CULLENS || TWLGHT OS 01

Paul Lahote | Not Jealous

By : pennylanefics | Tumblr

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"Hey (Y/N), can you get the muffin's out of the oven?" Emily yells to you from across the house. Since you were sitting at the kitchen table, you get up and do so for her. She returns to the kitchen minutes later.

"Are they done?" She wonders.

"I think so. Nothing came off the pick when I stuck it in. They should be fine," you tell her. She then begins making the icing for them while you grab your book and go to the guest room for some quiet time.

The boys were out for the day, patrolling and taking care of business. The vampire they were hunting was back, so they've been out a lot more. Due to this, you've been spending a lot of time with Emily, being Paul's imprint and all, it was nice to have someone within the pack to spend your days with besides him.

However, sometimes, you need time for yourself, so you usually go to the guest room and lay down.

Today, your peace was interrupted by a loud truck pulling up to Emily's house. It wasn't a sound you recognized, so you quickly ran out to the living room to see what was going on.

Embry and Jared grab a couple muffins off of the tray Emily placed them on, taking a seat at the table. A girl around your age stood in the doorway awkwardly. You look between Emily, Embry, and Jared with a questioning look.

"Who's this?" Embry smirks at you, then looks at Bella.

"This is Bella Swan. She's friends with Jacob." You nod and back away, wanting to ignore the laugh that Embry and Jared share. You look at Embry one last time, and he shakes his head, as if to say 'don't worry about it'.

Just then, Sam walks in, going right to Emily. They share a few kisses, and as they do, Jacob and Paul enter. Paul walks right to the table and grabs a muffin.

"Sorry," he says half-heartedly to Bella, a cheeky smirk on his face. He turns back to grab a muffin, but you, standing in between the kitchen and living room, catch his eye. His smile widens as he gets up, forgetting about his muffin immediately.

"Hey you," he greets, wrapping his arms around your waist. He kisses you, just like Sam did with Emily.

"What happened? What are you saying sorry for?" You wonder. Paul sighs and looks back at the group. Jacob and Bella were chatting with the others.

"Bella slapped me and got me angry, leading me to shift in front of her," he explains. Anger bubbles inside of you and you push past Paul, beginning to lunge at Bella. The pack senses what's going to happen, and Paul grabs you as quick as he can while Jacob drags Bella out of the house and away from you.

"Don't ever fucking slap my boyfriend again!" You scream as she climbs into her truck with Jake. "Fucking bitch, running away from the problem." The pack laughs at your reaction and Paul brings you back into his chest.

"My jealous princess," he whispers in your ear. He presses kisses from your ear to your nose before letting you go.

He grabs two muffins and a couple napkins, walking back over to you. Your hand grabs onto his strong bicep and he guides you to the guest room, knowing that's where you were resting before he arrived.

Stepping into the room, he closes the door and plops down on the bed. You move your book to the bedside table and lay beside him, up against the headboard.

"Why did she slap you? And why were you the one to say sorry when she should?" You ask him after taking a few bites from your muffin.

"She knows that we're wolves now. But before I transformed before her, she didn't know exactly what was going on. She just knew something was going on with Jacob, and figured it had something to do with us."

"So she pushed her way into finding your secret out?" You turn your head to your boyfriend, and he shrugs.

"Not exactly. I don't think she meant to, but when she slapped me for laughing when she told us Jake was scared of us, I got so fucking angry. No one touches me and gets away with it. Besides you." He leans over and kisses your neck, grabbing your muffin from you and setting it on top of your book; his was gone already.

He kisses all over your neck and face, making you giggle loudly.

"My princess. My jealous, jealous princess," he whispers in your ear after he stops. Your legs circle around his waist to keep him on top of you. He leans on his hands to look down at you.

"I'm not jealous. No one touches my boyfriend and gets away with it," you repeat his words. He chuckles and kisses you deeply.

"I so would have let you attack her. I love seeing you so overprotective of me," he mumbles against your lips.

"You're my soulmate. If I find out someone put their hands on you like she did, of course I'm not going to be happy. And I wish you would have let me."

"There's no need to start shit, though. Jacob still isn't too happy about being in the pack and it would've made things worse." Paul crawls off of you and falls next to you, pulling you into him as he does. Your face nuzzles into his neck, sighing at the warmth that takes over you, as usual.

"Still. She deserved a slap herself," you mumble to yourself. Paul laughs and presses his lips to your forehead.

"Alright, babe. Whatever you say."