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Generous

BPOV

I sighed as I brushed yet another strand of my mahogany hair away from my face. It drove me crazy to think that here I was at age 39 and I had just let my car run out of gas. I had driven through the Phoenix desert enough times to know that there wouldn't be another gas station for miles, but I still drove by that Shell station without bothering to stop at it.

"This always has to happen when its my weekend with the kids doesn't it?," I mumble as I walk looking for anyone who would be willing to take me to the nearest gas station. I know that if I have to call my ex-husband and tell him to keep the kids a little bit longer, he would. That was how Edward was.

Some people were still puzzled about why Edward and I had divorced because we acted like we were very much in love with each other. We were but we didn't want to be married anymore. Like we are still so very much connected but we have drifted apart from each other. I guess you could say that after being together for a little bit over 20 years, we wanted to see what it was like to be in a relationship with someone else or just single altogether.

My thoughts are interrupted as I saw this incredibly toned, dark-skinned man ride closer to me on his motorcycle. I felt like I was in high school again and I was gazing deeply at the motorcycle that had sat in front of Forks High for as long as I was a student at it and how I would daydream for hours of who it belonged to. The only difference now was that I know who the cycle belonged to.

"Car broke down?," he asked as he rode his cycle closer to me. His voice was deep. Not the sexy deep that Edward had had but there was this lure in it that would somehow draw you to him.

"No, I ran out of gas. Didn't realize just how much desert there was.," I blushed. The man let out a deep, loud laugh that reminded me of my former brother-in-law Emmett.

"I hear ya. If you don't mind, I'll have one of my boys pick the car up for ya. Shouldn't be too hard for 'um to find it considering this is a pretty common place for cars to break down.," he smiled, "Right smack dab in the middle of the desert. So ya gottta name?" What do I say to him? I had gone back to my maiden name of Swan last year after Edward and I had divorced but I still hadn't gotten used to being called Ms. Swan instead of Mrs. Masen by my children's friends.

"Bella Swan. Thanks for the favor. So are you going to just leave me out here or what?," I said in a tone that might've come out as a tad bit over-flirtatious. The man let out another laugh.

"No actually, Ms. Swan, I was going to take ya up to a coffee shop not far from where the garage that I own.," he pauses and laughs awkwardly, "I mean if you don't have anyone to come n pick ya up. Do ya?" I was getting amused by how he never spoke like any of my coworkers did. They would die if they heard him saying 'ya' instead of 'you'.

"Yes but it would take hours for them to get here because most of my family is in Washington. In fact I was on my way to see them today for a family gathering.," I lied. I could just look at the man and tell that he would be fine with it if he found out I was divorced and had children but I had put my faith into too many people in the past then they turn out to be complete assholes. I couldn't risk it again with this guy. Whatever his name is.

"Well hop on then. I'll try not to go too fast for ya but I must warn ya, I am a speed demon," he said as he patted the seat behind him, "That bein' said it might be a good idea to hold on. Got it?" I nodded.

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The ride to the coffee shop was pretty silent. I could only assume it was because of the roaring of the motorcycle. He was right when he said he went fast. Most people would be surprised if I told them that I loved it. He could've gone faster and I wouldn't have complained. That's just how I was. I was one to go sixty in a 45 zone. Some women collected men, I collected speeding tickets.

"So hey, what part of Washington are ya from? I've got some family up in Forks. Decided to move here after I got a scholarship over at the University of Phoenix. Haven't been back in years but I plan to. Show my three sons where their old man grew up.," he said as he takes an occasional sip of his coffee, "This shit is awful but the caffeine in it helps a lot on tight days." After finding out that he lived in Forks at one time, I almost wanted to ask him how old he was to see if we might've gone to school together. I silently scowled myself for wanting to know so much about this man that I didn't even know what his name was.

"I'm from Forks also. Small world, isn't it?," I paused when I heard a buzzing in my pocket, "Shit, I've got to tell my ex to keep our kids for a little bit longer. This will only be a minute." The man nodded and pointed over to the bathroom.

The bathroom was pretty empty but then again, so is the coffee shop. With it being a mom-and-pop kind of place and the Starbucks across the street, I could only guess that the reason why it was empty was because of the Starbucks.

"Hi Edward. Sorry I didn't call you sooner but my car ran out of gas.," I explained. I could hear his laugh even over the phone.

"And you didn't call me sooner because you were embarrassed? You never change, do you Bells?," he chuckled, "Don't worry, Bells. I'll just take the kids to a movie or something. Connor has been harassing me to see that new Tron flick. I swear nothing makes you feel older than all these sequels and remakes they keep making of these classics. But I digress. So where are you at?" He let out a soft sigh like he always did when he knew he was going off about something.

"I'm at some little coffee shop in Phoenix. Or rather I'm in the bathroom at some little coffee shop in Phoenix. Thanks, Edward." People were starting to flock in so I had to attempt to cut the conversation short.

"Well are you going to be able to get here?," he sighed, a huge change from the tone he had had a few minutes ago.

"Yeah. I met a mechanic who said he'd have his workers pick the car up for me.," I pause when I heard more footsteps, "Hey, sorry to cut this conversation short but people are starting to come in. I'll talk to you later. Say hi to the kids for me.," I said before we exchanged a few goodbyes and I hung up the phone.

The man looked at me with a smile as I sat back down at the table we were sitting at. It was there that I realized just how toned his biceps were. They were as perfectly toned as the rest of his body was.

"Hey Ms. Swan, while ya were talking to your ex it occurred to me that I've never formally introduced myself. Name's Jacob Black. My buddies call me Jake so if ya want to, ya can call me that.," he winked, "Well now that that's over with, so ya got kids? How many? My wife always wanted more kids but God works in mysterious ways. But hey, I'm not going to give my problems to a total stranger." His once happy attitude turned into sadness in a flash.

"Five.," I laughed as I watched his eyes grow huge with shock, "Yeah. My ex and I had the first one when we were both 19 and I guess you could say we couldn't stop. The oldest one's 20 and the youngest just turned 10 a few months ago." Jake was so unlike Edward. Then again Edward and I were just kids when we got together and Jake talked like him and his wife were a little bit more mature than Edward and I were when they got together.

"I cannot believe you have a 20 year old. You don't look it. So how long were you and your ex together for?" We exchanged a look that said that neither of us could believe how open we were being with the other one and we had known each other for how long? A couple of hours at the most.

But by the time Jake's workers-who I found out were in fact his sons-called him to say that they had found my car and had filled it up with gas, we had already found out so much about each other. Jake was one of the most charming men I've met.

"Hey, some time you oughta bring you kids over here. I'd love to meet them. Or I can take that trip with my sons to Forks like I was tellin' ya about this spring. Do it during Spring Break so our kids won't miss a day of school and the shop will be empty anyway.," he offered while we stood in front of my car.

"Sure. I'd like that.," I smiled while I stepped in my car. I sighed as I searched around for a piece of paper and some kind of writing utensil. "Jake, here's my phone number so we can talk out the plans. Talk to you later?"

"Sure. Oh yeah and it might be a good idea to tell you that if I call ya, the caller ID will probably say something like Black Mechanics. Most of the time I call someone its usually while I'm at the shop. But I don't mean to hold ya.," he said.

The thing that happened next shocked me, we kissed. Not that I didn't enjoy it-he was by far one of the best kissers I've ever met-it was just that we hadn't known each other for only a few hours. I know that anyone would tell me that if I didn't want it to happen then why did I act onto it? It could've been because I was a poor divorced woman who was used to getting some at least once a week. It could've been that I was a desperate divorced woman that trembled at the idea of being old and alone so she would automatically jump on the first hunky guy that looked in her direction. It really could've been a lot of things but there was something about Jacob Black that made me yearn for him.

"Drive safely, Bella.," he chirped, acting as if nothing had happened. Maybe nothing had happened. Maybe this was nothing more than just a friendly gesture that he did to everyone. Maybe he was just being generous.

AN: So that was the first chapter of MotM. So its basically going to be a set of drabbles based on one word or rather its going to be a short chapter based on one word. If anyone knows someone who could beta read this, I would appreciate it. And if some tenses are off its because I've changed the POV like 3 times already. Read and review but do have some respect towards me.