WOW! Thank you all so much for your reviews and adds to alerts/favorites. I'm glad you all liked the first chapter. I had half of this chapter written when I posted this morning, and since I finished this chapter tonight I couldn't wait to post it. So, here is chapter two! I hope you like it and please let me know what you think!

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Chapter Two

The following day, Camilla was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a small bowl of strawberries resting on her stomach as she watched one of her favorite programs on the Disney channel that allowed her that mindless escape that she rather enjoyed. The strawberries she was eating had been more expensive than they had been a few months ago since they were out of season, but she picked some up anyway. The sweet fruit was one of the very few things that Camilla actually craved during her pregnancy, and she could eat them all the time and not even blink.

The house was quiet aside from the noise coming from the television since her parents were gone. It was Tuesday and Peter was at work at the local factory and Teresa was working at the bakery and they had both left before six that morning, as usual. With Christmas a week away, Teresa had the living room all decked out for the upcoming holiday.

The evergreen tree that the three of them had picked out together the week before was lit up with the multicolored lights and mismatched ornaments placed in various spots around the tree. Camilla had turned on the tree that morning, as well as the lights that lined the fireplace mantel, despite the light filtering in from outside. Camilla found the glow of the Christmas lights comforting. Along with the lights on the mantel, Teresa had her small holiday scenes on display and she had already hung their stockings from it. There were three larger stockings with 'Peter,' 'Teresa,' and 'Millie' inscribed on them, but Teresa had added a new and much smaller stocking to the group that was inscribed with 'Baby.'

Camilla had decided not to find out the gender of her baby even though Teresa had practically begged her to. Camilla wanted to be surprised come delivery and she had less than six weeks left to go before she would know if she was the proud mother of a little boy or a little girl. She had no preference for either one, she just wanted a happy and healthy baby.

She'd spent her morning putting away a few things they had picked up for the nursery and washing the new onesies and blankets before tucking them away into the dresser that rested in the room. Her mother had given up her craft room for coming grandchild, and Teresa and Camilla had decorated the room and it was ready all ready for Camilla's baby to come into the world.

The walls of the room were painted a soft petal green and kept the trim on the window and floorboards and the ceiling white. They had bought a simple white crib along with a shelf that was laden with books that Camilla planned on reading to the baby as he or she grew older. There was also a changing table and dresser in the small room along with a rocking arm chair where Camilla would nurse the baby and rock him or her to sleep. In Camilla's opinion it was the perfect nursery for a boy or a girl and she couldn't wait until the baby came.

Once the baby was born and they had all settled into a routine, Camilla had plans on getting a job so she could support her child even though her parents already promised to help. They had done so much for her, but she knew she couldn't rely on them forever. She had to be able to take care of her baby on her own. Mack, the owner of the local diner in town, had already said she was more than welcome to start working for him again when she was ready and she knew she was probably going to take him up on the offer. She liked working with her mom, but she couldn't handle working at the bakery all day because she found it impossible not to try all the treats that Teresa and the two women that worked with her created.

Just as her show was drawing to a close, a knock sounded on the front door. Frowning since she hadn't been expecting anyone, Camilla picked up her bowl of strawberries and sat it down on the coffee table before she turned off the TV and struggled to get up from the sofa. Another knock sounded just as she managed to get on her feet and she sighed heavily before she ran her hand through her shoulder length hair and made her way to the door. She didn't bother looking through the peephole because she figured it was one of the neighbors. She unlocked the door and opened it only to be surprised to see not only Seth standing on her front porch, but Paul as well.

"Um, hi," she said as she fidgeted with her flowing emerald color blouse she had pulled on that morning over a pair of black sweats, which she lived in since they were the only thing that she found comfortable.

"Hi," Seth said with a smile. "You're mom told mine that you spend your days cooped up alone in the house, so, we thought we'd stop by for a visit. Do you feel like having some company?"

"Um," she said again before she laughed quietly at Seth's raised eyebrows before she nodded. "Sure," she said. "Come on in." She stepped back and opened the door a little further to allow both of them to enter the house. "Shouldn't you be in school?" she asked curiously as she looked at Seth and closed the door behind Paul. Seth was shrugging out of his light jacket and taking off his boots with a grin on his face.

"It's winter break," he said and Camilla smiled.

"Oh," she said with another soft laugh before she locked the door out of habit. She looked up at Paul. Thankfully he was fully dressed that day and she offered hima small smile before she walked away from him and towards the kitchen. "Woul you guys like something to drink or maybe eat?" she asked.

"Just some water would be great," Seth said and Camilla nodded before she looked at Paul, who was still wearing his jacket and boots.

"Would you like anything?" she asked him and that seemed to snap Paul out of whatever reverie he was in.

"Uh, yeah, water's fine," he said and Camilla nodded her head.

"Okay," she said. "Have a seat and I'll bring out your guys' water."

"Do you want some help?" Seth asked and Camilla smiled at him before she shook her head.

"No thanks," she said. "I've got it." Seth nodded and watched as Camilla disappeared into the kitchen before he rounded on Paul.

"Dude, relax," Seth whispered and Paul sighed heavily before he sent a small glare to one of the youngest of his pack brothers.

"I am relaxed," Paul snapped quietly before he stepped out of his boots and shrugged out of his jacket. He hung it up on the hook next to Seth's.

"Well, you need to stop staring. You're just going to make her uncomfortable," Seth said quietly as they walked into the living room and Seth sat down in one of the armchairs while Paul sat down on the end of the sofa closest to Seth.

"I can't help it," Paul said. "I don't want to say anything stupid."

"That's unavoidable really," Seth said with a grin and Paul glared at him as he growled quietly, but Seth just chuckled. "Look, my mom said that Camilla's had a rough time. She doesn't' need some guy tripping over his feet trying to win her affection. She needs a friend, dude, and you know that's what you gotta be. Plus, you gotta count yourself lucky since your imprint turned out to be your age. You could have been like Quil or even Jake."

"I know," Paul said heavily with a sigh as he looked at the coffee table in front of him.

"Just relax and be yourself," Seth said and Paul looked at him. "Well, maybe you shouldn't let too much of your real self shine through just yet because you can be pretty annoying most of the time." Paul growled quietly again only to stop the second he heard Camilla's footfalls leave the kitchen.

"Here you go," she said as she reappeared and walked over to them. Paul stood and took one of the glasses from her, earning a small dimpled smile in return before she sighed and ran her hands over her stomach. She walked around the coffee table as Paul sat back down and watched as she carefully lowered her body down onto the other end of the sofa and turned so she was facing her guests. Paul took a drink of his water and studied her for a moment, just taking her in, and he internally smiled as she laughed at some nonsense Seth had said.

Camilla wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but she was beautiful in a very innocent girl next-door kind of way. Her facial features were soft and he figured the slight chubbiness to her cheeks was thanks to the extra weight she had put on since getting pregnant. Her dark brown hair fell in loose curls to rest just above her shoulders and was layered slightly around her face. She had side swiped bangs that rested above her right eye and suited her face well. She had a peaches and cream complexion with a smattering of light freckles across her nose and cheeks and her soft pink lips contrasted well against her skin.

All in all, he thought her perfect but part of him, a very small part, didn't like the fact that she was pregnant. However, in the end it didn't matter to him. From what Sue had told him, the father of the baby was not in Camilla's life and had no plans on being part of the baby's. He thought the guy was a total prick, but for Paul it was a blessing in disguise.

"Are guys excited for Christmas?" she asked, her voice cutting through his thoughts and bringing him back to the conversation.

"Yeah," Seth said with a smile as he glanced at Paul and looked at Camilla. "We're having a party at our boss' house on Saturday, so, we're all looking forward to that."

"That should be fun," Camilla said with a smile and Seth nodded. "So, you guys work together?" she asked as she looked between the two and Seth nodded yet again.

"Sam Uley runs a small construction business and a group of us work with him," Paul explained and Camilla turned her green eyes to his brown.

"I met Sam last summer when he and his fiancé, well wife now I guess, came in for a cake tasting at my mom's bakery," Camilla said as she looked away from Paul and at Seth once more. "He's a nice man and his wife is very sweet."

"Emily's expecting too," Seth said. "She's not quite as far along as you though. She's due in late spring."

"Really? That's great," Camilla said, genuinely happy for the other woman. Even though she had only met Emily for a brief moment, she knew that Emily would make a great mom. She just had that air about her, and Camilla was hopeful that Emily had a healthy baby come spring.

"When are you due?" Paul asked suddenly and Camilla turned her eyes to him once again.

"January 30th," she said as her hand once again found her stomach. The baby was surprisingly calm, only moving around a little bit, which was nice for a change.

"That's coming up pretty quick," Seth said. "Are you ready?" Camilla chuckled as she nodded and moved her hand to her side.

"More than ready," she said, "and the sooner he or she comes the better in all honesty."

"Why's that?" Seth asked.

"Trust me, you don't want to know," she said and that peaked Paul's curiosity.

"Try us," Paul said and he saw her cheeks flush pink as she looked at him before she looked back at Seth. Paul was finding it very frustrating that she wouldn't look at him for more than a minute before she would look back at Seth, and he hadn't the slightest clue why she found him so impossible to look at.

"Well," she said slowly. "I'm lucky if I get four hours of sleep at night because I cannot find a comfortable position or I have to get up to use the bathroom every hour. My ankles sometimes swell to the size of small grapefruits in the morning, and my back hurts all the time. I can't tie my own shoes, it takes me forever to get up from a chair, and sometimes I can't even do that on my own," she said as she gave Seth a pointed look and the young man chuckled and nodded once again. "I could go on, but I won't. However, I know that in the end it all be worth it when I hold my little boy or little girl for the first time."

"You don't know what you're having?" Paul asked and Camilla shook her head as she finally looked at him, meeting his gaze once more.

"I want to be surprised," she said and Paul smiled at her.

"Wow," Seth said, drawing her eyes from Paul once more and making the young man sigh softly. "Emily can't wait to find out if she's having a boy or a girl. She's got the date of her next ultrasound circled in red on the calendar because she'll be able to find out then."

"My mom wants me to find out, but I'm holding my ground on waiting," she said and Seth smiled at her.

The conversation continued for a while longer, with everyone comfortably taking part in the various topics; but Camilla still wasn't too sure about Paul just yet. She found it hard to look at him, and for some reason he made her nervous. Being around him reminded her of the first week she'd spent hanging out with Travis before he asked her out on a date; however, the feelings were also different at the same time.

Being around Paul was more comforting even though he still made her nervous; and she felt like she didn't have to try and hide what she was really feeling, and for knowing the guy for less than twenty-four hours she was a little freaked out by that fact. She wasn't looking for anything other than friendship because she already had enough on her plate, and something told her that they would be good friends before too long.

Since it was well past the lunch hour, Camilla offered to fix the boys something to eat. At first they declined but when she said she was starving and didn't want to eat alone, the agreed to join her so long as she let them help fix it. That was how she found herself standing at the island in the kitchen next to Paul and across from Seth fixing sandwiches to go along with the chips they pulled out of the pantry.

"Can I ask you a question, Camilla, and not have you think I'm a total dick?" Paul asked suddenly and Camilla turned her head to look up at him, with a small frown marring her face.

"I . . . I guess that depends on the question," she said as she glanced at Seth who was looking at Paul with a curious look on his face. Paul sighed softly before he took a deep breath. He realized then that she was obviously a little more comfortable around him since she was looking at him and he hoped that he didn't ruin that by asking her what had been on his mind.

"I know . . . I know that the father of your baby is out of your life," said and Camilla looked away from him for a minute and at the sandwich she was putting together. "I was . . . I was just wondering why?" he asked and Camilla sighed softly.

"He broke up with me when I told him I was pregnant," she said as she added a few lettuce leaves and tomatoes to her turkey and cheese sandwich. "He said that the baby wasn't his and all but called me whore, when he knew damn well that he was the only-," she cut herself off from ranting and let out another sigh before she closed her eyes tightly and willed away the blush she felt raging across her cheeks and the tears prickling the corners of her eyes. "Sorry," she said before she opened her eyes and saw Seth looking at her with sad eyes and she chanced a glance at Paul. He had a scowl on his face and he looked like he was pissed off, but she was pretty sure it wasn't her he was mad at.

"What are you sorry for?" Seth asked and she looked at him.

"For going off like that," she said as she looked between Seth and Paul. "It's still a touchy subject for me and when I talk about it . . . I sometimes blow up."

"If that was you blowing up, then it wasn't so bad," Paul said and she looked at him only to see him smiling slightly as he looked down at her. He really had a beautiful smile, and it only made his already handsome face even better to look at.

"Yeah, well," she said blushing as she glanced at Seth, "it can get worse." He laughed lightly then and she chuckled along with him and Paul joined in. With the sandwiches and chips on plates the three of them carried their dishes to the table where they all sat down and started eating, talking once again.

Seth sat back and watched his friend's expression as Paul chatted with Camilla who seemed more at ease than she had when they first got there. It was weird to see Paul so calm, but nice at the same time. Camilla would be good for Paul, and Seth knew that Paul would be good for Camilla. It was just going to take a while for them to get to that point, and Seth couldn't wait for the day to come.