Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight cast but I do own the plot of this story and the OCs, steal them and feel my WRATH!
Well Ni Hao readers! I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter. This is going to be entirely different perspective now, I'm trying to be fair to the characters by letting them have a partial spot in perspective otherwise it will always be with Roxanne.
For all my other readers, I'm really sorry but I'm working on the others; I just needed to get this story idea out of my head before I become mentally unstable.
And I'm sorry this is short and really doesn't show much: I was in a rush.
Bad authoress! *slaps cheek*
So please read and review, every review I get makes me update faster and not only with this story but the others!
If looks could kill, Paul Moore's glare would be enough to slaughter a roomful of people. The nurse shivered unpleasantly when she had acknowledged the young yet fickle man that his visiting time was nearly up, she clutched her clipboard protectively to her chest as he turned on her with his infamous glare but it immediately melted away once a soft yet harmonious voice spoken up. A gentle hand, pale even for the natural light mocha skin tone, lay against his forearm as a simple warning.
It wasn't until she gently closed the door that the nurse smiled secretly to herself as she moved fluidly down the hall past busy nurses, occupied doctors, and other patients.
Paul Moore was most definitely volatile, radically handsome, and it was no secret from the people that knew him that he was a momma's boy.
Paul huffed at the closed door before turning to the delicate woman in the bed. Ariana Moore was an angelic and compassionate woman; most people had been completely boggled by how different her son was compared to her.
She smiled gently at her son and softly chastised him, "You know better than that, Paul. The woman is simply doing her job."
Her son only grunted, "You're my mother, I should be able to visit you whenever I want and leave when I want." He crossed his arms over his chest with his lips puckered in a pout, the exact form of a small child that has just been told 'no' for the first time.
Ariana shook her head, "You get that from your father's side, I swear." Though it was in good-nature since she could not keep her chapped lips from the curved smile. She reached over and took his hand into hers, the thought of how much larger his hand covered her much smaller one no longer a shock and marvel.
"You should go tonight, enjoy yourself." She encouraged. Paul was a busy man with school, the Pack, and the responsibility of taking care of her despite the hospital staff that was around 24/7. Ariana could not believe that Paul was the exact carbon copy of his father: hot-tempered and gruff yet a giant with a golden heart and the fierce protectiveness of his loved ones. A mother could not be prouder of her son though the protectiveness that he had with her could be overwhelming and downright irritatingly bothersome, she knew he meant well.
"I'm not going," His voice cut her thoughts off, "I didn't visit you for the last past three days because of fu-"
"Language, Paul Nelson Moore."
He coughed and he decided to ignore the burning sensation in his ears, "Because of Sam telling me to go to school, do this, do that, while he sits around with his imprint."
"Paul," She weakly gripped his hand, her eyes searched the blanket that covered her as if the blanket suddenly became some sort of treasure, "I want you to enjoy yourself and I'm-"
She immediately felt an increase of temperature that resided itself on her forearm, "I don't want to hear it. You're not going to die, there's nothing to prove that you're dying. Nothing."
Ariana winced a bit at Paul's interruption but in a flash she was staring into her son's dark and intense eyes. The boy was stubborn, another trait he had inherited from his father. The calm burning touch moved from her forearm, the cool air stinging the heated skin where his hand had previously been, to her hair.
"I can't leave you knowing that you're sick."
She smiled, "Paul Nelson Moore, I am your mother and you will listen to me. As your mother, I'm telling you to join your friends for tonight. I'm not going anywhere. Go, I don't want to see your face anymore tonight and if I do-Paul, there will be heck to pay."
He chuckled and shook his bowed head. His forty-two year old mother, was as innocent as a child but with a tongue of silver. And she couldn't even swear.
"Please, Paul. Do it for me-just tonight." She begged her soft voice quickly played his with heartstrings. He knew he couldn't disobey her, she had quite the effect on him. Like Sam's Alpha Voice, though twice as powerful and instead of only affecting the Pack it could make anyone get on their knees to serve her.
"Fine." He relented with a sigh, an annoyed look etched onto his face.
"Have fun, baby." Ariana brushed her lips over his knuckles gently then gave it a good slap. "Get a move on, you're going to miss them." She smirked victoriously at her son when he rolled his eyes and leaned over to give her a kiss on the check before he stood up. He snatched the leather jacket that hung off the back of his chair with one swipe of his large hand. He carelessly threw it over his shoulder though his fingers curled around it.
"I'll be back first thing tomorrow morning." He promised with a sincere look and a finger pointed in her direction, a look on his face said that he meant it.
"Alright but don't try to break in again. Please Paul, you nearly phased and gave the poor night guard a heart-attack."
He smirked at her over his shoulder as he left through the door.
Ariana sighed tiredly, she leaned back against the soft comfort of the pillows though it was hard to comfort her poor nerves when she contemplated the chaos that she would rise to in the morning caused by her son.
"Pol, Pol, Pol!" Claire cried as she clumsily tumbled towards Paul, her smile could brighten anyone's day and a single giggle melt the grumpiest man's heart.
Her arms reached upward when she had gotten to his feet, her fingers flexed eagerly to be picked up. He smirked down at the child and with one arm, scooped her into his arms. She squealed with laughter with one arm behind his neck and her gentle hand lay against his chest as she sat comfortably on his arm. Paul continued to walk towards his small group of friends that included Quil, Jared, Kim, and Jacob.
The corner of his mouth twitched in mild amusement when Quil and interlocked his arms against his chest with his eyes everywhere except for him as he walked closer. Was silly Quil Jr. jealous?
Jared didn't either seem to notice or to care as he held Kim in his arms, his head lowered down to her neck as she tried to push him away though it was in vain.
"Jared, Paul's here!" Paul heard her whisper harshly and Jared only responded with a grunt before he hesitantly moved away. Paul knew that out of all the members of the Pack, Jared was the one most whipped by his imprint though Kim was practically an angel.
His smirk was almost wiped off his face at the sight of Jacob. It was only a few weeks before when Bella Swan had married the vampire Edward Cullen and was now on their honeymoon. Jacob rarely spoke words to anyone nowadays and it was even a wonder how Quil and Jared had gotten them to come with them when they knew that he would only retreat into his room or the woods to phase. Paul has admitted (though quite bluntly to himself) that he was more aggravated with Jacob's behavior more than outraged at Bella's choice in a spouse, he was acting as though his imprint had left his life.
Imprint He snorted at the word as it passed through his mind, it was only nature's match-making service that could either make your life eternally blissful or condemn you to everlastingly hell. He chose the latter as the best definition of imprint with a nod of his head. Paul chose not to think of his reasoning while he held the smallest and youngest imprintee in his arms with her big brother imprinter 'Wuil' watching in a covetous manner.
"Hey man." Paul greeted as he shoved his free hand into his jeans pocket as he ignored Quil's glare and decided then to place the small three year old onto her own two feet again. "So who's ready to get this over with?"
"C'mon it's not that bad," Jared protested as he put an arm around Kim's shoulders and drew her close to him, "Forks has been a bore for so long."
Quil, now with his imprintee comfortably on his shoulders, gave Jared a playful shove. "It still is."
Paul just juggled the keys to his motorcycle in his hand, "Let's get going already." He sighed impatiently.
