Just a little epilogue to my favorite story. :)

"Um...Dick," I said, smiling in triumph.

"Egghead," Paul said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Weak," I laughed. "Fucktart."

"Weird," he said, smirking at me. "Goon."




"What the hell are you two doing?" Embry asked, walking into the room and pausing mid-bite into a sandwich to give us a scowl.

"Thinking of insults in alphabetical order," Paul stated.

"Oh of course, how silly of me to ask," he said, rolling his eyes and plopping into the loveseat.

"Be careful of the furniture, that bad boy is new," Paul chastised, giving Embry a threatening look.

I smiled, squeezing Paul's hand, whose warmth still surprised me, even after a year. He was so protective of everything he had managed to buy for his apartment—including the hunk of orange mess he called a couch. Even he managed to drape himself in napkins when he was inhaling something or other on it.

"Walk with me?" Paul asked, getting to his feet and pulling me up before I could answer.

I followed him down the stairs you had to trek up every time you wanted to get into the front room. They were the ugliest shade of yellow, like sunset blended with vomit, when he moved in but a weekend of tearing and shredding (on the boys part) had uncovered a nice wood that was cool under my bare feet.

"It's getting a little cold, you wanna grab a jacket?" Paul asked before we reached our bright red door.

"I have a heater, thanks," I said, smiling as I grabbed his arm. "It's new—and great. It even makes out with me when I ask."

He smiled, his teeth white and glorious and moving closer before he shut his mouth and pressed his lips against mine. I let out a small breath of air when he lifted me by the waist and pulled me harder to him, but soon lost the surprise and let his warmth and smell drift across and through me.

I'll say one thing—I had grown comfortable with Paul, got used to him in my life, but his kisses still left me dizzy.

When we parted, a minute or two later, my lips were tingling and warm and Paul's eyes were glittering brighter than before.

"I need to stop, or we'll never leave the stairs," he said, grinning and slapping my butt before opening the door.

I rolled my eyes but slipped on the sandals I'd left on the mat and reached behind me, where Paul's hand met mine moments after the sound of the door shutting.

"So what's with the walk?" I asked, heading to the left where the distance between houses began to grow and the forest began to thicken.

"Embry was ruining our moment," Paul said, a small growl in his chest vibrating his throat.

"We were trading insults, it was hardly a moment," I laughed, letting the wind tangle my hair. At least for once it was a breeze—a sign that it was truly Summer.

"Yes, but we didn't finish."

"What were we up to?" I asked, trying to remember.

"K, and I'll go," Paul said, stopping suddenly, causing me to get jerked back momentarily. I rubbed my shoulder and glared at him, but he didn't seem to notice and smiled at me brightly.

"What—you've got one so good we had to stop walking?" I complained, flexing my arm.

"Key," he said, opening his palm and exposing a small object that glittered gold in his coppery hand.

"That's the worst insult I've ever heard," I said, lifting an eyebrow in question.

"It's not an insult. But it does open a door," he said, grinning again. "Namely, mine."


"So move in with me. I know you want to get away from your Aunt, and I already asked your mom—she said she expected it, ever since you started going to college in Port Angeles."

"You asked my mom?" I said, feeling my heart constrict and beat faster at the same time. The blood flowed freely in my ears as Paul slid the key into my almost shaking hand.

"Of course. Your turn, L."

"Um," I said, my mind buzzing too much to wonder why we were continuing the game. "Love."

"Perfect," he said, "Not an insult. But neither was mine."

"So, M," I said, barely registering that my mouth was talking. Why were we still doing this stupid game when we were making life decisions?

"I've got the best one," Paul said, and before I knew it, he was on the ground.

My hands were shaking now. I was glad I kept the key in them, with all the sweat and anxiety that was currently controlling their movements. My mind froze in a good way—the way that I imagined this before, but was still surprised that my thoughts could materialize in front of me.

"Marry me?" Paul asked, now producing another gold object, but this one had a diamond and would look a lot better on my hand.

"Double points for double m," I said stupidly, my gaze stuck on the diamond's small rainbows.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, laughing.

I suddenly noticed, with some annoyance, that the obvious whirlwind occurring in my body was not in his. Or, he was doing very well at concealing it, because he seemed supremely sure and not at all frazzled.

"Aren't you supposed to be nervous?" I asked, swallowing a wad of nerves myself.

"Why? I know you'll say yes."

"Oh, do you?" I asked, almost putting my hands on my hips.

"Yes, you fucking love me," he said, puffing out his chest which looked slightly ridiculous since he was on the ground. "Since the moment you laid eyes on me."

"Don't act so sure," I said, crossing my arms.

He got to his feet and slid the ring onto my finger, kissing both my cheeks.

"So the answer is no?" he asked, giving me his best innocent eyes, which made my stomach flip more than I'd like to admit. Why was he so good-looking? It just wasn't fair.

"I'm afraid so," I said, but my attempt at seriousness was thwarted by my big smile.

"Please? I'm pretty sure I really like you," he said, encasing my waist in his arms and pulling me so his head rested atop my own.

"Well...alright. On one condition."

"What's that?" he asked, his voice echoing against my forehead.

"We're getting rid of that hideous orange couch."

"Dealbreaker," he said instantly.

I laughed and pulled away so I could look up at his face.

"Just kidding," he whispered. "Bertha is gone."

"It still concerns me that you named it."

"Chester can be gone too—the wobbly table you always hit. Who needs furniture? I can seduce you on the floor, we can eat on napkins, have picnics every night, use Embry's back for a table—"

"—Alright, I get it, you really wanna marry me, I don't blame you," I said, kissing him lightly. "You know what?"


"I knew I'd marry you after our first date."

"I knew it," he exclaimed, punching the air. "The guys owe me so much money."

"Don't get a big head."

"It's hard not to, when the prettiest girl I've ever met is wearing my ring," he said, grabbing my hand and kissing my fingers.

"Should we go back?" I asked, smiling as I saw cars begin to pull up to Paul's—no, our, apartment. It didn't surpise me that Emily would no doubt know about all of this, and probably bake for an army.

"Probably. I'll warn you—they're setting up a party as we speak."

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

"Well, she said no," Paul told the group of wolves and ladies, his shoulders slumped and deflated. They were all trading looks between us, so I did my best to look somber as they opened and closed their mouths. "But..." Paul drawled, "then she said yes!"

"They are so fucking weird," Jared mumbled, pressing a hand to his forehead as Kim laughed and hugged his side, and the others let out congratulations.

Emily immediately came to hug both of us, and the guys sent thunderous claps across Paul's back. Even Leah gave me a smile. I noticed Ang hovering in the back and dove for her, so happy that they'd included her—I'd been itching to call her and my mom since we walked in the door.

"Now, we have some time, but I want you all to know I will be accepting applications for best man. I tolerate, no, I encourage bribery," Paul announced, thrusting his arms in the air and grinning while I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"And that's my future husband," I whispered to Ang, watching her lips upturn into a smile at the bustle of everyone crowding around Paul.

"I heard that," Paul said, pointing to his ears as a subtle way of telling me he had unnaturally good hearing, but I just smiled in his direction and he forgot about it when Jared talked at his other side.

"Did you know about this?" I asked Ang, giving her a pointed look.

"Maybe," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders in a conspiratorial way. "I do watch a lot of wedding shows—I'll be a qualified advice giver."

"And a great maid of honor," I said, hooking an arm around her shoulder.

"Really?" she said, her voice hitching with excitement. "I'd love to!"

"Of course, who else?" I said, squeezing her shoulder.

Our eyes drifted slowly to Paul who was smiling and talking in almost every direction. His enthusiasm made my own rise and I grinned just watching him babble about something I couldn't even hear. How had I gone through any sort of life and not known him? NYU even seemed distant now—a feat I would never attempt again was to leave La Push behind.

"You know what's funny?" Ang asked.

"What?" I asked, turning to her instead of the crowd.

"I was supposed to go on a trip with my friends the week you came, and my dad was going to teach me how to change a tire in case," Ang said, smirking. "And then you visited, so I passed with them, and never learned."

"And that's how I met Paul."

"I thought you were crazy for dating him," she admitted, bumping my shoulder.

"I still think I'm crazy for it."

"Well, he's keeping you here," Ang said, smiling. "So I'm happy. And you're happy, so I'm happy. Win-win."

"Yup," I agreed.

"Future wife! I'm over here! Future wife!"

"The term is fiancé," I corrected, laughing at Paul's incessant call.

Ang pushed me forward and I blew her a kiss before threading through heavy claps of congratulation to Paul. He grinned and pulled me to his chest, kissing both of my cheeks and my lips once.

"Neanderthal," Paul whispered in my ear.

I was confused for a moment, before a slow drain of comprehension. The game.

"Old slut."


I paused. Q. Q was a rough one.

"Quasi-prostitute?" I asked.

Paul laughed and I noticed Embry was hovering near us. He had a smile on, but it turned into more of a mask of horror as he eavesdropped.

"Well, I'll say one thing," he said, shaking his head. "You two are gonna make it."

The End! Again. Just thought a little glimpse would be nice. Thanks for reading, as always. I couldn't get the wolves out of my head, so this popped out. I also put up an Embry story, if anyone is interested. Thanks again!