New Cullen

Chapter 8

Sophia POV

I awoke in his bed, my heart fluttered when I caught sight of him. He was shirtless, I knew he went to patrol after last night so I didn't want to wake him.

I got out of his warm sheets, tiptoeing through his creaky house to use the bathroom. Standing on my two feet, my stomach flipped. I babyburped in my mouth(a little puke) but forced it back down my throat.

My nerves have made me vomit before, and I was so nervous last night I should've been vomiting the whole time, so I pushed the feeling away. Using the bathroom, I put my dress back on again. I was definitely sore, but besides that glowing completely.

Having sex with someone is glorifying, but having sex with your soulmate is unbelievably incredible. It's like I saw a whole new side of him last night, a side I would never not want to see.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my head pounded and my stomach ached but my face was smiling. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how his warm skin felt on mine, how he groaned my name orgasming.

Everything was perfect now, he was all I needed. I smiled again thinking of these actions, I bit my lip and laughed.

Suddenly, my stomach cramped up. I gasped for air as vomit flew up my throat and out my mouth. I threw up all over the sink and counter, I told myself, my eyes closed.

I felt another wave of nausea run up my stomach and I opened my eyes for a split second to see I was vomiting up blood.

Red liquid was on the mirror, and sink. Dripping onto the floor, everywhere and I made it just in time to puke up more blood into and around the toilet.

I gasped for more air as my air tubes were cut off by continuous pukes. Suddenly a warm hand ran down my back, pulling hair from my face and tying it back.

"Paul," I swallowed, having enough air for a sentence, "I'm sorry,"

"Don't be sorry," He rubbed my back gently.

We sat in silence for a few extra moments and my breath slowed.

"You good?" Paul asked carefully.

I nodded, using toilet paper to wipe up my mouth and the mess I made.

He left, to get me new clothes and be decided by himself to take me home. He doesn't want me to feel uncomfortable here while I'm sick.

I swished water around in my mouth, a little mouth wash to get rid of the metallic taste of blood.

My head was still pounding as he handed me clothes.

"Nerves," I assured him, his face displayed worry, "Thanks,"

"Are you sure your good?" he looked very concerned.

I shrugged, "Probably just a bug,"

He nodded, still unconvinced but not wanting to start an argument.

I changed into his sweats, which had adjusters so the pants fit, and a lose shirt that hung around my pale body.

I turned around, Paul was standing in the doorway with his jaw hanging.

"What?" I asked him.

He lifted the shirt from my stomach, there were bruises and popped veins circling around my belly button which was a shade of blue.

This reminded me of the scratches I gave him, and I forced him to turn around. Bloody scabs were in rows along his perfect muscular back.

"I'm so sorry," I covered my mouth.

"They don't even hurt," he said, "Your stomach. Does it hurt?"

"I feel like throwing up, but that's about all the pain I feel," I assured him.

"What did I do?" he grumbled angrily to himself.

"Really, Paul, I'm fine. Last night was the best night of my entire life," I told him honestly.

"We gotta take you back," He ignored me.

"Why are you doing this? I'm perfectly fine," I pushed the subject.

"You're not fine! You were throwing up blood Sophia!" he yelled, his nostrils flared.

"Paul I drink blood, blood is in my system yeah if I'm sick I'm gonna throw up what I eat,"

"It's not normal for that to happen to
your stomach," he yelled.

"Would you stop yelling?! We can figure it out, Carlisle is a doctor."

"I can't stop yelling because I'm freaking out on the inside because I can't lose you," he yelled again.

"You won't lose me," I told him grabbing his arm softly.

"You don't know that," he grumbled.

"This isn't exactly how I thought you would act after last night," I said honestly.

"Look I'm sorry alright? I just," he stopped himself, "Your the only thing I care about. I can't freaking lose you,"

"You won't lose me, I promise," I kissed his cheek.

He looked down, "We should go,"

This was going to go no where. He carried me the whole way back to my place, insisting I would puke again if I walked.

We entered my house, nerves were kicking in again. My stomach did another flip and I raced off Paul's back and ran to puke again.

"What did you do to her," Mom got in his face.

"I didn't do anything," Paul challenged

"They had sex," Edward said simply, sitting back to watch the show.

"What?!?" Mom yelled again her eyes turning from golden to red.

She charged for Paul, grabbing his skin harshly. I ran from the bathroom, blood running down my chin and neck.

"Stop fighting," I struggled to say.

Carlisle cut in, "What's going on?"

Mom stopped to stare at me. Paul stopped also and it was silent.

"We had sex. I woke up this morning throwing up blood." I told him, wiping my arm along my face.

He blinked shocked.

I turned to my parents who were also in shock, "I'm so sorry, but I love him." I apologized.

Mom stormed off, to cool down so she didn't rip Paul's head off.

"It's okay princess," my dad comforted me, "We all know what the feeling is like, we don't blame you. Your mom just doesn't favor the whole werewolf thing,"

I gave him a weak smile.

"Well, we're gonna have to monitor you the next couple days," Carlisle said.

I nodded again. Paul watched me carefully, he seemed sad and he was blaming himself.

I shook my head at him, I was going to get through this like any other normal human with the flu.