Happy saturday my friends! Sorry for the wait! i just back from vacation. i will post another chapter today! love you all !-Stay strong in the lord! XOXO
If Tanya could she'd bite her nails in nervousness. She didn't like this man, but she needed to stand firm and pretend that she did. She had seduced him already, had a good romp in the bedroom but he wasn't changing his mind. He already had Irina in his grip. She wanted revenge. Tanya could only do so much.
"So, what's our plan?" she asked him as her coven ran behind them.
He turned and smiled at her.
"Simple. We ambush them. You are going to distract the wolves and im going in to get my prize but for now, we wait. We're gonna let them sweat a little, let them think I forgot or just won't show up. I can be a patient man."
Tanya laughed nervously. She wanted to kill this man and get him out of their lives; however, her coven had voted. They wanted to take revenge for Laurent's death. The only two people who disagreed were her and Eleazar.
"We will stop here for today. We can hunt and then wait about two weeks." Victor announced.
"Two weeks!" Irina hissed.
Victor smiled at Irina and sauntered over to her.
"Patience beautiful." He purred "Good things come to those who wait darling. Now come with me, don't you miss the taste of human blood?"
Irinia moaned.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"Then come with me." he purred.
"OK…" Irina agreed. Her eyes looked glazed over. Tanya hissed. He was charming her sister!
He turned to her, his red eyes deep and angry.
"Don't you dare try anything? We are going to hunt. Starve if you want to."
He and her sister then disappeared.
"Im going with them Tanya. Gonna keep my eye on that handsome hunk."
"Don't fall for it, Kate."
Kate shrugged.
"Got nothing else to lose sis."
And then she was gone.
Tanya roared and ran away. She needed some space. This was insane. She told her sister not to get involved with Laurent. He was bad news! But no, Irina was thinking with her hormones!
She threw a nearby tree as she tried to think of any way to get out of this.
"Looks like you in a pickle gyal." A voice with a heavy Jamaican accent said.
Tanya looked up to see a man sitting in a tree a phone in his hand. He had dark skin, green eyes, and sandy red dreadlocks.
He looked similar to Laurent except for the color of his eyes and the color of his dreads.
"You! You're a spy for Victor aren't you!" she hissed as she launched toward him.
The man dived away from her, his speed making him look like he was dancing. Without realizing it, he grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms together.
"Now don't you move Gyal? I believe you and I share a common enemy." He explained.
Tanya relaxed.
"How so?" she inquired.
The man snorted.
"Don't tell me the invisible man hasn't been pissing you off."
"He has. He somehow glamoured my sisters into doing what he wanted." She explained.
"That's because he's your counterpart." He told her as he let her go.
"My what?"
"You're a succubus. He's an incubus."
"Well then… if you know so much…" Tanya began as she began to lay on the charm.
However, this stranger just looked at her and shook his head. He was speaking in an unknown language.
"Don't try that demonic stuff on me. won't work. Im covered by the blood."
"What?" she questioned, completely flabbergasted by the fact that he wasn't moved by her charm and beauty.
"Nothing. Now, your enemy is my enemy. I have a way to help. Tell me what you know so far."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"You can't. but you don't have a choice." He smiled darkly.
…
Paul hummed in satisfaction as he sat at the fuller's kitchen table. His brother's report gave him great satisfaction. He found the Denali coven head and she was going to be their spy.
"You're telling me you want our brats? What are they to you?" Rodney asked as he lit another cigarette.
Paige leaned against the counter as she observed them.
"You don't want them. You are struggling financially and you missing out on your dreams. You sign both children over to me, and you can go about your lives. You can move on knowing you gave them to somebody who cares."
"What makes you so qualified?" Paige interjected.
Paul turned her, for once taking off his shades in front of a non-family member.
She gasped at his eyes.
"Mrs. Fuller," he said softly. "You got pregnant young. Had a child you had no idea how to raise or what to do with. You had plans for your life and living here was not one of them."
He then turned to Rodney.
"And you Mr. Fuller. Wanted to be a football player and travel the world. But then you got your girlfriend pregnant, and your parents made you marry her. You both can't stand each other but you don't have enough money for a divorce and your families would blow a gasket, especially with your uncle on the council."
Rodney looked at him in surprise.
"Well, if all that's true what makes you think that we will just hand our children over to you? What do we get out of it?" Rodney asked as he took another puff.
"Your freedom," Paul said simply.
Rodney rolled his eyes.
"What else?"
"Don't blackmail me, Mr. Fuller. You should be glad im not taking you to court in a battle you will surely lose." Paul growled.
Rodney sighed.
"Yeah, you could have been a jerk about it… What Cha think Paige?"
"…am I a bad mother for being glad you want to take them?" she asked with tears in her eyes.
"No." Paul said, "If anything you are showing them that you care by giving them to someone who will take care of them."
The fullers looked at each other and then back at Paul.
"Fine. Just brat number one or both?" Rodney asked.
"Both."
"Are you married?" Paige asked.
"Yes. but we can't have kids."
"Who cares? You got the paperwork?" Rodney asked.
Paul silently pulled an official-looking document.
"Hang on." He told them.
He then walked to their front door and let someone in.
A woman in a business suit appeared.
"Mr. and Mrs. Fuller. My name is Adeline Ferguson. Im a legal notary and witness to this. As of right now, you are both agreeing to terminate your parental rights, is that correct?"
"Yes." the fullers said in unison.
"Good. Sign here." She told them.
Next, she pulled out another document.
"Now here is a document that states Mr. lahote Ferguson and his wife are the legal parents of your two children."
Both parents signed.
"Alright, that's all. You are free to live your life. I am going to need access to both your children's medical history the numbers of their doctors and the formula you have been giving the infant. Plus, their social security cards and birth certificates"
As they finished the small details, Paul walked into the living room to see the crying child. He growled lowly when he saw her.
The poor child was so tiny and skinny. He saw red. He wanted to turn around and rip their throats out.
However, he had self-control. The children were now legally his. The fullers would never touch them again.
With giant gentle hands, he picked up the crying infant.
"SSH little one. It's alright." He comforted her.
Immediately the little girl stilled in his arms. laying her head on his chest.
Without looking back, Paul took her away. She would never want anything, and neither would her brother.
….
Bella gave her friends hugs as they promised to get together again soon. She and her family would be attending church on Sunday.
Then she, Sue, and Joy got into the car and headed back to La Push. As Bella was getting over into another lane, two sleek black cars pulled up boxing her in.
"Um, Bella? What's going on?" Joy asked.
"Don't worry ma, those are my bodyguards. They are just making sure we get home safely. Well, be home soon.
A few hours later, Bella dropped off Joy and pulled into the driveway. When she walked into her living room, she expected it to be empty as everyone told her they would be out. Her father would be with Big Quil, and her in-laws were out patrolling.
However, what she found in her living room was unexpected.
Laying on the floor on a pink blanket was her husband. On his stomach was an infant girl and curled into her husband's side was Brady. He was fast asleep.
Paul smiled gently at her arrival.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"We have a family." He told her a matter of fact.
"But... how… Paul you know I can't give you what you desire most. What you deserve and I want to adopt but- "
Paul cut her off with a wave for her to come sit down. She sat down next to him with tears in her eyes.
He handed her the giggling infant while looking at her seriously a sense of mild hurt and vulnerability in his eyes.
"Have I ever given you the impression that you don't make me happy? That children were the only thing I wanted from you?"
Bella shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"No, but I wanted to give it to you! Children with violet eyes and black hair! A little girl with my hair and your eyes. I just wanted to give you a family. It angers me to give you a baby but I can't... if the pack ever found out they would rub it in my face. If Rachel Black ever found out she would do everything in her power to break us up and try to get you in bed. I hate this, Paul. I hate this so much! I see parents who don't deserve kids. Friends who slept around and got knocked up! And yet I did the responsible thing by giving myself to you and we are suffering!"
Paul cupped her face and to her surprise, she saw tears in his eyes as well.
"Izzy…. Do you think I'm that shallow? That your worth to me is you giving me a baby? With or without kids we, you and I are a family. Rachel Black has no power over me nor does the council. They cannot force me to do anything I don't want to do. I value you with or without kids. You are my life. The only reason I haven't confronted Rachel is because she's the last thing we need right now. I figure I just show you off and she would get the message. Kitten marrying you was the best thing I ever did. I live for you, Izzy. I knew you wanted kids eventually and I got them. I've been watching Brady for years. I thought it would get better but it only got worse. His sister was born a few months ago and I knew it was time. They are ours. But you have to stop beating yourself up for what happened to you. It wasn't your fault. You have a beautiful family and people who love you."
Bella looked down at the beautiful girl in her arms and the child now lying in Paul's lap. Still asleep.
"You… you don't resent me?" she asked insecurely.
"Never kitten."
"Sometimes when I wake up, I fear im back with the Volturi... or trapped with the Cullen and I'll never see you again."
"You don't ever have to worry about that. We're going to meet with the pack tomorrow. We have to debrief them. "
"Are you sure? Won't they be disagreeable?"
Paul shrugged as he picked Brady up and motioned for Bella to follow.
"They know to either get on board or get out of the way. Im only inviting them out of courtesy."
It was then Paul opened up a bedroom three rooms away from theirs.
The room was spaced-themed.
Bella pulled the covers away while Paul laid Brady in bed.
Seeing he was comfortable, they backed out of the room to let him sleep.
They then opened a nursery across from Brady's room. It was yellow and pink, and fully decorated.
Bella placed the baby in the crib and simply watched her until she fell asleep. She brushed the infant's curls before she stepped out of the room.
"Our pups need you."
Paul's eyes were yellow. This was wolf speaking.
"I know, I'll take care of our pups with my life. Can I ask how old Brady is?"
"9," Wolf growled angrily.
Bella gasped. Brady was 9 and he was phasing! Her heart ached at the confusion and fear he must feel. She would be sure to cook him a big breakfast Tomorrow morning.
"I bought him some clothes today. I wish I had known about our daughter. I would have bought her clothes. What's her name?"
"Lila lahote Ferguson, "Paul said proudly, his eyes back to their violet color.
"It's pretty. Lila and Brady lahote Ferguson. Our pups."
"Our pups," Paul confirmed as he pulled her into the bedroom.
"Paauul…." She said softly "We should be focusing on the battle."
Her husband hummed into her shoulder.
"That is true but that's what my siblings are for. They are out watching the enemy now. Julian is working with our spy. You just relax and let me take care of you."
"Your always taking care of me" she sighed as her body relaxed.
"It's my Job kitten. I am a man after all..."
Bella's eyes rolled in the back of her head.
…..
Jessica smiled fondly as she thought about her longtime friend.
It had been a while since they had seen Bella. So, to run into her today, made her feel good. All three of them were doing good for themselves.
As she prepared dinner, she reached into one of her drawers for a knife. When she grabbed it something in the corner caught her eye.
It was an old magazine of GQ. She had only kept it for the hot guys. But it was the name of the man in the magazine that had her squealing.
"No freaking way!" she shouted.
She was quick to dial Angela.
"Angie! Remember when Bella told us her full name? I just found her husband on GQ magazine!"
As Jessica looked at it. she couldn't help but drool a little.
In bold letters, it read:
GQ'S HOTTEST NEW FASHION DESIGNER PAUL LAHOTE FERGUSON AND CO. HIS FASHION SECRETS ON PAGE 9