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Chapter 14

I shut the door behind me and paused to take off my jacket and scarf. "I'm home!" I called to my mom. I headed into the kitchen smelling chicken frying. She turned around, looking slightly disdainful.

"Where have you been?"

I shrugged and sat down at the bar, grabbing a roll and buttering it up. "I went over to the Kimkirk's for a while. They wanted to talk with me." I tried to say it as casually as I could.

"You went where?" She demanded, her eyes flashing. My dad came around the corner, pushing up his sleeves.

"What happened?" He asked, smiling.

My mom turned to him. "Sarah," she nodded her head toward me, "went over to the Kimkirk's house today." I looked down at the roll I was chewing on, not meeting my dad's eyes.

"Why did you go there, Sarah? I thought we discussed this already and decided you weren't going to have anything to do with them and neither would the baby."

I stared at the pieces of roll I was tearing off and piling up. "No, that's what you decided. They just wanted to talk. They want to be a part of the baby's life too. And Paul."

My dad sighed and rubbed his temples. "Sarah, you know it won't work out. And Paul is nothing but bad news for you. Those people aren't the type of family my grandchild needs. The baby will be taken care of without them."

I looked up slowly, glancing at my mom's stricken face as she shoved a bowl of mashed potatoes at me on the counter. "But they're the baby's grandparents too. Paul's the father of the baby, I can't just not let them be around if they choose to be. It's not right."

"I don't care if it's right, I don't want you going over there and visiting them. We don't even know anything about them. I just know I don't like their son and I don't want you near him. The other day I saw him and a bunch of other hooligans running around in the snow half dressed. I don't see how Sam Uley puts up with them."

I frowned. I'd liked the Kimkirk's. They were honestly nice people. "But it's not your choice. It's mine and Paul's baby, not yours. I'm pregnant with Paul Kimkirk's baby whether you like it or not so you're going to have to start liking him and his family," I said angrily. I could feel tears running down my cheeks as I got upset. Why couldn't they just get along? I pushed the stool back and grabbed a hold of the bar to pull myself, my dad reached over to help and I gave him a dirty look. "I'm fine."

My mom sighed. "Sarah, don't get yourself all upset over this please, sweetie. Just sit down at the table and eat dinner, okay?" She gave me a pleading look as she carried the bowls over and sat them down. I glanced at the chicken and the pitcher of lemonade. I was pretty hungry. I sighed as I went over to the table, wiping my cheeks as I sat down.

My dad pushed the food at me. "I guess its okay if you go over there, but only if Mrs. Kimkirk is there too, okay?"

I nodded, putting a spoon full of potatoes into my mouth. I hadn't realized how hungry I was for something other than my health food snacks. I swallowed and sipped my lemonade. "She wants to meet you guys. I told her already I didn't think you would meet her, though."

My mom looked surprised. "I don't know what she wants with us. It's better if I don't see her. It might not turn out so well for any of us." My dad nodded his silent agreement. I'd at least got them to agree to let me do what I wanted with the baby, I probably shouldn't push the whole meeting them.

I waited a few minutes before daring to bring up the next arguable topic. "There's something else I wanted to talk to you about too," I began. My dad put his fork down and looked at me. "I don't think I want to go to Forks to the doctor anymore. I think I'd rather just have the baby at home with a midwife here on the reservation."

My mom and dad exchanged looks. "I think that's a bad idea. You need to go to Forks. There are too many things that could go wrong. Having babies at home is not exactly modern, we have a hospital for a reason," my mom said unhappily.

"Are they telling you to do this or something?" My dad asked angrily.

I shook my head, not wanting them to get even madder at the Kimkirks. "Its just that all the babies in the tribe are born on the reservation and I thought that mine should be, just like his or her Quileute family was."

My mom rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "You're not Quileute, Sarah. You're not a member of the tribe. You're having the baby in Forks. I don't trust those midwives they have, anyway." My dad was nodding in agreement with her. "It's just a bunch of tribal mumbo jumbo that they do."

"But the baby is Quileute. Paul's a member of the tribe. He works with the council, they're big on tradition and I don't think its right for his own flesh and blood to be born anywhere else. Mrs. Kimkirk gave me the number of a midwife to start seeing." I looked at their faces, trying to see if that made them any madder.

My mom had her head in her hands, with her elbows on the table. "You can't just not go to a doctor. There might be something wrong and you won't know it."

"The midwife will be able to tell. I really want to do things this way, mom. It means a lot to me," I said softly.

My dad cleared his throat. "Then we'll do it your way. I guess I do understand what you mean about the baby being Quileute and wanting it to be born the way that they traditionally are."

I couldn't help but grin now. I'd won them over. "Thank you!" I jumped up from my chair and went around the table and hugged him tightly. "It means a lot to me."

My mom still looked uneasy at the idea of it. "I suppose we could see how it goes. I'll cancel your appointment tomorrow but you still need to go shopping for some clothes. You can't keep wearing just your track pants and pajamas everywhere. I noticed your jacket barely fits now too."

I knew that. I hardly had anything that fit me now. Even my track pants were tightening on me. "I'm getting fat already. I can't even wear any of my regular shirts now. Only these sweaters fit." I picked at the skin of the chicken. "Would you mind if we did some shopping for the baby too? I want to get a few things just to have ready."

She nodded quickly. "I thought we could go into town tomorrow and see what kind of nursery sets they have at the furniture store so we don't have to haul a crib back from Seattle or Port Angles."

"Sounds good to me." I pushed my plate back and got up slowly. "I'm going to bed, I don't feel good." I grabbed my lemonade to take with me and waved to them as I went to my room. I kicked my pants off, not even bothering to put on pajamas as I crawled into the bed. I knew Paul wasn't coming tonight but I needed a replacement. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under me, clutching at it. It wasn't the best but it would work. I shut my eyes and let myself drift off, feeling the mental toll of the day hitting me.

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I put on my new maternity clothes. I didn't care for them that much, I hated the elastic band that went over me. We'd gone shopping a few days ago for them and I'd taken forever trying to find girly enough ones. I had to admit though, I preferred the pink shirt I had on to any of my other ones, and this one didn't hug my stomach as bad. I ran my fingers through my hair, glimpsing in the mirror deciding I looked okay.

"Sarah, we need to go soon, okay?" My mom called out.

"Coming!" I yelled back, grabbing my purse and leaving my room quickly. We were going to run over to the furniture store to look at a few things. I followed her out to the car and got in, buckling myself up.

"So were you thinking white or wood colored?" My mom asked as we neared the store. I shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, really." I was more worried about my mom and Paul's finally meeting today. My mom had no clue she worked at the store.

My mom pulled into a space and we went in, looking over a few things. I wandered off on my own, looking at dressers. I could hear my mom talking to someone on the other side of the store.

"Well this is the one I'm getting for my son, actually. It's sturdier and comes with the changing table." I heard Mrs. Kimkirk's voice saying. I froze. Oh, no….

"Oh, really? You're expecting a grandchild too? When's the due date?" My mom asked excitedly. "My daughter's due in the fall, in October."

"That's about the same as my son's girlfriend, actually." I hurried around the corner then. "Oh, Hello Sarah! I wasn't expecting you," she said with a bright smile.

Realization dawned on both womens' faces when they looked from me back to each other. "Mom, this is Mrs. Kimkirk, Paul's mother. Mrs. Kimkirk, this is my mom, Sandra."

Mrs. Kimkirk held out her hand for my mom to shake. "I'm so glad we finally got to meet, I've been trying to get Sarah to introduce us for a week or two now."

My mom looked at her hand and didn't take it; instead she got a cold look on her face. "Come on Sarah, I think we're done in here." She turned to go. I gave Mrs. Kimkirk as apologetic look as I went to leave with her.

"I'd like to talk to you for a moment, if you don't mind," Mrs. Kimkirk said hurriedly. My mom stopped and turned back around to give her an annoyed look.

"I don't have time to talk to the likes of you and you might as well bring the crib you bought back to the store because the baby won't be at your house overnight, anyway," my mom shot out at her.

I opened my mouth to speak and Mrs. Kimkirk held a hand up to stop me. "I think the baby will be. After all, the baby does belong to my son. And speaking of my son, I don't know what you hold against him so pig-headedly but its time you drop it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Were these two ladies really fixing to have it out right here in the store with all of these witnesses?

"Your son," my mom spat out "got my barely sixteen-year old daughter pregnant for starters after I told him to stay away from her."

Mrs. Kimkirk got a sweet smile on her face and spoke in an even sweeter voice. "And your sixteen-year old daughter had sex with my son, did she not? Paul didn't get Sarah pregnant all alone, I'm sure, and maybe just maybe, have you considered that your daughter didn't stay away Paul?"

It was true. We'd both done things we weren't supposed to in order to see each other. We snuck out, we lied, we deliberately turned them against each other without meaning to. I looked down at the wooden floor.

"Can we go, please?"

Mrs. Kimkirk reached over and hugged me. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but its time they realized its not just Paul that did something wrong. Please don't be upset with me."

My mom rolled her eyes. "I've had enough. Come on." She started walking back out.

"If you change your mind, come by!" Mrs. Kimkirk called out. I gave her a small smile as I followed my mom to the car. Talk about a rough start. I got in and slammed the door shut.

"Why did you do that, mom?"

She started the car and started backing out slowly. "She was rude to me too, Sarah. I don't like her." I shook my head as I looked out the window; we passed the garage where Paul and Sam worked at. I could see Sam and Paul's shapes in the building. Bigger than the rest.

I'd already decided where I was going tonight. It was Saturday and Paul didn't have to go to school so I didn't see a better day to go over than tonight. It'd been a little over a week that the doctor had said to take it easy. It had driven us both crazy not to be able to do much. It was even more frustrating when Sam had given Paul all late night patrols.

We got home and I got out of the car quickly, knowing I'd have to hurry up and pack and call Paul to stop by for me after work. I grabbed the cordless phone and an apple and took off to my room while my mom relayed the events to my dad who was trying hard not to laugh at her. I dialed the garages number and waited while they got Paul.

"Hello?" He came across sounding worried.

I smiled as I tossed some stuff into a bag. "Hey sexy," I said playfully.

"Sarah? Is everything okay?" He said surprised.

"It will be if you come get me after work, I'll be ready," I teased him.

Paul laughed then, realizing what I was after. "Okay. I'll be there in about half an hour, love you." He hung up quickly, not waiting for me to reply. I tossed the phone on the bed and grabbed my toothbrush and things from the bathroom.

I trudged into the living room a few minutes later with my bag and sat down heavily on the couch. My dad looked at me surprised. "Going somewhere?"

I nodded, knowing I'd have to tell them eventually anyway. "To Paul's. I'm staying the night with him. He's coming by for me in a few minutes."

My dad turned green and my mom gasped a little bit. "It's not right, Sarah. You can't just stay there, you're only sixteen."

I shrugged at her, watching the window for signs of his truck. "It's not like we can do anything we haven't done before. Especially since his entire family will be there with us too," I pointed out.

"It's not right, though. I already don't approve of this situation," my dad started. I got up from the couch and grabbed my bag, I could hear Paul outside.

"I'll be back tomorrow," I said smiling at them. I kissed my dad on the cheek as I rushed out. I practically ran to Paul's truck and got in. I wrinkled my nose up. Grease.

"God… you stink."

Paul laughed as he backed out. "You smell pretty good," he observed, breathing in. I filled him in on what had happened earlier and to my surprise he laughed about it. He thought it was funny that they fought.

We pulled at his house and he grabbed my bag as we got out and headed inside. I followed behind him, no one was here yet. "So I can either take a shower or we can do other stuff," he suggested winking at me. I thought about it, I wanted him. But he smelled like a dirty old grease pit.

"Shower," I ordered. He led me into his room and started grabbing some clothes at random. I sat down at the bed and watched him as he grabbed a pair of board shorts. "So did you like work?"

He rolled his eyes and leaned over me. "Not really, but it's worth it. I get to take care of you and the baby this way." I smiled at him as he pressed his lips over mine, just brushing them and then took off to the bathroom. "I'll be back."

I leaned back onto his bed, looking around. He didn't have a lot of decoration in here. I adjusted his pillows around, laying back. I didn't feel like getting up and turning the Tv on. I waited patiently, hoping he'd hurry before someone came back. I heard the door open again a few minutes later and he came in, still dripping from the shower, clothes in hand. Paul smirked at me when I looked him over; he had a towel tied around his waist.

"Less to take off," he explained as he slid down beside me.

I wrapped my arms on his neck, pulling him closer. I'd waited too long for him, I decided as he kissed the curve of my neck. I moaned lightly when I felt him sliding his hands further down pushing my jeans down lower. His warm fingers slipped inside of me in one move, I pressed my body against his wanting to be as close to him as I could be. I shut my eyes, leaning my head on his shoulder as he pumped his fingers in and out. I sighed, it was great but it wasn't what I wanted.

"It's not enough. I want you," I whispered in his ear.

Paul smirked as he slowly stopped what he was doing, leaving his hand in between my legs. "Not now. Maybe later."

I hadn't ever had to push Paul into this before. I frowned at him and shoved his hand away from me. "Why not now?" A sudden thought hit me. He didn't want to sleep with me. He probably thought I was fat and ugly-looking already. "Is it because of last time? Or because you don't want to see me undressed anymore?" I asked, my cheeks turning red already.

"No, it's because it'll have to be fast if we do anything right now and I don't want it to be. I'd rather be kind of… gentle this time," he said, his voice sounding husky.

Gentle? If there was one word to describe our sex life, it wasn't gentle. I'd just kind of gotten used to it over time, and learned that was Paul.

"You don't have to be gentle, though." I told him, pulling everything back into place. The front door closed just then and Paul stood up trying to grab his clothes just as Mrs. Kimkirk came in. She eyed him suspiciously as he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hey, mom."

She nodded at him and then smiled at me. "I hope I didn't make her too mad," she said with a hint of teasing. I laughed at her and waved her off.

"It's good for her. She's going to have to get used to you guys being a part of the baby." Paul gave us an impatient look as he grabbed his pants and took off down the hall to get dressed.

"So you're going to stay with us tonight?" Mrs. Kimkirk asked happily. She nodded at my bag on the floor beside the dresser. I nodded back.

"I didn't think you guys would mind. I've been at Sam and Emily's three days in a row, I thought I should give them a break from me."

Mrs. Kimkirk looked behind her before she spoke. "That poor soul. Emily's been through so much this past year, being disowned by most her family, then that horrible attack that left her scarred. And her poor baby." She shook her head sadly. "Don't you let her and Sam talk you into anything either. I know she wants a baby bad enough to do whatever she has to for one. I figured that was why she took such a liking to you."

I frowned at her. I hadn't known Emily had a baby before. I certainly didn't think Emily only wanted to be my friend because I was pregnant and wanted it. "I'm not giving the baby away. If I did though, Emily and Sam would have been first choice. Emily knows already I'm keeping the baby, she doesn't even mention wanting it."

Mrs. Kimkirk nodded approvingly. "She must have decided that being near a baby was enough for her. She always has her sister's kids."

Paul came back in, fully clothed to my disappointment. "What you wanna do?" He asked me, leaning in the door. I shrugged and got up, holding my stomach that seemed to be getting bigger and bigger everyday.

"Nothing that I have to move a lot to do." Paul put a hand on my lower back as I walked in front of him to the front part of the house. He guided me to the couch and pushed me down on it.

"Movie, I guess," he said as he turned the Tv on and sat down beside me. Mrs. Kimkirk just smiled as she went behind us into the tiny kitchen and started moving things around. I glanced behind me.

"I'll go help her," I said pushing myself up and walking in timidly. "Anything I could do to help?"

She shook her head. "No, you go sit down. You're a guest here, I can handle fixing dinner alone like I always do."

I sighed as I headed back to the couch, feeling defeated. I flopped down beside Paul. His hands automatically went to rest on my stomach like they had been lately.

"I like this one," I told him, snuggling in next to him. He shifted so that I leaned onto his shoulder and pulled a woven blanket off the back of the couch and tossed it over me halfway. I rested my head against him, feeling content beside him. It was a relief to be able to relax and hang out like this.

We watched movie after movie until I was dozing in and out. I had my arms wrapped around his middle when he shook me gently. "No… don't leave me yet," I mumbled tightening my hold.

Paul laughed, I could hear others laughing too as he tried to pry my hands off of him. "I'm not leaving you. Its time for dinner." I opened my eyes and blinked as everything came into focus. I was at Paul's. I sat up slowly, letting him loose.

"Oh, Sorry. I guess I fell asleep and forgot I was here."

Paul stood up and stretched and then reached down to pull me up too. "Come on, I'm starved." I let him tug me up and followed him into the kitchen wary of whatever it was I was smelling. I sat down where he indicated and smiled warmly at Ellie who shied away from me. Mr. Kimkirk passed me a glass of herbal tea as he walked by.

"Here you go. My wife made that for you."

I took a small sip and tasted it. It didn't taste good. I sipped it again and placed it on the table. Mrs. Kimkirk was on my right and passed me a plate. I looked down at it and saw what I smelled. "Deer meat?" I asked slowly. She nodded.

"Its one of Paul's favorites."

I glanced at Paul quickly as I shoved my chair back and took off. Deer. How disgusting. I went into the bathroom and shut the door, flinging myself over the toilet. I heard someone knocking on the door softly. I didn't answer as I got sick again. The door opened and Mrs. Kimkirk slid in and shut it behind her.

"I'm so sorry, Sarah. I didn't know it'd make you sick like this. I told them to hurry up and eat it and throw the rest away."

I leaned back and grabbed a piece of tissue to wipe my mouth with. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin dinner." I felt shaky when I spoke. Mrs. Kimkirk shook her head as she got me a washcloth and wiped my face off with it.

"You didn't ruin anything. I should've known you wouldn't eat deer meat and things like we did."

I closed my eyes; it felt good for her to sponge off my now hot face. I reached up for the counter and pulled myself up slowly. I rinsed my mouth out a few times before deciding it felt clean enough for the moment.

"I don't get sick a lot, just when I smell or see something I don't like. Or when I get too hot."

"Aren't you seeing the midwife Monday?" She asked as we went back to the kitchen.

I nodded, I'd almost forgotten. "Yeah, she was more than happy to start seeing me when I told her the baby was Paul's. She said it would be an honor or something."

Mrs. Kimkirk smiled. "We're close heirs of different members of the tribe that used to be important. It makes some of the older people like Paul. I know most of the others don't care for him too much."

I sat back down slowly, all the deer meat was gone from the table. The pan it'd been cooked in was soaking and Paul had lit a candle.

"Thank you."

Ellie chanced a look at me. "Is she sick?"

Mr. Kimkirk laughed. "Kind of, Ellie. Sarah will be finem though. If you're done why don't you go play with your dolls for a while, honey?' She hopped down from the table and walked off, looking at me again.

Paul pushed my plate at me, he'd put all vegetables on it. "Eat something. It might make you feel better. You haven't had anything since you got here."

I picked up my fork and looked at the food, wondering if I should chance it. I speared a piece of broccoli and bit into it. I chewed it up slowly, waiting to see if I was going to get nauseous before I swallowed it. I finished eating with Paul and his parents in mostly silence.

I got up and took my plate to the sink and dipped it into the water and started washing the dishes that were in there. I rinsed off the silverware aware of Paul beside me trying to take the dish cloth out of my hands.

"I can do the dishes. I'm not that helpless. Your mom cooked." Paul scowled at me as I stood there washing and scrubbing. Mrs. Kimkirk watched us.

"Don't even argue with her, Paul. She's not going to let it rest until we let her do something."

I put the last plate up a few minutes later and turned to him, wiping my hands off. "Okay, what do you usually do now?"

Paul leaned against the counter looking like a chiseled piece of stone he was so perfect. "I dunno. I usually watch Tv before I go outside and check my traps and stuff and head over to your house." I knew what he meant by traps. He meant he did patrol.

"Aren't you going to do that tonight?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"No. Sam's going to do it tonight. Emily's mad at him anyway and doesn't want him around. It gives him something to do." He stood up straight. "Come on." He held out his hand for me. I took it and followed him through his house again. He flipped the light on in his room. "Enough hanging out with the family."

I laughed as I grabbed my bag. "I'll be right back." I headed off to brush my teeth, not being able to take it anymore. I went back out, and slipped into his room again.

"So I guess we're not sleeping apart? One of us on the couch?" I asked him as I dug around my bag again.

Paul laughed loudly as he watched me. "Hardly. My mom and dad kinda think of it like this: At least if you're staying here, I'll stay here. And there's no point in us sleeping apart from each other when we won't, anyway. Plus, there's not really anything we can do that we shouldn't."

I stood up with my pajamas and changed quickly, so quickly that Paul scoffed at me as he turned the Tv on and laid back on top of the blankets. I crawled beside him, sliding under them. He flipped the channels, not even looking at them. "So… you sleepy still?" He asked glancing at me.

I pretended to yawn. "Kind of." I rolled onto my side and looked over at him. Even in the dark Paul was gorgeous. "When does everyone else go to bed?"

Paul moved his hand down to feel the baby. "I'm not even sure. I haven't been here after dinner in a while. Mom will probably come in here before she does though. And Ellie."

I shifted around, getting comfortable beside him; the light from the TV was illuminating the glint in his eyes. "Wake me up when everyone is asleep, I know you can tell." I had barely shut my eyes when Ellie flew into the room and bounded onto the bed with us.

"Mom says to come tell you and Sarah goodnight. I wanted to stay up and watch Tv with you, though," she pouted at Paul, giving him sad eyes. Paul laughed as he grabbed her under the arms and pulled her on top of him.

"Tomorrow night, okay? I'll tell mom I said its okay. Sarah's not feeling good tonight."

Ellie eyed me a moment. "She looks pale."

I giggled at her. "I'm not that sick." Paul tickled Ellie, making her shriek and squeal until his mom came in.

"Don't get her all hyped up, Paul." He let go of her and she leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek

"Night," she said as she crawled off of his bed and followed their mom to her room. Mrs. Kimkirk shook her head at us.

"Night, kids." She pulled the door shut as she left.

Paul turned to me. "Don't go to sleep. They'll all be passed out in about fifteen minutes."

I sighed as I sat back up and leaned on him, watching Tv in silence. He had one arm tossed over the top of my shoulders as we watched Tv for what felt like forever before he tilted his head. I fought back a laugh when I thought I saw his ears twitch.

"They're asleep," he said nudging me. It was music to my ears as I let myself roll over on top of him. I straddled him. His hands went to my hips and rested there as I leaned down and kissed him, packing it with the passion I'd been holding back all day.

His lips caressed mine. His tongue slid in between my lips and forced itself into mine. Paul's hands were on my bottom now, grabbing as I leaned further up, before I started to get off of him. I wanted him on top of me, to feel his body against mine. I slid off of him and laid down as he took the hint and got on top, kissing my neck. I traced circles on the arch of his back lightly, drinking in every moment we had together. It'd been torture to go a week without him. We literally hadn't ever gone that long without some sort of intimate action. We just weren't capable of keeping our hands off of each other.

He tugged my thin top off, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed and undid the clasp of the lacy, pink bra I'd worn under it. His mouth kissed my collar bone, going lower, and lower until I felt him take one of my peaks into his mouth. I moaned lightly at first and he moved away quickly, kissing down my stomach. He paused at my abdomen before kissing it lightly and then running his tongue on my thighs.

"No…" I whispered as he started to push my legs apart. He stopped, confused and came back up to look at me face to face.

" 'No' you don't want me to?"

I sighed and pushed on him a little bit. "I don't want that. I want you." I leaned over and kissed on his ear lobe and bit his neck. "We could have done that all week."

Paul smirked a bit as he rolled over, not putting his weight on me to hover above me. I looked up into his eyes with anticipation as he looked back at me, not moving an inch. "I don't want to hurt you again," he said softly.

I rolled my eyes at him, he knew as well as I did that anytime we were together it would hurt somehow. "You won't. Not in a bad way." I pushed my hips up, trying to get him to enter me.

He moved slightly, paused right at my entrance. "I might, though. I don't think we should…" I glared at him a moment, daring him to get off of me.

"Paul Kimkirk, if you know what's good for you you'll have sex with me right now. And you'll make it mind blowing."

Paul laughed at me. That only made it worse. I sighed loudly. "Either do it or get off and I'll go find someone that will sleep with me." I pushed my hands on his chest, trying to make him get off. He pushed me back down gently, pushing inside of me quickly. "Oh!" I gasped loudly, I hadn't been expecting that. I clutched his back, adjusting. It still hurt at first, but it was replaced quickly with wanting him.

"Shh. Be quiet," he ordered as he pulled back his hips slowly, leaving only the first few inches of himself inside of me. I squirmed, trying to guide him in again. "Nuh-uh, I'll decide when you're ready," he said softly, a hint of slyness in his tone. It was torture, laying here with only half of what I'd been wanting for so long. He rolled his hips in a circle, making me moan softly.

"I'm ready to smack you if you don't just... do it already." I was pregnant, tired, and sexually frustrated with a boyfriend that was declared a sex god among every girl he'd been with.

"You're being too pushy," Paul said pulling out completely. He rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. I felt like crying. I'd been so damn close… I turned away from him, pulling the blankets around myself.

"Maybe I should go home tonight."

Paul sighed. I felt his warm hand touch my shoulder. I shrugged it off of me. "Don't touch me," I snapped at him. If he couldn't have sex with me, he couldn't touch me at all. I leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed a handful of my clothes and get dressed again.

"Don't be like this," Paul pleaded. He'd rolled onto his side to watch me as I stood up to put my panties and pajama bottoms on again.

"I wasn't asking for much. I just wanted- no, needed you." I felt the tears starting to form and sat down on the edge of the bed without getting dressed. I hunched over and wiped at my eyes.

"Are you crying?" He asked worriedly, his arms wrapped around me. I didn't have the energy to shove them off again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, I swear. I was just teasing you."

I sniffled, still feeling betrayed in a way. I felt his warm lips kiss the top of my head. "Come on, I wont tease you again. You tell me what to do and I'll do it." he whispered into my ear. I nodded, turning around and catching his mouth with mine. I shoved him back, or pushed on him to make him lay back. This time I'd control whether we stopped or not. I crawled on top of him, wondering if this was such a good idea. I straddled his hips again. He held his hands out for me to hold onto as I lowered myself onto him.

"Oh, god.." I moaned as I went down. Paul's eyes searched my face.

"Does it hurt?" He asked. I shook my head quickly, this definitely didn't hurt. It was better than anything I'd experienced with him so far. He pushed his hips up and I took it as a sign to start rocking against him. Waves of pleasure jolted through me each time I went down on him again.

Paul held onto my hands as I moved up and down, I heard him growl lowly a few times, turning me on even more. I grasped at his hands. "Ugh… harder," I whimpered when I felt him thrusting up with me. I shut my eyes; the room was spinning with them open. Paul rocked his hips up opposite of mine, plunging deeper and deeper each time.

"Stop…" I gasped, slowing down. "Get on top," I ordered as I started to get off of him. His hands flew up to my sides and he pushed me down quickly, not even breaking the connection we had as he shoved me down into the pillows. I lifted one leg around his waist as he started pushing in and out in a rhythm, making me moan each time. I entwined my fingers into his hair, reminding myself to keep quiet as Paul pushed my other leg around him.

"Faster," I directed him, smashing myself against him, I was almost there. I felt his change of pace and grasped at his black locks. "Paul," I moaned, giving in to everything that had built up. He kissed the side of my face as he kept thrusting, sending me into a shakiness. I moved my hands to his chest and ran the back of my fingers across his nipple.

"Sarah..." he moaned, surprising me. Paul didn't usually say much. I pinched at it, loving this power I'd found over him. He growled again, this time it was like a purr. He moved, holding himself with only one hand as the other went down between us, to press on my nub. I bit down on my bottom lip not wanting to give in again, his finger moved in a circle, making me arch my back up involuntarily. God, he was amazing, I thought to myself. I shut my eyes, trying to give him a few minutes to release his own.

"I'll stop," he whispered as he slowed. "I know you're getting tired." He pulled out of me. I took a deep breath, I felt like I was in a sauna. His body heat and my own two orgasms were enough to make me feel like I couldn't catch my breath. He kissed my cheeks and my lips gently as he laid down beside me. I knew he was far from finished.

"But you didn't…" I whispered to him, kicking the blankets off of myself. I was burning up. I ran my fingers down his chest. He caught my hand in his own.

"I'll be okay. I'll go take a shower or something." I shook my head at him.

"No. It's okay. I'll just…" I used my other hand to tickle his hip. He didn't object as I lowered myself down halfway. His fingers ran through my hair as I took him in my mouth. I watched him under my eyelashes as he moaned softly and tried to keep from moving. I'd only just got started when I jerked my head back quickly.

"God... I am so sorry," he sputtered sitting up.

I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying not to gag as he pushed the small trash can at me. I hacked into it a few times before turning to glare at him. Paul smiled at me crookedly as he opened his arms up for me to lie in. I gave him a dirty look as I laid against him.

"I said I was sorry," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes. "It'd be different if I really thought you were." He kissed the side of my head as he tightened his grip on me.

"I love you so much." I smiled hearing him say it. A few months ago I would have thought he'd lost it if he'd been this nice to me. Paul had changed a lot from how he used to be.

"I love you, too. I just hope soon our families will learn to love each other."

Paul laughed loudly. "I wouldn't count on that. They hate each other." His hands rested on top of my stomach. "You're getting bigger. I wonder how big he is."

I smirked at his term. "He? What makes you so sure I'm carrying a boy?" I wanted a girl. I didn't want my son to have to carry on the same curses that Paul and the rest did because he had the elder blood. "It's a girl."

"No, it's a boy. I can tell. I can hear his heartbeat if I listen close enough."

I pulled away from him. "I'm sure it's a girl, though. Too bad I'm seeing the midwife or we'd know next week what we were having." Paul laid back as I finally got dressed again. I didn't want his mom or dad checking on us and finding us both completely undressed in bed together. I slid back in the bed beside him.

"You should get to sleep. You have to go to work in the morning." It was already two in the morning. We'd taken a lot longer than usual this time. He pulled his boxers on and nestled his face in the side of my neck and hair.

"You have to work too, remember?" I'd almost forgotten that. I only worked three days now. Mr. Kimkirk said it was easier if I didn't do a lot while I was there or work too much. I snuggled against his chest and we both drifted off, both of us were spent.