Preface

Jacob brushed his hair out of his eyes in annoyance. It was getting long again and he was really going to have to cut it. He slid out from underneath the car when he heard the shrill voice of Hadley. He was having a shitty week already, he really didn't need to deal with her right now.

'Miss, you're not allowed back here' John said to her angrily. Jacob stood up, brushing the grease from his hands onto his jeans and held his hand up to his boss.

'It's okay John' he told him. John looked annoyed but nodded once and walked away. Jacob was his best employee at the shop and he trusted him with things. Everything would be alright. They had an easy alliance. Hadley stalked forward and glared at Jacob, her hands were on her hips and she looked pissed. Really pissed. Jacob frowned at the sight and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something.

'I'm pregnant' she blurted. 'You got me pregnant.'

Jacob heard the words come out of her over done pouty pink lips but his brain couldn't register or process the meaning behind them. He stared at her, surely thinking she was making a joke. Then again, she didn't make jokes very often and the longer he looked at her the more he realised that she might actually be serious.

'Well say something!' She shouted. Jacob looked around the room and found that Quil and Embry seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Anger rippled through him as he finally gained the ability to think and speak. How dare she come to his workplace and drop this bombshell on him in front of everybody?

'What the hell do you think you're doing, coming in here to tell me something like this?' he seethed

'What did you expect? Did you expect me to call you and I'd announce the news of our love child over dinner and wine?' She spat it sarcastically and Jacob could almost taste the venom behind her words. His body started trembling and he had to close his eyes and breathe in and out deeply to stop from phasing. This woman…she couldn't be carrying his child. He didn't love her. Actually, he kind of hated her. He cursed himself for being so careless and stupid to allow this to happen. It was all her fault…if she hadn't left with that fucking leech- he snapped out of it and tried to concentrate. Focus on the present he chanted to himself. It had been over a year and he still couldn't get her out of his head.

'What do you want me to do?' he finally said

'I don't want you to do anything Jacob I just came to tell you. I'm leaving you, we've been too distant for too long now. Actually, there was never anything really there. I also wanted to tell you that I'm not keeping it, I'm getting an abortion.'

He didn't hear anything else except the word 'abortion.' It echoed around his head and he almost felt faint. The word didn't even exist in his world. Nothing was ever bad enough to require killing a baby. And he'd be damned if he was going to let this hateful woman murder his child.

'No you're not' he thundered 'you're not going to kill my baby'

'Your baby?' she laughed bitterly. 'The last time I checked it was growing inside of my body. You can't stop me Jacob, I don't want it. I'm 18 years old, I want to go to college in LA. If you think I'm going to be stuck at home raising an unwanted mistake of a child you have another thing coming.'

Jacob knew his anger was not going to win her over or persuade her to keep the baby and he was frantic. His mind grabbed for ideas and he spat out the first one he could think of.

'You don't have to look after it. I will. You can go to LA or wherever it is and leave it with me' he said hurriedly before she walked out of the door. The full force of his decision would come crashing down on him later but right now he couldn't bring himself to care. She couldn't get rid of his child. Her brown eyes bore into his, confusion and contemplation dancing over her face.

'Why would you want to do that?' She asked

'What does that matter?' he spat 'just…don't get an abortion. Have the baby and I will raise it. You can go wherever the hell you want.'

'How do I know you won't just abandon your plans as soon as it's born?' she asked seriously

He stalked closer to her until he was right in front of her, towering over her small frame. She looked a little intimidated but his senses picked up her racing heartbeat and…arousal at him being so close to her. She sickened him, to the very core. His looks were all she ever wanted him for anyway, she never cared about him at all. He realised that now.

'I would never abandon my child' he said dangerously. 'When he's born, you can leave and I never want to see you again.'

There was a gleam in her eyes as she looked at him. Right now, he knew she held power over him and he couldn't stand it. He was alpha, he was in charge.

'I'll keep it. But don't come crying to me when you can't afford to take care of it. I don't want anything to do with you or the baby ever again when I leave.'

She gave him a lingering stare before turning on her heels. At the door she turned back around and looked at him.

'If you're not there waiting at the hospital the very day it's born, it's been put up for adoption and you'll never see it again.' With that she walked away and Jacob was left numb.

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8 months later

Jacob stood in the corner of the room at Forks hospital carrying a blanket and a car seat. Hadley had given birth a few hours ago and his son was ready to go home now.

'Are you sure you don't want to see your son?' the kind midwife asked the pretty brunette who lay in the bed.

'He's not my son' she spat venomously. In the months during her pregnancy, she had grown even more hateful towards her unborn child. Pregnancy was a bitch, she grew fat and moody and she couldn't for the life of her remember why she'd agreed to keep this baby. Her mother sat beside her, pleading with her to reconsider but it was too late. Hadley's mind was set. Tomorrow, she was on the first plane to LA and she wouldn't think twice to look back. Jacob had made her sign papers in court, saying that she fully agreed to give sole custody to him and she'd gladly complied. He didn't fully trust that she wouldn't come back to try and take him away in a few years. He wouldn't have that. This baby was his.

The midwife brought the baby over to Jacob and he held out his hands to collect his son and wrap him in a blanket. The raw reality of everything that was about to happen came crashing down on him in full force and he was scared. He looked down into the sleepy deep brown eyes of his son and was overcome with emotion. The baby looked exactly like him from the black hair to the curve of his mouth. He was a few shades lighter than Jacob himself but he was perfect. Without even looking back, Jacob strode out of the hospital. Ready for his new life to begin.