A/N: Ha ha ha... bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

It might've taken me a hundred of years, but I WILL finish this story, and I have chapter 42 already halfway written. Completely forgot how to post on here for a sec. But anyways, I have missed everyone and am so thankful to everyone who has enjoyed this story and supported me even though I completely disappeared off the face of the planet (that's a story for another time). I hope you enjoy!

M Rated.


Paul.

Her fingers trail over the bridge of my nose, then across my cheek and down my jaw. Soft, satin fingertips. I can feel her eyes on me, and as badly as I want to open mine and drown in the depths of hers, I keep them shut. I just want to feel this.

Those fingertips dance their way to the base of my throat. On their way back up, they pause and tap to the beat of my pulse above the artery in my neck. Then, they softly brush against my lips.

I kiss them playfully and she giggles quietly before placing her palm against my cheek.

It hasn't been easy. Nothing about the situation has been easy. The last three – very long – months have been a process.

It took weeks before I could let her out of my sight. My wolf was in a near constant state of paranoia, and I could barely stand to let her have a second of privacy. I knew I was being overbearing, and I knew I was crowding her, but the need to have eyes on her and know that she was okay consumed me entirely. But she never said a word, and she allowed me to follow her around like a lovesick puppy until one day my wolf finally settled in my chest.

I could breathe normally again. She was okay, is okay, and she's safe.

Her mouth hovers above mine, sweet breath ghosting over my lips, and she slowly moves on top of me, straddling my hips. My hands grip her silky thighs and I finally let my eyes open to take in the sight of her.

She's stunning, wearing nothing but one of my shirts, her warmth pressed tightly against my stomach.

My eyes lower to her belly. You'd never know she's pregnant if you didn't know she's pregnant – her belly nothing but a small swell under the material of my shirt.

We've seen Sue countless times over the last three months for ultrasounds, just for reassurance that everything's okay. And it is. Better than okay, actually. The baby is growing just as he or she should be, and Indie's meeting milestones just as she should be, and the both of them are safe and healthy and mine.

The dull, early morning light filters in through the hotel curtains, and she looks like a goddess as she smiles softly down at me.

Now that we've made it far enough in her pregnancy that the risk for miscarriage has reduced drastically, Indie's insatiable.

I can't complain – never would – and I watch with a lazy smirk as she leans forward and braces herself against my chest, angling her hips until she can shift back and slowly sink onto me.

She's soaked already, and I can't stop the groan that rumbles in my throat.

We spend most mornings this way – her body moving sensually above mine as she rocks her hips with leisure movements, head thrown back. Mornings are for her, and nights are for me. An unspoken routine we developed to try and satiate the constant need for one another. Some kind of balance.

"I love you," she pants quietly, hair cascading over her shoulders.

I reach up and card a hand through it, drawing her down for a taste of her soft lips. "I love you more," I whisper into her mouth, breath hot as my jaw slackens with pleasure.

She moans and sits up again, leaning back just enough so my hand can dip between our bodies, thumb pressing against her clit. The sound she makes is nothing short of heavenly.

God, I fucking love her. She's intoxicating.

Her hips roll against mine, nudging my cock deeper inside her, and she inhales sharply, eyes slipping shut and mouth falling open. It won't take long – not with how worked up she is. I can feel the tension in her body, taut like a bow string, ready to snap at any moment.

"C'mon, baby," I breath out, thumb of one hand rubbing circles into her clit and fingers of the other gripping the soft flesh of her thigh.

Her nails are digging into my chest and the sting of it makes me even harder. I lift my hips with each roll of hers, pushing my head back into the pillow with a groan, and one of her hands trails up my throat to grab my jaw and tilt it down so our mouths can meet. I pull my hand from between us and her thighs shift further apart, her body sinking down until her clit rubs against me as she moves.

"Paul," she whispers, teeth catching and dragging against my bottom lip.

I cradle the back of her head in my hands. "Tell me," I whisper back. She bites my bottom lip again and I groan, my hips snapping up against hers.

"You feel so good."

My tongue pushes between her lips and she moans into my mouth, the rolling of her hips starting to speed up. The blood rushes through my ears and for a second I'm worried I'll come before she does at this rate, but then she seats herself low and leans her entire body flush against mine with a shudder as she tightens around me. I wrap my arms around her and keep her pulled against me while slowly lifting my hips to thrust up into her. She keeps moaning and worries my lip between her teeth again and I'm a goner, reaching down to squeeze her ass as I come and empty every last drop deep inside her.

We make out for a few minutes, my cock still buried inside her, before parting so she can sit up in my lap. For a second, I think she's ready to go again, but then she leans to the side and pulls her leg over my hips, and I slip from the warmth of her body, groaning at the loss.

She climbs off the bed and my shirt glides down to her thighs while her hands work quickly to gather her hair and tie it up on the top of her head. "Your flight leaves soon," she says, offering me a small smile.

I huff and throw an arm over my eyes. "I wanna stay inside you." My voice feels like gravel in my throat, still thick with sleep.

The bed shifts as she leans over and presses her lips against mine. "Tonight, when you get back."

When I get back.

From New York.

From the house Indie and Josie escaped from.

Swallowing, I push myself up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Indie trails off quietly to the bathroom and I roughly run my hands through my hair before checking the time on my phone.

6:43 AM.

Embry and I are flying out with Carlisle in less than two hours.

We stayed at a hotel near the airport in Seattle last night to limit the amount time we'll have to be away from our girls for. The thought of leaving Indie on the other side of the country makes my stomach sick, but spending a day apart in order to spend a lifetime of marriage together seems like a pretty small price to pay. We need her ID and Social to get a marriage license, and there's nothing I want more than to start over the Lahote family name with her. I promised I was going to make her Indiana Lahote, and I plan to make good on that promise before the birth of our baby.

She and Josie will be safe at the hotel with Alice and Jasper there. Beefing with the Cullen's just felt so insignificant after everything they did to help us. They're still not allowed on the reservation, and I still hate what they are, but they've almost become… friends.

I'll die before I admit it out loud, though.

Sam thankfully agreed to let Embry and I do this alone after Carlisle scouted the place out a few days ago and confirmed it's empty. There's no threat, so there's no reason for a huge group of us to go. It wouldn't make sense. And for Embry and I – this is personal.

Indie didn't want to come, and I'm glad, because I didn't want her to either. The last thing I ever want to do is make her have to relive any fucking part of that time in her life. It's already bad enough that she has to think about the fact that we're even going.

I join her in the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth. She's better than me and always takes a full two minutes to brush, so I take the free opportunity when I'm done to move behind her and slide my arms around her waist, settling my hands over her stomach.

We're still a while out from being able to feel the baby move, but it doesn't stop me from touching her belly any chance I get.

Toothpaste foam at the corners of her mouth, she smiles at me around her toothbrush and leans back against my chest. I press a kiss into the side of her head and then go back into the room to put some clothes on before the walking statues get here.

Embry and Josie knock at the door just as Indie's pulling on a pair of jeans, and I wait for her to get them buttoned and zipped up before I let them in.

Josie immediately walks over and plops herself down onto the bed. "It's too early. Let's go back to sleep," she groans. "Ugh, it smells like sex in here."

I roll my eyes at her and Indie fights back a smile. "No one said we had to meet here," I say.

"Alice did," Josie mumbles.

As if on cue, there's another knock at the door, and I can smell the three of them before I even open it.

"Good morning," Alice sings, skipping inside immediately after I open the door. Jasper follows her in and Carlisle waits out in the hallway, checking his watch.

"It's too early," Josie complains again, this time to Alice.

"Nonsense," Alice replies. "We've got things to do and a baby to shop for!"

I keep quiet about the insane amount of baby products Alice has already purchased for our baby and for Jared and Kim's. There's no arguing with that one and everyone knows it. Alice loves to shop.

"We should get to the airport," Carlisle says, sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks. He's always in casual business attire. I swear I've never once seen the guy wear jeans, and no way in hell could I imagine him ever wearing shorts.

Indie crosses the room to me, and I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her close, one hand moving up to cup the back of her neck where I gently squeeze. "We'll be in and out and I'll be back with you as soon as I can be," I tell her quietly.

She nods against my chest and squeezes her arms around my waist. "I know. Be safe."

"Always. Have fun today."

"We will!" Alice promises. She's far too chipper for this early in the morning. Then again, sometimes I forget they don't sleep.

I give Indie one last kiss and gently touch her stomach before heading to the airport with Carlisle and Embry.

The five-hour flight is cramped and exhausting despite the First-Class seats Carlisle got us. I tried telling him regular seats were fine, but he still acts like he owes me for Colorado any and every chance he gets. Of course, climbing off the plane with stiff legs and a sore neck, now I'm glad he insisted. Regular seats in the back would've sucked so much more.

New York is fucking huge and insanely distracting. The buildings are massive and there are tons of people on the sidewalks and in the streets – I've never seen so many people in one place before, not even when I lived in Tacoma.

It makes me miss the rez.

The three of us take a taxi across town until the business buildings become a little sparser and the houses are spaced further apart. Malcolm's prison-house sits at the top of a long, sloped road lined with trees and not much else. It's gated, pretentious-looking, and has a fucking courtyard. It's exactly the kind of place you'd expect an arrogant piece of shit like him to own, and it somehow makes me hate him even more.

Carlisle instructs the taxi driver to park in front of the gate, offering to pay him a pretty penny to wait, and steps out of the car with us. "I'll wait for you two out here," he says. "I'm sure you'd like some privacy."

Embry nods, eyes fixed on the house in front of us. "Thanks. We'll hurry," he says in a low voice.

The walkway leading up to the front door is covered in leaves and debris, and there are spiderwebs coating the corners of the small front porch. It's clear no one's been here in a while now. The grass and bushes are overgrown and the fountain in the courtyard is green with algae and full of other shit – sticks and leaves and the occasional stray bird feather.

"This place is creepy," Embry comments as we step onto the porch. He reaches for the door handle, presses the thumb latch down, and pushes against it, letting it swing open in complete silence.

A chill runs down my spine.

I know he's dead, and I know Carlisle came through just a few days ago, but my wolf is on edge knowing the history of this place, and it feels like someone could turn the corner at any minute.

It's cold inside, and eerily quiet. I try the light switch a couple times, but the electricity has been turned off, no doubt after months of the bill not being paid. At least the windows let in some light.

"Smells stale," Embry notes. "Guess his harem hasn't visited."

I take a few steps further inside and turn to take the hall to the right. "Indie said there's a room down here he kept locked. Probably where he put their things."

We try the handle, which is still locked, then shoulder the door open until it breaks at the hinges and we can get inside.

"What the fuck…"

I know leeches don't sleep, but I still sort of expected this room to be a bedroom.

It's not.

It's a fucking shrine.

The entire room is full of glass cases filled with personal items and trinkets. Wallets, jewelry, purses, shoes – everything proudly on display like fucking trophies. Because that's exactly what they are. Trophies he kept from all the girls he kidnapped. It makes my skin prick, and I clench my fists down at my sides.

Embry's head shakes. "This is fucked up," he says, peering inside one of the cases at a single flip flop shoe.

Once again, I wish I had another opportunity to kill that sick fuck.

We start on opposite ends of the room and begin looking through the cases – sifting through documents and photos and opening wallets and purses. Embry finds a small file box of social security cards, and after pulling out Josie and Indie's, there are still seventy-two cards left.

It makes me nauseous.

I keep looking around and eventually come across a binder full of birth certificates tucked away neatly in sheet protectors. There aren't a ton, but I do find Indie's near the middle of the pile and slip it out of the plastic sheet.

My eyes scan over the weathered paper.

Indiana Lavelle

Born this year, October 31st, 3:59 PM, at Lenox Hill Hospital

5 lbs, 11 oz, 17.5 in

Mother: Lilith Marie Lavelle

Father: Gerard Alexandre Lavelle

I swallow. It feels like an invasion of privacy to look this, so I carefully fold the certificate along the original creases and shut the binder again. I know Josie's is on the rez, so I don't bother looking through the rest of them.

"I've got Indie's ID," Embry says from across the room, the sound of his voice fluctuating as it bounces off all the glass cases. He's holding a small grey wallet in one hand and holding up two plastic cards with the other. "Josie's, too."

That's everything we came for, but it feels so wrong leaving everything else here like this. Who knows how many of these girls were reported missing and how many months or years their families have spent searching for them. It's so fucked. But the reality, even though it sucks, is that there's not really anything we can do about it. Most – if not all – of these girls have been changed or killed.

Embry slams one of the cases shut a little too hard and a crack runs up the side of the glass. "Let's just get the fuck out of here."

"I wanna see the basement first," I tell him. I just need to.

Indie said the door to the basement is in the kitchen, so I move through the house until I find it nestled against the back wall of the kitchen between two counters. Embry follows closely behind me as we head down the steps, using the flashlights on our phones to aid our vision. The temperature drops several degrees once we hit the bottom of the stairs, and the air tastes old and sour. Apart from the complete lack of windows, it looks like a generic studio apartment. It could've fooled me if I didn't already know my girl was held captive here for years.

There's a small dance studio off to the side through an archway, a bed against the middle of the back wall with a dresser at the foot, a kitchen area with a metal chair bolted to the floor, and a single door in the whole room that I would assume leads to a bathroom.

It's so quiet the only thing I can hear is the irate pounding of my own heart.

Killing Malcolm one time will never be enough, but I have to allow it to be, or I'll just end up spiraling.

"Fuck," Embry mumbles quietly.

No kidding.

I glance at the bed again and walk over to it, my feet sinking into the plush carpet it rests on. Indie told me once, shortly after she learned about our legends, that her dad used to tell her a scary story in French when she was young and being naughty, about a man-eating wolfdog called the Beast of Gévaudan. For Christmas one year, after months and months of nightmares about the beast, her dad gave her a silver bullet.

"He said that silver bullets were the one sure way to kill wolf-monsters, and that none of them would come near me if I had one."

When I asked her if she still had it, she told me it was still here in the basement, and that she hid it in the mattress to keep Malcolm from taking it from her the way he took everything else.

Sure enough, when I lift the mattress up on its side, I see a small area of frayed fabric around a hole in the bottom of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Embry asks, shining the light from his phone at me.

I slide a finger into the hole and feel around for the metal sphere nestled tightly within the material, then pull the bullet out and hold it up for him to see.

He cocks an eyebrow. "Is that a bullet?"

I nod, carelessly letting the bed fall. "Indie's dad gave it to her."

She didn't ask me to find it for her, but it's the last thing she has from him, and I know it'll mean the world to her to have it again.

And I'd do anything for that girl, because she means the world to me.


The trip home always feels shorter.

It's almost 9:00 PM when we get back to the hotel. Indie's face lights up when we walk in, and I don't think there will ever be a time when that doesn't make my chest feel tight. The three girls are sitting in bed together watching Family Feud on the small, shitty TV while Jasper leans up against the wall with his arms and legs crossed.

"Alice had a vision," Indie says excitedly.

Embry snorts. "And in other news, water is wet."

Josie launches a pillow at him and he laughs.

"Are you sure you don't want me to tell you?" Alice asks, nudging Indie's shoulder before jumping up and taking Jasper's hand.

I raise an eyebrow. "Tell her what?"

Indie sits up on her knees and points at her stomach. "Alice knows the gender, but I told her we didn't want to know."

I wouldn't mind knowing, but Indie doesn't want to. She wants to be surprised when the baby comes, so that's what we've decided to do.

"The point is," she continues, "is that she saw a healthy baby."

"A healthy little niece or nephew for Auntie Josie to spoil and love on," Josie says in a baby voice, tapping the pads of her fingers against Indie's stomach.

Alice smiles with a small tilt of her head and starts dragging Jasper to the door. "Just please don't name your baby Pindie or Indaul," she sighs, and I cock another eyebrow at her. "Bella had this thing for mixing names…"

Josie baby-talks to Indie's stomach some more. "Auntie Josie will never let them give you a stupid name."

Embry, who's had enough, walks over and picks her up, then hauls her over his shoulder. "Alright, come on Auntie Josie, I'm tired." She wraps her arms around his waist, laughing, and thanks Alice for a fun day before they disappear down the hall to their hotel room.

Indie and I say goodbye to Alice and Jasper, and I thank Carlisle one more time for his help before the three of them leave and I lock the door for the night, exhausted. I immediately yank my shirt off and drop it on the desk in front of the window, crossing the room to where Indie is still kneeling on the bed.

I reach into my back pocket and pull out the envelope that contains all her identification, handing it to her as I lay down on my side next to her. "I got them all," I tell her, propping my head up on my wrist. I don't tell her about the bullet – I have another plan for that.

Her longer fingers unfold and open the envelope. "Wow," her voice comes out barely a whisper. "It's been so long since I've seen any of these…"

I don't say anything – just watch her as she looks everything over.

The moment is so intimate – like she's rediscovering missing pieces of herself. I guess in a way she is.

She carefully unfolds her birth certificate and smirks a little. "Isn't it funny they didn't give me a middle name?" she asks.

I shrug the shoulder I'm not leaning on and push myself up into a seated position. "What would you want it to be? If you could choose?"

Pondering, she sets the birth certificate down on the mattress and pulls her legs out from under her, crossing them and undoing the button and zipper of her jeans for comfort. "I'm not sure. I've never thought about it."

"Do you want our baby to have a middle name?"

Her eyes flick in my direction and she smiles softly. "I think so. Do you?"

"I think so."

"A normal one," she adds. "I guess now we know how Edward and Bella's daughter got her… unique name."

Unique.

I fight the urge to snort.

She can tell I'm struggling and presses her lips together to hold back her own giggle. It makes me want to kiss her. Every little fucking thing she does makes me want to kiss her.

So I do.

Leaning over, I slide a hand along her jaw to the back of her neck and draw her mouth to mine. She tastes sweet – like she recently had candy. Her breath is warm and her hands are even warmer as they hang onto my shoulders while I guide her to her back. Her legs uncross and she immediately tangles them with mine as I move to hover above her, careful not to add weight onto her belly.

"I can't wait until you can lay on me again," she breaths hotly, fingers creeping up into my hair to tug. "All the way."

I move my lips to the pulse point below her jaw. "Yeah?" I murmur against her skin.

My hands move for the waistband of her jeans and I sit up to slowly pull them off, kissing the side of her ankle and down the length of her leg until I can press my mouth between her thighs.

Her hips shift up against my mouth and she whines as her fingers return to my hair and she bends her knees, planting her feet into the mattress. I pull her underwear to the side with my thumb and push my tongue into her warmth, dragging it up to slide back and forth over her clit. She whispers my name in a raspy breath and continues yanking on my hair and pushing her hips into my mouth, and all it does is make my dick harder.

My hands roam up her stomach while I taste her and cup over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through the thin shirt and sports bra she's wearing.

"Fuck me," she hisses, voice gravelly and demanding.

I groan into the apex of her thighs. "So impatient."

She pulls on my hair until I move back up her body and she can get her hands on the waistband of my – significantly tented – sweats. She pushes them down just past my ass until she can pull my dick out before tugging me closer to her body.

"Gotta get these off first," I huff a laugh against her neck, tugging at her underwear.

"Just rip them."

A shiver runs down my spine.

The thin material gives way easily between my hands – exposing her heat – and her scent floods the room and my senses. I dip my fingers between her legs and push two of them inside her body. Her soft, warm, silky body.

I groan into her neck, biting softly at her collarbone.

"Paul," she sighs, her hands cupping my elbows and hips lifting into my touch.

"Let me give you one like this." My breath is hot against her neck which is damp with sweat and my saliva.

I curl my fingers inside her and use the heel of my palm to grind into her clit. Her walls are already fluttering around my fingers, and she's so wet I can hear it as I move my fingers inside her. Before she can protest, I move back down between her legs and press my tongue into her clit, and she's gone in a matter of seconds. Walls tight and pulsing around my fingers. Wetness seeping out of her. Fingers tight in my hair. Legs shaking.

My name a hymn on her lips.

When she finally retracts her claws and releases my hair, I move to slot my hips between those smooth, soft legs and push my way into her heat in one single stroke.

We both moan simultaneously.

I don't think I could ever tire of the way it feels being inside her body.

I bury my face in her neck as I draw my hips back and thrust into her again with another groan. Her legs pull up alongside my waist and I run a hand down the length of one, curling my fingers around her heel and urging her to wrap them around me.

She does so, panting my name and gripping my shoulders, hips still moving to meet each of my thrusts.

I fuck her like that for a few minutes before I reluctantly pull out, chuckling at the pout on her face, and pat the side of her hip.

"Roll on your side," I tell her.

She takes the opportunity to pull her shirt over her head, along with her sports bra, and launches them both somewhere in the room before moving onto her side. I half-lay behind her and bite at her neck and shoulder as I slide back inside her, wrapping and arm around her front to palm one of her breasts. Her hips immediately push back against me and I can instantly feel the goosebumps erupt on her body.

I nip at her again. More goosebumps. "That good, huh?"

She nods, moaning weakly, and reaches an arm back to curl around my neck, trying to angle herself so I have better access to the mark nestled in the crook of her shoulder. I smirk against her skin and lave my tongue over it for a moment, gently squeezing her breast, and a shudder wracks through her body.

She's so fucking sexy.

I start moving inside her again, and it doesn't take long.

She dangles right on the edge for a moment, blissfully touched out, before I give her what she wants and sink my teeth into the mark, and I'm rewarded with her gasps of pleasure and the way her wetness completely drenches her thighs. She tightens so impossibly tight around me that I can't help but follow her quickly, pushing in as deep as I can while I fill her.

"Fuck," I hiss, dropping my forehead to her shoulder and canting my hips.

Her body arches against me, stretching like a cat, and her walls flutter around my cock with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Oh god," she breathes.

"I go by 'Paul'," I joke, licking the back of her shoulder before gently drawing my hips back until I slip from her body.

She smacks me playfully and rolls onto her back to look up at me. Her skin is glowing, lips plump and soft, and her hair a complete and utter mess from the way she writhed against the mattress just seconds ago.

If there is a God – he made her so fucking perfect.

"Thank you," she says quietly, reaching up to run her fingers down over my eyelids.

I kiss them when they reach my lips – just as I did this morning – and press my hand against her stomach as I lay down the rest of the way. "For what?"

"Everything. For being mine." She smiles at me and stretches her neck out for a kiss.

She doesn't have to thank me.

I'd do anything for her.

Will do anything for her.

Forever.


A/N: I will say, I missed Indie and Paul quite a bit. I thought it would be hard coming back after being away for so long, but their voices didn't leave me completely. There won't be many more chapters to go, but you'll all get to read their HEA :)

Thank you all! Love you guys 3