𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄 , 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦

𝘚𝘐𝘟𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕

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╰┈➤ 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦 ▏𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

ANNABEL LEANED ON THE COUNTER, TRYING HER BEST TO HIDE HER SMILE AS SHE WATCHED PAUL WORK.

With every movement, she watched as his muscles contracted and moved; how his whole was put into everything he did.

Of course, Paul wasn't stupid. The way her heartbeat would race after every step he would take to fix the car was key enough to just what he was doing to her and he loved every second of it.

With a grin, he finally stood up, using one of the rags he had to wipe off his face. "You holding up alright, Summers?"

Her face contorted when she realized he had caught her off guard, "Wha — What? Yeah. Are you?"

"Oh, I'm doing just fine. Though, with how carefully you were watching me just now, I'm sure you could deduce that yourself." Grinned Paul.

A blush fell onto Annabel's cheeks at his words. She had been trying to remain calm so he wouldn't hear but of course, his shifter hearing always caught her. "Shut up."

Proud of himself, Paul walks over to the girl with a smirk. When she looks up at him with a smile, the boy is quickly reminded of what Sam told him.

The Alpha of the pack had informed Paul that she had to know about the imprinting sooner rather than later. To Paul, that meant immediately. So, with his nerves in his ass, he cleared his throat.

"There's, uh, there's something I gotta tell you," he started. When a frown overtook her face, he grimaced. Great start. "It's nothing bad, I swear."

"Oh," she said, a smile returning, "why didn't you start with that, silly."

"Sorry," he mumbled. Fiddling with his hands, Paul's eyes met hers once more, "what do you know about imprinting?"

A confused laugh escaped Annabel's lips at his odd words, "Uh, it's something baby ducks do? To their mothers and to humans they take a liking to."

"Okay, good to know you know that," he sighed, "It's also something we do."

"You imprint on your mother's?"

"What? No!" Paul chuckled, grabbing the blondes hands in his, "Imprinting for us is more intimate. Like, gravity no longer holds you down, she does. She is now what's import to you. Whether she needs to be a protector, a friend, a lover or whatever it might be, you'll be there."

Bel nodded her head. Still slightly confused, she furrowed her brows, "So, what about it?"

"I imprinted on you." Admitted Paul.

With wide eyes, Bel looked far more confused. "Wait, what's that mean for us?"

Finally feeling a little more confident, Paul smiled at the girl, "It means whatever you want it to. I'd hope after our few dates and you staring at me like a piece of meat while I work—,"

"Shut up!" Annabel swatted at the man, a smile on her lips.

With a slight smirk, he continued, "—that it's the last one."

As his words settled in, Bel's eyes got wider and wider. While she was hoping something more would come out of what they had, she wasn't sure if Paul wanted the same thing.

Yes, Caroline joked about same day weddings and Paul and Annabel babies, but that was just a hope from both of the sisters. It wasn't concrete.

Her wide eyes and shocked lips finally morphed into a fond smile, "I think I'd like that."

All tension in the shifters shoulder immeasurably decreased, "So, now that the whole supernatural aspect of it is out of the way, time for the real thing; Annabel Claire Summers, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

Bel nodded her head profusely, excitement coursing through her veins at his question, "Oh, Paulie, I'd be honored!"

"Paulie?" A grimace overtook his lips at the nickname.

Annabel shrugged, "Everyoje else in my life has a funky nickname, now that you're my boyfriend, you need one."

"I hate it."

"That's the point, honey."

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"Oh, she'd slaughter you if you got that brand."

Antonio groaned for the third time before lifting himself off the ground once again. With a smirk on her lips, Annabel walked past him and straight to the correct shampoo Caroline gets.

"You couldn't just tell me the kind?" Toni asked, aggravation evident in his tone.

She shrugged her shoulders with a laugh, "Oh, but that would ruin the fun, Antonia,"

Putting the soap in the cart, Bel sauntered off to their next location. Annabel and Antonio were on grocery shopping duties since Caroline had to work. To say it was going tragically would be an understatement.

"Antonio," He corrected with an eye roll.

"I like Antonia better. Sounds more classy; more worthy of my big sissy."

"It sounds like a girl," Deadpanned Antonio.

Annabel beamed at him as they reached the toiletries, "Precisely my point."

Scratching off what they had already gotten, Annabel reached for some toilet paper. Antonio placed a hand on his chest, "You wound me,"

Bel giggled at his words, placing the item in the cart before crossing off yet another thing, "I think you'll suffice."

"How many more things do we have? We've been here for the past hour," Antonio jutted out his lip, his pouting evident.

Looking down at the list, Annabel laughed, "We've only finished, like, half the list."

"You're joking," he gawked when she showed the list to him, "how much does this woman need? And you used to do this on your own? Woah."

"Just think, lover boy," Bel reached down to grab the last of the granola bars, "you'll be doing a lot of this in your future. Alone."

"We'll get a butler."

A howl of laughter elicited from Annabel's lips, her eyes gleaming at his words, "A butler? Yeah, okay."

"We will!" He grinned, "me and her will be better off than you and Lahote,"

Knowing it was only teasing, Annabel shook her head with a smile, "Yeah, sure. Keep tellin' yourself that, Cullen."

"I will. And proudly."

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[ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 ! ]

i love antonio and annabel's relationship. they're so cute!!

also, paul and annabel are officially a thing! paulie is up and running!!!!