A/N: So here it is, the last chapter of The Truth You Hide. Paul and Fay have come a long way haven't they? I never realized I'd actually make it this far. But thanks to every single person who has reviewed, added this story to their alerts and favorites it went on. I don't know how much to thank you all. You make my day with your wonderful reviews.
BUT this is not the end. Yes there's a sequel coming up, hope you guys read it.
ALSO the lemony one shot of Fay and Paul's intimate night together is up! You can find it on my page.
And finally, how about we get on with the story? :)
Chapter 25: Truly, Madly, Deeply
"Seth go call Dr. Cullen immediately!," Sam ordered as he rushed past me, entering the back of the house.
They had all given me pitiful looks but none of them said a word. It was as if they were afraid to, in case I broke down or lashed out at them for letting this happen. But didn't they realize that this was the most shocking moment of my life? Did they think an imprint could watch her man in the worst possible state he has ever been in and have the energy to speak?
Was Paul even alive?
Somehow my body found the strength to carry me inside the house with everyone else. They all seemed to be upstairs. Moving about and asking each other questions. I didn't listen to their voices though, I just headed up the stairs as fast as I could.
I brushed past everyone as I made my way into the overly crowded spare bedroom. Sam, Jared and Jacob looking down at Paul and whispering frantically to each other. They noticed me then, their faces softening.
"Fay, Carlisle Cullen will be here any minute," Jared told me as I approached the bedside.
I watched Paul as he lay there, lifeless and wounded. His face was paler than I had ever seen it, blood dripping from his nostrils and his lips covered in dry blood. His left eye was swollen which would obviously turn into a black eye.
My eyes scanned his body then. His chest was covered in mud, scratches and bruises. His abdomen had a long gash on one side of it which was still oozing blood. His arms were covered in large red marks, as though someone had squeezed him so hard their hands left a mark.
It must have been a vampire.
His waist downwards was covered in a thin white sheet. Making it impossible for me to see any wounds down there.
I looked down at the mattress he was lying on, noticing it was soaked in blood underneath him. I lifted my head up to meet Sam's eyes and looked at him questioningly.
"It's.. he's badly wounded Fay. His back it's uh," he swallowed, "Deep gashes you know?."
"W-Why don't y-you," I hadn't realized I was shaking so bad, "B-Bandage him u-u-up?."
He shook his head, "Dr. Cullen told us not to touch him."
My eyes drifted back down to Paul again, running my hand through his hair. Realizing that a chunk of his hair had been pulled out, leaving a bald patch.
The tears flowed endlessly from my eyes as soft sobs broke through my throat. I fell to my knees next to the bed, taking his unusually cold hand in mine. The steady rise of his chest the only thing making me feel better.
Suddenly the room went silent. At first I wondered whether it was because I was crying but then I heard the familiar voice of Dr. Cullen and looked up to meet his golden eyes as he entered the room.
"Fay," he nodded at me once before turning to Sam, "I need everyone out of here so I can focus. He's severely injured so I need to be alone for this," he told him politely.
I heard a couple of the boys growl but I wouldn't have any of this now, Paul needed help, "Do what he says," I told them.
They looked taken aback by my tone of voice. I didn't care though, Paul was all that mattered right now. Dr. Cullen was kind enough to come here in the first place and I would do anything in my power to help him cure Paul.
"Leave," Sam told them, which they all obliged to, "Fay I think you should come too, you don't want to see this."
"But-," I started, he cut me off.
"Trust me Fay. You don't want to see this."
Even though I never wanted to leave Paul's side I knew Sam was right. I didn't want to see any of it. The wounds I hadn't seen yet, the broken bones and the blood. So much blood…
I nodded my head slowly, scrambling to my feet. Dr. Cullen smiled sympathetically at me before I rested my hand on his ice cold shoulder.
"Thank you f-for this, I'll b-be forever g-grateful," I choked out.
"Always my pleasure Fay," he replied before heading over to examine Paul.
Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulder, leading me out of the room. We didn't speak a word to each other as we descended the stairs. He dropped his arm then, telling me he had to speak with the boys who were all out the back.
I, on the other hand headed into the living room and sunk down into the sofa.
I cried quietly to myself, praying that Paul would make it through. Hoping that I'd see him walk down the stairs, full of life and take me into his arms. Strong and healthy again. Perhaps even moody.
Every time I pictured his face though, all I saw was what I had just seen. Lifeless, sickly pale and bruised. My body longed to be next to him now but I knew better. If I saw the other deep wounds he had I wouldn't be able to hold it together.
I'd disturb Dr. Cullen and I didn't want that. I wanted him to have all the time he needed with Paul without any distractions. None of us knew exactly what had happened to him but we all knew he was badly hurt and unconscious.
He must've been attacked while in wolf form because no man would get by a vampire.
But luckily Paul was found.
Sometime during the day I had fallen asleep. Dreaming of Paul. Only Paul. Healthy Paul. Memories of Paul and… our children.
It was the first time I had ever dreamt of Paul and I married with kids. Of course the toddlers looked exactly like Paul. Straight Jet black hair, falling into their cute little brown eyes. Dark skinned, big lipped along with high cheekbones and an adorable smile.
In my dream we were all in the living room. Paul next to me on the sofa, his arm wrapped around my shoulders as we watched our children play with their toy cars on the floor.
We had two boys. One was two years old while the other was three. I had been so happy, so elated in the dream. Paul had been too, his broad smile infectious as he watched our children play.
Memories of the dream had me in tears once again. I was sprawled out on Sam and Emily's sofa, covered in a blanket. One of them must have covered me up but I couldn't hear anything. Not a sound.
I glanced up at the clock which hung over by the door. Nine o'clock it read. Dr. Cullen must've gone home by now. I couldn't believe I had slept that long, especially since Paul was unwell. I wondered if he was any better than he was.
Throwing the blanket off me, I lifted myself up off the sofa and ran for the stairs. Which caused me to nearly fall on my butt as I slammed into someone. That someone being Sam. He caught me before I hit the ground with a low chuckle.
I looked up at him, "Is he okay? What did Dr. Cullen say?."
He nodded, "His bones had to be broken again in order for them to heal properly. He's also been stitched up. But he still hasn't woken up yet."
"Does he need to be cleaned? Is there still blood on his body? his face? I'll wash him down with a cloth," I said almost too quickly for Sam to hear.
He shrugged, "Yeah I guess you could do that. Just be careful okay."
I didn't bother replying, instead I just rushed up the stairs like the speed of light. Grabbing a clean cloth from the bathroom and filling up a basin with warm water. I rushed into the spare room Paul was laying in and shut the door quietly behind me.
He lay there peacefully as though he were sleeping. His left arm in a sling. Dr. Cullen had bandaged him all up. His arms had a couple of plasters here and there. His chest seemed to have some sort of cream applied to the cuts and his abdomen was wrapped up in a big bandage that went all the way around to his back.
I also noticed his foot was bandaged up too, sticking out from under the sheet.
I sighed, heading over to kneel next to the bed. Wondering how long would it take him to heal and when he would ever wake up.
My whole being missed the sound of his voice terribly. It was as if I hadn't heard his voice in years. And every part of my body longed and ached for his touch. A simple hug would take the pain away.
But even that he wasn't capable of.
I dipped the cloth into the warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it to his shoulder. From there I began to wash down his body. The dry blood disappearing with every wipe. It was hard at times, trying not to hit off his broken arm but I was doing okay.
I bit my lip as I reached his waist, afraid of what I might see when I pulled back the sheet. Was he hurt there too? With a deep breath I removed it to reveal his naked body to me. Thankfully he wasn't harmed anywhere down there. His legs seemed fine, only his foot had been sprained.
So with a sigh of relief I continued wiping him down the best I could until. Once I pulled the sheet back over him, the only place I had left to clean was his face. His beautiful face.
I bit back a sob as I ran the cloth over his bloodstained lips, my hand shaky. His face had regained some of its color back but it was still nowhere near the skin tone he normally had. So pale.
Surprisingly his body wasn't very warm either which obviously meant he wasn't well. He wasn't well at all. Just that simple thought and I covered my mouth with my free hand. Muffling my cries from Sam and Emily.
Just then I noticed Paul's hand twitch as it hung off the bed next to me. One simple twitch. And nothing in the world mattered to me in that moment but that movement. Maybe he was healing? Maybe he'd talk to me soon?
And I had smiled. Smiled for the rest of the day. I even got some sleep in the uncomfortable arm chair next to the bed Paul was laying on.
But it didn't last.
Every day was the same. I would wash him down. Tell him how much I loved him even though he couldn't hear me. Explained my dreams to him, including the one where we had children. Told him that I would do anything for him and that no one in this world meant as much to me as he did.
But he never moved. Not even a simple twitch like that one time. Nothing.
Dr. Cullen visited him every day. Telling me that he was making progress. That his wounds were healing perfectly but a little slower than usual. However today I wanted to ask him questions about Paul. I was tired of remaining silent during his visits.
"How come he isn't healing as fast as normal?," I asked just as Dr. Cullen was done with Paul.
His golden eyes met mine, "Because he's unconscious. Hopefully he'll wake up within the next few days and healing will be faster."
"What if he doesn't wake up?."
He pursed his lips, "Do you really want to go there?."
I sighed, looking down at my hands as I sat in the armchair, "No."
"Alright well is there anything else you'd like to ask?."
I met his eyes again, "What do you think Carlisle? Do you think he'll pull through? Your honest opinion please. It's all I ask."
He looked at me sadly, "It's hard for me to tell. These men heal very quickly but in some cases," he gestured to Paul, "They don't. However I honestly don't know what to expect Fay. It's my first time to treat a.. shape shifter."
I nodded, "Thanks for being honest with me."
He smiled, "Don't mention it. So I'll see you tomorrow then. Have a nice day."
"You too," I replied before he left the room.
And once again I was left alone with Paul. Every now and then Emily would come up to keep me company, hand me dinner or ask whether I wanted anything. I never ate though, I had no appetite.
Sam always came up to check on his brother. Offering me kind words of sympathy. The rest of the pack would visit too. Even Leah herself seemed upset. But none of them made me feel any better.
So today at around eight o'clock I decided to head home for a shower and to take some clothes back with me for Paul.
Everyone had been afraid to dress him, even Sam. They were scared of causing him damage. Telling me to leave him to heal before dressing him. But it seemed so wrong to leave him like that, bare under the sheet.
I know he wouldn't have left me like that if I were in his place.
So with that I called a 'goodbye' and a 'see you later' out to Emily and Sam before leaving the house.
Except home wasn't really home without Paul there.
"Hi Fay, um.. sorry I didn't call before I-," I cut her off.
"No don't worry about it, come in," I told her, stepping aside.
I was surprised to find Kim at my doorstep only ten minutes since I had entered. I wasn't expecting her or anyone else to visit me at my house. But Kim being Kim shouldn't have surprised me. It was nice to have company.
We headed into the kitchen. Kim making herself comfortable while I poured us out some juice.
"So what's up Kimmy?," I half smiled, sitting across from her.
Trying so hard not to think of Paul.
"I should be asking you that question Fay, how are you keeping? I'm really so sorry about Paul."
I blinked my eyes repeatedly, keeping my tears at bay, "I'm.. I'm alright."
"You know you can talk to me anytime. Call me and I'll be here," she told me, squeezing my hand across the table.
I nodded, "Thank you."
There was an awkward silence for a moment until Kim spoke up.
"Sooo I was thinking maybe you should get a job? Forks have a couple available," she suggested, taking a sip of her juice.
I chuckled for the first time in four days. She was not serious.
"Kim if Jared were in Paul's place would you want to be out working?."
She sighed, "No. Sorry Fay, I suck at this. I just wish Paul would get better."
"It's okay," I said, "He… he w-will."
"Aw Fay," Kim said as she saw the tears spill from my eyes.
I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand, "Don't mind me, get used to it."
She shook her head, "No Fay, I'm not going to get used to it because you'll be smiling soon. Paul will be here at home with you and you… can get up to all sorts of things!," she joked.
I rolled my eyes, "Does that mean you and Jared 'get up to all sorts of things'?."
"Hmm what? No, hell no," she said, blushing a dark shade of red.
"Whatever you say Kimmy…"
"So what's up with my new nickname?," she asked grinning.
I shrugged, "Thought it suited you."
She laughed, "That's what my cousin Chloe calls me, she's adorable! Only one year old and a half."
My left hand automatically held onto my tummy. Again.
"Oh yeah, that's nice," I said, seemingly uninterested. In truth I was. Very. But I didn't want to be thinking of becoming pregnant right now.
"Yeah," she smiled, "She has cute dark curly hair, my mom thinks she looks like me when I was a baby."
"Yup! And she loves me! it's crazy because normally kids can't stand me but she does. I always look forward to seeing her on Tuesdays."
"Speaking of babies, I can't wait for Emily to have hers! I'm sure she'll be lovely.. or he," she said as an afterthought.
"Yeah sure will."
"Yeah and like I hope the pregnancy goes well because you know what pregnant women go through."
"Me and Jared are always safe though. Like I think Jared would be like totally happy if we were having a child but come on! I'm like sevent-."
Before she had the chance to finish, I darted up out of my seat and ran for the toilet upstairs. Throwing up once I reached it.
I heard Kim's light footsteps run up the stairs after me. but what was I supposed to tell her? That I had eaten something that didn't agree with me. Or that I was just randomly nauseous? But I needed to talk to someone about it.
Kim and I had grown close over the months. So I guess I could tell her. however didn't she say she was too young to be pregnant? What would she think of me then? I decided to just push those thoughts away.
I would tell her the truth.
"Fay are you okay?," she asked worriedly as I brushed my teeth.
I nodded, rinsing my mouth out, "I'll tell you in a sec, wait for me in the living room."
"Okay," she replied before heading back down the stairs.
I hadn't realized how horrible I looked until I saw my reflection in the mirror then. The perfect word to describe how I looked had got to be retched. The bags under my eyes were unflattering and my face looked a sickly pale.
Not as bad as Paul's of course.
"Oh Paul, I miss you so much," I whimpered, leaning against the sink.
And I did. I missed him terrible. Just like the morning of the fight, I could still smell him everywhere. Even in this bathroom. His aftershave and cologne invading my nostrils.
Everything still reminded me of him too. One glimpse at the bathtub through the reflection of the mirror and memories clouded my brain.
It was an unusually warm morning and I had decided to get up early for a morning jog by First Beach. Not wanting to wake Paul up, I slipped out of the bed carefully and tip toed out of the room into the bathroom.
I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when Paul strode in, clad in a pair of boxers. He mumbled a 'morning' to me before turning on the shower. I had stopped brushing my teeth a moment, watching him.
He seemed to know my attention was focused on him only because he dropped his boxers to the ground and stepped into the shower. Under the gushing warm water. Causing my jaw to drop and my eyes to widen.
His body was god like. Glistening under the water and running his hands through his hair, smirking. He looked over his shoulder at me then and smiled. His pearl whites making my knees weak. His eyes mischievous.
"You're not going to just stand there are you?," he asked.
I giggled, dropping my toothbrush into the sink. I'd finish that off later…
I shook my head then, the tears once again streaming down my face. Remembering things didn't make anything better, it just made things worse. So with one last look in the mirror, I exited the bathroom and headed downstairs to a waiting Kim.
"Sorry I took so long," I said, sitting next to her on the sofa.
"Nah that's okay," she smiled, "So what was it you wanted to tell me?."
I gulped, "It's about me and Paul."
I had her full attention now, "What about you guys?."
"I… I..," I didn't know how to tell her.
"You what? It's okay Fay," she said, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, "I'm here for you."
I met her eyes then, "I didn't take the pill.. on Saturday. I was afraid that if anything happened to Paul," I sniffled, "I wanted to have his baby at least."
She smiled sympathetically at me, "And so you're afraid that you're going to be pregnant soon?."
I nodded, "Not that I don't want the baby, I'm afraid of Paul's reaction… if he makes it through."
"Fay," she rubbed my shoulder, "He will be so happy, you have no idea! You should have seen Sam's face when Emily broke the news to him. I have never seen him as happy as he was that day."
I smiled, "Really? Because Paul is only seventeen, well eighteen in a while but you know…"
She chuckled, "The pack are all twenty five years old. And always will be if they don't stop phasing. So look at it that way. He's a grown man."
I hugged her then, "You're right Kimmy. Thanks."
"It's no problem at all," she said hugging me back.
When we both pulled away, I asked her something, "If I do get pregnant.. what will you think of me?."
"I'll think of you as the strongest woman I have ever known and I'll know that you and Paul will make fantastic parents," she smiled.
"You're way too kind,".
"Oh the flattery!," she giggled, "I'm just being honest. I love you Fay, you're the greatest best friend a girl could ever have and I support all your decisions."
We hugged again before Kim said she had to leave, telling me her father would hunt her down. Literally.
So I said goodbye to her before heading upstairs to take a shower.
Kim really was a sweetheart. She never said a bad word about me and we had never gotten into a fight. I knew that she'd always be there if I needed a shoulder to lean on and after tonight I knew she'd stand by me.
I owed her so much.
After taking a quick shower, I headed into our bedroom and threw a couple of Paul's shorts into a bag. Cut offs would be uncomfortable but his shorts were thin and comfy looking so I stuck with them.
I just prayed he'd be okay soon.
"Dr. Cullen said Paul is healing faster than before," Sam informed me as he leaned against the doorway.
I was knelt by the bed, holding Paul's hand to my lips, "How?."
"Dunno, it's good news though right?," he smiled, "You can you know.. lie with him if you want, his wounds are almost healed."
My face broke into a smile, "Really?."
"Yep. I'll catch you later," he winked before closing the door.
This was probably the best news I'd heard in a ages. This time yesterday, Kim and I were having a glass of juice in our kitchen while Paul lay here. But today he was healing and although he still hadn't woken up, I was thrilled.
I stood up and pulled the sheet away from his body. It seemed to have regained some of its color back, just like his face and I was happy with that. I noticed he was sweating though and wondered if that were normal. He hadn't sweat before.
Grabbing the sheet, I wiped the sweat away and blew cool air onto his chest in an attempt to cool him down. I knew it wouldn't work though. His body temperature was too high to even notice my cool breath on it.
Sighing, I threw the sheet down the end of the bed and crawled in next to Paul. Pressing my cheek against his chest like I usually do. I wrapped my arms around him carefully, holding him close to me. Reveling in his warmth. The warmth I had missed so much.
And just like that, I fell into a peaceful sleep.
It was sometime during the night when I awoke, shaking. At first I opened my eyes and wondered what was wrong with me. But then it became clear to me that I wasn't the one shaking but Paul was.
My head snapped up from his chest to meet his eyes. They were half open but when they connected with mine. They widened. Suddenly, before I had the chance to scream and jump for joy. To kiss Paul all over and tell him I love him. His arm which wasn't broken, wrapped around my waist and crushed me to him.
"F-Fay," he choked out, his voice so weak.
"Paul!," I whimpered as I started to cry out of happiness into his chest. My tears spilling over.
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe he had come back to me. After a whole week without him I wasn't sure what to expect. But here he was, alert and healing. The relief my body felt at that moment was indescribable.
I could've cried all night long but I wouldn't waste my time. He was awake now and I wasn't going to waste any minute of it on anything but him.
He was still shaking though.
I looked up at him to find his eyes closed once again, "Paul? Paul are you awake? Oh please tell me you're awake. Don't leave me again, please," I begged, taking his face in my hands.
His eyes opened slightly, "I love you Fay," his voice barely above a whisper, "I'll never leave you."
Relief washed over me before I attacked his face, his torso, his whole body, each and every part of him with kisses. I told him I loved him over and over again and saw a hint of a smile on his plump lips.
"Is there something wrong honey? Are you cold?," I asked him.
His shaking subsided slightly, "T-Too warm."
"Do you want me to wipe you down with a cool cloth?."
I rolled off of him then for a moment, "I have to tell everyone you're awake okay."
He nodded again slowly before I ran out of the room and called Sam and Emily, telling them Paul was awake. Of course Sam ran off to tell the pack while Emily ran up the stairs and wrapped Paul up in a big hug.
She hugged me then, silent tears trickling down her cheeks. Emily knew how bad it was for me, hell I was in her house twenty four seven. And appreciated her concern and everything she had done for me.
She really was a great person.
The pack barged into the room seconds later, hugging their brother and offering kind words while I ran a cloth over his forehead to cool him down. It was a beautiful sight to see them all happy together. Just like a family.
Once they had all left, I was in the middle of wiping down the sweat that formed on his chest when I felt his shaky hand cup my cheek, rubbing his thumb over the tears that had escaped my eyes.
"Don't cry," he said softly. His voice a little clearer than before.
I smiled, "I'm just so relieved. You have no idea."
"What day," he swallowed, "Is it?."
Shock ran over his face, "Thursday?."
"Yeah.. I was afraid you wouldn't come back to me," I whispered, running the cloth over his arms now.
He smiled weakly, "I-I'll make it up to you."
I chuckled, "You already have."
A week after Paul had woken up he still wasn't strong enough to get up and walk. But I didn't mind, as long as he was healing that was all that mattered.
Dr. Cullen had come to see him and surprisingly Paul was full of praise for the vampire, thanking him for his help. I was shocked at first because none of the pack particularly liked the Cullen's. However later Paul told me that if it weren't for Dr. Cullen, him and I wouldn't have reunited. So he was forever thankful.
It was a Friday today and I had just finished up in school. Our finals were close, only two weeks away. Kim of course was freaking out as she wasn't doing too well in History but one simple 'you'll do great' from Jared and she was floating on air.
Gotta love that couple.
We said a goodbye to each other then and I headed home. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face the past week. I was so unbelievably happy that Paul was doing okay. I would go see him every day after school until eight o'clock due to tons of homework.
But Paul didn't mind. He was happy enough with the four hours we spent chatting and cuddling. Yesterday he had told me he wanted to go home. Sam didn't agree with it though, telling him he was better off just waiting until he was fully healed.
The pack and I also learned what had happened to Paul the morning of the fight.
It turned out he had been fighting off a newborn, a tricky one may I add when it just disappeared from his sight. So he ran on all fours after it when he came across the newborn again along with another leech.
So they attacked.
And Paul being the powerful werewolf he is, managed to destroy them. But he had been hurt badly, his head throbbed with the pain of it being crushed into a tree trunk. So he passed out and somehow during the time the pack were searching for him, his body had phased back to its human state.
All I could do was tell him how happy I was to have him back.
So here I was, fidgeting in my jeans pocket for the keys into the house. With a sigh of relief, I found them and unlocked the door, stepping inside.
Today I would have to wait till later to visit Paul. I had piles of homework and essays to finish off. So typical of them to assign all of that when I literally needed to get to him. I couldn't wait to finally graduate.
I headed into the living room and turned my school bag upside down, letting all its contents fall to the floor. I was definitely not in the mood for it but the sooner I did it, the sooner I'd see Paul.
Sprawling myself out on the carpet, I began with my English homework.
"Need any help with that?," a familiar husky voice asked, scaring the life out of me.
"Paul!," I shrieked. Running to him as he stood by the doorway, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He chuckled, kissing the top of my head, "Thought I was fit enough to head home and surprise you."
I unwrapped my arms from around his neck and took his hands in mine, gazing up at him, "You have no idea how happy I am right now!."
He leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on the side of my mouth, "I could say the same."
"I love you Paul, so so much."
"I," he kissed my lips then, "Love you too baby."
Baby. It brought one word to my mind.
"What's the matter?," he asked.
I shook my head, "Nothing, just thinking is all."
I couldn't tell him what I had done yet. It was too soon. I just wanted to enjoy this moment of having Paul back and not be disturbed with thoughts of pregnancy. Like I said, it's not that I don't want the child, I do. But it wasn't negotiated between Paul and I so I was nervous.
I took a step back from him then, looking him up and down. He was wearing a black vest along with a pair of grey shorts. He was barefoot as usual but all in all he looked fantastic. Not a scratch on him. He was completely and fully healed. His hair had been shaved off though as he had a bald patch.
To be honest I preferred him with hair but I wouldn't complain, it would grow back. As long as I had him here with me I was happy.
"So," he grinned, running his hand down my arm, "How about I make it up to you?."
I blushed, "I've got l-lots of homework."
He bit his lip, "You sure you want to miss out on this wonderful opportunity?."
"Umm…," I trailed off. Supposedly thinking it through.
"Come on," he whispered huskily, pressing his body against mine, "I know you want it as much as I do."
I giggled, "I was feeling a little lonely for the past two weeks."
He crushed his lips to mine then, reaching for my legs and wrapping them around his waist, "I promise this will be worth the wait."
And then we were off. Me squealing like a child on Christmas and Paul carrying me up the stairs like a maniac.
I had never felt so fulfilled after that night.
1 Month Later
Paul, Jared, Kim and I had all graduated just two weeks beforehand. It had to be one of the best days of my life knowing that school wouldn't be in the way anymore. And that Paul and I could get married without the thought of doing homework.
Kim and Jared had been quite emotional about it though. They had spent so many good times in that school which had them quite sad. Kim was crying which hadn't surprised me in the least. I did feel sorry for her though. A lot of people liked her.
Paul on the other hand was delighted.
He had gotten himself a job at the local mechanics down the road and things just seemed to flow from there.
Like Kim had suggested in my kitchen once. I should look for a job in Forks as there weren't many jobs available in La Push. But I felt that now wasn't the time for me to start working. After all I had the wedding coming up and Paul's birthday.
However Kim had me in the local store right now, handing me three different types of pregnancy tests.
"Try them when you get home. I'd go in with you but Paul's there and you know how it is with the werewolf hearing and all. So just do your thing in the bathroom and let me know how it turned out alright? I promise you everything will be good," she smiled.
So I listened to Kim and bought the pregnancy tests. Running out of the store as fast as I could before anyone saw what I had. I noticed Kim laughing at me as she headed home but I just rolled my eyes, hopped into the car and hoped everything would turn out fine.
I mightn't even be pregnant after all.
But of course that thought flew out the window when I checked all three of the pregnancy tests and it turned out that I was indeed. Pregnant.
I sat on the edge of the bathtub for a while, biting my nails. Wondering how Paul would take the news and played out different types of scenarios in my head. He wouldn't be mad though would he?
"Paul," I said slowly, entering the living room. He seemed to be watching the game.
"What's up honey," he asked, his eyes meeting mine for a second before drifting back to the TV.
"I eh.. have some," I scratched the back of my neck, "N-News for you."
"Cool what is it?," he asked, eyes still on the TV.
I sat down next to him on the sofa, "I need you to listen to me."
He nodded, still watching the game, "Sure, I'm listening."
I gulped, "Paul."
He frowned then, giving me his full attention. His eyes scanning my face, "What is it Fay? Are you alright?."
I nodded, "I'm fine."
"Then what is it honey?," he took my hands in his, "Tell me."
He dropped my hands then as though they had burned him and stared wide eyed at me, "W-What?," he stuttered.
"We're having a baby Paul. I'm so sorry if this upset you, I'm rea-."
I was wrapped up in his arms then as he kissed my neck, "Don't you dare apologize Fay! You have no idea how happy I am right now."
I pulled away from him, staring up into his eyes, "You're not mad?."
"Absolutely not! I'm going to be a father, that's every werewolf's dream," he smiled with his tear filled eyes.
I sighed with relief, "Werewolf eh?."
He chuckled, "Yeah we all dream of our imprint bearing our children, raising them, carrying on the genes you know?."
I smiled, "Really? How come you never told me that before?."
He shrugged, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks, "I guess I was a little embarrassed."
"Aw Paul, I never knew you wanted this," I gestured to my tummy.
"Yeah well," his hands touched my abdomen, "Now you do. So I was wondering how exactly you got pregnant. You're on the pill after all."
"I skipped a day… the day of the fight. I was afraid you wouldn't make it back so I wanted a part of you.. growing inside of me."
I looked down at his hand on my tummy then, too shy to look up at him. But he wasn't having any of it. He tilted my chin up, his beautiful lust filled eyes smoldering into mine, "That's one of the most wonderful things you have ever ever done for me Fay."
A tear rolled down my cheek, "You'll make such a good father."
He leaned in, kissing away my tear, "And you'll make such a good mother."
His full lips claimed mine then. Our lips moving together in perfect unison. My hands wrapped around his neck as his hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer to his warm muscular body. He began sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, causing me to moan.
My tongue skimmed his plump bottom lip as his mouth opened, our tongues intertwining. His kisses became more passionate then as he pressed me into him, moaning into my mouth at the sensation.
His lips left my mouth then, trailing kisses along my jaw bone, "You know what?," he murmured.
"What," I breathed as he began nipping at my neck.
"You'll be a pregnant bride and nobody will even notice."
I giggled, "You will though."
"I notice," he took a deep breath as he stared down between us, "A lot of things about you, like how much you want me right now," he winked.
I rolled my eyes, "Werewolves and their senses."
"Come on," he smiled, taking my hand and pulling me off the sofa, "Let's have some fun at First Beach. We can go swimming."
"Why the sudden change of attitude? Sexy to fun?."
He laughed, "Because I wear sexy at nighttime and well it's only three o'clock right now so we should go for a swim."
I shook my head at him, "You're insane you know that?."
"That's why you love me," he replied before we ran upstairs to change.
I smiled remembering last month and how well it had all turned out. It was such an emotional time for me with graduating and my pregnancy. But they were only the buildup to what was occurring now.
My nerves were all over the place as Kim, Emily, Paul's mother and my mother fidgeted around with my dress. I was shaking which didn't help Kim as she applied just a little more lip gloss on my lips.
I couldn't believe how fast the months had flown by.
"Are you ready?," Emily asked, smiling excitedly at me.
"Yes. I've never been more ready in my life."
Because waiting outside along with everyone on First Beach was the love of my life.
And I was going to marry him.
A/N: Yep the end of The Truth You Hide. Of course I'm writing a sequel soon so I hope you all read it and believe me things are going to get crazy! Haha, well I've got a few ideas anyway. So guys thank you for sticking with me through this story. I really hoped you all liked the ending.
Oh and don't forget to check the One Shot! It's called Bittersweet ;)