A/N: Okay I promised I wasn't going to do this, but this story was so tantalising to write. So here, I'll post the first few chapters now and the rest when I've gotten some good feedback ;).

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Full Summary: A night with Jacob makes Bella realise that she all her efforts not to turn into Renee, she seemed to have turned into Charlie. She was stuck in Forks, not being able to leave the place that her love had blossomed, living in memories. She had to make a choice, right now. But what will she choose? Set in New Moon. J/B E/B with some Jas/A.

"Bella, I make a resolve with myself not to say anything to you about this, but I just can't hold it in anymore." Jacob told her, standing and turning around. He was positively huge. "He wasn't good enough for you, he's not even human! Where did you seriously see your relationship going?"

"Jacob, don't." Bella mumbled, flushing red and staring at the floor.

"No!" Jacob growled. "I watched you with him. I saw you together and it was just stupid! Think about twenty years from now, and you're pushing forty and he's still seventeen! You think that would have worked?"

"Jacob." Bella said, a little more sternly, putting her hand on his chest.

"No Bella, you have to hear this, it isn't fair." He took her hand in his. "There are other people in this world, people who are so much better for you, people who will grow old with you, have children with you, and walk in the sunlight down the street with you." He was getting angrier and angrier as he talked, and Bella began to get a little scared.

"Jacob, stop!" Bella told him. "Just stop!"

"No!" Jacob roared, and grabbed her, pushing her up against the wall. Bella should have been terrified, but he was holding her very gently and his expression was melting with love. "I've watched you all through your relationship with him and I've watched you since he left and I can't handle it anymore! I won't let you hurt for another second!"

Jacob's body was so warm against hers, his hands were oddly soft. Her breathing got deeper as she tried to arrange her thoughts. He was gone, they all were, and they'd left her with nothing. No back up plan to save her feelings, nothing to help her through this time. Jacob had been there for her, everyday in the last few weeks, carefully picking up the pieces of her and putting them back into place. Everything had gotten better when he had come back into her life, quietly being there, not always checking her for more zombie days, not constantly worrying about her safety. She'd been trapped in her own misery and he had set her free. By rights she was his, she belonged to him, he'd fashioned her out of a pile of old junk and made her a human again.

But he deserved more than her. He deserved so much more than a girl that had been so scarred by another man. He would never be more than a crutch to her pain, a plaster for her broken heart. If she let this happen, she knew she would love him, even in the future marry him, but all he would be getting is a half-wife. Her love for him would be linked to her absolute overriding love for Edward, and he didn't deserve that. He deserved a woman that shined as bright as he did.

Jacob seemed to know what she was thinking, as usual.

"Don't you dare even think about it Bella." He told her. "You know that it makes no difference to me. I love you so much, Bella, all I want is you to be with me. All I want is to keep you safe and happy and alive. You know it makes sense, we're so good together and I won't live my life seeing you so broken any more." He stroked her hair with his hand, and his breath was hot on her neck. She was feeling weak, and more susceptible to him, she was leaning towards him like a flower in the sun. "Just trust me and I'll be your everything. You will never be miserable again."

Bella was rearranging her thoughts again, trying to find the ways to tell him no. She owed him everything, but her heart would always belong to an unchanging, bronze haired boy that was god knows where, doing god knows what! The thought made her angry, and why should she wait around for him? She was so concerned with not becoming her mother that she had inadvertently become her father. Stuck in Forks, miserable but unable to leave because the memories of better times were just too alluring. Like if she left then it would have never happened and she couldn't bear it. Keeping things exactly the same to cling onto the feeling that was destroying her. Yellow cupboards that were fading but held too many memories to repaint. She understood now why her father was so concerned about her, because he'd been through it and was still going through it almost twenty years later! That was why he'd been so keen for her to be with Jacob, because he knew what the future had in store for Bella if she didn't let go. He was never coming back and Jacob was here and in love with her. The thought made her lean forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder, warmth spreading through her mind. Nothing was ever complicated around Jacob, he'd done nothing to make her cry.

"I'll always be here, I'll never leave you." He whispered in her ear, and that decided her. She looked up and kissed him, pressing her lips to his. He returned the kiss forcibly, in excitement forgetting his strength. Suddenly she was in his arms, he'd bundled her up and she was surrounded by his warmth, and she was marvelling at his passion, his kiss made her heart expand, and she ran her fingers through his hair. He moaned a little and began to walk, taking her into the house. Their hearts were beating madly together. For once, Bella's head was truly clear of her pain, she knew that she wouldn't even be able to remember why she was upset if someone asked her.

Billy wasn't in, so there was no one to complain or even comment when Jacob practically destroyed the door to give them entry to his house. He laid Bella carefully on the sofa and knelt next to her, stroking her hair. When he smiled, his teeth bright against his tan skin, she smiled back warmly, as he searched her eyes, he stroked her hair carefully, searching for any emotion that told him to stop. There were none. In that moment Bella had given herself over to him, to repair her and have her, just like the motorcycles. She given him the piece of her heart that wasn't broken: that little piece that she realised now was forever meant for him. That one little piece that held fast when the others had shattered around it.

"I love you Bella Swan." He told her. "Nothing will ever touch you again, for the rest of your life you will have nothing but happiness." He kissed her hair. "Your pain will fade, and I'll be there to share your days, your life, for the rest of our lives."

Bella smiled, not trusting herself to talk, and leaned over to kiss him again. He returned it eagerly, like he didn't believe his luck, and crawled next to her onto the sofa. There wasn't enough room on the sofa with Jacob's massive form, so Bella hopped off, and went to stand in the middle of the room, smiling and looking at him from a distance. His was really handsome, his face had filled out and become manly in such a short amount of time, and his body was covered in tight muscles. He was grinning her favourite grin and she watched as his eyes roved over her, taking in this girl that was now his.

She nodded towards the bedroom, her heart beating fast, and smiled at him. His grin faded a little bit, replaced by a look of excitement mixed with a twinge of fear.

"Are you sure, Bella? I don't want to do anything that you don't want to do, I'm not expecting anything." He told her, but she could hear clear as day the desire and longing in his voice that he could hardly hide.

"I want you to have the part of me that he could never have." She told him firmly.

Jacob needed no more encouragement. He was across the room in one step, kissing her tenderly as he picked her arm and carried her into his room. He carefully put her down on his bed, and their eyes met. They held for a second and then collapsed into giggles. Jacob's breath was shaky from nerves and desire, as he sat down next to her. "I can't tell you the amount of times I've wished for this to happen. I can hardly believe it's true." He admitted

She sat up and took his hands in her own. Their eyes met again but this time they weren't laughing. He lay down next to her and kissed her mouth, her forehead, her arms, and then pressed his face into her stomach.

"Oh Bella." He moaned into the soft skin. "Bella I love you so much."