Let Me Love You - Mario

Over and Over - Nelly ft Tim McGraw


"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."


Chapter 1: What Do I Look Like?

It didn't take the leaches long to disappear after she did. Within a week, the doctor quit his job, found a new one, sold his house, packed all their stuff, and left. Word was that they were headed to Europe. Seth found a note left in a bag so that it wouldn't get soaked in the torrential downpour that we'd been receiving lately; it was lying in the middle of the treaty line, right in the path we patrolled daily. It simply stated that they wouldn't be back - none of them. And that they were sorry for what they had done to our people. The damage was done though: sorry was no longer good enough.

I should have been happy about them leaving. Happy that Bella had called off the wedding. But I just couldn't find it in myself to be happy about anything. She took the one thing that I thought would make her stay. She took everything I had to give, emotionally and physically, and it still just wasn't good enough. She'd left again, told nobody where she was headed, only that she would be okay. I received a letter or two, just like Charlie. They said the same things, every damn time:

"I'm okay. Love you. -Bells"

No return address was given, and no more information. Her mother apparently hadn't heard from her, either, which worried me even more. How can this girl go almost two years without letting anybody know where the hell she was?

That's when I started to become bitter. I also started taking action; maybe subconciously telling myself that she would come back, and when she did, I needed to have everything ready. But it pissed me the hell off that she would just up and run away from me after I gave her every part of me. I thought we'd hit a breaking point, I thought she was going to choose me. Then she leaves in the middle of the night without a word to anybody - not even the leaches. It was subtle at first, but little by little, I felt myself become darker. I didn't smile or laugh as much. I wasn't able to be around the pack, for they were just too jovial. I didn't like seeing the imprints together, so I stopped coming around. I started taking my patrols in human form, usually with a bottle of whiskey clutched in my hand, but could never seem to get over the memory of her. She never left my head. Eventually, I stopped patrolling alltogether, opting to just lay around in my room and drink the pain away.

I don't know why I thought this would make anything better.

Then one day, I ended up attacking my dad. I was in a drunken rampage, his throat between my hands, his feet dangling from the floor. I don't remember what he said, or what it was even about, but after I realized what I was doing, I broke. I cried like a baby, and in the end, it was my dad consoling me like I was a toddler again.

I started getting my shit together, after that, for when she came back. I knew she'd come back one day, but I never thought it would take almost two years. Sam willingly gave me his position as alpha; he wanted more time with Emily and their kid. They'd just gotten married this last summer, and their second child was on the way. Paul and Rachel were living together, planning a wedding for this spring. Embry moved to my second in command, and he'd grown up in a lot of ways. He was still one of the only members of the pack that hadn't imprinted. In fact, since Paul, nobody has. Maybe it's over now. It's supposed to be rare, but honestly, I don't think it is.

Quil is still disgustingly infatuated with Claire, and she's turning into a gorgeous little girl, losing her chubby cheeks already. Both Quil and Embry work with me at my shop, buying old classic cars, and making them look better than brand new, then selling them for five times more than we bought them for. We mostly do custom stuff, people ordering what they want before we even have the car in stock. Seth, Colin, and Brady run the shop beside ours, which I also own, and they do regular maintenance and oil changes to local cars. It's the only good, reasonably priced garage around, so people constantly flock to it. I'll admit that I've done pretty good financially these past couple of years - much more so than anybody would have thought I would do. But I woudn't have been able to do it without Charlie.

Since I was only eighteen with no credit score when I started my shops, I had to have a cosigner on all of my loans. So, Charlie helped me out. He must have had a hell of a lot of trust in me because he would have been screwed if I hadn't of been able to turn over a profit. Now, he gets a regular income from the shops every month, kind of my way of thanking him for his trust. Sue has put the money to good use. His entire house has been updated, she even added a couple of bedrooms onto the back of their house so that Seth and Leah had a place to live if they ever felt the need to. Sue kept her house, though, and more often than not, that's where Leah and Seth stay. They don't care to stay with their mom and her new husband, not that they don't like Charlie, I know for a fact that they do; but the walls are thin, and they don't care to hear of their going-ons.

I updated my dad's house at first, planning on just staying there, but after a while, we decided to just tear it down, and start over. It was hard; there were a lot of very fond memories in that house. In the end, though, we decided that it was time to let go, and start over.

I built my dad his own house, a small two bedroom, that was completely accessible with his wheel chair. There was now nowhere in the house that my dad could not get to. I also made everything in the house his height. He could now reach the sink, cabinets, easily get into and out of the shower. Anything he needed was easily at his disposal, and though he never said it, he loved the independence.

Then was my house. I tried not to go overboard, but in the end, I may have done just that. I had one person in mind when I built the house, and one person only. I built my house for her.

The house had a very woodsy feel, almost blending into the backdrop of the woods that surrounded it. Cedar siding surrounded the outside of the house; stone accents made the color of the wood pop. The main entrance to the house was surrounded by stone columns that immediately brought your attention to the front of the house. Two attached garages adorned the house as well, with an extra garage in the back for my personal projects. After walking into the foyer, your instantly met with two wooden staircases made from cedar that look like trees, an antler chandelier hanging high from the ceiling. Then, the living room, with it's vaulted ceilings, the balcony that integrates my office with the living area on the second floor, and my seventy-two inch flat screen and surround system that all of us guys gather around to watch sunday night football games on.

Then comes the kitchen. Every inch of it was built with her in mind, much like my suite. The stove was encased in stone, huge island that could fit twenty different dishes on it, white detailed cabinets, covered with a black marble countertop. It was by far the largest room in the house, mostly because it needed to be big enough to house the entire pack at one time. My favorite part of the kitchen by far was the refrigerator. I'd splurged on a refrigerator that was custom made to blend in with my cabinets, and was basically the size of two or three refrigerators with double doors and a pull out drawer for the freezer.

The back of the house was all mine, and whoever may join me one of these days. My bedroom was overly large with a large california size king bed to fit all of me onto it, with rich furniture to compliment the architecture of the house. I had a sitting place in the corner of my room, divided by a two-way fireplace made from stone, and columns that lined each corner of the bedroom, peaking at the top of the ceiling. My bedroom wasn't that special, but my bathroom was every woman's dream, I had the pack's imprints tell me that constantly. A humongous two person bathtub sat in the corner. Twelve jets were placed around the tub, a firplace on one side, with wood already sitting in the corner, just waiting to be thrown into a fire. In order to get to the shower, you had to walk around either side of the tub and through one of two walkways. Then, you were met with six different shower heads, including a rainfall showerhead, and completely surrounded in stone with five waterproof speakers adorning the sides and top of the shower that would hook up to your phone or iPod instantly.

Alright. I splurged a lot. But that's okay, because I still have a little money in the bank and everything is paid for.


By now, you may be asking what the whole point of this story is.

For the first time in two years, the love of my life is standing in front of me. I don't know whether to be happy, upset, hurt, indifferent. How am I supposed to act? Like nothing has changed?

'Oh, hi, Bells! Great to see you! How's your mama and them?'

No. I don't know what to say. And it just makes it that much harder that she's holding a baby in her arms, looking scared as hell, but at what, I have no clue.

"Jacob." She breathes. It feels like a caress to my heart to hear her voice after so long, to know she's alive and okay. But I can't tear my eyes away from the blue bundle in her arms. It takes a minute for her to gain her courage, and when she finally does, my world is turned upside down right in front of my face.

"Jake, this is E.J." She bounces the baby on her hip as he lays his head on her shoulder, cuddling as far into her as he can. "Jake, this is our son."


Okay, so first Jacob and Bella story, really not planning on going too awful far with it seeing as I just needed a creative break to get the juices flowing for one of my other stories. Hope everybody enjoyed it though, and pictures of just about everything I described can be seen on my profile in the links. If you would like more, let me know, because otherwise this will just be scrapped as a side project. I'm working on a lengthier, more detailed version of a Madge and Gale story called Unthinkable that you should check out, though it explores a lot of very dark themes. I like to play around with people's reactions to certain situations, as you may be able to tell already. So, let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue. Thanks(: