Author's Notes: OK…so it's been a while, a long while. I'm trying to get back into writing. I have so many ideas for new stories but I've promised myself not to post a single new story until I finish at least some of the unfinished ones.

Special Thanks to my awesome beta JenJenSon – both of us have been out of action writing wise for a while but fingers crossed we're making a come back!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, the characters, book or film and make no money from this story it is pure fiction for fan purposes.

Chapter 13: For All the Times I Forget

Bella POV

I froze. I forgot how to breathe. I turned slowly to look at him and met his gaze. It was like a fire had started in his eyes, a storm of emotions that I couldn't begin to figure out. It was almost intimidating. My answer was lacking eloquence and was barely even audible.

"Ok" I breathed.

Paul's face broke into a grin and he spun me around to face him as I gripped the baby in my arms tightly as Paul had clearly forgotten he was even there for a moment. He leant forward to place a firm kiss on my lips, grin still on his face.

"Did you just actually agree with me? No fight? No drama?" he smirked.

"Don't get used to it." I laughed; I glanced down at Cody in my arms and bit my lip nervously. "You really want to do it?"

"I really do." He nodded. Embry who had come over to take the sleepy baby from me looked questioningly at us.

"What did I miss?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." I smiled. Paul just smiled at him also and slid his arms tightly around me once Cody was safely in Embry's grasp. "When?"

"How about we go home and work on it right now?" he smirked. I slapped his shoulder, not that he would have done much more than feel it but my point was made.

After a short visit with everyone we made our way back to Charlie's...mine...it was still hard to think of it as my house and it stung a little bit every time I realised that I would never see my dad's police cruiser in front of the house again, never come home to him watching football in the front room or reading the newspaper at the kitchen table with his coffee...

"How about we get changed and go out somewhere?" Paul asked, apparently sensing my mood. He was good like that sometimes; he knew the house sometimes got me depressed just being in it so thought of a way that we could get out of it.

"Sounds good to me." I nodded, heading straight upstairs to change into something a bit smarter. I settled with a pair of nice black jeans and a smart blue sweater before pulling on my black boots while eying Paul's stomach as he lifted his shirt over his head. God sometimes I just wanted to run my hand over that gorgeous stomach for hours...I kept staring until he covered it with a clean black shirt. He was smirking by the time I paid any attention to his face.

"Come on Bella, let's go out so that we can come back and I can peel those jeans back off of you." He grinned, lifting me up and flinging me over his shoulder.

"Hey!" I protested as he made his way back down the stairs. "I can walk you know! This is really not necessary!"

He placed me on my feet outside by my truck and helped himself to the driver side. I frowned at him but climbed in anyway; I didn't really care which one of us drove, I just cared that he assumed he was driving in my truck.

Later that evening I woke up to find myself in Paul's arms being carried inside; apparently I fell asleep on the drive home. I smiled up at him and nuzzled my face into his neck.

"Hey sleeping beauty." He murmured, as he nudged open my bedroom door. I supposed that we'd have to move into the other bedroom eventually if Paul was actually going to move in; especially if we did decide to have a baby at some point.

"Hey, I fell asleep." I sighed as he placed me on the bed and I sleepily started to tug my boots off.

"You did." He nodded, pulling his shirt over his head and unfastening his pants. He stopped and stared at me now tugging my jeans down my legs. "I know I'm not the most romantic guy in the world Bella but you're amazing, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and I was serious about you marrying me, if you're serious about wanting to that is."

I eyed him nervously as he held out his hand palm up. On his hand rested a silver band with a red stone on it.

"It's not exactly a fanc-"

"I love it." I interrupted, lifting it from his hand to look at it. The band was rough, not rough as in sharp but as in not perfectly made, there were vine like patterns on the band and a red stone set in the centre. Paul plucked it from my fingers and tilted it so that I could see inside the band where there looked to be some writing.

'I love you Bella'

"For all the times I forget to tell you." He grinned. "At least you'll know that I do."

"It's amazing." I breathed, as he slid the ring onto my finger. In my entire life I had never once pictured being proposed to quite like that, especially considering I was ruffled from sleep and my jeans were halfway down my legs at the time. I laughed to myself, wasn't there some rule about declarations of love and marriage not counting when nudity was involved?

Still, I had never felt more natural and happy in my life. I'd never felt more sure that anyone could make me happy.

"Now, let's see about the baby making." He grinned.

"Don't you think it'd be better to get married first?" I asked, as I helped him remove my jeans and socks.

"We can wait as long as you like, you're the mommy." He told me, bending down to kiss me with a smile on his lips.

"I'd rather be married first…I think that my dad would have wanted that." I said quietly. Although not exactly the most appropriate time to be thinking about my father, the statement was true. He wanted so much for me. He wanted to see me graduate and make a life for myself, to see me married to a decent man and starting a family of my own.

"Yeah, and you deserve that too." He agreed, reaching down and stroking my face. "You deserve a lot of things…better things than I can give you."

"Like what?" I asked. "I can't even think of anything I want."

"Good, because even if you did you probably wouldn't get it." He smirked. I shoved him up off me and he laughed rolling to lie next to me on the bed.

"You're an asshole." I told him. "Good job I don't really like expensive things."

"Which makes you the perfect woman." He grinned.

"I'm pretty sure you had no choice in what woman you got anyway." I pointed out. "In fact you were pretty adamant that you didn't want me from the start."

"Lucky I pulled my head outta my perfect ass and saw how great you are then isn't it?" he replied, rolling onto his side and pulling me into another kiss.

"Yeah, lucky for you." I snorted. "Don't forget I can still change my mind and leave you for some nice romantic human boy."

"And you know I'd follow you and threaten off any nice boy you found." He retorted smugly. "You're it for me Bella, now that I've had you I'm not letting you go for anyone."

"Good job I happen to sorta love you then isn't it?" I said softly kissing him. His arms slid around me, trailing down to my hips, before shifting them up again and taking my top with them. My body arched as he did, to help him remove it. His mouth dropped to my stomach where he kissed and licked and then bit at my hip bone.

"God you're beautiful." He muttered, hooking his fingers into my underwear and dragging them down. He moved up again to remove my bra; which unfortunately didn't want to come undone for a few tries but eventually gave way, allowing him to pull it from my body.

He kissed his way from the side of my breast to the centre and sucked the peak into his mouth. I couldn't help but gasp at the heat of his mouth around my sensitive flesh. I could feel him hot and solid against my thigh as he moved up to kiss me again.

"I want you." I told him quietly, grasping at his shoulders.

Instead he dropped further down the bed, his fingers exploring my sensitive inner thighs. My breath caught as his hands and lips explored my hips and thighs.

"I don't think-"

"Exactly, don't think." He told me before I felt his warm tongue against my sensitive flesh. I giggled at the ticklish sensation. Nervous and slightly embarrassed about having him so close to that part of me, I was too ticklish. He dove further into my nether regions, swiping his tongue against me in a firmer stroke.

"Oh…" I moaned in surprise. That was much better. That felt wonderful. He explored me with his tongue for a few more blissful moments, before shifting further up my body to kiss my stomach. I gasped at a sudden intrusion, his fingers inside me…stretching and testing. Then they were gone again and his lips were on mine. I wanted to be repulsed at being able to taste myself on him but in seconds it no longer bothered me.

His mouth moved to my neck and I heard him inhale deeply against my skin.

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly.

"You smell amazing…" he groaned, inhaling again. Then he was in me. I clung to his body, his warmth. He was like a solid wall of fire consuming me. I wanted it to. After everything that had happened in the past months, the past year…with Paul I could just stop thinking for a moment. I could feel like the only right place in the world was in his arms.

We moved together without any particular rhythm, simply enjoying letting go. I gripped him tighter, my fingers digging into his skin. He leant down, resting his weight on one arm and his other gripping the back of my neck to bring my lips to his over and over again. When I started to grow hotter and hotter, his movements sped up. I felt my whole body heat up, feelings of ecstasy travelling from head to toe.

It wasn't until I heard Paul's groan above me, that I realised he had reached his own pleasure. He collapsed onto me, dropping most of his weight onto his left arm supporting him rather than onto me. We both took a few moments to come down from our highs, before he shifted to move next to me. It was only when he leant up to remove the condom and toss it towards the bin that I even realised he'd worn one. After our previous conversation about babies I hadn't even thought about it…

"Do you miss being on the reservation?" I asked, realising that he must feel a bit isolated from the others sometimes by staying out here with me.

"Sometimes. The Doctor and Sam came to an agreement when he was here though…The doctor is allowed onto the reservation and the doctor alone…having a doctor used to the out of the ordinary stuff is certainly useful. In return the pack is allowed on Cullen territory when they aren't here and I am allowed on it regardless." He told me. I hadn't known that. They must have had that conversation while I was admiring the babies. "It means that the pack can freely come and hang out here with us sometimes and we can visit them. Bella, my house on the rez is barely more than a shed; there wouldn't be room for both of us properly. Here is fine."

"I didn't even realise you had a house." I replied dumbly. "I mean obviously you lived somewhere but…you just kinda kept following me home so I never really thought about it."

"Is this you asking me to move in?" he smirked.

"The fact that there's as many of your clothes in the laundry as there is mine, suggests that you already moved in before being asked." I pointed out with a grin.

"Well…I actually have no defence for that, other than you never sent me home." He laughed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to him. "How soon can I get you down that aisle?"

"Oh my God…I've got to tell my mom I'm getting married…" I groaned, burying my face in his neck.