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Chapter Eighteen

Camilla had managed to refrain herself from asking Paul where they were going every five minutes like she had wanted to. Instead, she had only asked him three times during the drive. "So, where are we going?" she asked, making it the fourth time she asked the question, and Paul chuckled as he glanced at her before he returned his eyes to the road.

"Like I told you before, it's a surprise," he said and Camilla huffed.

"Well, like I told you before, I hate surprises," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest with another huff and Paul laughed fully. He even had a few tears spring to his eyes he was laughing so hard as he turned his truck into the gravel driveway of what he hoped was his soon to be home with Camilla and Avery.

"Relax, Camilla," Paul said as he brought his truck to a stop. "We're here, but leave the blind fold on until I get you outside." Camilla uncrossed her arms and sat up a little straighter in her seat as she nodded her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Paul smiled as he killed the engine, pulled out the keys, and climbed out of the truck. Paul let out a sigh as he walked around the front of the truck and rubbed his hands on his jeans before he opened Camilla's door. She had already unfastened her seatbelt and her head was turned to him expectantly, which made him chuckle before he helped her from the truck and settled on her feet. He closed the door behind Camilla before he took hold of her hand and positioned her in the perfect spot in front of the house.

Camilla was surprised to feel Paul's hands shaking a bit as he put his hands on her upper arms and moved her about before he finally settled her into place. Since she couldn't smell the distinct smell of salt water or hear the gentle sounds of waves hitting the shore, she knew they weren't near the beach. However, other than that she had no clue where they were.

"Okay," Paul said in a whisper behind her as his hands slid up her arms and moved to the knot of the scarf he had tied on the back of her head. "Ready?" he asked and Camilla nodded.

"More than you know," Camilla said and Paul chuckled as he started untying the knot. Camilla kept her eyes closed as she felt the fabric around her head loosen as he untied the knot; and when he pulled the scarf from her face, Camilla opened her eyes.

Camilla blinked a few times to get used to the light only to gasp when her eyes settled on the house in front of her. It was painted a grayish blue on the outside with a covered half porch and it wasn't a full two story house, but it had a second level, which made Camilla assume it was a one and a half story house. Camilla thought it was a sweet looking house; not too big or too small, but just the right size for a small family starting out. For an unknown reason, Camilla felt her heart to start to race as she looked at the house.

"Paul," she said softly, "what is this?"

"This is what I've been working on for the last five months," he said his eyes focused on the top of her head as he looked down at her and wrapped the scarf around his left hand out of nerves.

"Whose house is it?" Camilla asked, her voice going even softer. Paul was sure if it wasn't for his enhanced hearing, he probably wouldn't have heard the question. He nervously licked his lips before he took a deep breath and gently put his hands on her upper waist, and stepped closer to her so she was pressed against his chest.

"Ours," he said quietly and Camilla gasped quietly as she stiffened before she turned around so fast his hands fell away from her waist. She looked up at him with wide green eyes, and he couldn't read the multitude of emotions rolling through her eyes.

"Ours?" she asked him and he nodded. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," he said and when she didn't say anything else he felt his stomach sink. "It's too much isn't it? I know we-," he didn't get to finish before Camilla had jumped in place as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. Paul's hands were on her again instantly, and he bent down slightly and grabbed her by the back of her thighs before he hoisted her from the ground.

Camilla locked her legs around his waist while his hands held her in place by gripping her backside as they continued to kiss. After a few minutes, air was desperately needed and they reluctantly pulled away from each other. Paul smiled at Camilla when he took in her flushed cheeks and already swollen lips. She smiled back at him as her chilled right hand moved to rest on the side of his face.

"It's not too much," she said as he watched a faint line of tears fill her beautiful eyes. "I can't believe . . . you really want Avery and me to move into this house with you?"

"Camilla, I've spent the last five months turning this place into a home for you, Avery, and me," Paul said. "Right now, there is only one thing that I want more than for you and Avery to move in with me." Camilla laughed as her hand returned to rest on his shoulder.

"What is the other thing?" she asked with a smile and he grinned.

"I think you can feel what I want," he said and Camilla gasped quietly as he squeezed her butt and pressed her hips tight to his, "but your house is occupied and my parents are home. My truck's not an option because I can't even fit in the back seat and it's too cold out here to make use of the truck bed." Her smile returned at his dejected sigh, but she just laughed lightly as she tossed her long bangs from her eyes.

"Well, there's a perfectly good house right behind us," she said.

"Yeah, a completely empty house with wood floors that despite the heat I turned on yesterday are probably just as cold as the truck bed," he said and Camilla rolled her eyes.

"You still have that fleece blanket in the back seat from the last bonfire in October don't you?" she asked and Paul blinked in response before a slow smile made its way across his lips.

"I do," he said and she chuckled.

"That'll work won't it?" she asked with a raised eyebrow and Paul was quick to settle her on the ground. Once she was solid on her feet, he pulled a key from the front pocket of his jeans and held it out to her.

"You go inside," he said and Camilla laughed before she took the key from him. She turned around and headed towards the house while Paul quickly sprinted back to his truck.

Camilla walked up the porch, a small smile on her face as she took it all in, before she slid the key into the lock. She unlocked the door, pulled out the key, and opened the door. Slowly, she stepped inside, leaving the door open since Paul would be right behind her. The door opened into the living room, and the inside was just as impressive as the outside. As she stood there she could see Avery running around being chased by a slightly darker complexioned sibling or two and Camilla's cheeks heated at the idea but she smiled all the same as she walked further into the house and entered the kitchen.

Her smile grew as she took notice of all the cabinet and counter space in the modestly sized kitchen. She was surprised to see a dishwasher and everything in the kitchen and it looked to her like he spent a great deal of time on the kitchen. It wasn't very big, but there was enough room for a dining table and chairs to rest in the kitchen. Like in the living room, she could see their future family gathered in the kitchen baking Christmas cookies or getting ready for Sunday dinner. It was something she always secretly wanted, and she was well on her way to having just that.

"What do you think?" came Paul's voice seemingly out of nowhere. Camilla gasped quietly as she turned around on the balls of her feet and laughed lightly as she saw him standing there grinning, fleece blanket draped over his left shoulder.

"It's perfect," she said as she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist as she looked up at him. He chuckled as he looked down at her and pushed her hair from her face before he brought his hands to her wrists and gently pulled her hands from his waist before he leaned down and kissed her chastely.

"How about I show you around the rest of the house a little later?" he asked quietly, his lips brushing over hers as he asked the question and tingles traveled through Camilla's entire body. She tilted her head slightly and caught his lips for a second before she pulled away and opened her eyes to look up at him.

"Okay," she whispered and he grinned before he took her left hand into his right and he led her back into the living room.

He let go of her hand long enough to lay out the blanket and while he did that Camilla raised her hands to her jacket and unbuttoned it before she slipped it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. It was warm in the house, but there was a slight chill in the house and Camilla shivered slightly as goose bumps raced up her exposed arms before Paul took hold of her by the waist and pulled her close. She laughed lightly as her hands rested on his forearms and she looked up at him while he grinned down at her.

Camilla slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders before her right hand went to rest on the back of her his neck and she pulled his lips back down to hers. His grip on her waist tightened slightly as he sighed into her mouth and Camilla's fingers laced into his short hair on the back of his head. Somehow, Paul managed to lower himself and Camilla onto the blanket he had laid out of the floor; Paul lying on his back with Camilla draped over him, her legs straddling his hips as they kissed.

With her hands resting on either side of his head, Camilla moved her lips from his and kissed along his jaw before she nibbled on his ear lobe and then trailed her lips along his neck. Paul sighed softly as his hands gripped her thighs and he turned his head to the side for Camilla to have better access to his neck. Camilla smiled against his hot skin before she pushed back and sat back against his thighs as he turned his head to look up at her. She smiled down at him as she started pushing up the hem of his t-shirt, and Paul grinned as he sat up and helped her remove the shirt from his body.

Camilla's green eyes locked onto Paul's brown as she ran her hands down his smooth chest as he dropped his shirt onto the floor and let his arms fall to his sides while Camilla ran her hands up and down his chest a few more times before she slid them up his chest to rest on his shoulders. She kissed him chastely before she leaned back and pulled her own t-shirt over her head, making Paul smile as he raised his hands to her waist and pulled her closer so that her chest was pressing against his.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked her, his right hand sliding around her and rising to the side of her face, where he pushed back her hair and ran his thumb along her jaw.

"You tell me you love me every day," she said softly, "and you spent the last five months fixing up a house with my daughter and me in mind. I think I have an idea how much you love me and I love you just as much." He smiled at her then, and it was that blinding smile of his that made Camilla practically forget her own name as she looked at him, before he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. The soft kiss slowly turned more passionate and led to the rest of their clothes being discarded.

Camilla shivered slightly as her bare back was pressed against the blanket and Paul's mouth settled on her chest. She moaned as the nails of her left hand scraped up his back while her right hand once again laced into his hair. His name came out as more of a whimper from her lips and only encouraged him. It had been far too long since he had been with Camilla and he needed to reacquaint himself with her body. His right hand slid down her side and along her hip before his hand slipped between their bodies and to the tender swollen flesh at the apex of her legs.

Camilla gasped as she arched into his mouth before she roughly pulled his head from her breasts, by tugging hard on his hair, and brought his mouth back to hers. She had caught him off guard, so, Paul had to catch his weight with his left hand by her head to stop himself from crushing her. However, when he felt her rolling her hips against his hand he smiled into the heated kiss as he easily slipped a finger and then two inside of her as his mouth battled hers.

"Paul," she whimpered after she tore her mouth from his and looked up at him.

"What, baby?" he asked lowly as he pushed himself up, his weight bearing on his left arm, so he could look down at her as he continued to tease her with a grin on his face while her hands gripped his shoulders. Camilla opened her eyes then and narrowed them when she saw the cocky grin on his face, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She shifted her shoulders and reached down with her right hand before she took him into her hand and tugged hard. "Fuck," he said quietly as he pressed his forehead to hers and his hand stilled against her.

"Don't make me beg," she said as she pulled hard on him once more and he gasped sharply.

Paul kissed her as he removed his hand from her before he gently pushed away her hand from him and settled himself between her legs as he kissed her. He put his right hand on her hip and pulled away from her lips. Camilla opened her eyes and looked up at him, her hands once again resting on his shoulders, and he watched her face as he slid into her and aside from her eyes fluttering she did her best to hold his gaze as she let out a heavy sigh. His hand slid down to her thigh and he raised her leg as he began moving his hips against hers. Her nails dug into his shoulders before she brought both her hands to his face and pulled his lips back down to hers for a quick kiss.

"I love you," she said and he kissed her chastely once more.

"I love you," he said back before Camilla brought his lips back down to hers and as their bodies moved together, the pair was completely lost in each other.

Two Week Later

Paul was putting the left over paint in the shelves he had put up in the basement of his new home and he smiled to himself as he looked around. The basement was unfinished, but he had made sure there was plenty of light and space for Camilla, or him, when they loaded or unloaded the washer and dryer. There were plastic tubs with various storage items and Camilla already had the shelves above the washer and dryer laden with laundry detergent, fabric softener, and a few other items she would undoubtedly teach him how to use when it was his turn to take care of the laundry.

It was day two of living in their new home and Paul could hear Camilla wandering around upstairs on the first floor from where he stood in the basement. It had been perfect waking up with Camilla curled against his chest and yesterday it actually thrilled him to sit down for breakfast with Avery and Camilla for the first official time. He hadn't expected to be as happy as he was, and he knew the shine would soon wane and it wouldn't always be as amazing as the last two days had been; but he also knew that the good days would most definitely outnumber the bad.

Taking a deep breath Paul's smile remained as he walked across the small expanse of the basement before he jogged upstairs and walked into a kitchen to see an angry faced Camilla hang up the phone they had had put in yesterday before she slammed the cordless receiver down onto the counter. He hadn't heard her arguing with anyone, but then again he'd been lost in his head while he had been downstairs.

"What's wrong?" he asked and Camilla sighed quietly as she turned her eyes to him. He could hear Avery playing in her playpen in the living room, so, he knew it probably had nothing to do with the little girl. If it had, Camilla would have already been in the living room and holding her little girl.

"Gina," Camilla said harshly and Paul's eyebrows raised. The only Gina Paul knew was the Gina that Camilla worked at the diner with, and Camilla (who did her best to like everyone) couldn't stand the seventeen year old. The girl was often calling in and begging Camilla to cover for her, and Paul had a feeling that he knew what was coming next.

"Let me guess, she called in and Mack called and asked you to cover her shift this afternoon?" he asked and Camilla nodded her head as she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "It's all right," he said as he walked over to her and took hold of her waist before he pulled her close. "I'm sure Avery and I can manage on our own until you get back tonight."

"It'll probably be late," Camilla said as her hands rested on his chest. "Gina was supposed to work until close."

"We'll be fine, so, so don't look so worried. I've taken care of Avery on my own before," he said with a smile as his left hand slid across her back while his right settled on her lower back; and Camilla laughed lightly as she shook her head and looked up at him.

"I know you have and I'm not worried," she said with a smile as she ran her hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. "It's just that Gina is always calling in and I always have to cover her shift. Mack hates to call me, but he needs the hands."

"Why doesn't he just fire Gina?" Paul asked with a gentle shake of his head.

"Because Gina's dad is his best friend," Camilla said, "which is probably why Gina knows she can practically get away with murder." Camilla rose up on her toes and kissed his chin. "I need to go and get ready." Paul nodded, but before he let her slip away he kissed her lips chastely.

"Love you," he said and she smiled lazily up at him.

"Love you," she said back easily before she turned away from him and walked into the hall and to the door that led up to their bedroom, which took up the enter half story. Paul sighed quietly and ran his hand through his hair before he looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost twelve-thirty. Knowing it was almost time for Avery's lunch, Paul made his way into the living room and settled in the middle of the room that held the second hand furniture they had purchased was Avery in her playpen happily playing with her toys.

"Hey Aves," he said and the little girl giggled as she looked up at him. "You hungry, kiddo?" he asked.

"Ya! Dada!" she said happily as she raised her hands towards him, making Paul smile fully as he leaned over the playpen and picked her up. Seth was on patrol that day, and thankfully the younger boy wouldn't be hanging around like he had the day before. He loved Seth like a brother and he knew the feeling of needing to be around your imprint all the time, but the kid seriously needed to do something else with himself sometimes.

"Let's see what mommy fixed for you," Paul said as he walked back into the kitchen and settled Avery into her high chair. She giggled again and clapped her hands as Paul fastened the tray in front of her before she smacked the white plastic, and Paul chuckled before he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

He walked over to the fridge knowing Camilla's habit of fixing Avery's meals every morning after breakfast. Sure enough, he found the containers and heated the minced chicken and fresh peas so they were warm and poured some milk into her sippy cup. He was just putting Avery's plate and cup onto the tray with her baby spoon when Camilla came back downstairs dressed in her uniform with her hand pulled back, coat in hand, and a small smile on her face when she saw Avery taking a drink of her milk before she dug into her lunch.

"Well, I guess you got everything here covered," Camilla said as she walked over to the two people she loved with all her heart and Paul smiled at her.

"I told you I got this," he said with a shrug of his shoulders and Camilla laughed before she gestured for him to lean down to her and he did so without a problem. Camilla kissed him chastely with a smile before she moved to Avery and kissed her daughter's head.

"Mommy will be back later," she said quietly before she pulled away from her and looked at Paul once more.

"Go on, Camilla, we'll be fine, I swear," he said and she smiled.

"Okay, okay, I'm going," she said and he chuckled. "I'll see you tonight."

"Bye baby," he said before he kissed her once more.

"Love you," she breathed once more before she left without waiting for his response since she already knew it.

"All right, missy, you ran me ragged all day," Paul said with a good natured grin as he caught Avery mid step as she started to take off once again and Avery squealed a laugh as Paul tickled her sides and lifted her from the floor.

Aside from her brief nap after lunch, the pair had been playing all day and now it was close to eight o'clock and Avery's bedtime was eight-thirty. He brought her close to his chest and still giggling, Avery snuggled close before she let out a soft sigh revealing to him just how tired she really was.

"We need to get you in the bath before you fall asleep. If I put you to bed dirty, Mommy will have my head." Avery's response was another soft sigh as she snuggled into his warm body and he chuckled before he walked down the short hallway and into Avery's room. With one hand, Paul grabbed a diaper and her pajamas before he sat them on the changing table and then grabbed her fuzzy pink puppy towel and then carried a now dozing Avery into the bathroom. He sat the towel down on the counter and moved to the tub. He'd become pretty good at doing things one handed, much like Camilla, but it was usually a little easier for him than it was her given his 'talents' as Camilla had taken to call his shape-shifter abilities.

Soon, Avery's bathwater was drawn and Paul undressed her before he placed her in the lukewarm water. Avery woke up a little then and giggled again before she started splashing in the water and bubbles, but he could see how tired she was by the look in her hazel eyes. After he washed her down and washed her hair, Paul played with her and made her laugh as he made duck noises as he came at her with her rubber duck.

Avery giggled as she looked up at him, smiling at him with her tired hazel eyes sparkling, and making Paul's heart swell in his chest. She looked so much like Camilla, and he knew that she was going to be a very beautiful woman when she grew up. At that thought, Paul mentally scowled. He would definitely have to keep Seth in check when those days came because he would not let him get away with certain thoughts about his daughter until Avery was at least eighteen; if even then.

"Okay, Aves, you ready for bed?" he asked as he put away her rubber duck and her response was a big yawn that revealed the four tiny teeth that she had.

Paul smiled and started to drain the water before he hoisted the little girl from the tub and wrapped her up in her towel. Avery sighed quietly once more as he carried her into her room. He knew she would very likely pass out the second he settled her into her crib, so, he made quick work of drying her off and getting her ready for bed. He dried her hair as best he could once she was diapered and in her pajamas and she started rubbing her eyes. He ran the soft bristled brush through her towel dried hair and then carried her over to her crib. She was quick to lie down and grab her stuffed animal as Paul covered her with her blanket as she curled around the gray and pink elephant.

"Night Avery," he whispered as she had already closed her eyes and he smiled softly before he turned on her nightlight. Quietly, he stepped away from the crib, turned off the bedroom light, and left the room, closing the door slightly behind him. He walked down the hallway and stopped in the foyer as he took in the small mess in the living room. Laughing to himself he shook his head before he let out a sigh.

He was exhausted, but if he didn't clean up the mess he and Avery had made that afternoon, he knew Camilla would have his head; and truthfully, he wouldn't have it any other way.