Author's Note

Woo yeah! Twelve freaking awesome reviews! I even got a lot of new readers who I HOPE TO HEAR FROM.

I was kind of shocked--in a good way--when I saw that two people actually put down a story about themselves. Both had me laughing, and thinking, 'What a coincidence.' [By the way, I'm flattered that you guys told me that stuff. I loved your reviews.] But, I'm not going to go into that because I have a few IMPORTANT ass things to write:

Okay, another thing that made me happen was how Yodes pointed out that action would be a good thing to put in the story. I agree whole-heartedly and that is coming up VERY VERY SOON. [Hint Hint Hint] I also liked how you guys asked about the legends and, "How is Cassie going to find out?"

All I've got to say is: It's not going to be a pleasant experience. No, Paul will not tell her. No one is, for a matter of fact. Now, you guys will have to ponder my vague hints while I go off and laugh evilly at my ingeniousness.

So, long story short: You guys make me feel like I'm on top of the world. You know what? You guys are the cheese to my crackers; the coo coo in my cocoa puffs and the whole she-bang. I love how you guys actually make me feel like this story is worth a damn and all, and I love you guys [Not in a lesbian kind of way...okay, maybe just a little.]

So, without further adieu:

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight, but if I had my way I would own Paul on a leash and do very naughty things to him. But I do own Tommy, and that's enough for me for now. [Don't touch!]

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Spending the day with Mama Quil

My eyes fluttered open, and I stretched. I wasn't as surprised as I should have been when I felt Paul beside me, still asleep. I snuggled back into him, reluctant to get up. Light filtered in through the drapes, and I had a feeling it was close to the afternoon.

I sighed contentedly, and I was just drifting off when the bedroom door slammed open. I jumped, and Paul rolled over on top of me, knocking all of the air from my lungs.

"Shit!"

Paul rolled off of me and fell to the floor with a loud thud. I lay on my back, a little dazed and sucking in big gusts of air to fill in my abused lungs. They expanded and my ribs crackled painfully. I sat up slightly and poked them, wincing slightly. Thankfully, nothing was broken.

There was a groan from below, and Paul heaved himself to look at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, eyes roaming to take inventory of any injuries. I flushed, but nodded. Paul sighed in relief and reached forward to kiss me. When our lips were but centimeters apart, there was an annoying clearing of the throat, and Paul and I turned our heads in unison to glare at the figure.

My jaw dropped as I took in the sight before me: Quil was glowering at us beneath dark brows, a breakfast tray in his hands and was wearing perhaps the most ridiculous apron I had ever seen. It was pink and frilly, with the words 'Sexy Momma' stitched on the front. A squeak came out from my mouth, and I didn't know whether to laugh or scream in horror.

Very slowly, Quil placed the tray onto the floor and placed his hands on his hips, still scowling at us. "I cook and I clean for you, and this is what I walk in on? You two getting fresh with each other? I thought I taught you better, Cassidy Anne. Innocence is Divine!"

"Um," I coughed, trying to hide a giggle. "Don't you mean 'forgiveness is divine'?" Faster than I could blink, Quil snatched a dangerous looking spatula out from his apron pocket and waved it at me threateningly.

"Alright, smart aleck! I make you two breakfast, and this is how you thank me?! This will not be tolerated! Go to you're room, missy!"

"Quil? She is kind of already in her room." Paul pointed out, and I momentarily feared for his life. I had never seen Quil this wacky before. The spatula turned to wave itself menacingly at Paul.

"And you," Quil snarled. "You better have your clothes on or I will castrate you with this spatula!" My eyes widened and I shrunk behind Paul. Paul, however, wasn't exactly scared for his life like I was.

"Don't worry, mom," he said sarcastically. "We weren't doing anything."

"That's Momma Quil in-law to you, buster!" Quil seethed, nostrils flaring. His hostile eyes turned back to me. "And as for you, little girl, I will be downstairs vacuuming the living room if you feel the need to apologize for your unappreciative behavior." He whirled around—his apron flaring out indignantly—and stormed out of the room with a huff.

It was silent for a moment before I couldn't help myself. "Oh my God," I giggled. "Is he always this wacky?"

"I heard that!" Quil shrilled from below.

I pursed my mouth into a thin line, trying to contain the giggles. Quil was acting like my mom when she was PMSing. Paul chuckled, but I could see him eyeing the food. I smacked his arm, and he quirked an eyebrow at me.

"What? He brought for us. Plus, he'd be such a shame to let those delicious looking pancakes go to waste…" I rolled my eyes as Paul eagerly got off the bed and all but attacked the tray. I smiled as he brought it over and how he seemed to ponder very seriously how to divide the food, and I felt that I was really starting to fall for him. Hard.

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"Quil?" I called hesitantly. I stood on the last step of the stairs, and Quil had his back turned to me, vacuuming. He stomped on the power button, cutting it off. Slowly, he turned to me and crossed his arms over his chest. I tried my best to smother the laughter that threatened to erupt as I took in the silly apron he still had tied around his waist.

"Yes, Cassidy?" Quil said pleasantly, but I could still see the hostility in his eyes. I cleared my throat, dispelling any laughs stuck there.

"I just wanted to say," I said slowly. "That I'm sorry for how I behaved this morning, and I really enjoyed the breakfast. But you didn't h—" Quil grabbed me tightly and lifted me into the air, twirling around the room with me.

"Ah, my darling!" he cooed. "You have finally learned your fault and apologized to your Mama Quil!" The room spun and blurred together, and I felt my breakfast coming back up.

"Quil!" I shrieked. Thankfully, he placed me down onto the floor on my unsteady legs. I could hear Paul coming out of my room, and he looked around as he came down the stairs.

"Where's Embry and Allison?" he asked Quil. Quil narrowed his eyes and tightened his lips, just like any protective parent, which scared me.

"They decided to go out and give you guys some alone time." Quil recrossed his arms against his vast chest. I looked at him confusedly. If they left to give us some alone time, then why was…

"Then why are you here, dipshit?" Paul asked. Quil growled, nostrils flaring resentfully.

"Because, Paul Walker," he sneered his name. "I was not going to leave you here alone with my baby girl to do Lord knows what with her. Why, I bet she probably feels like thanking me this very moment." Quil looked towards me, beaming brightly. I couldn't help but marvel at how different the two looked at the moment. Quil was smiling brightly, eyes alight and happy. But Paul looked just…pissed. The last thought made me smile, and I laughed at Quil.

"So, who's up for muffins?" Quil asked, a delighted smile adorning his face.

"Me!" I squealed, jumping up and down. Anything with sugar made my happy. Paul scowled at me, but I could see the playful glint in his eyes so I knew he wasn't really angry with me.

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As Quil was busying himself with making the batter and smacking Paul's hand with the spatula every time he came close to snagging a drop of batter, I snuck into my room and rang Seth.

"Seth," I hissed into the phone. "Have you seen Quil?" It was silent on the other end of the phone for a minute.

"Is he wearing an apron that has 'Bootylicious' on it?"

"No; it has 'Sexy Mama'."

"Even worse!" Seth exclaimed. "This is very serious, Cassie. You need to get out of there, pronto. I've only seen him like this once, and it was a few years ago, but it's still seared into my memory."

"When was last time?" I asked, checking behind me fearfully to make sure Quil wasn't eavesdropping on me.

"It was when Emily first got pregnant and he hung out with her. After a few months, he started to get all hormonal and would start to cook and bake all the time—not saying that was a bad thing, 'cause his cooking rocks—"

"When did he stop?!" I hissed, and there was a sad sounding sigh on Seth's side.

"Well, he had to stop after a month because Sam ordered him to stop, he got on everybody's nerves so much."

"Wait, so he stopped because Sam said so?" I asked, incredulous. I never took Sam for the controlling type.

"I-It wasn't just him," Seth stuttered. "Everyone e-else didn't like it when he acted like that, so technically it wasn't just because of Sam…"

"Okay, okay, I've got your point. So, how am I going to escape?"

"First tell me: has Quil started singing and dancing yet?" Seth asked critically. What an odd question to ask.

"No, he hasn't. Why?"

"Because, that's when he hits his total parental mode. He won't let you out of his sight after that happens. So, be quick and climb out your window or something so you can hide out over at my house." I was about to thank him when I heard a familiar tune from below.

Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! You wanna go for a ride? Sure Ken! Jump in! I'm a Barbie girl…

"Too late." Seth said, and he really sounded sorry for me. I did, too.

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"There you are, my darling!" Quil squealed, shaking his hips to the tune. Paul sat in the chair at the counter, looking positively disturbed as Quil started to dance and sing. I slid onto his lap and watched Quil. He could really move his hips, kind of like Shakira almost.
Quil slid on some oven mittens, still singing and wiggling his large body, and opened the oven door to take out the muffin pan. "Blueberry!" he pronounced proudly, grinning. He whirled around to smile at me, but it immediately soured when he took in Paul's possessive arm around my waist. He narrowed his eyes, and I could almost see the daggers of hate he was glaring at Paul. But, like all moms do, he pasted on a fake sweet smile and set the pan onto the counter for me.

"Be careful, dear. They're very hot." Quil smiled largely at me, and I didn't miss how he excluded Paul from his statement. Paul rolled his eyes and reached for one. But Quil, as fast as greased lightning, seized his spatula and smacked Paul's hand away.

"None for you!" he all but shrieked, and I held back a laugh. Paul glared at him as I took a muffin from the pan, breaking off a piece and popping it into my mouth. Almost on contact, it melted and I shuddered in pleasure. Seth wasn't kidding when he said the man could bake.

I swallowed. "This is freaking awesome, Quil. How long have you known how to bake?" I asked, and Quil smiled proudly.

"A while." Quil turned around, chattering about making a cake or some brownies next, and I quickly broke the muffin in half and smoothly slipped it to Paul. He smiled at me gratefully and popped it into his mouth before Quil turned around again.

"So, Cassie," he chirped. "What do you want to do today?" I nearly choked on the muffin I had just placed into my mouth, and I swallowed it down harshly.

"Oh, Quil. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I am just probably going to lay around all day and catch up on some sleep."

"Nonsense!" Quil cried. "We should do something besides just laze around! Oh, I know! How about we watch Oprah? I think they're holding a marathon of the show dedicated to her. Oh, gosh, she is such a miracle worker."

My eyes widened at the thought of spending a whole day with a pissed off Paul and a hormonal Quil watching freaking Oprah Winfrey. Not exactly an ideal way to spend the day.

"Oh, no, Quil! I don't think I could bare watching re-runs of Oprah; I've seen them far too many times," I lied casually. "How about we, um…how about…" I looked to Paul for assistance, pleading for some help.

"How about we watch some movies?" Paul suggested off-handedly, and I nearly collapsed in relief. You could never go wrong with just watching movies, not even with Quil. However, he still looked hesitant.

"I don't know…"

"Aw, come on, Quil. It'll be fun." I reassured him, and I could see him relenting just a little.

"Okay, as long as it isn't one of those pornographic videos." This time I did choke on the muffin, and Paul pounded on my back gently. I could hear him laughing behind me, but it wasn't funny. At all.

"I'll run to Blockbuster and bring back a couple of movies." Paul offered. I reluctantly slid off of his lap.

"I'll walk you to the door." I grumbled. Paul and I headed out of the kitchen and to the front door, and I stood on tiptoes to kiss him. An electric current shot through my spine as our lips melded together, and I sighed contentedly as I wrapped my arms around him.

"A-hem." Quil cleared his throat indignantly, tapping his foot on the floor. Paul grumbled something incoherent, and I watched as Quil's eyes tightened.

"I'll be back soon, Cass," Paul said, bending down to kiss me again, this time unashamedly deepening it in front of Quil.

Quil sounded like he was getting strangled until Paul pulled back, smirking at him. "Bye, Cassie."

After Paul left, Quil returned to normal, and smiled down at me. "Now, while we wait for it to get back, lets watch some of that Oprah, eh?"

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Quil was dabbing at the corner of his eyes with a Kleenex tissue, sniffling pathetically as Oprah gave a poor family money for them to send their kids to school. "She is just so giving." Quil whimpered. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his dramatics, and just settled for nodding my head.

Five minutes later, I nearly screamed in relief when I heard the front door open and close. Paul walked into the living room, shaking raindrops from his shaggy hair. Quil's eyes narrowed considerably as he dropped his tissue.

"So, what did you bring?" he asked, almost condescendingly. Paul ignored his tone and held up the DVD case. Quil looked at the cover and squealed in delight.

"You got Romeo and Juliet?! As in, the one with Leonardo?! Oh, Cassie, isn't he just a hunk? Why, he would be a better boyfriend than," he paused, looking Paul up and down. "That." Paul growled, eyes glittering dangerously, but Quil ignored him.

"Just put it in and start the movie. I'll be back in a few minutes." Quil loped confidently past Paul, and I cupped my hands over my mouth to stifle my laughter. Paul just rolled his eyes at his friend and placed the disk into the player.

I patted the spot beside me on the couch, and Paul sat in it. Wasting no time, he crushed my mouth with his. It surprised me how well we fit together, even though he was so huge and I was small. My hands fisted in his hair as he hands wandered down to my hips and he caught my lower lip between his teeth playfully.

"Oh! It's on!" Quil squealed loudly from the entryway. He ran over to the couch, shoving Paul aside so he could sit between us. I heard Paul groan quietly, and I laughed.

"Shush shush!" Quil scolded. "Leo's coming up soon!"

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As the little television set disappeared from view and the credits rolled, Quil snored loudly. Carefully, I stood up from the couch and made my way to Paul's side. I sat on his lap and was enveloped by eager arms. Quil shifted by us, and leaned over onto Paul's shoulder. Paul made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, and pushed Quil roughly to the other side of the couch. Quil's snores stuttered, but picked up again.

"Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" Paul teased, and I bit my lips.

"I think I can remember…" As I leaned into Paul, his phone in his pocket started to vibrate. Very agitatedly, Paul took it out and flipped it open. He skimmed it and cussed under his breath.

"I've got to meet Sam and the guys down at the shop." Paul growled, snapping it shut. I pouted petulantly. Why were we always being interrupted?

"Quil," Paul called. "Quil, get your lazy ass up." Quil grumbled something like "go away" and continued to snore. Paul threw his phone at his head, and I watched as it broke in half. After a minute, Quil popped his head up tiredly.

"Wha?"

"Sam needs for us to meet him at the shop."

Immediately, Quil seemed more alert. He bounced up from the couch, looking like an excited puppy. All he was missing was big floppy ears and a wagging tail.

"I'll see you later, Cass." Paul said, kissing me chastely on the lips. I nodded, too disappointed to say anything.

"Hands off my baby girl, pal." Quil snarled. Paul just rolled his eyes as Quil left, all but skipping merrily out of the house.

I stared down at the ground, biting my lip. Paul placed a warm hand under my chin and lifted it up so he could look me in the eyes.

"I'll be back," he said, kissing me again. Paul pulled back and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Why do we always have to get interrupted?" I grumbled into his stomach, and I could hear him chuckle softly.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," he said. "But, I'll make it up to you. One of these days we'll have a day to ourselves with no interruptions from friends our psychotic gender-confused men."

I laughed, squeezing his waist. "That's sounds wonderful." I just hoped that he was right, and that we do get one of those days, otherwise I'll lose it.

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END CHAPTER

Okay, some of you guys want me to keep Tommy in this story, and I'm afraid I have to because he is so vital right now and, for goodness sakes, he's Tommy!

He'll be in the next chapter, and that's where he needs to shine. It's why I made him in the first place, and now I'm feeling slightly guilty. BUT, I'll try to incorporate him in the rest of this story and let him have his happy ending like he deserves.

Now, while I was writing this chapter [in the beginning], I was going to make it all fluffy for Paul and Cassie only. But, I just thought of breakfast in bed and WAPOW! Quil popped into my mind wearing a frilly apron. My mind is so odd sometimes. But, Yodes inspired me [again] to have him singing and dancing to something. So, what's a better song that Barbie Girl by Aqua? None, I tell you.

Also, I know that usually guys wouldn't pick out romance movies, but Paul imprinted and he knows she hates horror movies. So, what's the opposite of horror? Romance! Oh yeah. Paul is so whipped.

Will Paul and Cassie get that date that they want so bad? Nope. Not for a while, people. Har. It's all going to be explained, so don't let your knickers get in a bundle. Hopefully Yodes won't attack me with her spoon o' death. D8

So, make me totally awesome and press that green/gray button below and teach it who's boss. [In other words, give me some feedback. I don't mean you should do anything kinky with it. Not unless you want to.]