Happy St. Patrick's Day! We have a change of POV in this chapter, and in the next one, and I hope you enjoy it! See you at Easter!


"Happy St. Patrick's Day," Paul murmured in Bella's ear, pinching her butt and making her squeal, before she glared at him. "You aren't wearing green."

"I'm wearing green, but not one I can show here," Bella replied and Paul had to stop himself before his jaw hit the floor.

He and Bella were spending the day at a bar in Forks, enjoying their child-free time. Charlie was taking care of the girls—and Paul swore he saw emerald green tutus and green lime feather boas when he took a look at Bella's living room—and since Charlie agreed to watch them for a sleepover, Paul was thinking of having a sleepover with Bella.

"I hope you mean for me to take a peek after we get to my house," Paul said, grabbing her waist and bringing her closer to his stool. "I would love to have you in my bed when I wake up."

"If you continue to play your cards right tonight, I think we can think about it." Bella was looking at him with hooded eyes and he almost wanted to tell them to get out of the bar and just go to his place.

But Paul knew he couldn't. Bella was looking for this night out for some time, and he would never deny anything to her. He wanted to make sure she would have everything her heart desired.

"Thanks for bringing me here tonight," Bella said, looking at him with those amazing hazel eyes of hers. "I know you didn't like getting around all these people, but you still came here for me. You're an amazing person, Paul."

Paul felt himself blushing, something that only Bella managed to make him do. Without thinking, Paul dropped his head and kissed Bella lightly on the lips, well…he thought it was going to be a sweet kiss, but as always, Bella surprised him in a good way.

She grabbed his shirt and brought his mouth forcefully to her, making him groan into her mouth, and pray to every entity listening that his dick didn't decide to make a standing statement right now.

"What do you say we stay here for another hour—I'm still waiting on that green beer—and then we have our own private St. Patrick's celebration?" Bella asked almost without breath, smiling at him and Paul knew he was a goner.

"I think this is the best idea I heard today," Paul replied, kissing her again, faster this time. "I can't wait to see the green you're wearing."

Bella bit her lip and Paul inwardly groaned; she was going to be the death of him, he was certain of this.

"Well…since my beer seems to be taking forever to reach me, I think I'll go to the bathroom." Bella looked at him, and Paul knew what she was going to say, before she even said. "Want to accompany me?"

Paul groaned and passed a hand over his face, before grabbing Bella's hand and dragging her towards the exit of the bar.

"Paul…?" Bella asked, seeming a little worried.

"I can make you a green beer at my house. I don't think I can wait until later to see your green lingerie," Paul growled and Bella blushed, and he thought it was adorable. "Let's go home and have our own celebrations."

It was with a purposeful step that Paul walked towards the exit and his car. He knew Bella wasn't going to complain, and he couldn't wait until they were alone. It was time to pinch Bella butt for real this time.