CULLENS || TWLGHT OS 01

Paul Lahote | Happy Sunday

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Domestic life was the life Paul adored. Small house, you and him. A dog, a cat, three fish. Blankets everywhere, even though you didn't need one considering Paul was more than warm enough to provide heat. Plants hung in the sun room, sometimes dead leaves falling to the ground.

Paul was sure to hide the dead leaves before you saw them because it made you sad, and he would go out of his way to make sure a smile rested on your face instead of a frown. Everyone knew he hated when you were upset.

Previously Embry had told you about how his crazy old neighbor shot a squirrel and gutted it in front of him while he was visiting. The mental image of that caused gasp and your heart sank. You were sad for a few minutes while Paul held your hand, rubbing circles on your knuckles. Later when you guys were leaving, Paul punched Embry in the gut.

The wolves always beat up on each other, and it barely hurt the younger wolf, but it was enough to get the message across. Don't say stupid shit that would upset you, or else they have a protective angry wolf to deal with.

Sunday breakfast consisted of you and Paul eating Cheerios on the porch, watching the dog chase the birds. Porch swings were your true love and you guys had one on the porch and one in the yard. It squeaked as Paul stood up, taking your bowl along with his.

You two walked to the sun light kitchen. You began moving the dishes out of the sink and turned on the water, waiting for it to get hot enough to put the plug and soap in. Paul sat on the counter beside the sink so that he could talk to you.

"I was thinking that today, after this, we could maybe take a hike in the woods and maybe later work in the garden?" You said, putting the plug and soap in.

Paul smiled at how utterly and naturally beautiful you were. Hair thrown up with a yellow bandana pushing it away from the soft skin of your face.

"Thought you wanted to paint today?" He asked, nudging your side playfully with his foot.

You laughed as you moved your hip away from his reach, "I can always paint. It's a beautiful day, and we can't afford to waste it. Unless you don't want to go on a hike?"

Paul shook his head no immediately, "Of course I do, just wanna make sure that's one hundred percent what you want. Our free day is yours to pick, sweets"

You hummed quietly, washing the spoon of and putting in the strainer, "If I get tired, you'll carry me back right?"

Paul jumped off the counter, tan toned arms around your midsection withing milliseconds. His lips ghosted against your ear, sending shivers down her spine in the best way possible. Being around Paul would always make you feel this way.

"Can I carry you anyway?"

You melt agaisnt him with a small smile on your face. Paul always teased you about how he could have you in his arms for the rest of his life and wouldn't need anything more. Unfortunately, sometimes his embrace became too warm due to the 108° the wolves were always at.

"No, Paul. Hiking means..hiking. Not getting carried the whole time. I wanted to be able to walk to the nature well and get some fresh water to bring back. Store water doesn't taste as refreshing. "

It was Paul's turn to laugh, "And who is gonna carry the water jug back?"

You smiled sheepishly as you turned around, soap clinging to your hands, "I was thinking, you know, I have this really strong guy I know. Really handsome. Maybe he could?"

Paul playfully rolled his eyes, "I'll carry it. As long as you play with my hair before we go to sleep tonight."

His so called compromise was not a compromise at all. Late at night the two of you would be tangled together in the middle of the bed, but no matter how you laid, your hand would be in his hair. Thick jet black locks twirled around your fingers in the moonlight. Content sounds would come out from his mouth, nuzzling closer at the feeling.

You like it too because his hair was so soft and it put you to sleep at the same time. Not like his hand was rubbing soothing patterns on the skin of your sensitive hip anyways.

"Deal."