Hey guys! Been busy with work and assignments... still doing assignment so i might not update for a few weeks... hope you enjoy this one
I stirred from my sleep and felt light touches on my cheek. I swatted it away like a fly, I heard a chuckle. I opened one eye slowly and groaned before snuggling into the pillow. Wait, pillow? I blinked a few times before I registered that I was in my bed. How did I get here?
"Good morning sleepyhead" he grinned.
"What time is it?" I groaned. I had a slight sickness in my stomach and I'm positive that it's off the alcohol last night.
"Time for you to get up" he said tapping my nose lightly.
"No, I just want to go back to bed. I want to curl up and feel sorry for myself" I moaned before turning onto my stomach and shoving my hands under my pillow, resting my head on the pillow.
"I'm not surprised Swan. You drank quite a few bottles. You even had moonshine, that's probably what fucked you up"
"Moonshine? I don't even remember buying that. I had whisky and tequila" I grumbled from the pillow.
"Nope, you definitely had all three of those. What had you so pissed off that you had to drink? That just wasn't you" he asked concerned.
"Can we talk about this later? I just want to sleep" I mumbled as I turned onto my back and pulling the covers up hinting for him to join me.
"Sure, sleep. I'll be here when you wake up" he smiled as he spooned me and kissed me lightly on the bed. I drifted off to sleep easily, feeling his presence behind me.
I woke up and detangled myself from Paul's strong grip. It took me a few good attempts before I could wriggle free. He would always grip me harder and pull me closer towards him. I scrambled towards the bathroom and got there just in time. I groaned and vomited.
I sank to the floor and flushed the toilet. I leaned my head against the tiled walls, sighing as the coldness soothed me slightly. I put my hand around my hand and leaned over the toilet again. Oh god. Make it stop. I flushed the toilet again and just leaned back against the wall. I heard the door open and I looked up, smiling weakly.
"Hey" I spoke weakly, holding my stomach.
"Hey. How you feeling?" Paul said sliding down to the floor, leaning against the wall.
"Fine and dandy, thanks for asking" I said sarcastically.
"Right, dumb question. Here" he said passing me some tablets and a glass of water. I gulped them down and grimaced at the taste. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"Why does water taste so bad after you've had alcohol? It just makes me want to puke again. I am not drinking again" I moaned.
"You've probably said that in the past. Now are you finished with the toilet?" he asked.
I nodded and he picked me up. I curled into him and wrapped my arms around his neck like a little child. He placed me back on the bed and pulled the covers over me. He walked over to the window and cracked it open a little before he settled back into the bed.
He hugged me to his side; I didn't feel close enough so I rested my head on his chest and rested one of my legs between his legs. I sighed and drifted off to sleep again.
I woke up feeling a lot better than before. The sickness had disappeared. I smiled and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. I walked downstairs into the kitchen and started craving chocolate brownies. I pulled out the ingredients and starting mixing them together. The brownies were in the oven in no time.
I walked into the living room to find my stack of DVDs all over the place and the bottles on the floor. I sighed and starting tidying up the mess. I shuddered when I picked up the bottles of whisky and tequila. I picked up another bottle and looked at the label. Well shit, I did drink moonstone. I don't even remember, maybe that was what called the sickness. Ugh, I don't want to feel like that again. Worst feeling ever.
I cleared everything up and put the rubbish into the bin in the kitchen. I washed my hands and checked on the brownies. They were still baking. I randomly craved southern fried chicken strips; I rummaged through the cupboards and found the BBQ sauce.
I pulled out the chicken and the ingredients. I knew I had to make more for any hungry wolves that happened to walk into the kitchen, just in case. The hot oil splashed me and it stung but I healed quickly so it didn't really matter to me anyways.
I placed the chicken into a big basket, on a piece of grease paper. I turned the machine on and starting brewing a pop of coffee. I needed my coffee, especially after all that drinking last night.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and then started making more food. I had random cravings, probably had something to do with this hangover. I pulled out more ingredients from the fridge and started making lasagne. I make a mean lasagne, so I'm told.
I shoved it in the oven and went back to my cup of coffee. I took a slow sip and sighed as I felt the coffee run down my throat. I gazed out the window and felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around my waist. Paul poured himself a cup of coffee before he planted a kiss to my temple.
"Hello stranger, you feeling better now?" he asked nuzzling into my neck.
"Hey, I'm feeling much better now. I realised that I did actually buy moonshine. You were right, maybe that did fuck me up. I'm never doing that again" I groaned.
"That reminds me, so are you ready to tell me what happened last night?" shit. This isn't going to go well.
"Well Fuckward called me last night" I cautiously told him, just as he took a sip of coffee.
"WHAT?!" he screamed, spraying coffee all over and dropped his cup on the floor. I sighed as I heard the cup smash and swept it up with the brush.
"Yeah" I sighed. I really didn't need such a big reaction from him, not right now.
"What did he want? I'll kill him the next time I see him" he growled threateningly.
"Oh you know, just the usual. Him being a dick" I rolled my eyes.
"What. Did. He. Want?" he growled. Ah shit he's pissed.
"Just the fact that he wanted me back. That he still loved me. What's funny was that he said he forgives me and that he would forgive me. Don't worry; I threw it back at him. I don't care what he wants. I have you and I only want you" I replied confidently as I turned round to look at him.
"That bastard" he snarled.
"That's what he is Paul. He ain't gonna change. Just leave it. I'm fine now anyways" I smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek before I turned back to the oven and checked on the lasagne.
I grinned and pulled out the lasagne from the oven and the brownies. I put the brownies onto a cooling tray and starting to cut into the lasagne.
"Aww babe, you baked!" he grinned widely.
"Of course I baked. It wasn't just for you, you know. I'm starving! The alcohol I had last night has made me hungry. Now get some plates so we can eat. There's the starter, main course and dessert" I grinned back at him.
"Oh? Dessert? Can we just skip to the dessert?" he said waggling his eyebrows at me suggestively.
"Not that kind of dessert pup. I don't have the energy to anyways. I just feel so drained" I rolled my eyes.
"Well maybe we can make our own dessert anyways. You don't have to do any work, I'll do all the work" he winked.
"We'll see about that. Now hurry up, I wanna eat" I moaned.
He grabbed a couple of plates and pulled out some cutlery from the drawers. We started digging into the southern fried chicken and the lasagne. I hmmed as I ate the food.
"Damn this food is awesome" he grinned before stuffing another bite into his mouth. I wrinkled my nose at him but said nothing.
We had finished the southern fried chicken and the lasagne but were still hungry. It was expected since we were wolves. We moved onto the chocolate brownies, when the pack came in and starting helping themselves to the brownies.
I huffed in annoyance and folded my arms against my chest glaring at the pack. They didn't even notice my glares until Paul looked up and cleared his throat. Brian was in the middle of grabbing another brownie; he paused and looked at me sheepishly before he went to pour himself a cup of coffee.
The rest of the pack looked up at me and grinned sheepishly before running towards the fridge to make themselves some food. I sighed. Is this really going to happen every time? I heard the doorbell ring, I opened the door and I grinned. Emily. Here to save the day. She brought food!
"Hey Bella! Thought you could use some help feeding the pups, so here you go" she smiled handing me a cardboard box that had a few tin trays inside.
"Wow thanks Emily, you're a star. Come on in" I grinned at her.
We headed into the kitchen and pulled the trays out of the box. The pack sat around the table looking eagerly at the trays. I rolled my eyes. Hungry pups. Emily and I helped ourselves before we let the wolves descend, pun intended.
Emily and I just stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counters chatting about wedding details. Paul and I haven't even decided what date we were going to get married. It's all happened to fast. I watched Paul as I ate and chatted to Emily, his ears were pricked up so I knew he was going to pay attention to the details.
"So Bella, I know you haven't been engaged for very long. But have you thought about when you want the wedding? A summer wedding? A winter wedding? In a church? On the beach?" I heard Emily bombard me with questions. I wonder if she even took a breath when she asked me those questions.
"Well Emily, we haven't really discussed it yet. We will soon. I don't actually know what type of wedding I want yet. I would love to get married on the beach in the summer. It would just be more memorable for me on a beach, than in a church" I laughed.
"We so need to go dress shopping" she giggled and looked at me eagerly. I nodded and she squealed with happiness and excitement. I'm sure she's more excited than me, and it's my wedding. I laughed before I placed my plate on the counter carefully before running to the bathroom with Emily shouting my name.
I closed the bathroom door, kneeling in front of the toilet before I heaved. Oh no, not again. I sighed and flushed the toilet groaning. I stayed on the floor, in case I needed to heave again. The nauseousness had faded. But only for a second. I leaned over the toilet seat and heaved again.
I felt a warm hand rubbing the back of my neck. I moaned and reached up weakly to flush the toilet. Paul lifted me up and helped me towards the sink. I leaned over the sink and started rinsing my mouth. I used a towel and washed my face, I had tear stains from the nauseas.
"You okay babe?" he asked me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my shoulder.
"I'm fine Paul. It's probably off that alcohol last night. I'm really tired; I just want to go back to bed. Will you tell the others?" I asked him sleepily.
He nodded before he wrapped one arm under my legs and wrapped the other around my waist. He lifted me up and carried me up the stairs.
"I can walk you know" I slurred sleepily.
"I know Swan. Just sleep" he said planting a kiss on my forehead.
He walked up the stairs and placed me on the bed, tugging me under the covers. I moaned at the softness and curled up in a ball. I snuggled up to the pillow and passed out cold.
Paul's POV
I watched her rush to the bathroom with all of us looking at her confused.
"I'll be right back guys" I said rushing after her.
I heard her heave before she flushed the toilet. I opened the door to see her leaning against the toilet seat, she looked pale. She gasped and leaned over to heave again. I walked towards her and rubbed her neck soothingly.
Was it something she ate? I ate the same as her. Or was it from the alcohol last night? Maybe that was it I thought. I helped her walk towards the sink, she looked so weak.
"You okay babe?" I asked worriedly, wrapping my arms around her and resting my head on her shoulder.
"I'm fine Paul. It's probably off that alcohol last night. I'm really tired; I just want to go back to bed. Will you tell the others?" she asked me sleepily, her eyes drooping slightly. I nodded and lifted her up, carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom.
"I can walk you know" she told me sleepily. She was pretty tired, she was slurring from sleepiness.
"I know Swan. Just sleep" I said planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
I walked into her bedroom and gently lay her on her bed before covering her with the quilt. She sighed at the feel of her bed and I couldn't help but smile. I watched as she curled up into a ball and snuggled into the pillow. I heard her breathing even out and I knew she was fast asleep. I planted another kiss on her forehead before I closed the door gently and headed back downstairs.
"Paul is she okay?" Emily asked me. I knew the pack was looking at me with the same question in their eyes.
"I think so. I think she's just got nausea from the alcohol she had last night. She wasn't in a good mood and turned to alcohol. Something my girl doesn't do very often, unless it was something that annoyed the hell out of her and she couldn't calm down" I sighed.
"Bella? Drinking? Really?" Brian asked curiously as he sipped quietly at his cup of coffee.
"Yep. My girl is a badass when she drinks. But she was pretty fucked when I was here yesterday. She was watching movies and drinking tequila straight from the bottle" I said rubbing a hand across my face. Holy shit I heard Embry mutter.
"Dude what happened?" Jared asked.
"Well Fuckward called her, saying that he wanted her back. He said he forgives her and is willing to take her back, the asshole" I growled.
"Please tell me she told him where to go" Leah growled.
"Yeah she told him off already, well from what she told me anyways. When I came in yesterday, I saw bottles of whisky, tequila and moonshine. No wonder she was heaving up her stomach last night and this morning. She seemed fine before but then she just had sickness in her stomach again" I said looking confused.
"Was it something she ate?" Emily asked.
"I don't know, I doubt it. I mean she ate the same as me; I'm fine so she should be fine too. I don't know what's wrong with her"
"Maybe she just needs to rest a bit more. It could be the amount of alcohol she had and the phone call all sinking in. She'll be fine by tomorrow my guess" Emily smiled reassuringly. I nodded.
Bella's POV
I was walking to the bench outside my porch and wrapped my arms around my waist. It was a cold and windy day, not that I should feel the cold.
"MOMMA! MOMMA! He's gonna eat us!" I heard two giggly voices shout.
I looked up from the bench and there were two children running towards the house. One boy, one girl. They looked like twins. They were giggling while running towards me. I looked around to see what they were running away from. I saw two small wolves running after the children playfully.
They phased half way and pulled their pants back on. They were too young to be wolves. I felt Paul's presence sit next to me and wrap his arm around me. I instantly snuggled into him and sighed.
"Momma! Momma!" I heard them squeal as they stumbled up the porch steps. I looked at Paul and he looked at them with so much love. Who were they? Were they our kids?
I looked back at the children just in time; they jumped up and cuddled into me. I grabbed them and sat them on my lap.
"Momma" the little girl sighed as she planted her small hand on my cheek.
I leaned into her hand unconsciously. She was at least two years old. She had a small body but had a slightly chubby face. She had wavy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, she had Paul's eyes.
"Momma!" I heard a little boy whine, as he pulled my short hair.
I looked at him and he was a baby version of me, he had lighter brown eyes like me. But his nose was the same as Paul's. I smiled and ruffled his hair; he wrinkled his nose in dislike.
"Colin, Brady" I heard Paul greet the two boys. I looked at them and I could tell that they were twins. They looked about fifteen. So they would be younger than Seth. What was going on here?
"Hey Paul, Bella. Your kids are so energetic for their age" they beamed at me.
I froze. They were really my kids. Was I dreaming? When would this happen? Oh shit.
"Well, it's only fair that my wife gives me kids since I married her. Maybe they get their energy from her" Paul winked at me. I looked at him shocked. "Swan are you okay?" I nodded before I fainted.
I jolted up in my bed, knocking Paul out of the bed in the process. I gasped for air and looked around cautiously.
"Hey Swan. Are you okay?" Paul asked rubbing his hand up and down my arm to sooth me.
"Yeah. Just a weird dream" I answered before heading to the bathroom and locking the door behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed. What did that dream mean? Was it just a dream or was I looking into the future?
I just leaned against the door; I took a deep breath and exhaled trying to relax. It's just a dream I thought to myself. I shook my head clear and began to freshen up. I hopped into the shower and stood under the shower head, letting the water spray all over my body.
I just stood under the spray, thinking what it would be like if I was pregnant with Paul's baby. But wolves can't get pregnant, can they? Maybe I need to have a chat with Leah to see what she knows.
I sighed and turned the water off. I wrapped a towel around my body and dried my hair with a towel. I unlocked the door and headed to my drawers to pick something out. I decided to go for some black shorts that hugged my figure and a dark purple tank top. I threw on a leather jacket, grabbing my keys and phone.
"Swan. What's wrong?" Paul was standing in front of the door, refusing to let me leave the room. I side stepped and he followed.
"I'm fine. I'll see you later" I simply said, pecking him on the lips before opening the door.
I pulled my phone out when I closed the front door behind me. I sent a text to Emily and Leah, telling them that I was going to walk to Leah's. It didn't take long to walk to Leah's house, well my speed anyways.
I smiled when Emily's car pulled up just as I got to the path outside Leah's house. She smiled at me as she walked up to the house with me. I knocked on the front door and Sue answered the door.
"Hello Bella, Emily. It's good to see you girls. Leah's in her room" she smiled.
"Thanks Sue" we chorused before heading up the stairs to Leah's room, saying hello to Harry on the way.
"Hey Swan. Emily" she smiled warmly at me and nodded stiffly at Emily. "So, what do you want to talk about? Weird you coming over here, not that I mind it" she grinned at me.
"Well I was thinking of wedding planning. I can't do this on my own, so yeah I thought I would ask you two to join me and help me plan. If that's okay with you two" I smiled thinking about my own wedding.
"Sure Bella, if that's okay with Leah" Emily looked at Leah, Leah shrugged in response.
"Right here we go then" I beamed. We all sat on Leah's bed and had notepads jotting down ideas. Beach wedding, church wedding, types of cake designs, invitation designs.
I was doodling in my notepad and day dreaming about walking down the aisle towards Paul, my soul mate. I snapped out of it when I heard yelling. I looked up to see Leah and Emily standing up and glaring at each other. They looked ready to fight each other. Oh shit.
"Why can't you just be happy for her?" Leah growled.
"What does that mean? I am happy for her Leah. She's getting married to the person she loves. Her imprint!" Emily snapped back. Oh shit. Imprint is still a sore spot for Leah, even if she has imprinted on Jasper.
"If you are happy then why the hell are you all sulky? Is Sam not being good enough to you? Do you want to steal my Jasper too just like you did with Sam? Is that it? Huh?!" Leah snarled taking a step closer to Emily with fire in her eyes.
I rushed towards them and stood in between them, I wanted this fight to end. I didn't see this coming. I heard it before I felt it. I heard a crackling slap; if I was human it might have dislocated my jaw.
My hand flew to my cheek as I looked at Emily with anger. She had a hard book in her hand and glared at Leah.
"Wtf Emily?" I growled at her before my world went black.
Ooh! Emily with a book is lethal! hope you guys like it! until next time ^_^