The song that inspired this chapter is called: Goodbye (The Saddest Word) by Celine Dion. Enjoy!

~Maxine

Chapter 10 - Momma

The weird part about the week of the memorial and funeral...La Push was not in their rainy season and everyone had expected sunshine, but it rained...All week. It was grey and dreary and it matched the family and packs aura and attitude.

Even the day the siblings buried their mother. It was nothing but a steady rain; it never eased up until everyone went home. Even then it didn't stop it was constant until exactly mid-night. The Quileute God's knew they lost one of their Quileute children.

Who would've thought tragedy could bring a whole family together? For the week of Nyla, Collin, Calvin and Brady's mothers memorial and funeral, the pack rallied around all of the family members. Though no one knew what kind of encouraging words to tell the siblings, they just all hoped their presence would help them. Paul especially never left Nyla's side. she needed him now the most and he would NOT disappoint her. He'd disappointed her enough in their relationship and he wouldn't be doing it again.

Not now.

Not ever.

The siblings all stayed in their mother's house. The twins spent a good portion with their imprints in their rooms; Brady shut him and his imprint away in his room as well. Nyla and Paul spent some time in her room, but most of it was spent sitting on the front porch swing. It was where they spent a lot of time when they were first dating.

They had buried their mother three days ago, in the morning they would be packing up all of her things. Everyone had agreed for Brady to keep the house for him and his imprint. They were getting married in a year or two and they knew their mother knew he would've gotten it anyways. He was still after all 'the baby' of the family. Brady just swore up and down he couldn't stay in the home if their mother's things were still there. So they'd all agreed her clothes would go to Goodwill or a thrift store in town. Make up, perfume and other personal items would be thrown away. Pictures would be divided into piles by which sibling was in it.

Once everything had been cleaned out of the home, the siblings found four boxes with lids and each of their name was written across the top of one box. All boxes were to be opened after marriage. So keeping as it was one of their mother's last wishes they put the boxes aside and agreed to only open them after they got married and not a day sooner.

Paul had convinced Nyla to move in with him so they could begin to fix their broken relationship, they spent a lot of nights on the front porch swing at their house. Some traditions in a relationship should never die. They would eat dinner and clean up then walk out to the swing and just sit there until they felt tired enough to go to bed. Or talk about useless things.

If Paul had to patrol Nyla wouldn't sit on the swing, she'd stay inside and wait for him to come home. Sometimes they found themselves sitting on that stupid swing at 3 AM when he was just getting home. It was all part of the process to gain their love back to the right level before proceeding further. Nyla never sat on the swing without Paul and likewise, he would never sit there without her. Maybe it was their sanctuary or their safe haven. No one in the pack understood it. At least they didn't understand it until they watched the two of them.

Silent or talkative everything or nothing at all could be said while sitting on the swing. The first couple of months sitting on the swing was spent in silence a lot. Now, more often than not they found themselves talking about pack business. The pack was still looking for Jason Merker and his little vampire buddies, and soon the Cullen's were to be returning from a six month vacation in Italy and hopefully they would prove themselves to be useful for helping the pack in finding the three vampire's who wouldn't stop terrorizing the people in Forks and La Push. Rumor had it they'd even messed with a few people in Port Angeles. Everyone involved with the pack was hopeful that soon the three vampires would be caught and dealt with.

Alexia had her c-section the week that Kim and Nyla were suffering through their injuries. Her and Jake were the proud parents of a beautiful baby boy. Jake insisted on naming him Alexander after his beautiful momma. Jake had grown accustom to calling him Alexander the Great! Alexia would just shake her head and laugh.

Kim had found herself pregnant finally with her and Jared's second child. She was secretly hoping for a boy. Marie was the light of their life, but it would only be completed if she could have a boy to round out the package of having one of each. She didn't know if two would be there limit, but so far it was working for them.

Silence.

Who knew it would sound so loud.

Much like every night Paul sat in silence on the porch swing, Nyla's back was leaning against the wooden swing arm, and her legs were draped over one of his. He held her hand and placed feather light kisses along her knuckles. Her index finger extended as she rubbed her knuckle against his strong jaw.

His eyes slowly roamed up until they locked with hers. "You okay baby? You need anything?"

Nyla smiled softly as she shook her head negatively. She sat up and leaned over and kissed his lips softly. Paul let her control the kiss, he wasn't even trying to push anything. Without retracting her lips from Paul's, Nyla moved around carefully as she sat in his lap, and felt his hands slide around her body as he pulled her closer to her.

Nyla pulled back as she locked eyes with Paul again. They were both panting to control their breathing. Paul rested his forehead against Nyla's. "Talk to me Nyla. What's on your beautiful mind?"

Nyla's pink tongue came out and wet her lips as she rolled them together and stared at Paul's onyx eyes. "I want to marry you...soon, very soon. And I want to have a baby. I want to be just as good a mother as her. I know she had her faults when she first finalized the divorce papers but my father was an asshole and wasn't helping the situation any. I can only hope to be as good as her."

"I want you to marry me too. I want to have as many babies as you'll give me with your beautiful body. I'm not picky I just want them healthy. As for being as good a mother as yours. That's hands down the easiest statement I could make tonight. You went through all the bad times with her and you know how to avoid them. You learned from her mistakes. Just like with the pack. Sam was the first the phase and he was the first the physically harm his imprint. Still to this day Sam doesn't go through a day without being hard on himself for what happened. Even though Em forgave him the day after it happened, he's still battling his inner demons over it. But we all learn valuable lessons with it." Paul's voice was soft but it held a serious edge to it.

Nyla nodded. "Emily tries to get him to forget it and granted it's not that hard with it staring you in the face, but she's been over it for years. I want to be a great mom like her and like Kim too. And I already know Alexia is doing great as a momma now. I just don't want to fuck up any kids we may have."

Paul couldn't hold in his chuckle. "Baby if anyone is going to screw up the kids it will be me with my temper."

"What temper?" Nyla asked sweetly as she kissed his lips again. "You haven't had a temper in a long time. I know you sure as hell didn't have one when I was gone."

Paul smirked and Nyla caught him smirking. "What is that impish little smirk of yours going on about?"

Paul couldn't help smirking twice as bad. "We've always said that marriage is just a piece of paper and some vows."

Nyla gave Paul a sideways look. "What are you trying to ask?" The next sentence followed by a question that came out of Paul's mouth completely stunned Nyla to say the least.

"I mean we don't have to be married to be parents. So uh...When you wanting to start working on this baby exactly?"