A/N: A few readers have asked me in the last year to re-post the outtakes for this story and due to lack of time, I sadly never had the opportunity. I had a little free time today so I thought I would take the chance to do as they asked. To those who have stuck with the story as long as you have and to those who have freshly stumbled upon it, thank you so much for all of your support, encouragement and kind words. I promise this story will be finished, as soon as I can find the time to devote to it wholly. I am immensely grateful for your infinite patience and ask that you bear with me just a little longer...

This outtake is in Jacob's POV (which I shifted to first-person POV as an experiment at the time) and has been re-edited slightly to reflect Jacob's character better in this story. If you haven't read the story beforehand, this may be a tad spoiler-y.

Beta Note: This is unbeta'd so I apologize for any grammatical errors found.

Disclaimer: Everything Twilight related belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

This outtake takes place after Bella and Jacob get on the plane headed to Seattle at the end of the "Silence" chapter.

JPOV

I shifted a little in the seat. My ass was starting to hurt. Yeah, first class is a hell of a lot roomier than coach but I was stuck in this position. And I looked down at the reason why.

Bella.

My Bella.

How beautiful she is. Her eyes closed and her pink lips slightly parted. Her chest moving up and down slowly in deep sleep.

I leaned in and kissed her forehead for the thousandth time during our flight. There was never any gesture, never any words I could ever say to show this woman just how much I loved her.

Hard to believe that this all happened in six weeks but it's real. It's there and it's real. I just know it's right. Something tells me she's starting to see it, too, but sometimes I can't be sure.

Last night... Well, last night was one of the best nights of my life and yet, one of the worst. We had been so happy at Em's. The way she had run down the stairs and jumped into my arms, telling me she missed me. Fuck. I wasn't lying when I said I could have that happen for the rest of my life and die happily. She makes me happy. I smiled down at her sleeping form, kissed her forehead once more and leaned my head back again.

I tried to close my eyes and get in a quick power nap but my mind was too keyed up. Everytime I closed them I'd see Bella. The Bella that scared the fuck out of me.

When that piece of shit had said those things to her last night, I saw what happened. I saw her face. It had hurt her. Cut into her so deep she just shut down. And then my Bella wasn't there anymore. Instead there was an empty shell left behind, not moving, practically not breathing.

I wanted to beat the shit out of him for hurting her like that but when I saw Em move in and try to talk to her and she wasn't responding, my instincts kicked in. I had to get to her, help her. Something was wrong, very wrong. I felt the urge even stronger when I saw her backing away from Em. Em, the one person besides me who she trusted implicitly. She had told me how close they were. A fact I had become grateful for this past weekend.

And even when I tried to reach her, she looked at me blankly, like a damn zombie. Like she didn't know who I was. It fucking broke my heart when she wanted to leave, without me, but I ignored the pain and did what I had to do to take care of her. She's what matters.

Thank God for Em. Man, if that guy wasn't on my side, I swear he and I would have fucking killed each other. He is a big guy and just as devoted to Bella as I am. If Bella told him to beat my ass, he would and not even think twice about it. But at least he got the fucking prick away from me and Bella, gave us the time we needed.

I admit it, when I saw how skittish she was, how 'spooked', it made me even sadder but worse than that, it scared me. She stayed as far from me in the car as she could. And when I tried to touch her hand, just to let her know I was there, she recoiled from me. Me. Her Jake.

I was so fucking scared I was going to lose her. I didn't know what to do. I thought about calling Em or, hell, even Blondie, but I didn't know if they could get through to her. I thought about Em's failed attempts and decided to just let things be and see where they went. I would get through to her. Somehow, some way, I would.

I did my best to make her smile and after a while, she finally did. Once I heard her laugh, I knew my Bella was back. She was still there, buried deep underneath all of that pain. The haunted look was still in her eyes, though, but she was hugging me. As long as she wasn't shrinking away from me, as long as she was touching me, I knew it would be okay.

I have to say, whatever Prickward said to her, really did a number on her. She was a lot more dependent on me, a little more clingy, than she normally would have been. I didn't mind so much. I love the girl. If she wanted to hold my hand and keep me in her bed, who was I to complain? Especially, when I had been fighting so hard to be in that position? It was my fucking dream. For once, she was depending on me, looking to me for something and not running to that fucker. I could live with that. But, I didn't have to look at her face to know that as much as she was back and with me, there was something still different, something changed. Something still sitting there, in between us, keeping us from one another, like a huge fucking wedge. And it killed me.

I never really realized just how much access I had to her before all of this. I thought she had kept me at bay before, never wanting to get too involved with me at first, and then scared to admit how she really felt about me because she was convinced she couldn't be without Edward.

But I was wrong.

Now it was harder to get through to her. Now is where I didn't have full access to her. Suddenly, Edward wasn't the biggest threat anymore. This was. This is what's keeping me from the girl I love. I didn't know what this was but I'll be damned if it or anything else was going to come between us.

And of course, Em wouldn't tell me. I asked him but he just shook his head and said it was for Bella to tell me if she wanted me to know. It wasn't for him to say. I pushed him into a wall for that one. He took it in stride, of course, apologizing left and right but standing firm in his decision. Eventually, I calmed down and let him go. He wasn't the one I was pissed at. It was stupid of me to ask. I should have known he wouldn't give it up. Bella was his number one priority, too. A role both of us took very seriously. So I brushed him off, thanked him, apologized myself, told him I'd talk to him tomorrow and went back upstairs to my girl.

I stared down at Bella.

This is the girl I'm meant to be with. If I believed in such crap like fate and destiny, then this girl was the one. No doubt about it. I felt it every time I kissed her, every time I touched her, hell, every time I heard her voice. I just knew. This is the woman who's meant to carry my last name. Hell, even Tom the really smart driver knew. She's meant to be with me. I just know it. And I'm gonna make sure she knows it, too.

I had already called Dad and let him know I was coming for that ring. Mom's ring.

Dad's not an idiot. I didn't fill him in on all the details but he knows I'm getting divorced. I think he was a little surprised when I asked him to give me the ring when I see him but he didn't say anything and would have it waiting and ready. I knew he had always wondered why I didn't give it to Ness when I asked her to marry me. But, then again, he did meet Ness at the wedding. So, he kind of had an idea why. She wasn't the type to appreciate the sentiments attached to the small band my mother had once worn, since it wasn't brand new or weighted down by a huge fucking diamond, no matter how much it meant to me so I didn't even bother. Instead, I used some of the little savings I had in conjunction with a small loan from Sam to buy her something more suited to her tastes. I scoffed in disgust. Even then it hadn't mattered...

I shook my head, scattering the direction those past thoughts were going in and focused on the present. I'm not fucking stupid. I know if I ask Bella right now with how unsure she is with everything and with this on top of it, not to mention how short of a relationship we've actually had so far or the fact that she still loves that shit of a husband she has, I'm getting my ass handed to me. She'll freak and run off and I definitely will never see her again. But, I have an opportunity and I'm taking it. I was going out there, anyway. Why not kill two birds with one stone and get the ring while I'm at it?

I know what my dad and Rach are gonna say when I talk to them. 'Six weeks? Are you sure? That's not a long enough time to jump into marriage, Jake.' Yep, I'm that fucking sure. I feel it everywhere. Bella is it for me and soon that prick of a husband of hers is gonna know it, too, and he'll be history.

I know she's gonna pick me. I just know it. She feels it, too. She was happy last night. Just as much as I was. Until all that other shit happened, that is. And holding her in my arms last night, while she was asleep? Best fucking night of my life.

Like I said, best night and worst night of my life right there. I only hope these four days will be even better. And they will be. I'll make sure of it.

The blonde stewardess made her way over to me again. And of course, she shook her hips and flipped her hair, giving me that smile. I think she even lifted her skirt up a little before coming over to talk to me. Inside, I rolled my eyes at her. What an easy lay this would be had I not already met the woman of my dreams and had her snuggled into my side. Hell, I wouldn't even have to work for it with how eager this girl was. She was hot, no question about it, and her legs went on for miles. All I would have to do is give her a look, make my way towards the back, take her into the bathroom, bend her sweet ass over, lift her skirt and shove into her. I'd have her screaming against my hand in no time, begging me for more. Fuck, I bet she'd let me do whatever I fucking wanted to her and I hadn't been able to do that for a while now... The idea resurrected a little nostalgia but also brought with it a large wave of guilt that consumed me when Bella stirred slightly next to me. I glanced down towards her sleeping form and the guilt tripled. How could I ever fucking think that shit? Even though I hadn't planned on doing anything, even thinking it, with some fucked up tiny tendrils of nostalgia from my past attached to it, was wrong. Bella's lips curved into a small smile in sleep and it made me smile in return. How could I ever have those thoughts when I had this beautiful woman next to me? Old habits dying hard be damned; none of it mattered, only she did. I brushed my lips tenderly against the crown of her head before turning back to meet the translucent blue gaze focused intently on me, determination shadowing my every move and resolve lining the words shaping in my throat.

The bold flight attendant leaned down to talk to me and gave me a nice view of her cleavage. Wait, didn't they have some sort of dress code for stewardesses or something? Is she really allowed to pop those buttons on her dress shirt? Fuck, why couldn't that other stewardess from the beginning of the flight be serving us? With everything going on, this girl trying to tempt me back to my old ways was the last fucking shit I needed.

She smiled extra wide and I think I even saw her tongue slip along her bottom lip, the woman attached to my side not even a thought in her pretty little head. Are you fucking kidding me?

"Is there anything else I can get for you, sir? Anything?" She practically purred.

Only a fucking slut would hit on me every fucking two minutes while my girl (supposed girlfriend or wife to these people) is sleeping against my chest. I seriously debated on just telling her to get her ass away from me but we still had a couple of hours left to go and she was only one of two stewardesses serving us. I didn't want to cause a problem. But the guilt from earlier reared its ugly head, reminding me that I had allowed her tempting offer to get into my head for a fraction of second and rage strengthened my resolve.

I gave her a polite but empty smile.

This bitch wasn't my fucking type anyway. Nope. Petite brunettes that have me going fucking crazy for them every minute of every day is more my style. Petite brunettes who like to lay against me and listen to my heart beat. Petite brunettes who tell me they love me each chance they get and lay kisses on me that make my world end.

"No, thank you. We're fine. But if we need anything, we'll let you know." I gave her the best damn meaningful look I could while still remaining courteous about it.

She smiled even wider. What the fuck? "Okay, well if you need anything, anything at all, I'll be in the back right next to the bathrooms."

I stared at her in disbelief.

She smirked and stood up slowly and walked away, shaking her ass for my benefit.

I shook my head. I had to hand it to the blonde. She was determined but no fucking way was she going to get what she wanted. She could fuck some other horny bastard in that tiny shit bathroom.

"Jaaaake..."

My fucking heart stopped and my dick throbbed. Shit. I looked down. Had Bella heard everything? Had she seen the whole exchange? Had she known how I had been thinking mere moments ago?

Thankfully, Bella was still asleep.

Fuck, had she just moaned my name? Oh shit, did that mean she was dreaming of me? Was I fucking drilling her? God, I hoped I was. The thought had me at full salute, making me discreetly adjust myself.

She moaned again and dug into my chest with her fingers. It hurt in the best way possible. "Baby..."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! The hard-on from hell was back. Shit! I wanted to get her into the fucking bathroom. I now had the urge to join the mile-high club. Fuck!

Her fingers gripped tighter making me groan. Shit, I hoped no one heard that.

"Mmmmmm baby, yessss, just like that, mmmm..."

I did a quick scan to make sure no one was looking our way. They weren't. I looked back to see her breathing a little faster than before.

Holy fucking hell. I wanted to unzip my jeans, pull my dick out, grab Bella, move her underwear to the side and slide her right onto me. Fuck, I needed her so badly. My dick was so hard it was practically pulsing and it fucking hurt. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her. Fuck the rest of the plane. We'll give 'em a show.

And then I heard a gasp. "Right there, Jake. Right...there...harder..."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. This girl was trying to fucking kill me.

She started panting in my ear and I fucking lost it. I opened my eyes and kissed her. Not hard enough to wake her up but just enough to taste her. Something I wouldn't dare do while she was awake.

I pulled back, not really wanting to, but not about to force my tongue down her throat while she was asleep.

I heard her whisper, "Baby...I love you."

I couldn't help but smile. She was somehow still asleep. She was fucking me in her dream and yet still telling me she loved me. Maybe this meant we could go back to the way things were before?

I kissed her nose, I loved her nose. "Baby, I love you, too. So fucking much. I promise, this trip is going to be amazing for us. You'll see," I whispered to her.

Then I heard a slight snore. I shook my head, smiling. I kissed her forehead, leaned back in my chair and chuckled.

Only Bella.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I love this girl so fucking much, I'd do anything for her. Anything at all.

Now if only this fucking hard-on would go away on its own...

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I must have dozed off for a bit.

I opened my eyes, yawning and checking my watch. I must have been out for a good twenty minutes.

Just twenty? Damn.

I looked down at Bella. Still asleep, although no longer snoring.

I shook my head again and kissed her forehead. My Bella. My Bells. Just then, I heard the curtain open a ways in front of us.

There stood the blonde, looking clearly miffed that I hadn't just drooled and followed her to the back. I vaguely wondered how long she had been waiting. Ah, I didn't really fucking care. Like I said, I've got my perfect woman in my arms. Nobody and nothing else matters.

The blonde gave me the evil eye and started to make her way towards me.

I sighed in annoyance. Was she fucking kidding me? Didn't my not meeting her in the back like she offered been obvious enough that I wasn't interested? This was just getting fucking ridiculous. Okay, no more being polite. I needed to put this bitch in her place and fast.

A hand shot out and interrupted her stride. Some old guy was trying to get her attention for another blanket or something. She very reluctantly stopped and helped him.

I turned and kissed Bella's lips one more time, not caring in the least if the blonde saw. And then I grabbed Bella's left hand and kissed the bare spot on her ring finger.

God, I loved her for that. How fucking amazing a feeling it was to take her hand earlier and find she had taken them off. I was going to ask her to once we got to the garage, out of respect for our trip but really more so for me. She was with me for four days. I didn't think it was that outrageous of a request.

But she had done it all on her own. And for me. For us.

I had never wanted to grab her and make love to her so much than I did right there. I wanted to make love to her for hours, not caring that it was Edward's bed or not. Or if he'd come home to find me making his wife scream my name in his bed or not. But she had pulled me out of my fantasy and quickly. I was thankful because I was about to let my dick run the show.

But the sound of her voice tugged at my heart and reminded me exactly why I didn't. Why I was holding back, waiting. Why I was doing everything I was to keep her with me, to take care of her, to protect her from getting hurt. I love her.

I kissed her finger one more time and then lowered her hand gently. I leaned my head back, seeing the blonde glaring at me. I gave her one hell of a cocky smile. She scoffed and turned away, heading back to the curtained area, her ass no longer shaking. Well, guess that was the end of my drink run.

I leaned forward a little and pulled out one of the magazines we had bought, flipping it over. Cosmo. I chuckled and opened it eagerly. I didn't give a shit if anyone saw me reading it. Yeah, it's a chick mag but like Bella said, the articles are really the important part. I smirked when I remembered how she had teased me in the store.

I checked the table of contents and flipped straight to '15 Of the Hottest Sex Tips Every Couple Should Know'.

I started reading through.

Check.

Check.

Check.

Kind of.

Check.

Wait, hold on. No, we definitely have not done that. Shit, we need to. I looked down at Bella and tried to imagine her in that position.

I took a deep breath and felt my dick get even harder if it were possible. Fuck. We were doing it. Even if I had to wait 'till we got back home thanks to Fuckward's bullshit. We were definitely fucking doing that.

I went through the rest of the list. For the most part, we had done pretty much everything. Only a couple of things to try out. And I was fucking excited for them. And anyone who was sitting near me and Bella could tell I was excited, too.

Then I turned to the section titled: '7 Sex Toys That Are Already In Your Bedroom'. And for the first time, I was really grateful for the vibration option on my phone.

Speaking of vibrations, I wondered if Bella had brought the gift I had given her. I looked down at her sleeping face, sighed and kissed her forehead one more time. I smiled and turned back to the article. Well, if she had forgotten it in the...aftermath of everything, it was no problem. I would improvise and just have to pull something out of my stash. I smirked as I turned the page.