Hey guys sorry I haven't updated I was away.

Okay so this is the last chapter I know I know its sad and I'm sorry but there's nothing else to write about really so please do not kill me. So here it is. I'll be posting one or two chapters from that other story I was talking about writing I don't know whether I'll write a full story let me know what you think of it so far. Okay so I know you just want to read this last chapter so I'll stop talking... well writing... actually typing...

A few weeks have passed since I was kidnaped from by Michael. His name still sent chills down my back. Paul had been even more protective of me the last few days even though Michael was killed that day.

Some nights I wake up crying in the middle of the night but Paul is always there to hold me and tell me everything's alright. Tonight was one of those nights.

I awoke with a gasp and I could feel the hot tears running down my face. Paul was there already holding me tightly to his chest, his fingers stroking my hair and face.

"Shh, shh Ashlen. Your okay, your okay. I'm here."

I turned my face into the crook of his neck. "I know, I'm so sorry Paul."

And I was. I hated doing this to him. For me the nightmare ended when I woke up, but for him in continued through the night.

"No, don't be Ashlen."

I turned myself around again so I was straddling his body. The tears had ceased now and I wiped at the drying ones on my cheeks. Paul was watching me carefully probably wondering what in the world I was doing.

Usually when I woke up from the nightmares I fell right back to sleep, but I had something else on my mind tonight.

I kissed his neck running my fingers up and down his bare chest. My hands snaked down to his sweat pants and I began pushing them down slowly. Paul grunted and seized my wrists.

"What are you doing?" his asked. His voice was husky and deep.

I smiled into the dark, "What does it look like I'm doing?"


I replied by kissing him, his lips responded automatically and within minutes our clothes were on the floor. We caressed each other, both wanting to prolong the moment. When it finally became to much for us Paul pressed into me and I took him welcomingly.

Afterward we fell asleep holding one another.


(A week or two later)

Paul and I made love practically every single night, and I never had nightmares anymore. It was like he kept the bad dreams away by showering me with love. Tonight there was a bonfire down on the beach. I had about three hours to get ready, Paul was coming to pick me up at seven.

I hopped into the shower and lathered up my hair. I decided I needed to shave since my legs were a bit prickly. I cut my knee accidently with the razor and it began to bleed a lot.

"Oh crap," I muttered stepping out of the shower to grab a cloth of some sort. I opened the bottom cabinet and saw a box of tampons.

My eyes grew wide and I ran into the kitchen still wet and naked to look at my calendar.

I counted and then counted again.

And again.

I was almost a month late.

Breathing heavily I got dressed and got into my car driving into town. I hurried into the local pharmacy and grabbed a pregnancy test. The cashier was a guy a little younger then me. He wiggled his eyes up and down at me and winked. I payed quickly and practically ran out of the store and sped the whole way home.

As I waited for the little minus or plus sign to show up I began crying.

Paul was going to freak out. He never talked about wanting a child and I could never have an abortion or give it away. And what would people say?! Im only eighteen! Oh god, what if he leaves me! He's going to leave me.

The plus sign was clear as day.


I had been jumpy all the way to the beach. Paul hadn't stopped questioning what was wrong from the moment he saw me but I would always smile and say "nothing why?"

I decided to tell him tonight. Might as well get it over with right? Like ripping off a band aid?

We talked to a few people for a while before I told Paul I needed to talk to him alone. Worry was obvious in his eyes.

We walked down the beach and sat on a rock a ways away from the group of people.

A warm hand grabbed mine, I hadn't realized I was shaking. Breathe. Okay just say it. Just like a band- aid.

"I'm pregnant!" I sort of half yelled. Paul froze and stared wide-eyed at me. I closed my eyes to await what he would say.

Sorry ashlen but I'm not ready for that.

"Ashlen?" I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him.

He frowned at me and wiped away a tear from my cheek, "Why are you crying?"

All I could do was stare at him, "Just say it." I mumbled.

"Say what?" he questioned.

I sighed and pushed off the rock. "Just say it, I know you don't want to deal with this and it's fine but..." I cut off as he grabbed my and spun me towards him.

He looked pissed.

"What?" he said low and deadly, "What are you talking about?'

"I know you weren't expecting this, not that I was, but I mean I know you don't want to be tied down like this and-" His lips were almost violent against my own pushing and pulling. His hands grasped the sides of my face.

He let go after a moment and stared at me. My lips felt swollen and tears brimmed my eyes.

"Ashlen I love you! When are you going to get it! I want to spend the rest of my life with you! I want to have as many kids as possible with you!"

I watched in shock as he got down on one knee in front of me. He took my shaking hands.

"Ashlen, I promise to love you forever and always, and I promise to love our children, and I promise to be there for you whenever you need me." He pulled an ancient looking ring from his pocket, "Ashlen, will you marry me?"

And there you have it folks! Now obviously she says yes and they live happily ever after!!