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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!


6. All together Now!!!

Rating 3.5/5   Word Count 1521   Review this Chapter

Paul just looked me over, still stunned by my sudden appearance, especially since I had been ignoring his calls for over a week now. The duffel was starting to make my shoulder ache and I was exhausted, and hungry and nauseous and scared and... Well, let's just say I was not in good shape.

I used my hand to brush my saturated hair off my forehead. I was travel worn and disheveled.

"Um...Hey Paul." I said, my voice sounding timid and small, so different from my usual bold self. "Do you think I can come in?"

He must have realized that I was still standing on the porch because he stepped aside and gestured for me to come in. The house was average size. The inside walls were painted a light green. Almost all the furniture was made out of wood. Not the cheap Ikea kind of furniture, but hand-crafted furniture that was detailed and loved.

"Let me take that bag from you." I handed over my duffel to Paul, it had begun to drip and leave tiny puddles upon the floor, his large hand brushing against mine. He placed it on the floor, still not sure why I was here.

I dropped my sneakers on to the rough welcome mat by the door. I stood there awkwardly, entwining my fingers together and biting my lower lip. I had no idea what I was going to tell him, or how.

Paul's face transformed from his mask of stunned shock into a complete smile. He wrapped his feverish arms around me and lifted my feet off the floor as he gave me a great big hug.

"I missed you." He whispered into my ear. I gulped.

"I know the feeling."

He placed me back on the ground, and proceeded to kiss me soundly on the lips. I kissed him back, letting all my worry and stress directly disappear into the passion of the moment. If I kept our lips busy, none of the secrets would come out. Paul seemed to notice my agony and stepped back, the wood creaking under his weight. It took us a second to catch our breath.

I felt his eyes staring at my face, his smiling complexion replaced with features in-between worry and raging curiosity. I turned my head away, so that he wouldn't see the fear and anxiety in my eyes. I stared down at my bare feet, studying my nails rather then having to face him.

"You aren't alright."

I let my hair fall down over my face, trailing over my cheek and hiding my pained expression. I felt his warm hand grip my chin, as he angled my face till I was looking up at him.

"What's wrong?" His concerns made me feel even worse. I closed my eyes and the tears began to fall down my cheeks, silently staining them with my emotional conflicts.

Paul walked me over to the couch, sitting me down on the paisley thread bare material. He pulled me down into his lap and held me like a parent does a child, comforting and protecting them from the big bad world.

I cried onto his chest. My damp clothes were probably getting Paul soaked, and my saturated hair was dripping onto the couch. I was surprised I wasn't shivering from how wet I was, though Paul was quite warm.

"Sshh. It's okay now." He whispered, trying to make me feel better.

"No, it's not okay." I picked my head up and stared him in the eye. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. My eyes were red and puffy.

"Paul, there is something I need to talk to you about. I…" I paused. My stomach heaved; I cursed morning sickness to hell and back again. I put my hand over my mouth. "Oh god, I'm going to be sick."

Paul just pointed to the door on the left. I ran and put my head over the toilet bowl as I retched up the last of the saltines that I had tried to eat only hours ago. The last of the vile tasting crackers finally left my stomach and I leaned my head against the cool porcelain of the bath tub. I wrapped my arms around my knees and began to shiver uncontrollably.

Paul stood in the door way. "Maybe I should get you some dry clothes."

I nodded, not taking my cheek away from the cool surface of the tub. "Thanks."

He disappeared from sight but returned quickly carrying what looked like a long old t-shirt. "I hope this works. I couldn't find any pants that would fit you."

I stood up carefully, and removed my watered down sweatshirt. I took the shirt from him and pushed him back into the living room, I shut the door behind him, and leaned my back against it.

This was not going well. I smacked my forehead. For all my bravery and stupid antics, I couldn't tell one boy that he had knocked me up. Well Duh, the little voice in my head said. You are only about to tell him something that could literally ruin his life and yours. I mean you've known each for a month and know you are setting yourselves up for a shot gun wedding.

I groaned and tried to ignore the nagging sarcastic voice. I changed into the dry shirt and left the rest of my stuff in the bath tub. I hadn't realized that Paul had been so much taller then me. His shirt reached half way down my thighs; it was more of a dress then a shirt.

I heard, voices starting to echo in the room over. I hoped to God that it was Mashaal--I didn't know what the hell to do. I opened the door, and walked out into the room. Embry, Jake and Mashaal were all standing around with Paul.

Mashaal saw me and rushed over, wrapping me in a hug. I hugged her back.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

"Yeah, I'm just peachy."

"Did you tell him yet?" She whispered even more softly into my ear. I shook my head and she smiled sadly, touching my cheek.

"Ok, it's alright. We'll tell him after I feed you. When's the last time you got sick?" She asked, her motherly affection coming out and caressing my pain.

"Just now." My sarcastic mood resurfaced for a second. "…Mashaal, I couldn't do it! I couldn't tell him…" I said, pathetically looking down at my feet again.

"Ok, I'm standing right here! Tell me what? Why did you get sick? What are you NOT telling me?" Paul demanded, standing up and raising his hands.

I just stared at him, wide eyed. "Why are you yelling at her? Can't you see she's a bit distressed over here?!" Mashaal yelled back.

"Yeah, but it'd be nice to know what the hell she's distressed about so I could help her!" He shouted even louder.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" She looked up at his tall figure, barely reaching his shoulder, but as she put her hands on her hips and glared at him…he seemed to shrink under her glare, as if she were his mother.

"Sorry, I'm just worried about her," he said, his voice soft now.

"Good. Now, I suggest we all sit down and eat some dinner, then Abby will feel better, and you two can talk. Anyone have a problem with that?" She looked around, as if daring anyone to disagree.

Jake, who was all the way in the corner, punch Embry in the shoulder and grinned.

“Nice girl, you’ve got.” Embry was currently very shocked, staring at Mashaal with a mix of admiration and fear.

I almost laughed, I knew never to mess with Mashaal and apparently he had just learned that lesson too.

He childishly raised his hand over his head, trying to ask a question. He looked so stupid that we all started laughing at him. He still kept his hand up though, and even started to wave it a bit.

"What is it, Embry?" Mashaal asked, still giggling.

“I was wondering…" he looked down and shuffled his feet while grinning. “What are we going to eat? Can you even cook?”

This, made us all laugh even harder, and I was holding on to Paul for support as I started to choke I was chuckling so much.

"Yeah, I can cook. Can you?" Mashaal asked him.

"Embry, I think that you have just been owned." I managed to say between gasps for air.

"No, I can't cook," Embry announced, rubbing his stomach. "But I can eat!"

All the boys agreed with him there.

As everyone walked towards the kitchen, I looked down at my own stomach. It was hard to believe that something was actually alive in there, and growing.

I'd have to tell Paul as soon as possible, but right now I was just plain hungry. I would tell him after Mashaal had all made us some supper. I hoped she had brought my favorites, because I was having some major pregnancy cravings!