Chapter 40

Amaya wasn't happy.

Paul could feel her apprehension and chuckled softly, reaching over to take her hand, only for her to pull away. "Would you stop worrying?" He demanded, not believing how stubborn his imprint was being. "I told you you're going to love where I'm taking you."

"I hate surprises." Amaya grunted, folding her arms in front of her chest, not amused. "They make me nervous." Not to mention this particular day wasn't one that Amaya cared for, especially with everything that happened lately.

She had no idea that Paul figured out when her birthday was because Amaya refused to tell him. He only knew she was underage and couldn't take over the McTavian house, which is why the bank had to foreclose on it. Amaya wasn't overly worried about losing the house and accepted Paul's offer to stay with her until either she got on her feet or decided to just stay with him permanently. Somehow, Amaya knew she would eventually tell him she wasn't going anywhere, but keeping him in suspense was amusing.

So, Paul did a little sneaking around in her boxes, found her birth certificate and immediately went to Emily to start planning a surprise birthday party. She was turning eighteen, that was a big one in Paul's eyes, so he wanted to do something extra special for her. Emily was more than happy to oblige and together they began scheming, trying to figure out what the perfect party would be for Amaya. With her style and the type of woman she was, it definitely wasn't going to be one of Emily's parties she usually threw every couple months.

When Paul told her they were going out for the evening and to dress her best, Amaya immediately became skeptical of him. He stopped asking her about her birthday two months prior so Amaya immediately nixed the idea of him doing something for it. That didn't stop her from wondering what Paul had up his sleeve, but reluctantly did what he asked. Amaya was going to cut Paul's sex supply off completely if she didn't enjoy whatever he had planned.

She decided on a dress that was a dark blood red that matched the freshly dyed streaks in her hair and had black lace images all over it. It had three-quarter flowing sleeves with a V shaped neckline, an arced tunic-length hemline and fit her curvaceous body nicely. Since it was still cold and snowing outside, Amaya wore black velvet leggings that kept her legs warm with the dress and black knee high boots on her feet that had dark red fur around the top of them and inside to keep her feet even warmer.

Her nails were freshly done as well in dark red with black tips and she had a black velvet choker around her neck that matched the leggings, which also had a dark red oval stone attached to it. Deep violet eyes were outlined in black eyeliner that had an Egyptian style to them along with dark red eye shadow to bring them out even more. Her lips were painted in a dark red gloss –Amaya hated lipstick and tried avoiding it at all costs, only using it a number of times in her life- and she had oval shaped dark red earrings dangling from her ears that matched the choker.

That was about as dressed up as Amaya ever got.

Paul had gotten used to Amaya's different style and found it arousing, especially when she wore those leggings that hugged her beautiful legs, thighs and ass perfectly. He just wanted to reach out and grab a handful every time she wore them, smirking at the thought. His blood boiled even more, if that was possible, when she wore fishnet stockings with her knee high boots. It was the sexist look on a woman Paul ever saw and he actually showed her how much he appreciated those fishnet stockings on more than a few occasions. He wasn't surprised that she had them in every single color available either, it just made her that much more unique and beautiful to him.

Emily had requested that everyone dress up a little for the surprise party. Paul decided on a short sleeved dark green shirt that fit him like a second skin and looked as though it would bust off of him at any moment. Instead of his regular cargo shorts he usually wore, Paul had on a nice pair of Khaki pants, which was definitely out of style for him along with white tennis shoes. His thick short black hair was spiked up a little in the front and neatly trimmed –Emily had given all the guys in the pack a quick clean-up the night before the party-, even having a silver chain around his neck that he rarely wore.

Amaya tried jumping him before they left the house, trying to convince him that they could just stay in for the night. Paul didn't budge an inch, Emily would absolutely kill him if he didn't bring the guest of honor to the party, especially after all the planning they'd done for it. It took everything inside of him not to bend to what Amaya wanted, but somehow Paul managed to get her out of the house and into his truck. That was probably another reason why Amaya was sulking, she wanted sex and didn't get it because Paul had other plans in mind.

"There is no reason for you to be nervous, May." Paul stated, glancing over at her when he had to stop at a stop sign, seeing her arch an eyebrow at him. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"

"No, but we haven't exactly been together that long." She pointed out bluntly, violet eyes narrowed slightly.

It was Paul's turn to raise an eyebrow. "We've been together for seven months. That's not exactly a short-term relationship." He argued, pushing on the gas when she merely rolled her eyes.

"I'm still going to be nervous until you tell me what is going on."

Paul didn't respond to that and squeezed her hand comfortingly, hoping she didn't hate him for the surprise party. He knew she was going to be angry at him for snooping around her things, but he'd been desperate. Not to mention he'd already asked her every night since she'd moved in if she would marry him.

Every night before bed, Paul would ask Amaya to marry him and she always shot him down because she felt she was too young for it. Marriage at her age was too soon and fast for Amaya, though she knew eventually she would cave to Paul and accept his proposal. She just wanted to have fun for the time being and didn't feel the need there was a rush for marriage. If she had a ring on her finger, it would feel like a weight and Amaya didn't want to feel either of those things, telling Paul exactly how she felt.

Paul accepted it and stopped asking her after she broke down to him spilling her feelings.

When Paul pulled into Emily and Sam's driveway, she immediately relaxed, knowing they were probably going to one of Emily's parties she threw occasionally. "What is so secretive about going to Sam and Em's?" She couldn't help asking, confusion swimming in her violet eyes and didn't wait for Paul's response, stepping out of the truck as soon as he cut the ignition.

Paul cleared his throat nervously and walked over to take Amaya's hand, stopping her. "I wanna walk in together, stop being in a hurry." He laced their fingers together, feeling Amaya was more relaxed and knew that was about to change.

They walked up the front steps and Paul stopped, turning to stare into Amaya's violet eyes. "I love you." He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her softly, the taste of cherries from her lip gloss making him groan instantly. "Just remember that."

"Okay…" Amaya suddenly felt uneasy again as Paul opened the door and pulled Amaya inside with him, her eyes suddenly enlarged.

"SURPRISE!"

Everyone laughed at the bewildered look on Amaya's face, Kyrine standing in the front with the biggest smile on her face, applauding. She walked over to greet her sister, knowing this was definitely the shock of her life and hugged her tightly around the neck. Amaya could only return the embrace, blinking and locked eyes with midnight blue, knowing Kyrine was concerned about her reaction. Honestly, all Amaya could do was blink and stare, slowly moving her eyes from Kyrine to look around the room, admitting that the decorations were amazing.

There was black, red, purple and silver balloons attached to different colored balloon weights around the house, but it wasn't over the top tacky. In the center of every bundle of balloons was bigger ones that had the number 18 on each of them, one for every balloon weight. There was the same color of streamers mixed together dangling around the house for extra decoration, along with black lace over all the colored table clothes.

Emily had completely turned her house into a party hall of some sort with round tables for the guests and long ones for the huge amount of food made. The smell of her cooking was incredible, everything she made mouth watering and tonight was no exception. Amaya knew she was addicted to Emily's cooking because she got excited every time Paul told her they were having dinner at Emily and Sam's.

It happened at least three times a week.

There was a banner hanging in the middle of the room that said in big bold black letters 'HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY AMAYA', the letters outlined in the four colors that Emily chose for the décor. Everyone was there from the pack, even Seth's imprint Renesmee, who was allowed on the reservation simply because she was partially human. They were all dressed up too -none of the guys had cargo shorts on- and Leah even had a beautiful long sleeved velvet silver dress on that made her look radiant.

"Breathe May." Paul murmured in his imprint's ear, knowing they had all completely caught her off guard and hoped she wasn't angry.

Amaya couldn't believe all the trouble everyone went through for her birthday, wondering how they found out and eyeballed Kyrine. She would definitely be asking her sister later on and smiled widely when Emily came over next to hug her, wearing a short sleeved dark pink dress, her hair swept up on top of her head in curls. Amaya couldn't remember ever seeing Emily in a dress and returned her embrace, trying to find her voice.

"Are you okay?" Emily asked softly, staring into Amaya's eyes worriedly. "I know you weren't expecting this, but an eighteenth birthday is a big deal and needs to be celebrated properly."

"I'm fine." Amaya assured, Emily squeezing her hands before the next person came up to hug her. "Thank you everyone, this is really unexpected…" That was all Amaya could think to say, everyone applauding her again and laughed softly, Paul's arm instantly wrapping around her waist.

The party started with everyone eating a delicious meal, mostly Amaya's favorites, and even Kyrine had an appetite. She wore a simple black velvet long sleeved dress that had a hooped neckline, went down to her ankles and black boots on her feet that were identical to Amaya's. Because she visited her parents' grave, Kyrine felt it was appropriate to wear black and it also fit the theme for Amaya's party. She let her sister mingle with everyone and kept quiet for the most part, talking to a few people who approached her, having become good friends with Renesmee.

Jacob didn't mind the friendship between his imprint and Renesmee, nothing really bothered him about the Cullen's anymore. He blamed it on the imprinting, which he didn't regret happening and held Kyrine's hand while she talked about whatever Renesmee brought up. It was mostly Seth, not surprising, so Jacob tried tuning them out and was thankful when Paul came up to start a conversation with him.

After food, it was time for presents and Amaya ended up pleased with everything people got her. Movies, jewelry, clothes that fit her style and even a pair of beautiful boots –she was obsessed with shoes- that were silver. As much as Paul wanted to give Amaya a ring on her eighteenth birthday, he knew she wasn't ready for it and decided on a beautiful dark silver bracelet that had blood red and black gems in it. Amaya loved it and actually tackled him after opening it, raining kisses all over his face, making everyone laugh.

The party went clear into midnight and by the time it ended, everyone was exhausted. They each bid Amaya congratulations and wished her well, Amaya reciprocating, thanking everyone for coming. When it was just her, Paul, Kyrine, Jacob, Emily and Sam left at the house, Amaya finally whirled on Paul and her sister, violet eyes narrowed. They both knew it was coming and Paul was going to have to come clean, trying to smile charmingly at her.

"Don't even try charming your way out of this, Lahote." Amaya chastised, folding her arms in front of her chest, lips pursed together. "So, which one of you came up with the idea to throw me a surprise party?"

Normally, Amaya would've pinpointed Kyrine because she was the only one who knew when Amaya's birthday was. However, something told Amaya that Kyrine wouldn't do something like that, knowing she wasn't fond of birthdays to begin with. So now Amaya had to figure out and try to pry the truth from Paul, knowing it wouldn't be that difficult with a few idle threats that would surely be effective.

"Well?"

"I didn't have anything to do with it. I was just told to be here at a certain time and to dress nicely." Kyrine said truthfully, holding her hands up with wide midnight blue eyes. "You know I wouldn't tell anyone anything you didn't want me to, Maya."

Paul groaned, hoping Kyrine would've tried helping him out. "May, you had fun and-"

"Nope, that's not going to work either." Amaya cut him off, placing her hands on her hips now, glaring. "You have five seconds to tell me the truth or else your sex supply will be cut off indefinitely." As much as it would pain Amaya, she would do it if it meant getting the information she wanted.

"Damn Paulie, it looks like you got no choice in the matter." Jacob clapped his friend on the back, wincing at Amaya's threat. "She's not kidding."

Paul frowned, glaring at Jacob, before finally turning guilt-filled onyx eyes on Amaya. "Fine, alright…I found out when your birthday was from your birth certificate. You wouldn't tell me when it was and I wanted to do something special for you. We're living together and…" He cringed when Amaya's eyes widened.

"You went through my things?" Amaya couldn't believe what she was hearing, gaping. "All so you could celebrate my birthday?"

Paul nodded, not able to look at her and shoved his hands in the front pockets of his Khaki pants. Amaya shook her head and knew her boyfriend was stubborn, but didn't realize the levels he would stoop to in order to make her happy, until now. She walked over and lifted his chin up until their eyes met, the biggest smile spreading on her face. Shock didn't begin to cover how Paul felt when his imprint passionately kissed him, instantly lifting her in his arms, groaning when she nipped his bottom lip.

"My sneaky devil." She murmured, rubbing her nose against his, not angry with him in the slightest. "Even though I don't like you going through my things, I know why you did it and I love you."

Grinning, Paul kissed her lips softly. "I love you too, May. Ready to go home?" He wanted to personally remove those velvet leggings from her and spend the rest of her birthday with both of them naked in his bed.

"Absolutely."

Emily, Sam, Jacob and Kyrine laughed as they watched Paul walk out with Amaya, who shouted another 'thank you' over her shoulder. "Those two are a piece of work." Emily commented, finishing cleaning up and smiled at Kyrine's help. "You should head home, you look tired, Rine." That was Emily's nickname for her.

"No, you shouldn't have to do this on your own and I'm happy to help." Kyrine insisted, sighing when Sam stepped in with a gentle smile on his face. "I'm fine really…"

"I think Jacob wants to spend time with you." Sam smirked when Jacob walked over to wrap his arms around Kyrine's waist, knowing he hit the nail on the head. "Go on you two, we'll finish up here."

"Thank you for everything you did for my sister. It was an awesome party." Kyrine broke away from Jacob long enough to hug both Emily and Sam, kissing their cheeks.

Emily waved her off dismissively, beaming. "You know I love throwing parties and she deserved it. Now go home and get some rest." She knew Kyrine was still recovering from her transplant, even though the woman was mostly healed, but nobody was taking any chances.

Jacob guided Kyrine out of the house and drove them home, knowing Billy was staying with Sue again. Eventually, Billy would end up moving in with Sue and leave the house to Jacob, which he was waiting for. He opened the front door for Kyrine and watched her remove her boots, his eyes darkening at his imprint. As soon as she stood up to ask if he wanted some hot chocolate, Jacob simply shook his head and cupped her face, kissing her passionately.

"I can think of something else I'd much rather have." He rumbled huskily, running his hands up and down her sides, nuzzling her neck lovingly.

They hadn't made love yet because they were taking things slow and Jacob wanted to make sure Kyrine was not only ready, but recovered from her transplant. Kyrine was nervous, she hadn't made love with anyone besides Emmett and it'd been awhile since she had any strenuous activity. She was healed both physically and mentally, already knowing Jacob was her unexpected soul mate and loved him deeply. They were definitely ready to take it to the next level.

Kyrine took his hand and lead him to the bedroom, her midnight blue eyes blackening with cloudy barely contained desire. Jacob actually swallowed hard by the intensity in them and kicked the door shut behind him, watching as Kyrine turned to unzip her dress, pushing it down and off her body. Jacob growled when she stood before him in just a black lace bra and panties, immediately undressing himself, before walking over to help Kyrine with her garments.

Once she was fully naked, Kyrine crawled into bed under the covers and smiled when Jacob joined her, fully ready to give herself to him completely. "Make me yours, Jake." She whispered, gasping when he filled her to capacity and held on for dear life, nothing except moans and groans filling the room.

Hours later, Kyrine lay in bed stroking Jacob's hair with her fingers while he nuzzled her chest, both of them completely spent from hours of love making. "You make me stronger, Ky." He said, breaking the silence between them. "Before I met you, I was completely weak and ready to give up on finding the one who completed me. But then I met you and I've never felt stronger in my life."

Kyrine beamed brightly, the afterglow from love making radiating off her skin. "You made me stronger too, Jake. When I wanted to die, you made me fight to live and I'll never be able to thank you enough." She murmured, meaning every word she said. "I love you so much."

Jacob leaned up, brushing his lips against hers. "We made each other stronger, Ky. You don't owe me anything. After what I did to you, I'm blessed that you're giving this a chance and I'll spend the rest of my life making sure we're stronger with every day that passes." He vowed, not bothered by the fact that Kyrine was scarred because it was her ultimate badge of honor. "I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

From that day forward, Jacob never broke his vow and their bond only grew stronger, never weakening for a second, both finally finding what they were looking for.

The End.