We're in this together
by Hanikka
Summary:
This story continues six months after where 'You're It for me' ended. The story focuses on Bella and Paul, but it sheds a bit more light on the lives of the other members of the La Push pack. La Push is free from leeches, hopefully for good, but are Bella and Paul free to live their life as they choose? If you haven't read the prequel, read it first, or don't, it's up to you, but some things make more sense in this one if you do.
Rating M mostly for lemons and some f-words.
Disclaimer:
Not claiming to own a thing. All publicly recognizable characters and situations are the property of Stephanie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. Just playing with words and having fun.
Chapter 1
Being balls deep in his wife's tight hot body, fucking her senseless while holding his arms protectively over her swollen body; carrying not only one but two of his babies was a mind blow. It was such an erotic, meaningful, soul-expanding experience, not to mention hot as fuck that Paul Lahote wanted to howl like the animal he was. It didn't hurt that if he'd been able to tear his eyes off his wife's body, he would be able to see the lights of Manhattan spreading under his eyes. But he wasn't.
"Ah... Paul..."
His wife's hot breath was fanning his neck. Her hands pulled his hair back of his neck while she pressed her shoulders against his chest. Her back was arched, pushing her breasts forward, as was her gorgeous middle section. Her tight pussy was clenching around him, milking him, squeezing so fucking tight he saw stars.
Paul could stay like this forever; It was heaven, home.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," he said and took her another hand from his neck and placed it where their bodies were joined, his slick cock sliding in and out. "Can you feel us?"
"Uh Paul... please, fuck me … fuck me hard," Bella moaned.
Not needing to be asked twice, Paul pushed her gently to all fours, and grabbing her hips, he started to slam relentlessly into her welcoming core. Bella was pulsing, sucking him deeper, and it was all too fast, but he could not hold longer, and he exploded. His back arched as he shot his cum deep inside his wife's hot body.
"Jesus fuck, baby... you're killing me," he panted, breathing heavily as he collapsed on the bed, taking Bella with him carefully not to squeeze her body.
"Mmm," Bella mumbled.
Catching their breaths, they lay on the bed.
Paul felt one of his babies kicking his hand resting over Bella's baby bump.
"Oh, we didn't lull them into sleep this time," Paul chuckled, pulling himself up to lean against his elbow and kissing Bella's cheek.
"Too loud for sleeping," Bella giggled.
Bella took his hand and placed it on another side of her belly where Bubba two was rolling around. It always amazed him to feel his babies move inside his wife. To be able to watch her change while growing them. It was such a joy and source of happiness; there were days he didn't know what to do with himself, what to do with all the love he felt. He was the luckiest fucker on this planet.
"They got a bit excited," Bella said and turned around to face him. "You sure got me excited," she said, kissing her mark on his chest. "How is it that you always make me feel so good? Better every time."
"Is because I love you more every time," Paul said, brushing a string of her hair behind her ear.
"Aww... You're such a softy these days. Where's my big bad wolf?" Bella smiled mischievously.
"I'll show you some wolf." He moved his hands to her sides and started to tickle her.
"Oh, don't. I'm going to wet myself," Bella shrieked.
He didn't stop.
"No, Paul, please... I need to pee," Bella laughed, trying to push his hands away. Knowing she most likely would pee, he let her go.
Bella rose from the bed and vanished into the bathroom. Paul glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it showed 7.25. He hoped Bella would come back to bed surely, she didn't have to leave before nine. Paul was due to work at 10 am. He was working at the close by Indian restaurant learning the secrets of different curries. Paul had been thinking about opening a restaurant in the Res. While Bella was practicing with Patrick and a group of students at Juilliard, he worked in different restaurants to gain some experience and ideas about what kind of restaurant he would like to own. They've been in and out of NY for five months now but would return to La Push for a more extended stay after Bella's concert this coming Saturday.
Paul heard Bella flushing the toilet and moving to wash her hands. They were staying at the family apartment in Manhattan. It used to belong to Bella's grandparents, who had had shit loads of money, and now it was owned by the rest of the inner Swan family: Patrick, Bella, her mother, and eventually his little brother.
They were lucky that Patrick had some lady friend he was staying with, some former colleague from his days in Juilliard; otherwise, they would have to share the place with him. Not that there wasn't enough space for three people, but Paul loved the privacy. They needed their own space.
Bella came back to bed to Paul's great satisfaction and curled closely against him.
"Should we try to sleep a bit more?" Bella asked, yawning.
It sounded like a good plan. But it seemed that both were too wired up to fall back to sleep.
"Are you nervous about the concert?" Paul asked, nuzzling Bella's neck. His body was already getting ready to take his wife again.
"Yes and no. We've worked hard, Patrick says we are ready, as does the Dean, the students are eager, and they've been amazing. I know we'll play well. I'm not nervous about that. But I'm just nervous about what people think about my piece."
"They will love it," Paul said, kissing his mark on her shoulder, making her moan involuntarily. It made him harder still.
"You are biased," Bella said and pushed him on his back, straddling him and kissing his neck while her fingers traced her mark over his heart. It made his hard shaft twitch. "If I remember right, I did this to you," Bella sank onto his cock, "when you heard it for the first time."
"Ah...That you did," Paul arched his back to meet her rocking motion.
Bella moved slowly on top of him. She leaned down to kiss him when her phone started to ring.
"Shit," Bella sighed. "I have to answer that. Patrick confirms the time I need to be at Juilliard this morning."
"Please, baby, let's finish this first," Paul panted. He didn't want her to move off him; she felt so fucking good. He thought about playing dirty and using his mark on her shoulder; if he kissed it or licked it, Bella would be totally unarmed and unable to stop. But it wasn't worthy of her wrath afterward. She was pretty nervous and antsy even though she said otherwise and would give him an earful if he'd played his trick on her.
Bella pulled off him, and he groaned, feeling the loss. "We'll finish this later," she said, kissing him quickly. Paul enjoyed the view of his wife as she walked to the table and picked up her phone before vanishing into the bathroom.
Paul laid back and swung his arm over his eyes. He was tired; not phasing was starting to get to him. Four more days, and they would go back to La Push. His feelings were mixed since Paul enjoyed the buzz of the city, but his wolf needed to be in La Push or somewhere where it could phase.
But no time to think about wolf now. His day ahead was busy; he was in the lunch shift, which was the busiest shift at Angaar. He should also check with Sam that all was good in La Push.
He got up from the bed, and after stretching, he pulled his shorts on and went to get his phone from the living room. His phone was lying on the table over a flyer that said: Swan's Concerto for Violin and Orchestra. World premiere at the Juilliard's Start of a New Year concert.
He grimaced at the Swan. It had been their first proper fight when Bella had told him that she would keep her last name when they got married. He was an old-fashioned bastard who thought that a family should have only one name, and, in the end, Bella had agreed to add his name to her own. Officially she was Isabella Swan-Lahote, but when she was introduced to the music world, she was, her artist-name if you will, a Swan. And it pissed him off a bit. He didn't admit it, though, but he wanted the whole world to know she was a Lahote, that she was his. And if her music was going to take her around the world, as Patrick had predicted it would, Paul wanted her to carry his name wherever she went.
"What's up, chief?" Sam answered the phone, knowing that it pissed Paul off when he called him chief.
"Just checking that all is good there," Paul grunted as he went to the kitchen to start with the breakfast.
"All good, the same; not a fucking leech anywhere. That shit, whatever it is, really works."
Ever since Paul had marked Bella and vice versa, and Kal-lape had done his ritual, no bloodsuckers had come to the Res or anywhere to the northwest coast. They've been checking the more extensive area just to humor themselves, and it was fucking amazing: no dead corpses running around. Not even when he and Bella were away in New York, Paul always went with Bella since he could not let her go so far away from him. The mere idea made him sick.
Bella being pregnant had put his protective side on overdrive which he was unable and unwilling to tune down. His primary job was to keep his wife and babies safe. And it had turned out an easy thing since the Res didn't need him as much as he'd initially been afraid they would.
It was a good thing that Bella's pregnancy had been very easygoing, even if she was carrying twins. Sue had guessed it was because of the magic going around the whole thing; it was a fucking miracle she was pregnant in the first place.
Kal-lape had vanished from the face of the earth, but before doing that, he had brought his written knowledge to the Res and left it at his house with a note "Use it wisely. Live well." Everyone in the pack was reading the stuff Kal-lape had left them. As Kal-lape had said, it was important for the shapeshifters to know their heritage. They all read the documents and journals in the archives as well, including the missing diary. Harry had made Old Quil responsible for teaching the language to those who weren't fluent yet, but Harry was there to keep an eye on things since that old fucker was not to be trusted.
"Jared and Kim are still mainly arguing. I'm starting to think that their imprint is false. Jared is messed up."
Paul groaned inwardly. He did not have patience for that shit, but since Jared was part of his pack and his friend – they've been able to mend their friendship – and his suffering affected them all, he had to take it seriously. Things were fucked up: Kim was still very much in love with Jared, but after Jared had come out of the funk created by Old fucking Quil and Billy the fucker Black, he noticed he wasn't in love with Kim. And it had been a fucking disaster, to put it lightly. And to make things worse, Jared had met someone he tried very hard not to fall in love with. The guilt he was feeling was making them all crazy.
"What the fuck are we going to do with them?" Sam asked.
"Fuck if I knew. Maybe it would be good for them both if Kim left for college or something. Didn't she used to have dreams about becoming a doctor?"
"I guess. You need to talk some sense to that woman."
"Like it will do any good. Kim is miserable and wants to make everybody else miserable too."
And the truth was that Kim hated him and Bella. The purification ritual Kal-lape had done had helped with many things in the pack, but it had made Kim angry and resentful. She was jealous of the life Bella and imprints had with their mates. Paul couldn't stand the bitch, an imprint or not, and as the feeling was mutual, nothing good would come out of him trying to talk to her. They must think of something else. Luckily Bella didn't have time to pay any interest in the dealings of the pack. And Paul wanted to keep it that way.
Later that day, Paul and Bella were set to meet at their favorite café on W 57th and 8th. Paul had quickly popped home after his shift to have a shower before going to find his wife. Their favorite café was just two blocks away from their place and three from the Juilliard, and it was always full of people. It was already dark, and Paul stopped in front of the big window to look inside the café. He saw Bella sitting on the corner table reading and drinking presumably tea, chamomile tea. It had become her favorite hot drink after getting pregnant.
As usual, she wasn't paying any attention around her, but she was, as often was the case, a center of male attention. There was not a single male who wasn't eye fucking her, and although it irritated him to no end, he could not feel the utter pride over the fact that this gorgeous woman was his. Sometimes he hoped that her shield would make her invisible to everyone around her so that only he could see her, but then he enjoyed making other males jealous.
He went inside. The doorbell chimed, but Bella didn't notice him. She was wearing a warm white turtleneck sweater; she was feeling the cold of January. Bella had pulled her sleeves over her hands, so just the tips of her middle fingers showed as she held a warm tea mug between her hands. Paul could just stare at her as she took a bite from the giant cookie she had on the plate in front of her, the tip of her tongue fishing tiny cookie crumbles from the corner of her mouth. She did not once take her eyes off the book she was reading, and, judging by the chuckling, found it amusing.
He saw one man sitting two tables away, adjusting himself as he got up, intending to go to talk to Bella. Paul was ready to let the fucker know not to bother when someone touched his arm. The hand touching his arm belonged to a blond woman batting her heavily mascaraed eyelashes. "Do I know you somewhere?" she asked, licking her lips.
"Hardly," Paul said and stepped away from her.
"What is that you are reading?" the fucker asked Bella after nervously clearing his throat. Bella didn't notice him but continued to read.
Paul chuckled, almost feeling sorry for the poor bastard. Just then, Bella looked up from the book and straight at him. The smile that spread across her face was blinding, and the guy standing by the table looking fucking stupid glanced at Paul and then turned and walked away.
"Hi," she said softly and stretched her hand to him, which he eagerly took. Kissing her fingers, he sat next to her. He leaned down and kissed the bump. Bella skimmed her other hand through his hair, and he moaned silently.
"What is that book?" he asked.
"Oh, this," Bella showed him the cover that said: Motherhood comes naturally (And other vicious lies). "Myla gave it to me today and said it's a must-read. I've laughed out loud a few times. People here must think I'm bat crazy."
"Like it matters. You were in your bubble again."
"I was?"
"Yeah, one guy was talking to you just when I arrived, and you didn't even notice him."
"Well, that was just rude of me."
"Nah. It was just you. And I love it when you don't have eyes for anybody else than your smoking hot husband."
"Ever so modest husband, you mean," Bella giggled, shaking her head. "Do you want to have light dinner here?"
"Yeah. I'll order us some toasts and salads. I'll have my extra portion of protein back at home."
"How are you holding up?" Bella asked, brushing her thumb over the dark circles under his eyes. Paul knew he looked a bit haggard, and he was getting more and more restless, his body was telling him to phase, but he could hold it for a few more days.
"I'm okay. But we need to leave on Sunday at the latest."
"And we will."
Two weeks was the most he could be without phasing. And they were stretching it a bit because of Bella's concert.
"And we'll stay home longer this time, okay. I don't know what happens after the concert, but I'm not going to leave for any tours before the babies are born and after..." Bella said, fiddling with his fingers, "I don't know what happens after..."
Paul took her hand in his pausing her fiddling.
"Baby, don't worry. We'll think about it when the time comes, okay? I'm all happy to travel with you, and if the babies are good at traveling, we all come. I just need to be somewhere I can phase. It's not possible here. I would love nothing more than staying here longer, but the fucking wolf needs to be back in La Push."
Bella sighed and nodded.
"Mum called today."
"Yeah? Is she done with all that damn drama?"
"Not entirely. Renée will never let me live it down that she didn't have the chance to be the bride's mother in a big white wedding," Bella sighed. "She called to tell me she and Ben are coming Friday night. We have the place to ourselves for two more nights."
Paul, Patrick, Renée, and Ben were all sitting together on the front row, watching as Bella slowly ended her playing. Her eyes were closed, and on her face, she had a brilliant smile telling how pleased she was with their performance. Paul didn't understand much about the science behind the music, but he had liked what he'd heard, and watching Bella had been mesmerizing. The way her emerald-green dress had flowed around her when she'd been swaying to each note she played. Her brown waves fell over her bare shoulders down to her back, and her swollen beautiful baby bump was clearly on the show.
The audience erupted, and people got up to applaud the musicians. Yes, Bella's piece would be a massive success if this audience was to be trusted.
Then, out of fucking nowhere, came the sickening smell of a leech, and to make things worse, it wasn't anyone's he knew; none of the Cullens. But it was no fucking way a coincidence that there was a bloodsucker here. What the fuck should he do?! He fought the urge to phase; he could not let Bella out of sight, so he tried to look around. The concert hall was huge full of people, thousands of people. But who the fuck it was; it couldn't be too far away. This was a fucking nightmare; he felt it deep in his bones that his wife and babies were in danger.
AN:
So, it's a sequel, after all. I wasn't ready to leave these two just yet, and I just couldn't stop the plot from forming in my head so that you would get a story around 10 to 15 chapters long. Or shorter or longer, we'll see ;) Smutty start; sorry if it took you off guard.
I've been a bit distracted lately by an amazing movie called August Rush (2007). I watched it on my flight to London after Easter and when we flew back home. The film stole my heart (as did Jonathan Rhys Meyers ;)) and it has been a bit difficult to bounce back to Twilight. I haven't watched movies lately, but I was intrigued by this movie because it was about music, and since I don't know anything about music, I thought it might help me write more about music in this fic since it is what Bella does. But watching that movie took me to entirely another universe. If you don't know the film, August Rush, try to look it if it's streaming somewhere, and if after watching it you feel like wanting more, read iamsheena's fic called Much More Than Life. It is the first fanfiction I've read that isn't Twilight-related. So good, but being an almost non-existent fandom, it hasn't got as much recognition as it should.
But anyway, welcome to part Two of Bella and Paul. You're my world –series (hah haa, just made that up; there is no such thing) ;). Let me know what you think.