A/N: Hello! Sorry it's been a while. I was busy with my final school year and, well, things get on top of you. I know that's no excuse, so, to make you happier, I'm writing from my computer today, so there shouldn't be as many mistakes. It's a real shame I only notice them once I posted the chapter. Anyways, on with the story!

Chapter 6

I'm glad Jesse has finally decided to go back. He's been 'keeping an eye on me' all week. I couldn't stand up without him being there. Once, and I'm not joking, he asked if I needed help going to the toilet. I missed him, of course, but he doesn't need to make up for all the time he's not been here in two weeks. I might have made jokes about it, but Paul could tell that it was making me really uncomfortable.

It was a sunny day, as always in Carmel and we were both lying on the grass in the back garden. Jesse was nowhere to be seen. I breathed a sigh of relief before turning my head to look at Paul's profile. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight and I couldn't help but notice the elegant curve of his soft lips as my eyes browsed his face. I saw him notice that I was looking at him.

"I won't ask you how you are because Jesse's been asking you constantly for the past three days. It's nice to have some alone time together-just you and me- for once." He said, still looking up at the sky.

"Thanks, Paul. How on earth did you get Jesse to ease up?" I asked.

"A magician never reveals his secrets, but I can tell you that I told him something that would send any guy running for the hills!"

"I'm pregnant – I can hardly use 'the crimson tide' as an excuse!"

Paul looked at me, his face a picture of feigned horror. "Not that! Something else!"

"I don't know what else you could say that would have that effect. Especially on Jesse. He had five sisters."

"That's why it's a secret. A guy thing."

I laughed at this. "I always thought Jesse was too old-fashioned to know about guy code."

"Nah, guy code dates back centuries, maybe even millennia. In fact, probably since 'Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife.'"

"Well, I'm not married, so, that doesn't apply in my case." Then I kissed him. It was a sweet kiss, no tongues. Like your first kiss – that sort of thing.

Paul turned away again, so that he wasn't looking at me, and ran his hands through his hair. "Suze, I know we've both grown up and that you're mature enough to make your own decisions, but…are you sure this is what you want? Me, I mean?"

"Yes. Definitely. You've waited patiently, you haven't pressured me and you have given me so much. I have grown to like you, since we first met, at the Pebble Beach Resort. You're a nice guy and can actually be quite sensitive."

"Aww, shucks. Don't tell any of the guys, though. I'll never hear the end of it!"

I lightly punched him on the shoulder. "Oww!" He shrieked.

"Come on, Paul – you know I hit harder than that."

"Yeah, I do, my nose has never fully recovered." He replied, rubbing his nose with a smile.

"I'm trying to be serious. Look, Paul, I really like you and I would like us to…give it a go."

"Just 'give it a go'? After how many years that is the best way you can phrase it?"

"Cut me some slack! It's not like I'm big on dating!"

"I know. And that's one of the things I love about you." He kissed me on the nose. I kissed him on the mouth, playfully at first, but it turned into a fully-fledged French. I rolled so that I was on top of him, I straddled, him, keeping my knees either side, so that I didn't lean all of my weight onto him. My knees buckled when he pulled me closer. His hands stayed on my waist the entire time. I knew he wanted to prove that he was serious and that it wasn't just the sex, but, at that moment I wanted it to be. I did a little exploring of my own in the hope that it would encourage him. One hand slid down to my thigh, just below my butt. My hands were in his hair, making sure to have felt every part of his scalp, before they moved on. I was suddenly aware of my huge boobs, pushing down on his chest. I was wearing a vest top, but in all the kissing, it has slid down a bit to reveal my lacy bra. Then I realised what drew my attention to them. It had just gotten colder because we were in someone's shadow.

Jesse cleared his throat. Damn it! I knew he wouldn't be able to stay away for long. He was holding a big cardboard box. I think it must've been the crib. I couldn't really tell because my eyes were a little unfocused. I reluctantly pulled myself up off Paul. Despite the circumstances, Jesse helped me to stand.

"Hi, Jesse. Been doing a bit of baby shopping, I see." I said, awkwardly.

"Glad you noticed."

I just sighed in exasperation. Jesse glanced down at the state of my vest top. I fixed it, and anything else I thought might have been out of place from the kiss.

"It's not really any of your business who she kisses, is it? So why don't you just stop giving her a hard time about it?" Paul defended me. Already fitting nicely into the role of boyfriend, I see.

"It is my business because it's MY baby she's carrying. I want to make sure she does what's in the baby's best interests." Jesse countered.

"Still here, you know."

"You're leaving in two days! How can you even say that?!" Paul yelled. Loudly, I might add.

"I had to leave because she asked me to! I was hoping we'd continue our relationship when I came back, but apparently not!"

"You weren't seriously hoping I'd wait for you! After how you left?"

"I seem to recall that we were on good terms." He gestured towards my baby bump.

"No. I meant the first time. When you expected me to give up everything to stay at home and have your babies!"

"I didn't know as much about modern life as I'd thought. I've changed!"

"You're too late. Look at me! It seems like you got what you wanted."

I walked away, tears in my eyes, but I could bear to let Jesse see me like that. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words hurt. How he makes me feel hurts. It always hurts now. The Jesse I fell in love with was the one that would make it better. But he's different now.

A/N: How was that chapter. Not bad, if I may say so myself, considering I haven't updated for a while. I kid, of course, I wish I had such high self-esteem, but I don't. That's why need reviews to keep me writing. How's that for emotional blackmail? I know my chapters are short, but I'm working on that. The next one should b longer. Fingers crossed.

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