his face had a swollen cheek, a fat lip, and a bruised eye. There were claw marks at the bottom of his neck and it went across his chest and under his black wife beater and to his right arm, where it went down to his elbow. On his left arm and left leg were teeth marks. And he had bloody knuckles.

"What the hell happened to you, boy?" Quil rasped.

Paul limped behind the counter, to the sink, where he promptly spit out blood.

"Jacob fucking Black."

AN: uh oh! What the hell happened between Jacob and Paul? Hmm...

and FINALLY, Bella gets her say. Good? No?

Next chapter....

You get a sweet Paul... a pack meeting... a confrontation... a revelation... a break down... Jacob and Raven....

Mmm... can you just smell the drama in the air? I can...

Because that's exactly what you'll be getting next chapter.

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