Hi so here is another chapter. This chapter is the shortest one so far and is I think rather badly M Rated. I had hoped to make this story 20 chapters but i'm not sure if that's gonna happen so bare that In mind.

Next Chapter is in Paul's point of view. There are two chapters left before halfway and then we hit the really interesting plotline. Disclaimer-Nothing is mine.

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I have been doing exams so I apologise for the lateness of this chapter.

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 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 7-Home

Rachel's Point of View

It wasn't a conscious decision choosing to go to Paul that night. It wasn't the beginning of something. I had gone round with the full intention of demanding that he tell me what was going on. My father was as usual nowadays when it came to anything to do with Jacob decidedly tight lipped and spent the entire morning after learning he had run off again with Sam and Old Quill.

It wasn't a conscious decision to kiss Paul, to ask him to put his hands on me. To feel one more hit of that addicting drug that was Paul Lahote before I went back to Hawaii to be with his daughter something I should have done long ago. But I did and now I was in this predicament of Paul loving me, being with me, his hands on me and again like the last time I hadn't thought it through.

Paul right now was working on sucking a rather large bruise on my neck but I pulled back. He looked up confused his brown eyes blown with lust. "Somewhere where my Dad won't see" I muttered pulling his mouth back down onto mine. Paul chucked deep in his throat his hands finding my jeans and panties pushing them down in one split second.

There was no foreplay involved. No kissing or touching or anything. It was just hard sex. To be crude it was quick and easy. Paul slid inside me like he had never left and set a pace that was hard and fast. My hands found the tight muscles of his backside and I pulled him flush against me as one hand found the headboard and the other one cupping my breast finger brushing over the nipple everytime the bed moved.

His eyes found mine and refused to let go and I realised that I couldn't look away from him either. Because there was something in that moment that made it impossible. There was something in that moment that made me want nothing more to do than show him a picture of Shay and demand, (and beg) that he love us. Because God knows, and Paul did not that that I wanted him. In that moment I wanted him despite the secret I was hiding.

Despite the secret that I knew he was hiding.

Paul climaxed with a groan bringing me over the edge with him and I swallowed around air as his nose rubbed against the edge of my cheek. He had done that once before to, he pulled out leaning back on one elbow watching me with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Shut up" I said rolling my eyes before the laughter bubbled out of me. Being with Paul again was like a hit of a drug, like being drunk.

"Hey" he said carefully. "When did you get theses?" his hands were on my stomach carefully tracing with one soft fingertip the two scars I had gained. One had been from the piece of glass that had pierced my stomach and the other one had been from the C-Section. They were angry, red and vivid and a looked up expecting to see Paul being repulsed by them like I was but I was surprised to see what looked like curiosity on his face.

"Accident" I said truthfully his face so open and trusting that I couldn't help but be open and trusting back.

"Car accident" I added looking down before away shifting out of his hands. "Sorry" I said sitting up. Paul followed me wrapping one arm around my chest and pulling me back down, "I don't care" he says finally. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to"

"Do you have to leave again?" I asked carefully. Paul grinned his eyes very warm.

"No" he said smiling softly his hand finding my chin. "Rachel we…" he looked down at his hands as if hating himself for saying the question. "There's some stuff I need to talk to you about…I…I wanna go to Hawaii with you but I…I need to be honest with you"

I sat up wrapping my sheet around myself.

"I know" I said truthfully "I think I need to be honest with you as well…there are things I have to tell you and I think you'll hate me afterwards" I shook my head.

"Nah" Paul said grinning "I could never hate you" he shook his head. "I love you too much" he shrugged at what I supposed was my dumbfounded expression. "You seem shocked?" he laughed bitterly.

"Jesus Rachel I have always loved you" he shook his head. "I loved you before all this shit happened…" he shrugged at my expression and I realised that in that second I was not the only one who was keeping secrets.

"Can we pretend for a few seconds then that nothing is wrong?" I asked him carefully, because I was warm and week and so in love with this man and I didn't want anything to change that.

Paul grinned at me softly for a second before he bent down and pressed a small kiss into my hair. "Sure" he said finally.

And then I suppose I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up there was a series of banging's at the door that had me leaping out of bed.

Paul swore rolling his eyes before clambering out of bed and reaching for his shorts.

"If it's Embry again I'm gonna kill him" he muttered. I sat up running a hand through my hair and reaching for my panties because if it was Embry…well like hell was I giving him any visual.

I trudged downstairs picking up my discarded jumper. Paul however had stopped at the door and had thrown out his arm for me to walk straight into his back.

"What?" I snapped feeling disgruntled because I was in a good mood and I didn't need it ruined.

But God if I had known then what I know now.

It was that boy again…Jackson…the one who Paul seemed to like, seemed to be able to take care of. The boy who had in his own way convinced me that I could trust Paul with raising a child. That if he could look after a boy like Jackson then he could look after and raise Shay.

Jackson however was with another boy. He was small too, I would have put money on him being eleven. He had shortly cropped brown hair on the sides and piled high on the top and he looked terrified.

I couldn't help my motherly instincts from taking over and a made a step towards him his whole body shaking with something before Paul stopped me.

"Jackson why the hell did you bring him here?" he growled looking furious his skin burning me.

"His name is Jeremy" Jackson said watching me with wide eyes. "I saw him in a park Paul…a park…I didn't know what to do…Sam's not patrolling today and you were the only one nearest" he shook his head.

"I don't know what to do" he said miserably. The boy, Jeremey snarled again and then suddenly Paul was pushing me back yanking his pants down and leaping out the door.

And then he was gone. I opened my mouth to scream but in his place was a giant wolf, Jeremy was also gone and in his place was a smaller white wolf. His dark eyes fixed on me before the dark silver wolf I know knew to be Paul shuddered, a snarl escaping his teeth. The white wolf immediately fixed his expression on the bigger one and then they were gone back into the woods and out of sight.

I turned to look at Jackson who was watching me with an expression of great apprehension.

"You wanna sit down?" he asked taking me in "Only you look quite pale"

I stared at him before finally the air was knocked out my lungs and everything and everyone around me went black.

And on that note I leave you...

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