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) Chapter 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!
8. Foot prints in the sand
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Jake was sitting across the chair by the television absorbed in what ever bloodbath movie was the cause of the flashing lights from the screen. I curled myself up against Paul’s strong chest, loving the feeling of his arm wrapping itself around me.
I sighed contently, breathing in his amazing smell. It was like the way a pine forest smells right before a rain storm, when every scent is heightened and fresh.
Embry had stayed in the kitchen, watching over Mashaal no doubt, I bet he was also trying to snitch bits of food. I was happy that Mashaal had found someone too. I shut my eyes as the person on screen was murdered. I pressed my face into Paul so I wouldn’t see the gore. Jake and Paul just laughed at my reaction.
“Stupid teenage boys.” I muttered.
“Dinner is served!” Mashaal’s voice rang in from the kitchen.
Jake quickly stopped the movie and we all scrambled into the dinning room and took our places in the worn wooden chairs that surrounded the large oak dinner table.
Embry and Mashaal carried in several dishes of steaming hot food. The boys all sent up whoops and jeers at the enticing smells coming off the plates.
I surveyed the platters and saw that Mashaal had marinated a juicy piece of London broil and had sautéed it together with young spinach. There was also baked potatoes sitting along side little dishes of sour cream and grated cheeses. She had even gone as far as to make lemonade for all of us.
“Mashaal, you made my favorites!” I screamed, happily serving my self a little bit of everything.
Mashaal and I had to take as much food as we wanted quickly, because the boys literally fell on the food like they were…. A pack of wolves. There was no other way to describe the frenzied rate at which the three teenage boys downed everything that was placed on the table.
The conversation flowed easily through out dinner, and it was impossible not to smile and feel like family. The boys were telling all their favorite jokes, even those which where not exactly made for mixed company.
“So this Pirate walks in to the bar, and there is a ships wheel in his pants,” Embry started, not able to even keep a straight face. “And the bar tender asks him what’s with the wheel. So the Pirate looks at him and goes.” He paused for dramatic effect; he finished the last line in a phony pirate accent. “Aye, it be driving me nuts.”
Mashaal and I laughed so hard that we started to choke on our food. I took a drink of my lemonade still half coughing and half laughing.
Jake, Paul and Embry kept helping themselves to seconds—and thirds, and fourths-- even though Mashaal continually reminded them to save room for dessert. I was beginning to feel like I was in the middle of a country fair eating contest.
When each plate had not a speck of food left on it and each finger had been licked clean, Mashaal hurried into the kitchen to get dessert.
I couldn’t help but to yelp with excitement when Mashaal walked back in carrying a picture perfect coconut cake upon the platter, the frosting covered in sweet flakes of coconut heaven just seemed too perfect to eat.
Paul jerked away from me when I had screamed, looking around to see if something was wrong.
“Coconut Cake!!!!!!!!!! My favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I clapped my hands I was so excited.
Every one just laughed at me as Mashaal passed around slices of cake. I couldn’t care less because I got to eat my slice of heaven on a plate. I picked up my fork and let the flavor of the cake and frosting just melt upon my tongue. Everyone agreed that the cake was amazing, and thanks to the boys, there were no leftovers to nibble on the following day.
We all carried the empty plates into the kitchen and deposited them into the sink. Paul washed the dishes as Jake, Embry and Mashaal dried and put them away. I sat on the counter, my feet swinging back and forth, talking to everyone as they worked. After all the dishes were clean and put in their proper place, Paul came over and leaned casually against the counter next to me, wiping his wet hands on his jeans.
“Do you want to go for a walk on the beach with me?”
I glanced at him nervously before answering. I could tell that he was afraid of what I had to tell just by how stiff his body seemed to be. “Sure, let’s do that.”
He seemed to visibly relax at my answer. I looked over at Mashaal and she gave me an encouraging smile.
I thanked Mashaal for making me all of my delicious favorites. I gave her one last hug for courage.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” I whispered in her ear.
“Perfect. Don’t worry about anything.” She gave my hand one last squeeze before going back to Embry, who was standing in the doorway with Jake.
Jake, Embry and Mashaal all clamored into the hot Shelby G2 parked out front. I noticed how Mashaal’s hand never left Embry’s. They were perfect for each other. I was glad she got a reward for coming out just to help me…she was much too selfless sometimes; though it was at times like these that I was truly thankful for that.
I watched as they drove away, music already blasting from the car. I turned back to go in side. Paul was all ready for our walk but I wasn’t.
“One second.” I said, holding up a finger to exemplify my point. I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed my almost dry jeans out of the bathtub and slipped them on. Paul was waiting for me by the back door and held it open for me as I passed him to go outside. He led the way and I followed him down a small trail that I assumed went directly to the beach.
I wrapped my cool fingers around Paul’s warm ones as we left a trail of foot prints in the moist sand. The sky was cloudless for once, and the stars were becoming visible in the dusk that was surrounding us.
We walked in silence for a while, neither one of us wanting to be the first to talk. It came to the point where the silence was starting to suffocate me as it resounded in my ears, a constant accompaniment to the soft lapping of the waves. I stopped walking, and turned to face Paul.
“Paul, I need to tell you something, and as you can tell, I’ve been really scared to do this.”
Paul took my other hand in his. “You can tell me anything.” He spoke softly, trying to extract the secret from me.
“Let’s sit down for me to tell you.”
He just nodded and we both sat down in the sand, facing the horizon that was barely visible against the dark sky and black waves.
“When I met you on Valentine’s Day, I really liked you, I couldn’t really understand why I was drawn to you, and I didn’t regret what we did in the woods that night. I still don’t. It’s just, well, when I stopped calling you it was because I realized that I was...” I paused and took a deep breath. “It was because I found out that I was pregnant, and that you were the father.”
I waited for Paul to say something. The silence began to stretch on. I glanced over and Paul was shaking.
“Paul, are you okay? Say something please.”
“You’re pregnant? That’s why you showed up here? That’s why you were sick? Oh God.”
The convulsions began to take over his whole body. He fisted his hands so tightly that his knuckles were white against the bone. His words hurt me, they stung and the tears began to fall down my cheeks again, except this time they were hot with anger.
“You know, that wasn’t easy for me to say. I’m having a baby. You don’t have to be a father to it. You can just be the kid who knocked me up.” I could hear the bite and edge to my words, but at this point I couldn’t have cared less. I hastily stood and dusted the sand off of my jeans.
Paul just sat there. His body wasn’t shaking all over anymore, only his arms were now.
“You’re pregnant…” His voice sounded so confused and lost.
“Yes, damn it. I’m pregnant.” I growled at him. The bitterness in me started to break apart. “I guess I shouldn’t have forced this on you.” With that I turned and started to run. I let my feet slide across the sand; I pressed my self to run faster jus to get all my fear and frustration out.
I didn’t even hear the foot steps following me until I felt his hand grip my arm.
“Abby, stop, please.”
“What do you want?” I asked, wiping the tears off my face with the back of my hand.
“Look, I’m sorry about how I reacted. I wasn’t expecting for you to say that you were pregnant. That idea hadn’t occurred to me.”
“Well, it hadn’t occurred to me either until the pregnancy test ended up turning blue. This is going to be the last time you see me if that’s what you want.”
“That’s not what I want, Abby, and you know that.”
“Do I?” I asked him exasperated. “I don’t want you to deal with this with me because you feel responsible, I want you to help me because you want to, because you love me.” My voice cracked on the word love.
He laid his hand upon my cheek. “I do love you, I want to love you, and I want this…” he placed his hand on my stomach. “to be our family.”
“I want that too.” I said, my features softening. “But I how do we know that we aren’t going to out grow our love.”
“I know.” Paul said seriously. He bent down and pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and just melted into his chest.
We stood there until the wind began to pick up, sending the sand biting at our ankles.
Paul kept his arm around me as we walked back down the beach and into the welcoming house.
“Paul… would you mind if I spent the night on your couch until I find someplace to stay?”
He looked at me like I was crazy. He walked over and picked me up off the floor throwing me over his shoulder.
“Hey. Be careful.”
Paul chuckled but ignored my protests. He walked into the bedroom and plopped me down on the huge green and white bed that lay in the middle of the room. I smiled as he lay down next to me.
“What makes you think you need to find someplace to stay?”
I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy.
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love be everything that you need.
I love you more with every breath truly madly deeply do..
I will be strong I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on a new beginning.
A reason for living. A deeper meaning. Yeah..
I wanna stand with you on a mountain,
I wanna bathe with you in the sea.
I wanna lay like this forever,
Until the sky falls down over me.
- The start
- Fun and games
- His perfect heat
- In trouble
- Tears and caffeine
- All together Now!!!
- His car is so hot!
- Foot prints in the sand
- Firsts and Legends
- Bonfire stories
- Sterile and White
- Fears and Hospitals
- Old coffee
- Close encounters
- Solving problems
- Pizza with a Side of Christ
- Pizza, Yelling, & Nicknames
- It was all too good to last
- Morning Memories
- Stories dont always end with Happily ever after
- Irony hurts
- Make Peace with an empty town
- Comin' Clean
- White Lace
- Wedding Accomplisments
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- 25 Feb 08
- 06 Aug 13