The next morning, I woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls floating through the house. I smiled before even being fully awake. Paul's left arm was flung across my side, and his chest was pressed against my back, his body forming a cage around me to keep me safe. I snuggled into the body heat he was giving off and reached my left hand to my waist to hold his. I opened my eyes gently and started to trace small patterns on the back of Paul's hand. His grip on my waist tightened slightly as he finally woke up. He pulled me even closer to his body and pressed his lips to the top of my head.

“Morning beautiful,” he said, his voice still raspy. I smirked at the sound of his morning voice. I could listen to him talk in that voice all night long.

“Morning, handsome,” I replied, continuing to trace patterns on his hand.

“God you're beautiful,” he said, his voice slightly less raspy then the first time he spoke this morning.

“Thanks, babe,” I said. We laid in a peaceful silence, me drawing on his hand with my fingernail and him holding me while he pressed his lips to the top of my head.

“We're going to have to get up eventually,” Paul spoke softly, hoping to avoid the boys running up here at the sound of our voices.

“It's a Sunday. We don't have to do anything,” I said. As if on cue, and I knew Sam had done it intentionally, the sound of tiny feet started up the stairs and came running towards my room. The door was open, so my niece came running into my room and jumped on to the bed.

“Guess what, Aunt Dessy,” she said happily.

“What is it Claire-Bear?” I asked, moving the blanket so she could curl up under it with Paul and I.

“Quil bought me a new stuffy,” she said. She held up a small stuffed wolf that was chocolate brown, the same color as Quil's wolf form.

“That was nice of him, huh?” I said. She nodded happily cuddling the animal to her chest. “Did you name it?”

“Hershey,” she said.

“Like the chocolate?” Paul asked.

“Duh, Uncle Paul,” she said. I stopped for a second, having never heard her call him Uncle before.

“Claire, why'd you call Paul Uncle?” I asked.

“Emmy said he was gonna be my uncle,” she said, shrugging it off.

“I'm going to kill you Call,” Paul growled lowly. We both knew Embry would hear it anyways. The sound of the door slamming open in a hurry made me believe Embry was actually scared and had taken off. I'd later learn he had taken off but not because of Paul's threat.

“Claire-Bear,” I said after a few seconds. “Why don't you go back downstairs and let us go to sleep?”

“Sammy said to not leave until you came downstairs with me,” she said stubbornly.

“Samuel,” I yelled. “Come get your niece.”

I could hear him downstairs laughing, but he walked up the stairs anyways.

“It is ten am. Get your lazy asses out of bed,” Sam said, standing in my doorway.

“I don't care what time it is. I deserve to sleep,” I said. “I don't see you knocking down Alex's door every time Embry stays with him.”

“Well, Alex isn't going to end up pregnant,” Sam said, and immediately took off back down the stairs.

“You're lucky I'm lazy,” I yelled after him, my inner feminist screaming for me to defend myself from the double standard.

Claire finally got up and headed downstairs with her stuffed animal, leaving Paul and I alone to go back to sleep. So, we did just that. We curled up face to face and fell back asleep with our limbs entangled.