A/N: It's here guys! The sequel. So I really hope that everyone who read The Truth You Hide reads this, I know it took me awhile but at least I got it done right? Anyway I hope you all like this.

Here we go.

Chapter 1: The Golden Boy

I was completely and utterly exhausted. My body weak and helpless as I lay in the hospital bed. But it didn't bother me in the least, in fact I had the biggest smile on my face and my heart was filled with so much joy and love.

It had been hard, it was to be expected though. However Paul had been my side through it all, holding my hand and speaking soft, encouraging words to me. It was a special moment for us, one we'd never forget.

"He's so beautiful," Paul whispered as he cradled the fragile baby in his strong arms.

Smiling up at him, I replied, "He looks like you."

His eyes met mine a second before drifting back to the baby, "You can't really tell honey, he's so young."

"But it's obvious." Paul was sitting on the bed next to me so I was able to stroke the tiny baby's head, full of soft black hair.

He smiled down at our son, "I guess."

I was about to say something else only to stop once I saw the silent tears trickle down his cheeks. It was surprising to me that he would cry during this moment as the last time I had seen him cry had been before the newborn fight. The night we conceived our baby.

My own tears started streaming down my face as I watched my husband and our innocent little baby in his arms.

The past couple of months have been the best couple of months in my life. First, I had gotten married to Paul and became Mrs. Fay Scott. The wedding had been exactly how I pictured, on First Beach with Emily and Kim as my bridesmaids. My mother and father had been there too along with my little brother. Everything just seemed so wonderful and everyone had gotten on so well, including my parents and Paul's.

Then the wedding had ended all too soon and with tearful goodbyes, Paul and I headed off to the airport. We went on a two week vacation to Florida for our Honeymoon. And Florida itself was beautiful. Wonderful beaches, the people were lovely and the hotel we stayed in was fabulous too.

In the mornings we would go for a swim at the beach as the hotel was located on a beach. Now and then we'd swim in the pools. Then we would go grab something to eat, tour around the place, shop then head back to the hotel.

Every day was different but always just as incredible. It was so beautiful and romantic just to watch the sunset as we lay together on the beach. To have dinner in an expensive, dimly lit restaurant afterwards and to make love to each other in the late hours of the night.

As much as we hated to leave, we had to. But it wasn't the end of my joy, no I was married to the man I loved completely and was pregnant with his child. I had given my parents the news once I hit my fifth month, surprisingly they took it well and congratulated Paul and I.

Then as I grew bigger, I'd feel my baby kick and it would make my whole day. It even made Paul's when he got back from work at the garage. He would wait up with me until two in the morning just to feel our sons kick under his hand.

And now that I had given birth to our baby boy, I couldn't have been any happier.

"Baby!," my mother called as she barged into the room.

"Mom," I smiled.

"Oh baby how are you feeling?," she asked as she wrapped me up in a hug before pulling back.

"Great, never been better."

She looked over at Paul holding our baby, "Paul congratulations."

He smiled happily, "Thank you Mrs. Uley."

"Aw look at him, he's gorgeous!," she cooed.

"Would you like to hold him?," Paul asked.

A smile spread across her face, "Yes, if you don't mind,".

The instant the baby was in her arms she said the exact thing I had said only minutes ago, "He's so like you Paul."

He chuckled, "It's an honor."

"Really he is, look at his lovely black hair and dark skin, his features are so like yours. He'll be a very handsome man."

My father walked in with my little brother Owen just then, both of them with big smiles on their faces. To be completely honest I missed having my family around but my life with Paul was so special that I was able to cope with it.

Not long after that the pack arrived with Kim and Emily. All of them congratulating us with hugs for me, pats on the back for Paul and kisses for our baby. Of course everyone said the same thing, that he looked like Paul.

I was delighted about that, I've always imagined our children to look like him. Paul had such a strong, beautiful, handsome face that I knew for sure our children would be just as beautiful. He didn't like when I said things like that though, telling me I was beautiful too.

"So I guess we already know what we're going to call him," I smirked.

Everyone had left except for my parents and little brother but they had gone to grab something to eat so it was just me and Paul again.

"Well we have been talking about it for the last six months," he replied. Kissing my cheek softly as the baby slept quietly in a crib next to the bed.

"Noah," I said. Looking over at the baby.

"It suits him perfectly doesn't it?."

"Yeah," I yawned, resting my head against his chest.

"Sorry honey, you must be exhausted," he said. Slipping out of the bed and pulling the blanket over me.

"It's okay Paul, I love you." I smiled tiredly at him.

"Rest now." He kissed my forehead, "Talk later."

And that I did.

It had been a week since I had given birth to Noah and although my body wasn't in the best shape, I was doing okay. Paul, mom and dad had been great at home, helping me around, asking if I needed anything, bringing me up food and taking care of the baby so I could rest.

This morning my parents said their goodbyes as they had to head back home due to their jobs and my brother Owen was missing school. Paul was more than great though, bringing me up breakfast and looking after Noah.

I could tell just by looking at him that he was slightly a changed man, no longer the single bad tempered werewolf but a married father with a softer side to him. Not a drastic change but a big enough one and one I liked.

"Is he asleep?," Paul whispered as he entered the nursery.

I stood by the crib watching Noah sleep, "Yeah, he's so adorable when he sleeps."

Two warm arms wrapped around my waist, "He's no trouble at all," he said. Resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Thank you." I turned around in his arms, "Thanks for everything, I don't know what I'd do without you."

He pecked me on the lips, "Don't mention it."

We left the room then, allowing our baby to sleep in peace as we headed into our own room. Since last week our room was the only room we spent any time in considering I was too weak to walk around.

It was around four o'clock now and I wondered why I had even gotten dressed. It's not like I was going anywhere and the clothes weren't too comfortable for bed. I was wearing a simple plain white t-shirt with a pair of loose shorts.

I attempted at pulling the t-shirt over my head but Paul stopped me, "Let me."

Only a few months ago I would have been mortified at Paul seeing me topless and braless but ever since we had gotten married that changed. We'd walk in on each other while we were taking a shower or changing our clothes. Now and again Paul would arrive home completely naked, having shredded his shorts while phasing.

In the beginning it was quite uncomfortable for me but as the days passed I began to slowly not really care anymore. Although I was still shy about my body, I figured if Paul liked what he saw then what was the point? And right now I was too tired to care.

Paul stripped me from head to toe before pulling a light nightdress over my head and carrying me to the bed. He slipped in next to me as I snuggled up into his side. Paul wasn't wearing anything but his black boxers and I missed the skin to skin contact.

"I miss you," I murmured into his chest.

He ran his fingers through my hair, "I miss you too honey."

I kissed his skin, "Five weeks is too long."

"Five weeks and it won't hurt Fay."

"I know," I sighed, "It's weird how you're the male here and you're not as bothered about it as I am."

He chuckled, "I do miss it, you know that."

"You don't act like you do."

"Oh come on Fay!."

"I'm just saying…"

"No that's ridiculous," he stated.

I rolled onto my back next to him, "But you used to always want me and now it feels like you don't."

He sighed, propping himself up on his elbow, "We have a baby now, we have to take care of him."

"I know."

"So," he poked my side playfully, "Don't get all upset, I love you so much and that's a fact."

I smiled up at him as he gazed down at me, "I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize Fay, we're teenagers after all," he chuckled.

I chuckled back before turning on my side away from him in an attempt to get some sleep. The feeling of wanting him had been bothering me ever since I had Noah. It was strange as I wasn't normally like that.

Paul on the other hand didn't seem bothered at all. I suppose I couldn't blame him, after having Noah. Noah was a blessing, such a wonderful baby and wasn't a bother at all. When I had first held him straight after giving birth I had felt so elated, so happy, so proud.

Noah would be my friend as well as my son. While Paul was out working the past couple of months I had become very lonely, I wasn't used to not having school anymore. Kim was hardly ever around as her and Jared were having relationship problems.

Her parents wanted her to go to college but neither her or Jared wanted that. They had gotten engaged just weeks after my wedding and planned to marry next year. This caused a whole lot of drama between the families so basically her and Jared are constantly arguing now.

"Fay?," Paul whispered, cuddling into me.

"Hmm," I murmured.

"It's the imprint you know."

I frowned, "What are you talking about?."

"You're… horny after childbirth because you're my imprint."

A blush crept up my neck into my cheeks, "That doesn't make sense."

He kissed my ear, "It does. Remember I once told you that our imprints are the perfect woman to carry our legacy to the tribe? Well you're made to have as many children with me as you possibly can."

I turned to face him as he wrapped his arms around me, "How many children do you want?."

"As many as you'll give me," he said softly.

My eyes casted downwards, "Paul I want more children but not too many, it's too hard to handle and childbirth isn't easy."

He cupped my cheek in his hand, looking me dead in the eye, "I know that honey, just a few more."

"Not yet though, we're still very young."

"How many do you want?," he asked curiously.

I bit my lip, "Four?."

He smiled, "Four it is."

And with that he placed a soft kiss to my lips before wrapping me up in his arms as I drifted off to sleep, dreaming about the children we would have.

The sound of something smashing in the kitchen downstairs followed by Paul's cursing woke me up. A month had passed by and Noah was growing bigger and more beautiful with each day. However Paul wasn't in the best of moods lately and I worried about him.

Whatever it was that was bothering him he wouldn't tell me, saying it wasn't a big deal. At times he'd look ashamed and hopeless. But it was going too far, his temper was getting out of hand so jumping out of our bed quickly, I ran downstairs to him in my sweatpants and tank top.

"What the hell Paul?." Three glasses and one plate were shattered to a million pieces on the floor.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, "I'll clean it up."

He was a mess. His hair was disheveled, his white vest stained with oil and his jeans ripped and worn, his body quivering slightly as he bent down to gather up the pieces.

"Please tell me what's going on," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

Looking up at me briefly he replied, "Nothing, it doesn't matter."

"Paul!," I shouted, "Stop this, stop blocking me out, I want to know what's going on!."

He ignored me completely as he scooped up the last remaining pieces and threw them into the trash can.

"Paul!." I ran over to him, grabbing his face in my hands, "What. Is. Going. On!?!."

He looked away from me, "It's nothing, just forget it. I'm sorry."

"Tell me or I'm taking Noah back with me to Brooklyn."

"Don't say that," he hissed, "Don't you ever say that to me again."

I pushed him away from me then, "Tell me or I leave."

He pulled his vest over his head, "I need to run."

"Paul if you don't tell me I swear I'll-."

The air was knocked out of me as he crushed me to his chest in a bear hug, his clothes all over the floor, "When I get back I'll tell you."

"But-."

"Later," he said before running out of the kitchen, nude.

I sighed. This secrecy thing was really getting to me, of course I wouldn't really run to my parents in Brooklyn with Noah but I had no idea of what else to say. He was driving me crazy with his temper and the amount of things he'd broken.

Not to mention the fact that almost every time he lost control he woke up our son and had him screaming crying for the rest of the night. I'd have to stay up till four in the morning then, cradling our bundle of joy in my arms until he fell asleep.

Right now I could hear our baby crying up in his room.

I ran up to him as quickly as I could, lifting him up out of his crib and cradling him to me.

"It's okay now Noah, I'll make you a bottle."

Ten minutes later I was downstairs in the living room watching the TV as I held Noah in my arms. He seemed to be very thirsty, taking as much milk as he could. Silent tears fell down my cheeks as I watched his innocent face.

He was adorable and grew more and more like Paul each day. The fact that his father was a werewolf/shape shifter worried me, I didn't want our baby to start phasing when he got older. It just didn't seem fair.

I didn't want my son out in the forest fighting off vampires, I wanted him to live a normal teenage life, a life his father never had. Not that I despise the pack being wolves, I loved it actually but it had its downsides.

For example: The state Paul was in after the newborn fight.

"Is he alright?," he asked, appearing in the doorway.

"Well he is now," I replied, avoiding his gaze.

"Look I'm sorry honey, I'm just…," he trailed off.

"You're just what?," I asked annoyed just as Noah fell asleep, the bottle falling from his mouth onto the floor.

"Take him upstairs then we'll talk."

So I did just that.

"Okay, tell me," I ordered, walking into our bedroom as he lay on the bed in a pair of white boxers.

He patted the space next to him as I crawled in.

"There's two things, one worse than the other."

I propped myself up on my elbow, looking up at him, "What are they?."

He ran a hand through his hair, "My job isn't paying enough and I'm afraid that we'll end up broke."

"But we were doing fine, what happened?."

"We weren't Fay." He gazed down at me, "I just didn't tell you… I didn't want to worry you, especially since we have Noah now."

I rubbed his arm affectionately, "I could always get a job."

"No! No way, I will not have you out there working, you need to look after Noah. That's my job Fay."

"But if I don't get a job then we'll be struggling Paul, I don't want that."

"Don't you want to raise Noah properly?."

"I do." I sighed, "It's just an idea."

"Well forget about it okay, you will raise our child properly and I'll bring in the money, I just have to figure something out."

"Okay… so what's the other thing?," I asked.

His eyes turned dark, "There's a leech passing by the area constantly, we can't catch him, he's faster than others and I'm worried."

I gulped, "About what?."

"About you and Noah, leaving you both here when I go to work while that leech is on the loose."

"Oh Paul."I scooted closer to him, snuggling up into his side, "We'll be fine as long as one of the pack is watching us."

"But I can't help it Fay." He let out a shaky breath, "You and Noah are my life, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you both."

"Paul please stop." I kissed his chest, "Nothing will happen to us, I promise."

He reached down to my waist, pulling me up his body, "I love you so much."

"And I love you, so does Noah," I replied as I pressed my lips to his.

He returned the kiss eagerly, pushing his tongue into my mouth as they moved together, neither of us fighting for dominance.

I had an idea in my mind though.

Paul's shift started at seven in the morning till three in the afternoon. My secret job started at nine in the morning till two in the afternoon. I had applied for a job a week ago at a small grocery store in Forks. Figuring it wasn't big and hardly anyone went in I knew no one would find out about it.

The only problem was Noah, I hated to leave him with Mandy a girl I knew from school. She was very nice and always polite, also a straight A student. She was heading off to college in a few months time but agreed to babysit for me to earn some cash.

I had to tell her that Paul had no idea about this, she was reluctant at first but gave in once I gave her my puppy dog eyes. So considering she knew, I unplugged the phone and told her not to answer the door if anyone stopped by.

To be honest I felt very guilty about not telling Paul and leaving my baby behind but I was doing it with a good heart and when the day came where Paul told me he had no money I'd surprise him with what I earned here.

I wasn't planning on working there long, just three months at the most.

Paying the taxi man, I quickly slipped out of the cab and ran into the store.

"You must be Fay Scott right?." A friendly girl at the counter asked.

I nodded, "That's me."

"Great, nice to meet you. I'm Paula." She smiled, extending her hand out to me.

I shook her hand and smiled back, "Nice to meet you Paula."

Funny how her name is Paula…

Not long after that I was behind the till. There wasn't many customers like I expected but enough to not find yourself bored. However around noon, a man walked in looking like a model from Abercrombie.

He was standing at about six feet tall, his hair was golden and long, reaching just above his shoulders and was just absolutely stunning. He was dressed fashionably too in an expensive looking black shirt with the first two buttons open, a pair of dark jeans that looked like they had never been worn and shiny black leather shoes.

Flashing both Paula and I a million dollar smile he took a look around the shop, his movements so graceful.

Paula was in awe next to me, her eyes never leaving Mr. Stunning. I on the other hand hadn't been effected at all by him, yes he was gorgeous but he had nothing on Paul, no man ever would. Also, there was something 'off' about him.

"Hello ladies," he greeted in his velvety voice. His British accent very strong.

Paula mumbled a reply before staring longingly at him while I remained calm.

"Can I help you?," I asked.

"Why yes you can actually," he grinned, pulling off his shades.

I swallowed, "Yes?."

He placed a paper on the counter, placing a smooth finger over the name scrawled out, "Would you happen to know where this place is?."

Then it dawned on me.

My body shook as I answered him, "N-No actually, I have no clue where the Cullen's live."

"Oh, what a shame." He turned to Paula, "Do you?."

She nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust as she proceeded to tell him where the Cullen's lived.

"Thank you ever so much." He gave her a smile before turning his attention back to me again, "The names Joel by the way, see you both again Paula, Fay."

I felt bile rise in my throat at the realization that we were wearing name tags and that he… knew our names.

He nodded once in our direction, his golden eyes meeting mine one last time before he exited.

I knew in my heart that after everything Paul had told me a couple of days ago, the vampire passing through our area.

Was him.