Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun
Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you're the one
I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed door
But I will always be emotionally yours

Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart
Come baby, teach me, come baby reach me, let the music start
I could be dreaming but I keep believing you're the one I'm living for
And I will always be emotionally yours

"The ceremony was absolutely gorgeous." I smiled at Kim as she wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. Her pregnant belly protruded slightly, making the embrace a little uncomfortable.

"Thanks." I replied, accepting a hug off Jared as he passed us. He winked at me and dropped a quick kiss on my forehead, ignoring Paul's warning growl. I smirked up at him, my new husband, and he stuck his tongue out at me as he narrowed his eyes.

Giggling, I tucked my hand into the waistband of his pants and leaned closer to him as we waited on the rest of the guests making their way inside.

Billy Black and Sue Clearwater were next, Sue pushing Billy's chair and listening to him as he chatted animatedly.

"Billy, Sue. Thanks for coming." Paul greeted them with a warm smile. His reached down and clasped his hand tight in his own and listened as Billy muttered something before laughing loudly and straightening.

"That she is." Paul agreed with a nod and a glance in my direction. I smiled politely at Sue and Billy as they passed, not knowing either of them well enough to take part in a proper conversation with them.

Eventually we had greeted all our guests and were finally able to sit at our own private table at the head of the room. I kicked my painfully high sandals off under the table cloth and sighed in relief as my feet throbbed painfully.

Paul chuckled and pushed a strand of my hair, red for the occasion, out of my face.

"You're stunning." He murmured. I grinned and reached in for a quick kiss.

"Hey now, save that for the honeymoon." Mark snickered from the DJ box. I felt my face heat up slightly at the sound of laughter but refrained from pulling away.

Eventually the arrival of the food distracted us enough to force us to separate and I bit back a laugh as I saw Paul's grief stricken face.

"Where's the rest of it?"

I laughed loudly, drawing the attention to those closest to us as Paul stared, horrified, at his plate. It was the same size as mine and contained the same amount of food. All over the room, I could hear the werewolves mutter to each other about starvation and how I was picking on them. I could hear Emily and Kim giggling at the next table and turned to see the mutinous look Jared was throwing the waitress who had supplied his food to him.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Paul asked, flashing me a wounded look. I tried to bite back my giggles but the hurt expression on his face was too much for me to handle.

"Of course not! I told them I wanted large meals for everyone… I guess this is what they call large?" I chuckled again and Paul sighed.

"Give me some of yours? You'll never finish all of that."

I chuckled again but handed over my plate. When Paul had finished picking from it there was a few potatoes left, along with all the vegetables and a quarter of the meat. I rolled my eyes and dug in before he could try and take any more.

As we ate, various guests came up to the table and offered their congratulations on the ceremony.

"Will you be performing later?" Emily asked me as she leant against Sam.

I shrug and shot a look at Paul, who was busy lamenting the mediocre amount of food to Sam.

"I haven't decided yet. Maybe."

She smiled warmly and tugged on Sam's arm as they moved back towards their own table.

"Have I told you today how handsome you are in that suit, husband?" I asked Paul as he turned towards me. He smirked, his dark eyes lighting up as he looked me over.

"Not yet. Have I told you how stunning you look in that dress, wife?"

"A few times but a girl can always listen again." I smirked back. He grinned then, a sudden, genuine grin that made his eyes light up and showed the tiny dimple on his left cheek. It left me breathless and trembling, wondering, not for the first time, how I had managed to snag him.

It had been a little over two years since I had first met Paul and after the initial problem of him being a werewolf and all, we had settled into a routine. We lived on the Rez. a little bit away from Jared and Kim and about half a block from Sam and Emily. Joseph and Leah lived in the house across the yard from ours and were constantly coming and going. The house was small but it was a perfect blend of our personalities and tastes. We spent every possible moment together, separating only for work and when Paul had to go and patrol or when Leah dragged me out on our monthly girls' nights. I still played in the band occasionally and Paul always came to watch of course.

All in all, the last two years had been as close to perfect as they could ever be. I had been planning the wedding for the better part of six months, with Leah's help, and later tonight I had another surprise for Paul.

"Could I please ask the bride and groom to take the floor for their first dance?" Mark's voice rang throughout the room and I accepted Paul's hand as he led me towards the dance floor. As the familiar sound of Baby, Baby filled the room, I let him pull me close.

He held one hand against the small of my back and the other had a tight grip on my fingers as we swayed.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He murmured against my hair as we moved.

Our guests had stood, standing around the dance floor as they watched us dance. I could make out Kim, Emily and Leah standing in a huddle, whispering with smiles on their faces and I shot them a dirty look that made them giggle.

As the song ended, we pulled apart and shared a smile. I was immediately swept up in a dance with Jared, who spun me around until I was dizzy and laughing.

"Okay, enough. Go pick on Kim for a while." I told him when the song had finished and we were catching our breath. Or rather, I was catching my breath and he was smirking at me. He chuckled and nodded, heading towards his five month pregnant wife. Leah approached me then, hugging me tight in the middle of the dance floor.

Although we had decided against having a wedding party, Leah had been my unofficial maid of honour. Although Emily and Kim had helped out, Leah had been by my side at half five in the morning, looking through dresses on the internet, or trying to pick the perfect playlist. She had been the one to suggest Mark DJed and had found me the beautiful gown I was now wearing. She had been by my side through the majority of the wedding planning and had been completely unfazed when I began screaming in frustration when things weren't going my way. She had held my hand when I cried when my dad's invitation had been sent back unopened and she had helped me hide the fact that I was so depressed about it from Paul.

A loud, upbeat song came over the speakers and Leah grinned at me, pulling me back out on to the middle of the dance floor.

As we spun each other around, singing along loudly and ignoring the looks we were receiving from the rest of the guests, I realised with a jolt that she was, without a doubt, the best friend I had ever had.

In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't picture my life without her in it. Or any of the pack, for that matter. They had gotten under my skin and into my heart without me really realising it until now. What would my life be without weekly dinner dates with Sam and Emily, or film nights with Jared, Kim and the single boys. I couldn't even imagine not babysitting Claire when her parents were out of town and Quil was out on patrol. And without having Leah and Joseph sharing the little yard between our houses, Paul and I probably have gone insane.

I stopped dancing, momentarily stunned by my sudden realisation. Paul took this opportunity to wrap his arms around my hips and pull my back against his chest. His hand rested low on my stomach, a possessive move that made me smile, rather than scowl at him as it usually did. Leah had wandered off to find Joseph and Mark had put a low, sultry song on that I recognised immediately. I turned around to face Paul and wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tip toes to reach his lips.

I hummed softly as he swayed us slowly, his fingers tightly wrapped around mine.

It's like my whole life never happened,
When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought.
I know this dream, it might be crazy,
But it's the only one I've got.

I sang softly, smiling when Paul buried his head in my shoulder and sighed against the bare skin of my neck. I had discovered, a long time ago, that Paul loved listening to me singing. It was unbelievable. I could be singing in the shower, and he would be sitting on the floor by the bathroom door when I came out, a goofy smile on his face as he gazed up at me and shrugged.

I continued to sing until the end of the song, content to just be in Paul's arms. He released me, slowly, once the song ended, with a heated gaze and a smirk. I smiled in return, wrapping my arm through his and allowing him to lead me off the floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in wishing the newly weds a happy honeymoon. It's been a while coming and there've been problems, but they're finally man and wife." Mark led the applause and Paul and I smiled and waved at everyone. It was the closest thing to a best man speech we were getting, and I was perfectly okay with that. I had just married the man of my dreams and I was pretty sure life couldn't get any better than this.

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Author's Note

I am sorry. I am well aware of how much i suck for abandoning this story for so long and the truth is i don't really have an excuse. I was re-reading Breaking Dawn and it made me so dis-illusioned about the entire series that i couldn't concentrate on Paul and Abby. I would have liked to draw this out for a few more chapters (and i might come back and do that at a later stage) but i cant continue it right now so i'm wrapping it up. I hve a Supernatural plot bunny that is stalking me at the moment so i might give that a go. if any of you are still reading this and are fans of the show, keep an eye out.

The song belongs to the almighty Bob Dylan.

Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story. You're all amazing and once again, i know i suck.

Skellington