I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom, for me and you

And I say to myself what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white

Bright, sunny days; dark, sacred nights

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I groaned as the loud music suddenly filled the room. Abby barely stirred beside me; she simply moved an arm from under the blankets and turned the volume down a little before turning around so that she was facing me.

"Isn't this song supposed to be… quieter than this?" I asked. She chuckled and her breath fanned across my bare shoulder, making me shiver and tighten my grip. One of her long, smooth legs shifted between mine and I chuckled, thinking back to last night. I half wished that I didn't heal so quickly; I knew she had left marks on me and I wanted to see them. I wanted to see where she had marked me as hers because from where I lay I could clearly see where I had marked her as mine.

"It's the Ramones cover of it." She muttered eventually. She pushed her hair out of her face and smirked up at me. "And what a wonderful world it is this morning."

I laughed at her cheesy smile and she chuckled, turning around so that her back was pressed against my front. I wrapped my arm around her and slid on of my legs across her body protectively.

"Hey, about last night…" She started. I hushed her, dipping my head to her neck. The skin there was soft and tasted slightly salty. I ran my tongue across the discoloured spot I had put there and smiled in satisfaction when she pressed back against me with a moan.

"I have to go to work." She reminded me. I growled and nipped at the skin of her shoulder and she giggled. "Stop it. It's going to be hard enough getting out of bed without you teasing me like that."

"Baby, it's already hard enough." I growled in her ear, pulling her hips back against mine. She broke into peals of laughter and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Paul that was so cheesy it's not even funny."

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I dropped Abby off at the diner with a kiss and a promise that I would call by later that day, and drove slowly back to La Push. Last night had been amazing and I knew it wasn't just the sex, which had been awesome on its own. Abby had finally let down some of her barriers last night. I could tell by the way she was looking at me in the car that she was finally starting to accept how strong the feelings I had for her were. And if I had read the signs right last night, she was starting to accept that her own feelings for me were pretty strong too. I smiled at the thought as I drove down the wet path that led to Sam and Emily's. I could easily pick out the voices of the other pack members inside and I smiled. It was a full house today.

"Hey Paul." Emily smiled at me as she bustled around the kitchen. Something smelled delicious and I took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of Emily's freshly made muffins.

"Morning, Em." I yawned and headed past her, towards the living room. Sam, Jacob and Jared all sat around, watching the replay of last night's game on the small television.

"Hey, Paul." Sam greeted me without taking his eyes from the screen.

Sam had really relaxed since the bloodsuckers had taken Bella and made a run for it a few years back. Before that we had all been tense and over worked but Sam had been the worst. He hated to be caught off guard and had spent the majority of those few years making us run patrols with each other a few times a night. Sleep was scarce back then, especially when Jacob had demanded we include Forks in our patrol as well, to keep an eye on the leech lover.

I scowled at the memory and threw myself onto the couch beside Jared. Yeah, Sam was much more relaxed now and the pack was much happier because of it. It was nice to hang out as a pack under normal circumstances. There was nothing like running in wolf form, racing the others and playing around.

"So." Sam turned the volume down as the game wrapped up, a frown on his face since his team had lost. "When are you planning on telling Abby about the pack?"

I groaned and leaned my head back against the sofa, closing my eyes. I didn't exactly have a time line for this. I wanted to do it right; I didn't want to rush it and make her run. I wanted her to know that she was in love with me before I told her that I was a mythical monster. I wanted her to know that I was in love with her before I told her that some sort of mythical bond held me to her. Most of all, I didn't want her to run from me.

"I don't know." I finally answered Sam. "Soon, I guess."

"You can't spend too much time thinking about what will happen." Jared assured me, clapping a hand against my shoulder. I nodded at him but I knew I was still frowning.

"You won't know until you try." Jacob mocked me with a grin and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Shut up, Jacob." Sam ordered. He was still watching me with curious eyes. "What exactly are you afraid of, Paul?"

I snorted and glared at him. Was he serious?

"Are you serious? I'm afraid of telling her that I'm a werewolf. That not only do I sprout fur when I get angry but there's also this invisible bind holding me to her that can't really be explained. I mean, why the hell would she find that weird? Why the hell would she run away from the mythical monster." I growled and Sam rolled his eyes.

"You're thinking too much about it." He told me as Emily stepped inside, a huge tray of food in her hands. I watched Sam standing and making his way towards her, taking the tray off her gently as if it were too heavy for her and I realised suddenly that I wanted that. I wanted Abby to know that I was her, for lack of a better term, soul mate. That we were bonded in a way that would never be broken. I wanted to tell her that she would never have to doubt anything again. I would always be there to protect her and take care of her. Maybe I should ask her to marry me first? If she saw how serious I was about her she would be able to take the wolf thing easier, right?

"Paul, you look like you're going to be sick, are you okay?"

I felt Emily's cold hand on my forehead and snapped out of my daze.

"I'm fine, Em. Thanks." I shot her a smile and she nodded, still looking at me suspiciously.

"You're worrying too much. Kim dug the whole werewolf thing when I told her." Jared bragged through a mouthful of muffin.

"Kim's lived on the rez her entire life, she knew the stories." Sam reminded him. "It wasn't as big a shock to her as it could be to Abby."

"True. But Bella never lived on the rez and she took…"

"Bella's a monster magnet." I cut in spitefully. I could feel Sam and Jared's irritation and Emily's sudden weariness as Jacob growled at me. "Abby wouldn't react anything like that."

"No, she'll probably run away screaming from the big bad wolf." Jacob taunted. "Then what'll you do?"

"Ripping your throat out sounds pretty good for now." I snarled. Jacob smirked and made a move to stand before Sam quietly ordered us both to shut up.

"Look, Paul. You need to tell her. You can't keep a secret this big from her for too long or she'll end up being pissed that you didn't tell her sooner." Jared told me. I rolled my eyes, knowing he was right. I had to tell her but how? It wasn't something I could just drop into the conversation.

"Leave him alone." Emily told them. "He'll get round to it in his own time." She smiled at me and I found myself returning the gesture. Emily was the only one who didn't treat me as if I was about to lose my head and start wrecking things without a warning. She treated me like she treated everyone else and for that reason she was one of the best people I knew.

"I liked Abby." Emily was still talking. "So did Kim and Claire wouldn't let us take that necklace off her last night. She'll fit right in here." She was trying to be comforting and I nodded at her in thanks, wishing that I hadn't even bothered showing up today. I could have hung out in Abby's, she had said before that she didn't mind if I was there while she was in work. Maybe I would go back, I mused. I knew where her spare key was. I could go back and climb into bed and wait for her to get out of work.

Smiling at the idea, I said goodbye to everyone and started back towards Port Angeles. The drive was quick since the roads were pretty empty at this time of the day. I turned the radio on and grinned at the sound of the original version of the song that had woken me up this morning. I whistled as I drove, glad to be away from La Push and the pressure. I understood why everyone wanted me to tell her about the pack, I really did. They wanted to be able to fully accept her as one of us. They wanted to be able to talk and act freely around her. I respected that. But I was terrified of her rejecting me. Abby was the most important thing in my world right now. Actually, that wasn't right. Abby was my world right now and having her turn away from me in fear or disgust would be the end of me. I knew I couldn't handle that. I couldn't handle her hating me. I pulled into the small parking lot beside her building and locked the car up before heading inside. There was music coming from her apartment as I approached and I frowned. I had dropped her off at work and she was due to be there for the next three hours. I slipped my fingers across the ledge above the door and found the dusty spare key.

"What the hell?"

Alex shouted loudly as he pulled away from the blonde whose mouth was currently moving down his stomach. He glared at me through narrow eyes as he yanked the girl to her feet. She turned to look at me and flushed in embarrassment, pulling her dress back up over her chest and scurrying towards the kitchen.

"Breaking and entering are we?" Alex hissed at me. I growled at him and took a step forward. He back up slightly but continued to glare.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked angrily. "Does Abby know you're using her apartment as a whore house?"

"Me? What the hell are you doing here?" He retorted. "Does Abby realised you're stalking her?"

I growled again, prowling towards him. The wolf side of my personality was taking over my common sense and all I could think about was the fact that he was in my girlfriend's apartment, acting as if he owned the place. I felt a distinct urge to mark my territory.

"Evie, get dressed." He called over his shoulder. "We're leaving."

I watched him pull his shirt back over his chest and stride towards the door. He barely waited on the blonde to follow before he cast me a hate filled look and stormed outside, slamming the door behind him.

The room no longer smelled of Abby. It smelt like some expensive perfume and I wrinkled my nose at it before heading towards the bedroom. I unlaced my Converse and threw them into the corner before climbing into Abby's bed with a yawn. I would wait for her here and talk to her about getting the locks on her door changed. I really did not want Alex being able to get in her whenever he wanted.

I breathed in the lingering scent of Abby from her pillow, sighing happily as I smelt how well it mingled with my own scent. We were perfect for each other, I knew that. She might react badly to the news that I was a werewolf but eventually she would see past that to how good we were together. She had to.

It wasn't until I woke later that I realised I had fallen asleep. It was dark outside as I yawned and stretched. As soon as I woke fully I realised I could hear breathing beside me. I turned my head and smiled at Abby.

She lay curled up on top of the covers, in a pair of leopard print underwear and a black vest top that made my mouth dry suddenly. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep and even, her mouth opened slightly. I smiled and slid out of the bed slowly, not wanting to waken her. The clock by her side of the bed read 10.15PM and I groaned. I had been asleep for almost six hours. I moved my neck from side to side as I headed for the kitchen. I was starving.

I rummaged around in Abby's cupboards, groaning when I came up empty handed. I heard Abby shifting in the other room as I checked the fridge and freezer and I had just closed the last cupboard as she came shuffling into the room.

"You want a pizza?" She asked through a yawn. I moved my gaze up and down her pale body. She hadn't bothered getting dressed and seeing her before me in so few clothes made my heart beat even faster.

"What I want…"

"Don't finish that sentence if you want fed at all tonight." She warned me with a chuckle. I watched as she turned to the phone and ordered a large, meat filled pizza. I walked up behind her and kissed her shoulder softly as she hung up the phone. She turned in my arms and I lifted her up, backing her against the wall and l tugged at her legs until they were wrapped around my legs.

Her skin was as soft as satin beneath my palms as I ran them up and down her legs and her neck tasted like the body lotion I had seen her use before. There was so little separating us that I almost forgot about the rumbling in my stomach. Her head fell back against the wall and I latched my teeth onto the tender skin of her throat. She moaned quietly, a breathy little sound that made me harder than I thought possible. I couldn't believe she had this effect on me.

I had been with quite a few chicks in the past few years. Kim had explained to us that the chicks in school were in awe of our bodies and the way we acted as if we could do anything we wanted. But none of those girls made me feel anything like I was feeling right now. I couldn't get enough of Abby. I wanted her more than I wanted to breath. I wanted nothing more than to have her beneath me, sighing my name the way she had last night. Actually, I didn't want her. I needed her. It was a deep rooted need that refused to go away.

"Damn." She groaned as I pulled away slowly. Her eyes were hooded as she looked down on me and her lips were swollen from kissing me. She was stunning.

"I like these." I told her, slipping my fingers inside her underwear. She gasped and arched her hips against me, her eyes fluttering closed as I stroked her slowly. She groaned my name into my ear softly and I closed my eyes to listen to it, keeping my fingers steady as she moved against my hand.

It was the doorbell ringing that pulled us out of our trance and Abby groaned into my neck as my fingers stilled.

"Paul, if you leave me like this I will never have sex with you again."

I whimpered at the threat, looking towards the door.

"We can't just leave him out there." I protested. She opened her eyes and I was struck by how dark they were. She slid down the wall suddenly until my groin was nestled against her intimately. I groaned at the heat, pushing my hips against hers.

"I don't want pizza." She whispered in my ear, licking the shell of it and making me whimper again. Her tongue was so warm and soft on my skin. "I want you. I want to taste you."

Oh fuck.

The song belongs to Louis Armstrong and the characters you recognise from Twilight belong to S. Meyer. The song from the last chapter belongs to the Shirelles

A/N. Okay so i've read Breaking Dawn but i'm going to continue with the story. So enjoy and let me know what you think!