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Pack Boys

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!!!

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!

24. White Lace

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The white dress was fanned out on the light purple comforter that adorned the bed in Emily and Sam’s room. I stood there, looking out the window at the crescendo of crashing waves, holding the fluffy blue robe tight around me. My hair was partly up, but most of it hung in slight waves around my shoulders. Emily had put my wet hair in braids last night to get the perfect look.

I took another sip of the milk in the mug I held. I never had enjoyed the taste of coffee or tea, so I tended to just drink milk in the mornings. I had already eaten breakfast, Emily insisted on making all of us “Bridal Pancakes”. I was going to do my makeup soon, before I would put on my dress. But for just right now, for 5 minutes, I just wanted to stare out the window, something I hadn’t done much since arriving back in La Push.

I remembered back to a few days ago. It had been the day after my bachelorete party, and I was sleeping in late. After waking up at 5 in the morning thanks to the twins, I had fallen back to bed only to wake a second time shivering. My personal heater had disappeared from the bed. Moving groggily from my room I had been met with the shocking sight of Paul and Mashaal….doing yoga. I had burst out laughing. I never thought I would see my best friend and fiancé sitting on yoga mats in my living room at God knows how early in the morning. I still wasn’t letting Paul live it down. Mashaal had convinced me once to do yoga, but after falling asleep on her, she gave up on me.

The door creaked behind me and I turned to see Mashaal entering, followed by Kati and Emily. All three looked beautiful in their blue chiffon bridesmaid’s dresses. Mashaal had been so happy to find dresses that worked on all of them so quickly. I had gotten the final choice on the color, though I had the feeling Mashaal had already decided on the turquoise color long before I even got to see the style.

“Why are you not in your dress yet??” Mashaal squealed, hurrying in. Kati giggled slightly following her, we had reconciled our friendship. It had been a very long and tearful discussion, at least on Kati’s side. It seemed that she never was actually mad at me, but rather a scar from her past. In her hand she held my bouquet; it was mostly baby’s breath with snapdragons emerging from its white cloud. A single blue-green ribbon matching the trim on the bridesmaid dresses.

“I have time; the wedding isn’t for another hour.” One hour till I walked down the aisle and said I do, binding myself to him forever. Luckily, everything was already laid out on the bed. I had my something old, my dress, something borrowed, a necklace that Emily was lending me, it was a single diamond on a gold chain, something new, my veil, and of course something blue, but that wouldn’t been seen by any one at the wedding or by Paul until the wedding night.

“Let’s help you get into your dress, and then after we do your makeup we should head down.” Emily spoke soothingly, though excitement was evident in her voice, along with the gentle tone of remembrance, most likely remembering her own wedding to Sam, only a year or so before.

I removed the robe as the girls helped me gently into the dress.

“Abby, seriously, if you don’t stop moving, I’m going to have to knock you out in order to get this dress on you,” Mashaal scold me, swatting at my arm. I hadn’t realized I was fiddling with the lace on the dress; I had been so wrapped up in thoughts of seeing Paul at the end of the aisle waiting for me.

“I’ll stop. I’m just really anxious. This is a big step, ya know?” I sighed, smiling into the mirror. Mashaal lifted the dress the rest of the way up, and Emily and Kati were helping to hook up the rows of buttons on the back. The long sleeves and trailing train made me feel like a princess. I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I felt like I was gazing into the black and white photo that hung on my wall, my grandmother wearing the same dress and standing next to her was own personal love.

“You look gorgeous.” Kati whispered, staring over my shoulder into the mirror.

“You think so?” I asked, inspecting every inch of my self for some minute flaw.

“It’s perfect.” Mashaal said, looking at me with satisfaction. I smiled, if it hadn’t been for all of Mashaal’s hard work and having her get me up in the mornings, I don’t think the wedding would have been planned as quickly as it had been. After all I was two months pregnant with twins, if we had waited longer, I never would have fit in my dress. Plus, even if I didn’t have pressure from the twins, I still wouldn’t want to wait longer than necessary to be married to Paul.

After each piece of hair was perfectly pinned down under my veil, and the last swipe of mascara was brushed onto my long lashes, we all walked out of the house. Emily and Sam’s house sat on the edge of the woods close to the cliffs that hugged most of the Pacific coastline. A path cut through the thick grasses and down to the beach. I could see that everyone was already there, waiting. At the edge of the trail, where the sand first meets the hill, the boys mostly Seth, Colin, and Brady, had constructed a boardwalk that was the aisle for the wedding. The entire wedding party was small. The only people in attendance were Paul’s parents, whom I had met on my return to La Push, the pack with their families and imprints, and of course Kati’s father had come, though he wasn’t performing the ceremony. He had offered, but Paul and I had decided to have an Elder of his tribe marry us.

I waited at the edge of the boardwalk, Claire, Emily’s niece, was the flower girl. She walked down the boardwalk first, tossing magnolia petals in the air as she went. The little girl had her hair braided down her back and wore a similar dress that matched the bridesmaids. The white basket had a ribbon around it that matched the one on my bouquet. Everyone turned and watched us as Emily, then Kati, and finally Mashaal, slowly walked down the aisle and took their places at the end. I took a deep breath as Sam, who had been kind enough to act in place of my father, slipped his arm through mine.

Everyone turned to look at me as I slowly ascended the wooden planks towards my future, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Paul. His tux made him look more handsome and dashing then I had ever imagined, but what had taken my breath away was the look on his face. It was a look of joy. His words echoed in my head, “the only perfect moment I have ever known, was the first time I saw you.” The look on his face was that perfect moment for me. Any subconscious fears I might have had about getting married and everything else vanished. I would never think another what if, or doubt anything ever again, after seeing that look on Paul’s face.

Billy watched with knowing eyes as I reached the end of the boardwalk turning towards Paul. He sat in his wheel chair under the trellis that was our alter.

“You’d better take good care of her.” Sam said, knowing perfectly well that there wasn’t a way he couldn’t, with imprinting on me and everything.

I took Paul’s hands as I listened to Billy begin the wedding ceremony. His deep voice flowed out over us, washing us with the fluttering of promises of happily ever after. I saw an expression in Paul’s eyes as I gazed at him. I couldn’t place it, until I realized the look was one of complete devotion, of love, of pure love, nothing else. I could have cried with happiness from the expression if I hadn’t minded messing up my makeup. Instead I smiled, returning the look with every fiber of my being.

“Do you, Paul, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer and poorer, for good health and bad, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” I don’t think it was possible, but I swear both our smiles grew at that.

“And do you, Abby; take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer and poorer, for good health and bad, for as long as you both shall live?”

I spoke the two simple words that would make us legal in sight of the law, God, and the world.

“I do.”

“I know pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride.” And that is just what he did. Paul moved the veil over my head, and captured my lips, holding me tightly to him. I could feel all his joy in that single kiss.

Man and Wife

After the ceremony we all had gone home to change into beach casual attire. Paul hadn’t let go of my hand since we had walked back down the aisle as Man and Wife, except when he had to walk around the car and get into the drivers seat.

I wasn’t sure who had done it, but one of the boys had taped a very large and colorful Just Married sign onto the back of Paul’s truck. The entire ride home, Paul drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand wrapped around mine. Both of us now wore simple gold bands upon our left hands.

The entire wedding dress was somewhat puffy and uncomfortable to wear while sitting in a car, so I was more than happy when we finally reached our home. I giggled as Paul swung me out of the truck, his strong arms encircling me as he carried me bridal style across the threshold. I swore his face was a mask of untainted happiness.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Rivers.” He whispered in my ear. I shivered with excitement.

“Mrs. Rivers.” I breathed the name under my breath, it fit perfectly. “I think I could get used to that.” I smiled up at him, mirroring his expression perfectly.


To be honest, there was an hour between the service and reception, enough time for everyone to change and come back. Paul’s tux was laid carefully across a chair; my dress was folded neatly on top of the dresser. My something blue was probably someplace on the floor or under the bed, I wasn’t really certain, but I didn’t care.

His arms tightened around my waist as I attempted to get up and out of the comfortable disarray of sheets that surrounded us. “We are going to be late.” I whispered.

“Fine with me,” He murmured, pulling me back down and leaning in for another kiss. I wallowed in his warmth.

“We can’t be late for our own wedding reception.” I teased.

“Says who.” His hand slid up my side and to the side of my head, angling my lips back to his so I couldn’t talk. It did shut me up momentarily, but I persisted.

“Paul Rivers, are you going to tell me, that you are willing to risk having your wife miss her own reception in order to lay around in bed?” my voice filled with mock outrage.

“That’s my idea exactly.”


The reception was nothing big, but it was perfect. A bonfire on the beach, it just seemed right, after all, hadn’t it been a simple bon fire that had catapulted us into all of this.

The sun had set long ago and the only light left was from the glowing fire. Claire had long ago fallen asleep, and had been carried back to her Aunt’s house by a very indulgent Quil, and any body not part of the pack had driven home, as so not to get lost in La Push at night. The entire reception dinner had been hot dogs, cooked over the flames and other BBQ treats, such as potato salad and corn on the cob. When it was time to cut the cake, a two tier masterpiece baked and decorated by Mashaal, (the only thing I had helped with was licking the spoon with the extra batter on it). Paul wrapped his hand over mine and slid the knife through the thick creamy coconut frosting and fluffy moist white cake. It was then time for the toasts.

Paul stood up first, raising his clear cup, the golden color beer swirling within it. “Abby, Imprinting made me protect you, my eyes made me want you; but my heart is what had me fall deeply in love with you. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to spend the rest of my life, our life, getting to know you.”

I stood up beside him, barely noticing the girls next to me, who had started to tear up. I raised my own glass, the pink liquid of a virgin margarita shimmered in the fire light. “Paul, the first time I looked at you, something in me changed. It wasn’t until my head caught up to my heart that I realized it was love. I loved you then, now and I will forever.”

I wasn’t sure if there had been applause or not, because I didn’t hear anything but Paul’s heart beat and mine beating in unison. Single hearts twisted together in a way only fate could arrange. It seemed like such a fairy tale, a simple hello and both our worlds were changed….for the better.