It's funny how one picture can take you back to every moment, every laugh, every touch, and every smile you had that day.

I ran my finger tops over the picture of Paul and I moving into his house a week after he asked. I was wearing an old t-shirt and ripped jeans with my hair up in a messy bun. He was shirtless, and wearing cut-offs. We were both smiling as he held camera in his hands, proceeding to take a picture of both of us. Those times were easier. We didn't have to worry about much. We went about doing things that twenty year olds do...except for the whole werewolf thing.

I set the picture down into the box with all of the other memorabilia. I taped the box shut, carrying it outside to the moving truck. I placed the box on top of another then turned around to see Jared throwing my daughter into the air. I smiled as I listened to her melodic laughter.

She had long black hair that blew in the wind as she was thrown. She looked exactly like her father, except for her eyes. She inherited my brown eyes. That's the first thing I noticed about her when she was born. Paul noticed her big feet.

"You better not drop my daughter, Jared!" I shouted from across the yard. Jared threw my daughter in the air again, catching her effortlessly.

He held her in his arms, glancing over at Quil. "Remember you dropped her once?"

"Yeah," Quil sighed. "I never got to hold her again."

"Here," Jared held out Molly. "just don't drop her on rocks."

"That's not fair. I dropped Bella on rocks - and she was drunk! You try carrying a flailing woman!" Quil took Molly.

I looked back at the house we were moving away from. It held so many great memories, and some bad ones. One of the bad ones included Paul losing his job. We didn't know what he was going to do because I was four months pregnant with Molly at the time. He didn't want to go begging to the pack for a job on the rez, especially after him bragging about making a name for himself outside of the rez.

I didn't get mad at him. I understood what he was going through, and I tried to help him just like he tried to help me. If he hadn't slowed down that night I got drunken out of my mind, wandering the road dressed like a hooker, then I don't know where I'd be today.

"Daddy!" Molly reached for Paul as soon as he was in view. He was in uniform, looking sexy as hell. There were a few times where I begged him to handcuff me to the bed while in uniform.

I smiled, walking up to him. "You're late."

He took Molly out of Quil's arms. "Well, I'm not slave to time." He laughed, kissing my cheek.

After Charlie found out that Paul lost his job, he sat Paul down and had a long talk about life. The next thing I knew, Paul was going to school to become a cop. I could see it in his eyes that this was a job that truly interested him. He was even the top of his class. He was offered a job in the city, but turned it down because he had responsibilites back on the rez. Paul always wanted to run away from the rez, but soon found himself not wanting to abandon his home. So, Charlie offered him a job. Soon after that, Seth started to follow in his footsteps.

Molly looked down at Paul. "Daddy, why do we have to go to a new house? I like this house." She pouted. She may only be five years old, but she knew just how to work her dad.

"Well, Molly bear, we need a bigger house for you and your new brother or sister," He set her on the ground. "This house is much too small. Plus, the house your daddy and Uncle Jake made is close to the beach and closer to your uncles and aunties."

She pursed her lips. "Is my room pink?"

"It's very pink! It looked like a unicorn threw up in there. You're going to love it." Paul promised.

I looked around, seeing Jacob walking up with Leah, their hands tangled together. Yeah, we couldn't believe it either. But eventually they told us that they were hiding it for a while. We understood why. Once and only once did Jared find them having sex in the woods. And knowing Jared, he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He told Paul and I right away. Leah deserved someone caring, loving, and smart. Jacob was exactly that. They were good for each other.

Paul laughed as Jacob walked up to us. "She better love it. You should have seen the look on the salesperson's face when we asked him what the brightest shade of pink was."

"It didn't help that we brought in a pink tutu as an idea for what we wanted." Jared added, setting another box into the truck.

Leah rolled her eyes. "And that's why it took you almost two years to get that house done because you guys were always busy goofing off."

"Come on, babe, we can't be serious all the time. I mean, look who I worked with," Jake nodded towards Paul and Jared.

"Screw off, Jacob," Paul snorted, walking away to take care of some things.

It's been a long road, but Paul and Jacob finally came to an understanding. They're close friends now. I don't even have to lie to get them to be in the same room anymore. I knew that eventually they would become friends again when Jacob moved on from me.

The day Paul and I got married was the day Jacob asked me if I was sure about marrying Paul. The only thing I could do was smile and say of course. I think at that moment, Jacob finally knew that he had to move on. Jacob will always be that boy I played with in the mud, creating mud pies, and playing with rocks. He was my best friend. He was always there when no one else was. I remember the fay I went ring shopping with him, just to get an idea for myself. He was happy for me in his own way. On that day, I knew that everything was going to be all right.

Paul walked out of our old house again, holding a box. God, even after ten years, he can still make my knees weak. Everyone says that your sex life isn't as thrilling after you get married and have a kid or two, but that definitely wasn't true. I think we do it now more than we ever had before.

Jared took the box out of Paul's hands and set it in the truck, pulling the door down. "That's the last of it! Quil and I are going to drive this over to the new house. The rest of the pack will probably waiting for you guys there."

Paul pat Jared on the back. "Thanks, man."

There were times where I joked about the two of them getting married instead. At the wedding, Jared said in his best man's speech that he was thankful that I'm marrying him, because he was my pain now. I laughed.

Jacob glanced at us. "We'll drive Molly in our car."

Paul nodded, escorting me to the cop car. We started driving away from the rez.

"Where are you going?" I asked. He didn't answer.

After thirty minutes, he pulled off to the side of the road. The same road we rescued me from.

He parked the car in the exact spot, too. I looked over at him as he took the key out of the ignition and got out. He leaned against the hood of the car. I smiled, realizing he was waiting for me. I got out and stood in front of him. He pulled me into his arms. He pulled my shirtto the side, exposing my shoulder. He kissed the bite he marked me with.

It took me two years until I let him mark me. I don't really know why it took me so long, but after the night I met Rachel and observed how their imprint worked, I felt at ease. Their relationship was similar to that of Jacob and I's current friendship. I trusted Paul when he said there were no intimate feeling between them. When I told Paul that I wanted to get marked, he got naked so fast you could call it magic.

"Paul, why are we here?"

He looked me in the eyes. "I've been thinking about this place since we started building the house. I thought about it even more when I realized you were pregnant again."

"Feel just like yesterday being that broken girl"

Paul kissed my forehead. "Bella, you were never broken. You were just, I don't know, missing something. You were missing a part of you."

"Are you trying to say that the missing piece to me was you?" I asked, thinking that was kind of sweet.

He laughed. "I didn't meant for it to sound conceited. I mean that the missing part was your believing in yourself. You could be whoever you want to be. That night, the night where I picked you up from this very spot, it was the best decision I have ever made in my entire life."

I grinned. "Me, too."

I held his face in my hands, kissing him. I knew he was right. I didn't need someone to love me or to believe in me. I needed to believe in me. I was the one calling myself broken, no one else. But he was wrong about one thing - that missing piece of me.

It was always him.

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