with how busy paul has been with the pack — hunting victoria, with her being back in forks, and all — you haven’t really been able to have any time with him.

which hasn’t been just unbearable for the two of you, but also for the pack.

especially the telepathy that he shares with them — the linked thoughts of how much he’s been missing you is what caused the pack the most suffering.

with the fact that you knew there’d barely be any time to really see him, you settled on trying to get some sleep.

although, you weren’t really successful.

especially after paul’s snook in through the window, after a long night of patrolling.

you wake up to the bed creaking with weight, which makes your eyes snap open, and you let out a startled gasp, before jumping up in surprise, now wide awake.

it’s only when you realize that it’s paul that you calm down and let out a sigh of relief.

“hey, princess.” he says with a low chuckle, before he lets out a grunt at you suddenly hitting him on the shoulder.

“what the hell is wrong with you? don’t scare me like that again!” you hiss out, giving him a glare, even through you blinking tiredly to get the sleepiness out of your vision.

all he does is chuckle again, before raising his hands up in the air in mock-defeat. “sorry, sorry.”

after a few seconds, though, he turns more serious, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through your hair, smoothing it out.

and never mind that he also does it because he misses touching you, as well.

you are his imprint, after all. and that makes this much more intense than just a simple relationship.

and even with your clearly tired appearance and snippy mood, he can’t help but love you more right now.

“just got done with patrol. wanted to see you.” he murmurs in a simple explanation, as if he knew you’d want one.