Hi another chapter posted, I want to thank you all for the reviews from the previous chapters and keep em coming! Next Chapter we will be back to Paul's point of view.

Italics-Flashback

Also the OC mentioned is Shay, all of the imprint parings will be the same.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine other than Shay.

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I Would For You

Paul/Rachel Fanfiction. When Rachel Black left La Push nearly four years ago to go to college she was carrying a secret. When she returns to help pick up the pieces in the aftermath of her brother's disappearance she has no idea of what fate has in store for her and the effect it has on her life.

Chapter 3-Owner Of The Lonely Heart

Rachel's Point of View.

Paul was still as stunning as ever. He was still tall with the same cheekbones that could cut glass and those same eyes that had practically hypnotised me the last time I'd been home.

I managed to shut the door to the kitchen behind me my hands shaking and my heart pounding every second. Looking at the man who had taken my virginity, had left me in his bed and then hadn't bothered to ring for four years made me furious. But he was also the father of my daughter.

Shay had looked as a baby like me. But when she had turned three her features had begun to develop more and I realised how much she looked like Paul. She had the same dark eyes as he had, the same cutting cheekbones, the same jawline. There was more of him in her than there was me.

Don't get me wrong, I had never found Shay's resemblance to her father anything less than adorable. But it did eat at me when I saw Paul in her face and I hadn't told him.

But then again, he had left me naked in his bed. Once I had got over that humiliation he had ignored my phone calls for nearly a week until my father (and I suspected on advice from Sam Uley) had instructed me to leave him alone.

"The boy's going through a tough patch at the minute" my father instructed Jacob and I. "No need to make it worse.

Nearly three weeks later as I was packing up to leave I realised I was late. If I hadn't have had sex a month before I wouldn't have bothered. I would have chalked it down to being irregular. I would have chalked it down simply to the stress. I had been young when my Mom had died and I had never been like Rebecca who had everything simply as planned.

I had bought the test at the drug store in Forks, far away from the reservation where word could get back to my Dad. I had took the test in the mall bathroom.

My nails were still the same shade of black I had worn at Prom. Had it really been a month since that? I still couldn't sleep at night wondering what the hell I had done to make Paul who always seemed so shy and sweet and funny with me react like I was a leaper.

Maybe I wasn't attractive enough.

I looked down at the black polish, at the contrast between the polish and the white plastic of the pregnancy test. I had another minute to go. Already I had changed my plans in my head should the test come out positive. The University of Hawaii had battled it out with the University of Washington and had allowed me six weeks after acceptance to change my mind. If I was pregnant then I was deferring my course and going to see my sister.

Rebecca would as ever know what to do.

My mind wondered again. Maybe I wasn't attractive. Me and Rebecca were twins that much was true but we weren't identical. Rebecca had always been the pretty one with her skinny body and her long black hair and her bangs, I had been the one with the curly hair and the hips and the curves and I had been the one who had struggled with buying Prom Dresses while my sister (who had graduated early) had simply chosen one and skipped out of town on the arms of her Surfer Husband.

Maybe the reason that Paul had left me was that I was to fat. To curvy, had too much flesh, maybe I was bad in bed? It had been my first time and God knows that I knew it had not been his.

And now here was my punishment. Here was the price I had to pay for falling in love, for letting myself allow one night for my pathetic crush to be fulfilled. God he had probably skipped right of too Jared and Sam and now they were laughing at how pathetic Rachel Black was. How bad she was…how ugly she was.

I checked the clock on my phone even as my eyes watered. I had thirty seconds left to go.

I steered my thoughts away from Paul. If I was pregnant then what would happen? Would I have to choose between my career and my child?

Rebecca I knew would accept me into her open arms but I wondered, how long by bubby and bright sister would keep my secret. Solomon I knew to be a decent guy but he didn't need to pay the bills for four people instead of two, and sure enough they would want to start their own family. They had been married for nearly a year and a half their honeymoon period was almost over.

And neither one of them would like the idea of lying to my father, my brother and the father of this (for another fifteen seconds) imaginary baby.

I had resolved myself to that fact. I wouldn't tell my father. He would insist that I tell Paul and then move back home and I wanted….no I needed to leave this small minded town. I didn't need to be trapped.

Jacob…would he take my side? He hated Paul I knew that, he didn't know exactly what had happened between us but he wasn't stupid. He was a decent guy as well and he would tell Embry and Quill and then Paul would find out because God Bless the both of them but neither could keep their mouths shut.

Ten seconds left.

The baby wasn't even real yet and I was already planning what to do. Maybe because I knew…maybe I was mad but I had been sick, late, sleepy…I was advanced for all of my sciences I knew what the signs of pregnancy were. I had experienced all of them.

Nine seconds.

I would have to keep it if I was. I took another deep breath as the number chimed down to eight, to seven. I didn't have the willpower to go through with an adoption and even If I did there was something pulling at me not to.

Six, five, four…

I couldn't have an abortion, while I wasn't against it I knew that if I was pregnant I couldn't have a termination and that was if I could ever afford one. This was a baby, this was Paul's baby…this…

Three…two…

This was a plus sign.

This wasn't hypothetical anymore.

Suddenly I wasn't panicked anymore. I don't think I was anything anymore.

I was numb, completely and utterly numb as I stared down at the white stick of plastic.

How long I was sat there I wasn't sure but then suddenly I could move again, I threw the test in the bin and left the toilet. I was alone in the bathroom and I walked to the big mirror. My hair and face were both a mess. I washed my hands methodically and splashed some water on my face.

I straightened up suddenly pale but resolute and my hand found my still flat stomach.

"It's ok baby" I whispered unable to help myself "Momma's gonna take care of you"

And that was a promise I intended to keep.

"…Rachel?" my Dad asked wheeling his way into the room as I was finishing plating up my dinner "Are you alright?" he was watching me critically. I shrugged determined to not meet his eye.

"Airplane travel just caught up with me" I said rubbing a hand across my jumper. My Dad's expression softened. "Don't worry about it" he said looking less old and less stern and more like my Dad from before I had left. Before I had gotten pregnant. Before the world had turned to shit.

"Dad do you mind if I walk down to the beach and clear my head" I said staring at the plate of food in front of me.

Suddenly there was a howl in the distance. I jumped but my Dad shook his head "Don't you worry about that either" he said grinning broadly "Believe it or not that's coming from the other side of the Rez, nowhere near us"

That was a lie I could tell but I didn't want to question it for my own sanity. "Go" my Dad said grinning "We can eat together tomorrow. I was thinking maybe some prime beef ribs"

I stared at him, prime beef ribs were Jacob's favourite, but decided again not to question my father's almost nervous breakdown.

"I'll be back soon" I said warningly turning to grab my phone and keys and a book from upstairs. I didn't bother with a jacket. It was cold but not freezing and the cold air was just the right slap in the face.

I made it down to the beach just as the twilight was coming. First Beach had always been beautiful and even though I knew it wasn't a real beach, not like the ones in Hawaii I could still see Shay playing here. I wondered briefly what life would be like for her if we moved back here. She was only four but I could tell that she would love it here. She could easily substitute sand for green grass and easily remake friends. She could be with her Uncle and her Grandfather…and her father….

What would Paul be like as a father?

That train of thought however was dangerous and I shook my head.

I reached for my phone filliping it so I could ring Rebecca.

She answered on the first ring.

"Jacob?" she asked her voice filled with worry and I knew Rebecca had never forgiven herself for leaving Jacob when she'd gotten married. I knew she worried about him the most.

I filled her in on Bella Swan and the situation. Rebecca, who had also been married at eighteen carefully didn't judge but mostly berated both Jacob and my Dad for not stopping a clear infatuation with another taken woman. I carefully let her rant before she stopped.

"How's Sol?" I asked carefully. Rebecca and her husband had been struggling. They had been trying for a child for a while now and while I knew it wasn't Rebecca, Solomon had been convinced that their lack of conception wasn't his fault either. Rebecca was too proud to admit the truth…her marriage was on the rocks but I could easily read through her bullshit.

"Fine" she said finally. "I…"I could see her shaking her head over the phone. "He's out" she said finally "At the surfing school"

She then changed the subject. "You wanna speak to Shay? I just put her to bed"

She didn't wait for me to answer already knowing the answer was yes. It was nearing Shay's bedtime and I knew she would want me to read her a chapter. We were working though the Harry Potter series. Shay didn't like fairy tales and after a series of nightmares about Red Riding Hood I had decided to change to Harry Potter. We were doing alright so far.

It was still light enough to read by so I found a comfortable spot on the rocks and sat down.

"Hi Momma" said the voice that made me close my eyes and smile. Shay had the ability to make everything feel better.

"Hey Angel-Girl" I said grinning even as my eyes watered. I had been away from her for nearly eight hours and already I was missing her so much it was difficult to breathe.

"How was your day?" Shay was in Kindergarten and loving it.

"We spent the whole day learning how to write our names. I already knew so Mrs Manson let me colour a butterfly while the others practiced I took it home to Auntie Rebwecca and she pinned it on the fridge" she lisped. I grinned again, I had spent a lot of time working on Shay's reading and writing and I was proud that she was so advanced.

"You tucked up in bed?" I asked and Shay shuffled letting me her he slide into the sheets of Rebecca's guest room.

"Momma?" she asked carefully "How long you gonna be gone?"

I paused, her tone had taken a turn for the sad and I didn't like that. God I hoped Jacob was home soon. "Two weeks at the most" I said trying to smile "I'll be home in time to take you for you ballet recital"

Shay cheered. Her ballet recital was a dance that included dancing like a butterfly and she had to have wings. They had to be connected to her wrists so they flew out and had to be made of fabric. Shay had been delighted and had insisted that we choose the fabric together. She had chosen on a nice buttery yellow silk with gold glitter and lace at the bottom. She wasn't really a pink girl, though a light baby pink had come in close second which had amused me to no end.

"I miss you" she confessed "I like spending time with Auntie Rebwecca but I miss you" I closed my eyes again feeling like she had reached between my ribs and squeezed my heart with her tiny hand.

"I miss you to Angel-Girl" I said trying to keep my voice light and friendly.

"Now shall we begin where we left of?" I asked trying to distract her and flipping open the book.

Shay shuffled down in bed the phone still pressed firmly against her ear. I knew Rebecca was also in the room curled up near the door listening so when Shay fell asleep she could take the phone off her.

"Chapter 7. The Sorting Hat"

Shay managed to hold on until the end of the chapter and didn't even insist I sing the song before she fell asleep. I said a quick goodbye to Rebecca, promised to ring her tomorrow and then hung up. It had been nearly an hour and a half and the night had steadily grown colder and darker.

I stood up stretching my legs, I needed some food, a shower and a good night's sleep I decided as I walked back to my house. I let myself in the front door and came face to face with the reason I was here. The reason I had left my daughter in the care of my sister and the reason why I had taken a painful walk down memory lane.

Standing in the doorway, several inches taller, with more muscle than I had ever seen him with, cropped hair and looking pale and skinny was my baby brother.

Jacob was back.

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