Jacobs Arms

I floored it. Jacob was hurt, and as much as I wanted to blame Leah, I couldn't. It was my fault that the damn bloodsuckers (Jacob rubbed off on me) came here and hurt my Jacob. My Jacob, I claimed him and he can't even kiss me. I'm so selfish, he does everything for me and I can't even give him a chance. Well, at least I gave him a decent kiss, oh that kiss. It was amazing, so passionate and yet so sweet. It was perfect bliss. Ugh, Edward. I can't believe he did that. He knew that Jacob was right there and he said that we're getting married, poor Jacob.

I pulled up to the Black's tiny red house and jumped out of my crappy old truck. I heard an agonizing scream come from the house. I winced. Jacob. Billy was sitting in his wheelchair, horror written on his face. I felt so bad for him. His only son was in torturing pain and he could do nothing about it. Another scream came from the house. I looked from Billy to the Pack.

They held a hard mask trying to hide the pain and sympathy for their fellow pack member. And yet another scream sounded from the tiny house, but this time it was followed with bangs. We all turned to look up at Jake's window. I could see Carlisle's shadow, a lamp and then Jake's shadow came into view. It made me want to cry. A scream came from his open mouth and if you listened closely, you could here his bones crack.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. Then I saw Leah. She looked the worst. Her face held nothing but guilt and sympathy. She knew that Jake saved her life, and now he wasn't getting an award, he was getting punished. Punished for her immaturity. I felt a pang of pity for her, but it disappeared when another scream filled my eardrums. I shivered and looked back up at the house.

You could hear Jake's heavy breathing. He was in so much pain. I knew I had to make a choice, it was Edward, it always was. But I couldn't help but realize what a mistake I could be making. Jacob was right, he could offer me so much more, a family, love, a life, and when Edward changed me, there was no going back.

Just then, the screen door opened and Carlisle stepped out. My breath caught in my throat. He nodded and quickly walked over to me.

"He wants to see you." He said gently to me.

Billy thanked him and I went inside. I made my way to Jake's closet/room and opened the door, but what I saw of my Jacob made me want to cry.

He was all sweaty and bandages were wrapped around him. His breathing was heavy and he had nothing but pain and misery written on his face. He gave a soft smile when he saw me and patted the empty spot next to him with his good arm.

I cautiously walked over to his bed and gingerly sat down, trying not to shift the bed.

"Hi Bells." He said in a weak breathy voice.

I gave a sympathetic smile.

"Hi Jake."

He smiled a bit and closed his eyes. It was silent. Even more silence, ugh, I hated eerie silences. So I started to talk.

"So, how are you feeling?"

Great question! He just got his bones re-broken and you ask him how he's feeling!

He chuckled but then grabbed his ribs and moaned. I immediately panicked. I felt his ribs gently and asked him tons of questions.

"Are you ok? Can I help? Should I get Carlisle?"

He chuckled again.

"Bells, stop making me laugh, it hurts."

I gave a sheepish smile and pulled my hand away.

"I wish it didn't hurt, Jake." I said with a tear rolling down my cheek.

"Aw Bells, don't cry hon." He said pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, its just that, I'm not near enough what you deserve Jake and you do everything for me and-," he cut me off.

"No, Bella, don't you ever think that way, I do what I do because I care about you and I want to, and your right, your not what I deserve, your more sweetie." He said in a sincere but stern tone.

I looked at him and saw in his eyes how much he really cared for me. Love, passion, lust, and devotion was hidden behind those dark eyes. That's when I knew my choice. I loved my choice, a life full of love, bloodsuckers and food, scratch that lots of food.

I smiled and gently leaned down and pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss. He smiled and reached his good arm around my waist pulling me closer. He, being Jacob, deepened the kiss and ran his tongue along my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I gladly gave. Before I knew it, my hands were everywhere. His face, his chest, his arms, his hair. Gosh I can't even tell you how many times I heard him moan, and not from pain.

When we finally pulled apart he gave the cheekiest smile I had ever seen.

"That was nice." He said in a dreamy tone.

I giggled and laid my head softly on his chest, avoiding his injured side. He sighed and kissed the crown of my head.

Before I knew it he was softly snoring away looking adorable with his mouth slightly open mumbling words about me and "that damn bloodsucker". I gently kissed his forehead and laid back down. I wasn't going to be leaving tonight.

Sure Edward would be mad that I didn't come home tonight, but right now; I really didn't give a damn. I was happy right were I was and always will be, Jacobs arms.