xThirteenxPaul POVxFast forwardxTwo weeks laterx
My day off, today is my day off of patrols, and of course I'm spending the entire time with Vanessa, my perfect imprint.
"Hey," I smile as her new custom black Toyota Tundra shuts off and she hops out.
"Hi," she grins and hobbles over to hug me.
"Your crutches?" I ask softly.
"Don't start on me, Meraz," she warns at me, scowling.
I grin as I lead her inside. "Movie day?" I ask before she wanders into the kitchen and a few minutes later I hear popcorn in the microwave.
Four bags later I hear the microwave start again, but no popcorn within.
"Vanessa, what's in the microwave?" I ask.
"I'm just melting butter for the popcorn," she calls back.
"Oohk!" I smile. She knows me too well.
She hobbles in a bit later with a big bowl – that I didn't even know I owned – full of extra-buttered popcorn.
"Thanks, cutie," I say as I pull her into my lap on the couch, sitting sideways.
After she got comfortable between my legs, she rested her head on my chest.
"How long until that thing is off?" I ask, pointing to her leg.
"Carlisle said about four more months," she grimaces.
"Well, I heard through the grape vine that these might cheer you up," I dangle a bag of watermelon sour patch kids in front of her.
"Eeh!" she squeals, snatching them from me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squeals, turning around and pressing her lips to mine. I sigh into the kiss and snake my arms around her waist, deepening the kiss.
She leans closer and wraps her arms around my neck as I run my tongue along her lower lip, asking for entrance. She lets me n willingly and we battle for dominance. She puts up a good fight before I win as I lift her up and reposition her so she's straddling my waist.
"Mmm, Paul," she moans before her shirt suddenly disappears from her body and reappears on the floor beneath us. Thank you inhuman speedy like reflexes.
xVanessa POVx
"Mmm, I love you," I whisper as Paul pulls the fuzzy white blanket from the back of the couch over our currently naked bodies.
"I love you too," he whispers back just before I lose my exhausting battle against the dark haze of sleep.
xSeven-thirty that same night [day, whatever]x
I slowly awake to the feeling of Pauls' hot body spooning me, one arm under my head, acting as a pillow and the other on my hip.
I inhale deeply, smelling his woodsy scent.
"Vanessa?" he asks quietly.
"Mhm?" I respond, still unmoving.
"You oohk?" he asks.
"I'm a little better than oohk," I smile as I turn to face him.
"That's good," he smiles before kissing me softly, flesh on flesh. "Did you sleep well?"
"Of course, I was very comfy," I grin and kiss his cheek.
"Well, that's good," he smiles back at me.
"Very…" I murmur against his jaw.
"Hm…" he agrees. "As much as I hate to say this, but we have to get up and dressed. Collin and Brady are getting home from patrol soon," he says as he tugs me into a sitting position.
"So?" I respond questioningly. Collin and Brady don't live here, do they?
"They live here," he reminds me softly.
"Ooh, right," come to think of it, he did mention that once, in brief passing. I sigh and stand, picking up some scattered pieces of clothing. I slide into my red lacy bra and booty-cut underwear, Victoria's Secret of course, and set to finding the rest of my clothes. I pull on my grey guy sweats and roll the waist twice, keeping the heels beneath my own, as I spot my grey cami in the corner. I pull that on as Paul hands me my red American Eagle v-neck t-shirt.
"Thanks," I smile. He bends down and presses his lips to mine in a chaste kiss in response.
"Get a room," I hear somebody complain as I pull back.
"Brady, I recall the fact that this is my house," Paul reminds him.
"Yeah, well…" Brady grumbles as he disappears into the kitchen.
"Hungry?" I ask as I follow suit.
"Hell yeah," they say together.
"How about I make you boys some dinner?" I ask, smiling.
"Please," Brady says.
"Sure thing," I pull out a skillet and a large pot.
"Thanks, V!" Collin hugs me tightly before going into the living room with Brady and Paul.
I pull out four pounds of hamburger and the bag of onions from the fridge, along with the tub of butter before going to find four pounds of elbow noodles and four cans of tomato soup.
I slowly brown the diced onions and beef before starting a pot of water for the noodles.
I finish preparing said meal and call into the boys. They come bounding into the kitchen and seat themselves as I bring over their heaping bowls of Chop Suey to the table for them.
"Thanks, babe," Paul smiles before beginning to shovel the food into his mouth. I smile as I place the pot holder on the table. I put the pot of food on the holder and then go to pour the four of us some milk.
I finally sit down and notice the pot empty and the boys beginning to shove more food into their mouths from their newly filled bowls.
I smile and shake my head as I begin eating, laughing as they tease me about being a slow eater.
"Well I'm sorry I don't eat like an animal," I roll my eyes at the three of them. "Here, Paul," I hand my bowl to a confused looking Paul. "I'm done, you can finish it," I smile as I stand. I begin to clear the table when Paul stops me.
"No, you need to eat," he says.
"I ate what I could, you finish the rest," I insist. He gives me a skeptical look before shoveling it all into his mouth in seconds.
"Thanks," he places his bowl in the sink and kisses me.
"Mhm," I mumble as I wash the last dish and place it in the strainer.
"You know you don't have to do those every time you're here, right? I'll do them…eventually." He wraps his arms around my waist.
"Eventually," I scoff at him, rolling my eyes.
"Yes, eventually," he grins down at me. I shake my head and wander to the living room.
"Vanessa!" Leah bursts through the front door. I jump and whirl around to face her. "Come quickly. Girls meeting on the beach," she grabs my arm and pulls me out the door.
"Paul, stay here, I'll be right back," I warn him, following behind Leah.
"What…the…hell?" I ask as we reach the beach, gasping for breath momentarily before regaining it easily. Ah, the advantages of being in shape.
Leah laughs as the others surround us. "We're partying tonight. We just had to get you out of there and away from Paul. It's a girls night anyways," they say as I laugh.
"Alright, if you say so," I grin at them.
"Here," Kim hands me a red plastic cup.
"Fruit punch?" I ask.
"Spiked fruit punch," Leah corrects.
"I never took you for the partying type," I look to Emily.
"Meh, a few shots here and there are fine by me," she grins, taking a sip from her cup.
"you either, Nessie," I look at the cup in her hands.
"Then you've never met the real her," Leah chuckles.
I laugh at the face Nessie makes and take a sip of my punch. Ooh damn it is good. "Yes, but I'm not drinking tonight, thank you very much. I'm not allowed to." She places a hand on her stomach.
"True dat," I smile. "And Leah, you're right, this shit is good," I laugh.
"Have you ever been drunk before?" she asks.
"No, skating every day, all day kinda prevents that kinda shit." I laugh.
"Damnnn…" Leah drags out the word.
"Meh, I survived."
"Well, now you get to live," she tells me, grinning wryly.