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Pack Boys

Summary:
Everything started so innocently, a simple bonfire upon the beach, but then things got complicated. Lives were changed and hearts were shocked... (A La Push gang Fan fiction) Image Hosted by ImageShack.usChapter 25 is out!!!


Notes:
We had a little too much fun with the packs valentine's day one shot, so we decided to make it into a whole story!


16. Pizza with a Side of Christ

Rating 3.2/5   Word Count 1461   Review this Chapter

“I can’t believe you too are in Washington again! What brings you back here?”

“I think that is a story for after we order.” Paul said before I could answer. Almost on cue a server appeared by Embry.

“What can I get for everyone?” The man had on a white apron with smudges of tomato sauce. He was older; his hair was as white as the flour that clung to the edges of his rolled up sleeves.

“Um… a plain pizza and a coke.” Embry said.

“How many slices do you want the pie cut into for everyone?” The server said glancing around at everyone.

“Oh…um…” Embry looked somewhat embarrassed. “That pie is just for me.”

To our immense surprise the server just laughed. “It is good to see a boy with a growing appetite.” The man’s Italian accent seemed genuine.

“I’ll get the same as him; just make mine a pepperoni pie.” Paul said.

I looked over at Mashaal and Kati. “I don’t know about you guys, but I definitely can’t eat a pie by myself. How about we split one between us girls?”

“Definitely, I think we should get lots of toppings on top though.” Mashaal commented.

“I want everything except mushrooms!” we all giggled, remembering how we had tricked Kati into eating a wild mushroom at camp when we were 8. She hasn’t eaten mushrooms since, but I mean throwing up for 3 hours wasn’t that traumatizing.

The man took our order down and told us the pizzas would be ready in about 20 minutes. We thanked him. We chatted about old times at camp and caught up, until the man returned with our sodas, in those plastic red glasses that are a trademark of pizza places.

“So, what are you two doing in Washington ?” Kati asked, taking a sip of her sprite.

I glanced at Mashaal. “I’m pregnant.”

Kati chocked on her soda and began to cough and sputter. “What did you say?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re Pregnant? Oh My God.” Kati quickly crossed herself for using Gods name in vain. “Who’s the father? And Why are you in Washington ? Abby please tell me it’s not Steve????”

“No, it’s me.” Paul voice broke through her long line of questions, turning all our attention to him. His face was a mask of cold indifference.

A small, “Oh” escaped from Kati’s lips. “You are going to get married then?” She stated like it was common knowledge.

It was now my turn to exclaim, “What?”

“Well, obviously, in your situation, it would be the good thing to do, since you are going to be having a child together.” Her voice was condescending.

“Kati, we haven’t thought that far ahead.” I attempted to explain. I hadn’t thought that far ahead, and I doubt either had Paul, after all he had only found out two nights ago that he was going to be a father.

“Well, you should. This is a child we are talking about, not a puppy. Abby, when are you going to grow up and realize you have to take on responsibility for your actions?” I couldn’t help it; I felt the tears beginning to grow. “I mean, how could you let yourself get knocked up at the beach, by some guy you knew, for what, an hour!! You’re unbelievable sometimes, I mean really, Abby, are you that much of a sinner and a whore?”

I felt Paul beginning to shake slightly next to me. I knew I had to get him calmed down fast, and personally, my own temper was getting close to the boiling point. “Thanks for the support, Kati, I knew I could count on you.” My tone was bitter and cutting, I really didn’t care at the point.

I grabbed Paul’s arm with my good hand and pulled him out of the Pizzeria. I ignored his truck sitting by the curb and just continued to walk down the street, blindly passing the pedestrians that walked past. When we got to the corner, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I sat down on the curb and put my head between my knees. I felt Paul put his arms around me, as he sat down beside me.

I twisted my fingers together and bit the right side of my lower lip. “Are we really ready for this?”

He took my hands in his, turning my head till I was looking directly into his eyes. “We will be ready for anything. Nothing is going to go wrong.”

“I’m not even going to graduate high school, did you realize that? That means no college. You already graduated, but how are we going to support two kids.” I closed my eyes and leaned into him, I took a momentary pause as I took a deep breath in to relax myself. “I want the happily ever after, not reality.” I moaned.

Paul chuckled, “Don’t worry about it, I can do extra work for the Contractor’s between jobs and you can always transfer your credits to La Push High and finish your last couple of credits there. We just need to take everything in baby steps.”

I just groaned at the corniness of that last line. I opened my eyes and looked up at his handsome features.

“How about I take you home? You look pretty tired.” He said, brushing the hair that had fallen out of my pony tale away from my face.

“Sure, and I’ll fix you something to eat since we missed part of lunch.”

We walked hand in hand back to the slick black truck. It was a silent ride on the way back to La Push. I stared out the window at the blur of green and brown and allowed myself to become lost in thought. I was happy, or at least content. I put my hand over my somewhat swollen stomach and just thought about all the adventures and smiles that life had in store. I hadn’t admitted it yet, but I really hoped the twins were boys; I really wanted to give Paul sons.

The truck turned down the dirt road that Paul lived on, kicking up a cloud of dust. He pulled into the driveway, and gave me a quick kiss before getting out of the truck. The house was really beginning to feel like a home. Maybe not our home yet, it definitely needed some more feminine touches, but it was a home.

I was feeling slightly nauseous, (I cursed stupid morning sickness) so I stuck to just microwavable Mac and Cheese for lunch. We sat at the counter, reading the Sunday funnies and joking around. I mentally noted that I would have to talk to Mashaal later, but right now I didn’t want to remember there was an outside world.

After lunch, I found an old version of Risk sitting on a shelf collecting dust. We lay on the floor, attempting to take over the world. I swore Paul was cheating, I have never seen someone throw so many sixes in a row. He took over all of North America and South America, and Europe in one turn. I did manage to get Asia though, so I wasn’t too upset; though in the end Paul managed to completely eliminate my armies from the board.

I curled up next to Paul in the bed, my head resting on his chest. “Abby?”

“Hhmm.”

“I have a question for you.” He sounded concerned.

“What is it?” I asked sleepily, pulling the sheets tightly around us.

“Who’s Steve? When Kati heard you were pregnant, she assumed it was this Steve kid.” His voice was calm, but I heard the undercurrent of jealousy and anger there.

“Just a kid who I’ve dated on and off through high school. He was a jerk, who I should have gotten rid of, but never did.” I remembered Steve, he was…poison. He was what I did when I was bored, or wanted to act out.

“How serious were the two of you?” I hesitated; I didn’t want to admit my past mistakes to Paul. “Abby, you can tell me.”

I sat up, so that I could Paul right in the eye. “Paul, we’ve all done stupid things before, mistakes that we can’t change or take back. Steve was that mistake for me, but he is in the past now. It doesn’t matter because right now and forever, I want you.”

I finished my little speech by leaning down and kissing Paul passionately. He must have believed me because soon we rolled slightly so that he was leaning over me. I smiled as I felt his lips kiss their way down my neck. I trailed my fingers down his chest and over his rock hard abs, earning a soft growl.