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Chapter Twelve
Paul P.O.V
The wedding was the best day of my life.
We didn't want to have a large bridal party or a big wedding for that matter. I tried to organise for my parents to come down but they didn't answer their phone. Lorry's parents came down for the wedding as well as her two sisters that squealed excitedly when they saw me. Lee had the most fun hitting on the middle sister, Tina. All in all it was a small wedding out in the parks with Tina taking the photos for us.
I will never forget when I saw Lorry walking up the aisle, or at least our version of an aisle, escorted by her father. Her blond hair was loose, falling over her shoulder in neat waves and she wore no make-up; she didn't need it. Her bright eyes were alight with happiness and if I died I would be completely happy. She didn't have an over the top dress, wearing a long white skirt that flared around her and the singlet top had beads sewn across it.
It was perfect. She was perfect.
The moment she became my wife I swept her up in my arms and kissed her thoroughly. She was beaming at me, at everyone, and that day was brilliant with photos to prove it. And I couldn't wait to spend the entire honeymoon showing her just how much I loved her. We had both agreed to wait until our wedding night until we had sex. I don't know when we decided it just happened; we were both content to wait knowing that it wouldn't change anything.
A couple of months after the wedding Lorry came home from school earlier than normal, her face pale but her eyes excited. I looked over her frantically trying to figure out why she was home early and if she was okay.
"What's wrong?" I asked, standing from my seat on the couch.
Lorry bit her lip and beamed at me, "I'm pregnant!"
I stared at her, blinking a couple of times and finally lowered my eyes to her stomach, "How long?" I asked in wonder.
"Thirteen weeks." She said softly.
I beamed back at her, picking her up and twirling her around just like they did in the movies, "We're going to be parents." I said, kissing her excitedly, "We're going to have a baby!"
Lee walked in on that moment, raising an eyebrow as I continued to kiss her, "Have you forgotten where your bedroom is?"
I beamed at him, "We're having a baby!"
"And I hope that baby was consumed in your bedroom." Lee said with a smirk.
"Shut up." I whacked him over the head.
"Have fun having an overly protective werewolf husband, Lorry. Try not to strangle him." Lee called as he walked out of the room.
As it turns out he wasn't far off from the truth. I was the most annoying husband and Lorry told me so every chance she got. I wasn't too stubborn to admit that I controlled everything she ate; made sure she had naps and refused to let her carry more than a spoon. If it wasn't for the fact that it would hurt her if she hit me then I'm sure I would receive a smack five times a day.
The doctor we saw laughed at us every time that we had an appointment. Lorry would try and strangle me when I continually over looked her charts and what she was doing with the ultra sound machine despite only being a GP.
"Paul, I'm sure the doctor knows what she's doing." Lorry would say through clenched teeth as I peered over her shoulder at the charts.
I looked at her innocently, "I'm just having a look."
Currently she was eight months pregnant and I loved it. We both talked to her large belly, and I would spend hours listening to the heartbeats of my wife and unborn baby. We were lying on the couch, my back pressed up against the back of the couch while she was curled against me, her large belly sticking out over the edge. We both groaned as the phone rang and she heaved herself up and I watched as she made her way over to the phone. As she answered the phone her face was a mix of confusion and I knew she was trying to figure out who was on the phone.
I couldn't hide my surprise when she handed me the phone and said, "It's for you."
I frowned trying to think of who would call me, "Hello?"
"Paul?" I froze at the sound of my mother's voice. She began to stumble over her words, and it was obvious that she was crying hysterically.
"Mom, you have to calm down. I can't do anything unless you tell me what's going on." I said as calmly as I could manage hating hearing my mom in obvious distress.
Her sobbing ceased slightly, "It's your father." She managed to choke out before she burst into a new round of tears.
"What's wrong?" asked immediately.
"He's got cancer; the doctor's said its terminal." She sobbed.
Eventually I managed to calm her down again and when we hung up Lorry was beside me, her arms wrapped around me tightly. I held her just as tight, still in shock over the news of my father's sickness.
"What do you want to do?" She asked her voice muffled by my shirt.
I sighed, resting my head on top of hers, "I want to go back; I need to be there to help mom."
She nodded understandingly, "What are you going to do about work?"
"I'll get a transfer to Forks."I said, thinking quickly, "We can stay with Mom until we organise our own place."
Not even a week later we had told the real estate agent that we were leaving after Lee had all but demanded to come with us. It had been a pleasant shock for me but we had been close since I told him about being a werewolf. He would be transferring to the high school in La Push as a sport teacher and would come down a week after we would get there.
"Are you sure you're not too stressed?" I asked Lorry for what must have been the fiftieth time since we had gotten to the airport.
"I'm fine." She reassured me, rolling her eyes exasperatedly. "Come on, our flight's boarding."
I was silent during the flight to Seattle, knowing that when we got there I would be returning to the one place that I had promised never to return. Everything that I had run from was now returning; my anger at everyone, the lack of control over my life and the taunts that I received from my so called 'brothers'.
But I would return for my parents.
A/N sorry this chapter is a bit...everywhere. this story isn't going to be going for much longer. Thanks for the reviews!
