Hi so here is another delayed chapter. This is a short chapter, probably the shortest chapter and their isn't much dialogue.

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Next Chapter-Paul's point of view-and the shit really hits the fan.

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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 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 11-Brave New World

Rachel's Point of View.

Coming back was something that was both dreaded and needed. I had never contemplated coming back to La Push once I'd had known that Shay's father could turn into a wolf at will, that (according to a text from Jacob) the little child born of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen was a harmless girl, a harmless half vampire, that Bella Swan had done what I could not and put everything she had on the line in order to be with the man that she so desperately loved more than her own life. I had never planned to return to the small town mentality that would judge me for the rest of my life for what I had done five years ago.

I was cutting out my own heart, not returning to Paul but I was doing it for my child so what did it matter?

But it was Shay that made me go back. Because my little five year old was asking questions, because my little five year old did have a father that cared for her more than I could have possibly imagined. I thought when I'd come back to look after my father, who spent years keeping secrets from me, when I'd come face to face with my runaway brother who had ran from more than I could possibly imagine I would finally be done with that dark part of my life, my childhood and those years without my Mom, those years where Paul, loving him from even afar had been enough for me, where I had never dreamed of being in his bed until I was.

And then I was pregnant with his child.

I was not selfish or stupid. Or perhaps I was. It was a question I had asked myself time and time again, when I had been pregnant, when I had held Shay in my arms the first time, when I had seen Rebecca lie time and time again to my father and brother choosing her position as my twin over everything else, even when I had gone home and I had seen the man I had done the most wrong to.

But I had taken steps to protect my broken heart and then the lie had become more and more practiced and bigger than what I have ever dreamed it to be.

I had hurt so many people and I wasn't the cold hearted slut that I knew so many people would see me as if I went home and explained. For how would I explain to my brother, my father, Paul, Jared and so more that I had lied through my teeth?

But while I spent the last year in Hawaii watching Shay grow to be more and more Paul's daughter I realised that if I was ever going to be a Mom like my own had been the doubts that had been waging on my mind for so long would have to confronted. I would have to man up and face my fears and the long ago secret I had buried from everyone.

And...i did love Paul. A few months after I had left I'd been angry, Rebecca had been terrified and then several bottles of wine later had said that she couldn't be mad at my father or my brother because she had and was keeping my secret for much longer.

My sister had never judged me or reproached me for not telling anyone about Shay. She had never yelled at me and when she'd realised the lie that I had roped her into telling for me, but now that my father had come clean about the biggest secret in our lives I knew her own bouts of dishonesty were keeping her up at night perhaps more so than it did me. She didn't need to tell me she was my twin.

And then there was Paul. I couldn't deny him a chance to know his daughter, I couldn't deny Shay I chance to know him. While I thought about Emily, Sam's fiancé, regardless of the scars littering her face, regardless of the hurt done to Leah I knew this was a woman as passionately in love with her man I had been...hell as I was with mine.

If Paul wanted me then I would do everything in my power to make it work. Gone were the days when I pretended that my heart wasn't breaking for wondering where he was and if he thought of me. For it was easy to admit that now. If he didn't want me...well...I had survived much worse. And if he didn't want Shay? Well I had still survived worse and I would make sure that her life didn't suffer for it.

A year's silence away from my family with all the knowledge that I now had compared to the knowledge that I knew they had, had significantly changed my perspective. I wanted Shay to have a father, an uncle and a grandfather and if that meant bearing the brunt of my family's anger for the rest of my life then I would do that.

So one morning in April I woke up determined. I rang Jacob, told him to wish Bella and Edward congratulations of the birth of their little hybrid baby girl and told him to spread the word that I was coming home and this time I think it was to stay.

Jacob was to old a hand at dealing with me to make a comment on how I had once sworn that I was never coming home and told me that he would tell Dad and that Dad would be thrilled. If he caught anything in my voice that betrayed how nervous I was about coming home then Jacob didn't show it but he like so many other people didn't know exactly what I had done.

Shay for the most part had been excited about leaving Hawaii. She had been excited about going to a new place. While the beach of La Push wasn't like the beaches of Hawaii I knew she'd like them and Shay her head filled with Harry Potter (her favourite series at the moment) was looking forwards to an adventure that she could claim was like Harry going to Hogwarts.

And so I packed up my bags and rented a hotel room in the nearest town closest to La Push and I packed Shay's bags up with me and swallowed down both my pride and my terror.

I put Shay on the plane for the first time and tucked her into her seat. I took her off the plane for the first time. I got my own ride to the hotel and got Shay settled in for the night. I slept an uneasy sleep and then the day afterwards I bottled down my fear and took the rented car up to my Dad's house in La Push.

I knocked on the door Shay clutching my hand and my Dad answered the door. Whatever greetings he had to say died on his lips when he took the child standing next to me gripping my hand like her life depended on it. His eyes widened and then they rose to me and I could only send one last prayer that this would all go according to whatever shitty plan I had.

"Hi Dad" I said finally.

"I suppose we need to talk"

Brave New World indeed.

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