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"We made love by the ocean
As the waves crashed around you
Sunsets never were so bright
And the skies never so blue
You opened up into my arms
And we laughed as I held you"
Jamie All Over
"Hallie! Put some sun screen on!" Paul called after me as I ran ahead of him down to the beach.
We had arrived in Barcelona yesterday, but slept most of the day away in our hotel room. So, we had done more than sleep but we hadn't left the room. I had a whole itinerary for our trip, but I had set aside today as our beach day. Then starting tomorrow, we would start sightseeing.
I didn't stop running until I found the perfect spot. I waited as Paul caught up with the umbrella and our bags of stuff. He only had on a pair of black swimming trunks and he looked absolutely delectable in the sun, the sweat glistening on his sculpted chest. I wanted to march him right back up to the room, but I knew if I did we would be there all day. It really was nice not to be a virgin anymore, and Kim and Emily had been very right about everything.
I spread out my towel as Paul set up the umbrella. I lay down with my back to the sun and closed my eyes as the rays soaked into my skin.
"Hallie, you're going to burn." Paul sighed.
I ignored him, but a minute later I heard the squeezing of the sun screen bottle and felt his hands start to rub the lotion over my exposed back. I had on a halter style top that covered my belly and a little skirt. I had never been one for a bikini and I wasn't about to start now. Paul had seemed to like it well enough anyway when he'd first seen me in it.
"Roll over." He commanded after he had completely covered the back side of my body.
I smiled and turned over to let him finish the job. I already had my special sun screen on my face, so I let him do the rest of me without a fight. Once he was done he spread out his towel beside mine and lay down next to me.
"Are you actually going to go into the water?" He asked a minute later.
"I will eventually."
My eyes were closed, so I didn't see him as he jumped up, bent over and swung me up into his arms. With an evil grin, he ran towards the water despite my many protests that included swearing, hitting and yelling. None of which worked, but did get a laugh out of him.
After he got the two of us thoroughly soaked he floated there in the water, his arms still securing me against his body. The water felt nice I had to admit and so did his arms wrapped around me securely.
"You know what I want to do right now?" Paul asked.
"I could go for a Pina Colada myself."
He rolled his eyes, "I was thinking more along the lines of stripping that bathing suit off of you and-"
"Oh my gosh! Is that Rafael Nadal?!"
I squinted my eyes and peered at the figure wading into the water just ahead of us. He looked like Nadal; my favorite tennis player!
"Who the hell is Rafael Nadal?"
"A professional tennis player. Oh my gosh Paul, I think it's him."
"Oh, that guy." Paul rolled his eyes and looked over at who I thought was Nadal. "That's not him."
"How do you know?"
"I watch ESPN."
"I got all excited for nothing."
***
It was a rainy and gloomy day, but I had plans and we would stick to them. It was our fourth day in Barcelona and we were going to the Barcelona Cathedral. I'd seen pictures of it online while I had been researching our trip with Derek, and I knew that I wanted to see it. Plus Derek had made me promise to bring him back pictures.
I could tell Paul would have been perfectly content to remain in bed all day. I had been dressed and ready to go while he was still lounging in bed naked. After bribing and a long make out session he had finally rolled out of bed and gotten dressed.
The rain had let up by the time we got there, but the sky was full of clouds. I'd already taken plenty of pictures, but I didn't have any with Paul in them yet.
"Paul, pose for me." I stated as I held up my camera.
He struck a thoughtful pose, his finger on his chin, and I snapped a picture. I waited a second for the picture to show up at the screen and when it did I smiled as Paul's image looked up at me. But the smile melted away from my face when I noticed something in the background of the picture.
"Hallie, are you alright?" Paul questioned, suddenly serious.
He started to move around me, to see what was on the screen but I quickly deleted the picture so he couldn't see. I wasn't about to let that vampire ruin my honeymoon.
"I'm fine." I replied. "But that picture didn't turn out too well, let's do it again."
He shot me a look that clearly stated he didn't believe me, but he humored me and posed again for a picture.
I was surprised by his self control. Somehow Paul managed to go the rest of the day without asking me what had really gone on at the Cathedral. But that didn't stop him from waiting until I was just wrapping a towel around my body after my shower. He waltzed into the bathroom like he owned the place and leant up against the wall as he looked me up and down.
"Are you going to tell me what happened today?" He asked as he folded his arms across his chest.
"I don't want to mess up our honeymoon." I sighed.
"Hallie."
"The vampire followed us here."
He looked pretty angry. His face tightened and I saw his fists clench. Everything about him looked tense, but I wasn't afraid of him. I walked forward and placed a comforting hand on his cheek. He immediately eased and nuzzled his face into my cool hand, which was starting to heat up from his temperature.
"He's playing with us." He growled, his face still nuzzling my hand.
"Well, if he's not going to do anything then we should enjoy ourselves, Paul." I said as I pulled my hand away.
Paul closed the distance between us and settled his hands on my hips, his heat searing through the terry cloth of the hotel towel. I pressed the upper half of my body against his and wrapped my arms around his neck; my eyes connected with his own smoldering ones.
"You're right." He whispered huskily, his breath fanning across my face.
His lips crushed down to mine and he swept me up into his arms. He didn't break the kiss as he carried me out of the bathroom and to the king sized bed. He laid me down against the bed, his lips still on mine, and followed me down. His legs tangled with mine as our tongues fought for dominance in my mouth.
He finally pulled away, but only to say: "If you ever see him again tell me right away."
I was about to reply, but he silenced me with his lips once again and soon enough I wasn't thinking coherently anyway.
***
"So, how was it?"
I looked up from the books I was arranging and at Kate's eager face as she smiled down at me. Today was my first day back at work, but not our first day back in La Push. We'd returned two days ago and spent those two days sorting through gifts and writing thank you's.
"Barcelona? It was beautiful and at one point I thought I saw Rafael Nadal, but-"
"I didn't mean that, Hallie." Kate interrupted me.
I quirked a brow at her, "Oh, so you want to know about the wedding night huh?"
"Well not the wedding night specifically…more like the activities of the night in general." She smirked.
"Why are you so curious?"
She held out her left hand shyly. I looked down and saw a simple diamond engagement ring nestled on her ring finger. My eyes shot back up to hers and I jumped up to wrap her in my arms.
"When did this happen?" I asked excitedly.
"After your wedding; when he took me home." She smiled.
"That was fast."
"I know, but its right." She sighed happily.
"Okay so you want some more preparation stories then?" I grinned, knowing that she already heard the run down from both Kim and Emily.
She nodded her head.
"Well, everything they said was pretty much true. But the rest just depends on the two of you. It does get a bit hot, but it's not that bad." I explained. "The rest you just kind of have to discover on your own."
"I'm sure I won't mind that." Kate grinned.
"Mind what?"
Kate jumped and spun around to face Derek who had just walked up behind her with a book in hand. I saw that it was not his normal reading choice, but instead a book on cake decorating. I tried to hide my grin, but Derek noticed and shot me a look.
"Oh nothing." I replied to both his question and his look.
He didn't look convinced, but he didn't say anything. Instead he walked past the two of us and headed back toward his office mumbling something about women.
"What exactly has happened while I have been gone?" I asked Kate curiously.
She grinned, "He and Lynn have been out a few times."
I was insulted. Derek hadn't said anything to me about that. Just what kind of best friend was he? But then again, he hadn't really had the time to tell me anything. I would just have to drill him later to make up for it.
"You look like you're plotting something." Kate commented.
I just smiled and went back to working on the books.
***
"Joanna! Don't put that into your mouth!"
The sight before my eyes was definitely humorous and a little bit sad. Paul had on an apron smeared with flour; one hand holding a spatula, and the other arm had Joanna tucked under it. The aroma of cookies was in the air, as was the smell of smelly diaper.
"What is going on here?" I asked from the doorway.
"We were baking." Paul replied.
I laughed and stepped forward to take Joanna from him. Once I had her, Paul went back to working on his cookies. I had forgotten we had the little munchkin tonight since Kevin had to work late and Jolie was at her Dad's for a few days.
After she was cleaned up and I was changed into my lounging clothes we joined Paul in the kitchen where he was eating most of the cookies he had just made.
"Are you going to save us any?" I asked as I juggled Joanna on my hip.
"Of course." He smiled. "They don't taste right though."
"That's because they're not mine." I replied and reached up to kiss his chin. "Anyway, did you hear about Jake and Kate?"
"Yeah the proud bastard was the one to drop Joanna off." Paul replied as he took Joanna back from me.
She slapped at his face happily before she contented herself to lay her head on his shoulder. I smiled up at the two of them and the picture they created. I imagined a slightly darker child that resembled both of us in his arms and found myself longing for that to come to life.
I had convinced myself when I was eighteen not to have kids. My mother had told me horror stories and I had seen the miracle of life video at school one too many times. Besides I had been convinced back then that the right guy wouldn't ever come along anyway. But he had, and now I wanted to have his children more than anything.
"Paul, how many children do you want?"
He looked taken aback for a minute but he quickly recovered and smiled down at me. "A litter…so about five."
My eyes widened and he chuckled.
"I'm kidding; I've never really thought about a number. What's your number?"
I shrugged, wanting to appear vague. Although I did want children, I didn't want them right now. We had just gotten back from our honeymoon for goodness sakes! I didn't want him getting ideas in his head that I wouldn't be ready for until at least a year or more.
"I'm just asking for a number, I don't expect us to go upstairs and get started on baby number one yet." He grinned and turned his head to place a kiss on the top of Joanna's head.
"Three." I replied.
"Three is a good number." He agreed.
We just stared at each other for a minute before Joanna stirred on his shoulder and looked up at Paul expectantly. We both knew that face; she wanted something to eat. Without a word Paul headed to the refrigerator and pulled out the food that had been sent along with her.
"Hopefully we'll have one like this; doesn't cry much." Paul said as he slipped her into the high chair and buckled her in. After he set up her food he moved over to me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my forehead before he pulled away to look down into my eyes.
"How was work?"
"I wish we were still in Barcelona."
"Me too, because I could just cart you off to bed right now."
I slapped his arm playfully before I went to finish what Paul had started for dinner.