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Chapter 13

Later that night, I stood in the back of the hospital room while Kim and Jared stood next to the bed that held a tired looking Emily as she smiled at Sam who sat next to her on the bed with a small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket. Paul had gone off to make a few calls to give everyone the news on behalf of the happy couple leaving me on my own with the others. Even though I considered them all my friends, I didn't want to intrude on the moment because I hadn't been a part of their family, as Seth had put it, for very long. It was probably very silly of me to think that, but I really couldn't help it.

Emily's labor had been a bit intense on the tiny woman considering her son came out at nearly nine pounds. Her water had broke on the way to the hospital and her dilation had gone so quickly that Sam had barely made it to the hospital in time. By the time he arrived, Emily had already been prepped for delivery and was getting ready to start pushing. At first her doctor had been worried that she wouldn't be able to deliver the baby naturally considering his size, but Emily managed even though she needed many, many, stitches afterwards. Emily was now officially my hero in all aspects of being a woman.

There was a reason she was Sam's perfect match. She was just as tough and strong willed as he was, but her strengths were all under the surface. Even though she wasn't much older than me, she reminded me of my mom in a lot of ways. Sighing quietly to myself, I turned my eyes from the group and looked out the window. The clouds had moved in, but they weren't thick so the moon was still shining through and creating an eerie glow through the clouds that hid it.

"Harper," Emily said with a light laugh and I turned my eyes to her only to see everyone looking at me. "Come over here. You don't have to stand all the way over there." I slowly made my way over to the bedside, standing next where Sam sat on the bed smiling at me. Jared and Kim stood on the other side of the bed, Jared standing with his arm wrapped around Kim's waist and Kim snuggled into his side as she looked at me with a crooked smile. I gave her a small smile before I turned my eyes back to Sam and gently ran my left forefinger over the forehead of the resting baby boy. Since he was a newborn he didn't really look like either of them yet, but I could already tell that he had Sam's nose and Emily's full lips.

"Do you want to hold him?" Sam asked and I looked up from the baby and at him.

"Can I?" I asked softly and Sam chuckled.

"Sure," he said before he stood. I stepped back a bit so he had room to stand fully before he started to hold the baby out to me. I carefully took the baby into my arms and rested his neck on my arm. He cooed a bit and fussed slightly before he settled down and let out a breath. I smiled down at him as I fixed his blanket with my left hand as I held him with my right.

"He's beautiful," I said through my smile before I looked up from the baby and at Emily and then Sam as he sat back down on the bed next to her and gently pulled her close to him. "So, are you guys going to tell us his name yet or are you waiting?" They laughed and Sam nodded his head.

"Daniel James," he said and I looked down at the little baby boy in my arms.

"Daniel James, huh," I said. "I think I'll call you DJ, Daniel is a bit of a mouthful and you don't look like a Dan or a Danny to me," I whispered to him knowing that the four other people in the room probably heard me because they all chuckled.

"Everyone says 'congratulations' and you'll probably have a handful of visitors tomorrow," came Paul's voice from behind me and I turned around to smile at him. He stopped short when his eyes fell on me and a strange expression came across his face. I couldn't describe the look on his face as he looked at me, but it wasn't an uncomfortable expression. It was warm and his eyes were filled with the same adoration they always were filled with when he looked at me.

"I'm pretty sure that if Abigail didn't have Claire to tend to, she would have been up here ages ago," Emily said, referring to her sister, and I turned away from Paul to look back at Emily who gave me a tired smile before she glanced at her son. I heard Paul walk up behind me and when his heat washed over my back I knew he was right behind me.

"I'll call Quil in the morning," Jared said. "I don't think he'd mind watching Claire so Abigail can come up to the hospital." At Sam's party, Paul told me that Claire was Quil's imprint.

At first I had been freaked out that Quil had imprinted on a little girl, but Paul had been quick to explain that Quil didn't have romantic feelings for Claire. He was more like a protective big brother and would be there for her throughout the stages of her life and when she was old enough it would be up to her whether the friendship they would undoubtedly have would become something more. I had also learned during that conversation that they didn't age so long as they continued to phase into their wolf forms, but once they stopped phasing they would age at a normal rate.

"I know you all are excited for the new baby, but visiting hours ended ages ago and the new Mommy needs to rest and Baby Uley needs to go to the nursery so she can," the nurse said as she walked into the room and stood at the foot of Emily's bed. "Daddy can stay, but the rest of you need to scoot." We all quietly laughed at the stern expression on the older woman's face as she stood there with her hands on her hips fighting the smile that threatened to spoil her serious face.

"She's right," I said as I looked away from the nurse and at Emily. "I should be getting home anyway before Jason has a coronary or something." Emily laughed and I quickly handed DJ to her so she could say good night to her son and the second my hand was to my side, Paul laced the fingers of his left hand with my right and squeezed but before I could look at him Sam spoke.

"Tell Jason that we'll put the Henderson project on hold until Thursday," Sam said and I nodded. "I'll call them in the morning and let them know. They'll understand. They've got four kids." Everyone chuckled while I smiled.

"Sam, do you mind if I borrow your truck to take Harper home?" Paul asked and Sam shook his head before he pulled his keys from his jeans pocket before he handed them off to Paul. "Come on, Harper," Paul said quietly from beside me and I turned my eyes up to him. "Let's get you home." I nodded before I looked back at Sam and Emily.

"I'll see you guys later. Get some rest," I added, looking pointedly at Emily and she smiled at me.

"I will," she promised and Paul and I left while Kim and Jared said good bye to Sam and Emily. We walked in a comfortable silence out of the hospital and to Sam's truck.

"He's such a cute baby isn't he?" I asked him as we walked outside and I moved a little closer to him when the chilly night air washed over me. He let go of my hand to wrap his arm around me and I smiled as I wrapped my right arm around his waist while we continued to Sam's truck.

"He is," he said softly, like he was thinking, and as we reached Sam's truck we came to a stop at the passenger side.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked as I pulled away from him and rested my back against the crookedly parked truck. Sam had obviously been in hurry.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked as he too rested against the truck, but he was only resting his right shoulder against the cold metal and looked down at me.

"Yes," I said as I smiled at him and he sighed quietly.

"I'm just wondering what our kids will look like," he said and I uncrossed my arms as my eyebrows shot up into my hair and my mouth went dry. I cared a lot about Paul, so much so that I was pretty sure that I loved him, but I wasn't ready to tell him that yet; and I certainly wasn't ready to have kids with him.

"Paul, you do know that I am years from even thinking of having children," I said as I pushed myself off of the truck and turned so I was facing him completely. He quickly pushed himself off the truck as well and stepped closer to me.

"I know that, Harper," he said in a rush as he put his hands on my upper arms and shook his head gently. "I just . . . seeing you hold Daniel just made think about it." He moved his hands from my arms to my neck and gently ran his thumbs along my jaw as our eyes locked in the dimly lit parking lot.

"Is that because of . . . you know," I said slowly and carefully just in case there was someone around I couldn't see. He knew what I was talking about because a thoughtful look crossed his face before he shook his head negatively.

"I don't think so," he said as he stilled his thumbs and kept them on my jaw. "I love you, Harper, and I think that it has more to do with the fact that we'll be married and starting a family of our own someday. I know it won't be for a long while yet, but I was only thinking about what they might look like." He laughed quietly before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine.

"They'll probably have a lighter complexion than me because you're a pale face," he said teasingly which made me chuckle as he continued, "and they could have your auburn hair and my brown eyes or my black hair and your amazing blue-green eyes. In truth, I really don't care what they look like so long as they're healthy," he paused and lifted his forehead from mine and looked down at me with a smile. "All I know for sure is that if we have a daughter and she's half as beautiful as you are, I'm going to be in a lot of trouble."

I didn't really know what to say, so, I just gave him a small smile. I hadn't really thought about it since we'd only been together for such a short while, but he was right. Eventually we would be married and starting a family, but I wasn't going to be picking out china patterns anytime soon. I was far from ready to take that step, but Paul would wait for me. I decided play along with him so he would know I wasn't upset because I wasn't. I had been caught off guard, but I wasn't upset with him.

"Well, if we have a son and he has an ounce of the charm you seem to have around me, the entire female population in the surrounding area will be in a lot of trouble," I said earning a chuckle from Paul before he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine while I raised my hands to rest on his forearms. He pulled away from me far too soon for my liking and I sighed quietly.

"It's getting late and Jason's probably waiting up for you. We need to get you home," he said softly after several seconds of just standing there and looking at each other. I nodded and we reluctantly let go of each other before he unlocked the truck and I climbed in while he walked around to the driver's side. Once we both were settled in the truck, Paul started it up, and started to drive but not before he took my left hand into his right and held it the entire drive to my house.

It didn't seem to take very long to get to my house and I wasn't surprised to see the living room lights on, but the curtains were drawn so I couldn't see in to know exactly where Jason was. Paul parked the truck next to Jason's, but kept the engine running. I looked away from the house and at Paul.

"So, I guess it's time to say good night," he said quietly and I sighed quietly as I unbuckled my seatbelt before I moved closer to him over the bench seat of the truck and took his hand into mine again. A new development in our relationship was that I hated saying good bye to him. Over the last week, whenever we parted, it always made me feel like a piece of me was missing and since I knew his secret I knew why, but that didn't mean I liked it. I hated it and I had a feeling he hated it too.

He looked at me and I raised my right hand to his face, running my fingers across his cheek before I gently gripped the side of his head and pulled his lips down to mine. Paul untwined his fingers from mine and wrapped his arm around my waist so he could pull me closer as he deepened our kiss. It wasn't long before I felt his left hand on my hip and it slide up my waist; and when I felt his thumb brush the underside of my right breast, I pushed his hand down but didn't break our kiss. However, when I pushed his hand away he was quick to release me before he licked his lips and turned away from me, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"I'm sorry, Harper," he said, his voice heavy.

"Paul," I said softly and he turned his head so he was looking at me, but kept his hands on the steering wheel. "It's okay." I moved closer to him and covered his right hand on the steering wheel with mine. "I didn't mean for you to stop kissing me. I just didn't want your hand to go up any higher."

"Which is why we should probably say good night now because I don't think I can control myself at the moment," he said before he looked away from me and I felt his hand tense under mine. I sighed and lowered my hand from his.

"Okay," I whispered. "Good night Paul." I slid across the seat and climbed out of the truck feeling a little rejected, but I knew that he wasn't rejecting me that way. He pushed me away so he wouldn't cross any lines and so I wouldn't feel uncomfortable. However, it hurt all the same. I walked up to the house, with my arms crossed in front of me but before I even reached the porch steps, hot hands grasped my upper arms and turned me around. I gasped quietly as I looked up and in the darkness I could just barely make out Paul's features and the troubled look on his face before his hands moved up to gently hold my face in his hands.

"I love you," he whispered before he kissed me chastely and just as quickly as he had come up to me he was gone and back in the truck before he pulled out of the driveway and was gone. I stood there dumbfounded for a second before I turned around and walked up the steps and into the house in a slight daze. Thankfully, I managed to get myself together before Jason came walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of chips in his hands.

"Hey, I was wondering when you were going to get home," he said before he stuffed a few chips in his mouth and sat down on the sofa. I smiled at him and joined him on the sofa, stealing a few of his chips in the process. He mock glared at me and I laughed as I ate the chips. "How's Emily?"

"Tired, but good otherwise," I said. I knew that Jason had been one of the people Paul had called to give the news to, so, I didn't have to give him all the details. "Sam wanted me to tell you the Henderson project's going to be on hold until Thursday."

"Great," he said with a smile. "I'll be able to get a few chores done around here then." I nodded absently as I took another chip from his bowl, which made him roll his eyes.

"Since you'll be home tomorrow, can I borrow the truck? I want to visit with Emily again tomorrow," I said and he nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "I should have everything I need in the garage. I picked everything up forever ago."

"Thanks," I said before I leaned across the couch and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to head off to bed. Good night," I said as I stood and he smiled at me.

"Night, Harper," he said and I went into the hallway and into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I got ready for bed, climbed under the covers, and it wasn't long before I fell asleep to dreams filled with a certain boy that managed to put the pieces of my heart back together and held it with warm gentle hands.