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Chapter 68: The Proposal

Ally and Gar had decided to extend their visit with us, well until the baby put in an appearance at least. I wept tears as they'd told me, all because of stupid hormones. They had stood in front of me, telling me then what did I do, I flooded with tears, I can laugh about it now because as I look back, their faces were priceless. Both of them had thought that they had upset me, that I wanted them to go. Which was the total opposite of course, I was overjoyed they were staying. They'd apologized and said they would leave me in peace, I screamed at them to stop as they walked away from me. Once I'd explained my reaction, they'd looked at each other and agreed that neither one of them would ever understand the emotions of a pregnant woman, that it was too confusing for them, my emotions were giving them both a severe case of whiplash, hey I couldn't help it, it's Paul's fault at the end of the day. Old Quil had been in complete shock as we'd told him about the message from Marcus, saying that in a way, a quileute legend had spoken to him. He'd said that out of all the craziest things that had happened on the reservation, with the pack and everything else, that this one was the most bizarre one yet. Yet, he was happy, HAPPY the cullens were no more, that ally and gar with the help of Marcus of course had took revenge on them for what they had done to me and for what they had done to the quileute people, i.e the pack, their presence had not helped the phasing situation at all. The Cullen freaks had got what they had deserved, nothing less, nothing more, it was an eye for an eye so to speak. Some of the pack actually winced and reeled back in disgust at hearing Marcus had taken fuckfaces eyes as a trophy, I thought it was cool as fuck of course, but that's just my opinion. There was also a bit of concern that more quileute people might phase due to Ally and Gar being around, but old Quil had stomped out any if that saying that as long as ally and gar stayed away from the main part of the reservation, that it was unlikely that any more boy's would phase. I'd asked him what he meant by the main reservation, he'd responded with that as long as Alistair and Garret didn't decide to take an afternoon stroll around the village then it was highly unlikely that any more boy's would phase. This was great news, I laughed so hard as Old Quill had afternoon stroll, it was just so old fashioned. So Ally and Gar could stay as long as they stayed on their side, kind of like a territory line, they could pass as long as they had permission from Paul and I, they were closest to us you see, so it was up to us to deal with anything should there be consequences, which there wouldn't be. I knew this as did Paul, Old Quill had already informed us that he would be doing some chilling out with the cold ones, the guy cracks me up, he didn't even realize that he had made a joke, once he did though, his laugh shook the whole mansion practically, it was a huge belly laugh, you know like something Santa would do if he was real. The guys a fucking legend in the making himself, I told young quil that he really should start writing a book and call it The Antics Of Old Quil. Well it was funny at the time.

New Year came and with it, the worst snow storm that Forks and La Push had ever seen. It was constantly freezing. There were icicles hanging from the roof of the house, the heating was on constantly, I worried about the bills. Provisions were also low due to the fact, delivery trucks couldn't get through the heavy snow to deliver goods to the stores. If it hadn't have been for ally and gar, God knows what we would have done, they didn't feel the cold, the pack helped as well, working together again. They would go to the trucks which had been abandoned due to the severity of the weather, taking sleds with them and piling up stuff liked canned good, now don't get me wrong, I don't condone stealing for a second but needs must and we needed badly. We left money in the cab for the stuff we took, so it's not all bad right? We only took what we needed, the stuff we would have bought anyways. My conscious is clear. We stocked up as much as we could, Charlie was actually the one who came up with the plan in the first place. I could see the headlines now, Chief Of Police Charged With Food Theft, yeah that wouldn't go down to well would it? It was the middle of January when the snow began to thaw, it was like a miracle had happened, everyone was so excited at seeing the different shades of green on the trees, comical behaviour really. But I didn't share the same enthusiasm as everybody else. There was something marring my happiness, and that something was Paul. You see, ever since the new year passed, he's been distant, sitting away from me in the living room, working crazy hours, so crazy I actually pulled Charlie up about it, trainee cop or no trainee cop, the hours were fucking ridiculous. The clencher for me though, was when Paul started going to bed at different hours from me, we hardly spoke. It was like he was pulling away from me and it really and truly hurt, inside and out. I tried to speak to Jake about it, even Angela and Embry, but none of them were very forthcoming or supportive for that matter, even ally and gar were acting strangely. Experiencing all this whilst being pregnant was a dangerous thing because my mind started to play tricks on me, I was beginning to wonder if Paul was cheating on me.

Thing's finally came to a head though one Friday night. I'd had the day from hell, what with the sickness and tiredness getting the better of me, I'd decided enough was enough and packed myself a bag to go and stay with my dad for a while, so anyways, I finished packing my bag, pulled my coat on and headed out, but as I was going out, Paul was coming in. He took one look at my bag and me in my coat and growled so loud that it startled me in a way.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked me, snarling.

"Me leaving, that's what the fuck this is" I retorted.

"Leaving, what the fuck little phoenix, why?" He asked me quickly.

"Because I'm tired of your bullshit and your ignoring me" I tearfully said to him.

"Bullshit? Ignoring you?" He asked in disbelief.

"Paul, you never sit and talk to me, you haven't touched me in week's" I said softly.

"Touched you? You mean fucked you?" He said louder.

"I prefer the term making love, but yes if you want to put it that way, no you haven't fucked me in week's and I'm tired of it all" I shouted at him.

"Your going nowhere Bella, I'm telling you that right now" He smirked at me, it was that panty dropping smirk, the one that would make any girl cream themselves, it makes me gush, and yes my body responded to it as always.

"Smells like someone's getting a little excited, aren't we" said Paul smiling at me.

"Not me" I snapped at him, I'm a terrible liar.

Before I knew it, my bag had been thrown away, and I was picked up and carried to the bedroom where Paul began to rip my clothes from my body, not even caring if they were salvageable. I stood before him, naked, hot, horny as hell and dripping wet. He pushed me gently back on the bed and knelt down on the floor. As he started to slowly kiss my feet, the lovejuice from my pussy had taken on a whole new level of soaking. His tongue trailed slowly up my calves, missing out the area that was throbbing for his touch. I was so weak for this sex God before me, I was addicted to him. I was still mad but the heat from him was too much and I was so eager for him, my anger had been pushed aside for the time being. His tongue trailed down my other leg, up my thigh again, intentionally evading my throbbing hot wet core. I was screaming inside for him. Lifting my legs gently, resting either one on his shoulders, he blew on my clitoral hood, coaxing my little love bud to come out to play with Mr talented tongue, his breath was hot and tickled me slightly. Then he licked, oh fuck he licked me and it was like the first time all over again. The juices poured out my pussy and he sucked and licked up all I had to give, he licked little circles at my entrance, poking his tongue in and out gently. Then the burning started, from my toes, the tingles travelling up my legs to my core, I was going to explode.

"You gonna cum for me little phoenix, you gonna fill my mouth?" He murmured against my centre, sending vibrations through me adding to the sensational tingles.

"Oh yeessssss Paul, it's soooooo fuucckkkiiinngg goooood" I just about managed to groan out.

He licked more circles around my clitoris as he entered two fingers into my saturated pussy, then curved them up and I was sent spiralling into my orgasm violently, my body shaking, I vaguely felt something being slipped onto my fingers, but as I was kind of preoccupied, I didn't pay attention. The burning hot orgasm Paul gave me was long and breath taking, I was moaning his name so loudly.

"Yeeeaaahhhh ppaaaaauuuuulllll" I screamed so loud, I was slightly concerned I would end up losing my voice.

I began to come down slowly from one of the best orgasms he'd ever given me, opening my eyes, I saw him undressing, my juices coating his mouth, chin and neck, Christ I gushed alot. He was hard, so hard and big, he came to me with that devilish smirk on his face and lay gently on top of me, rubbing his dick up and down my slit, pushing in with a loud groan, his eyes glazed with passion, his thrusts were slow, long slow and hot. He looked into my eye's, smiling.

"You've agreed then" he grunted out with a deep sensuous thrust.

"To what?" I breathed out, matching his thrust.

It was then, he entwined his right hand in mine and raised it. Sitting on my finger was a single diamond solitaire engagement ring. Oh my fucking God, that's what he'd slipped on my finger as he'd licked me out. He'd proposed to me whilst eating me out, fucking hell. I looked at him in awe.

"You proposed to me whilst performing oral sex on me?" I questioned him incredulously.

"Well you could hardly say no that way could you" he said cheekily as he thrust faster and harder inside me.

"Your a one off Paul Lahote" I moaned out.

"So you gonna be my wife then little phoenix?" asked Paul, licking up my neck.

"Hell yeah, I would be honoured" I breathed out heavily as his thrusts became harder, he then flipped me into all fours, taking me doggy style and breathing I love you`s in my ear.

We spent the rest of the night making love, in just about every room in the house.

My anger dissipated, calm engulfing me, this was what all the secretiveness had been for. I bet you I was the only girl in the world who'd been proposed to by their boyfriend as he licked me out.

What can I say? My man has some crazy ass ideas, but they fucking work.

I love him, my Paul.