Usual disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer. Here is a story that popped into my head about what life would be like for Jacob after the end of Breaking Dawn. Enjoy!

I flipped through the channels quickly, so quickly that there was no way my eyes could have focused on the TV Guide on the screen. Finally I just shut the damn TV off and threw the remote control across the room. It landed with a thud on the other side of the sectional couch I was sitting on. I hated nights like these. Nights that made me worry, exasperated, frustrated, and lonely.

I got up and tumbled into the kitchen, opened the fridge and scanned the contents. Maybe I should eat some dinner. With Nessie hanging out so much over here, at least I had some real food. I was always up for eating, but never really bothered to stock the kitchen, until she started wanting to hang out with me more. It surprised me at first, since I was always over at the Cullen's place, that she wasn't getting sick and tired of me always hanging around. But I didn't dwell on that for long, I was too happy to have her with me, anytime of day or night. She was my world.

Since I was never home much, there wasn't usually a lot to choose from in my tiny condo. Lately, Ness and I had been out grocery shopping when she was over. That was fun, because she'd make a game of it. She'd touch my face and show me what she was craving to eat, and then we'd both bolt through the crowded grocery store to find that item. She usually beat me, but I didn't care. I just loved watching her squeal with delight, seeing her laugh, and playing along. But in the meantime, I'd stockpile the shopping cart with enough groceries to last four people through three meals a day for a month. Ness wasn't too big on vegetables, but she'd eat salads and she loved fruit. We'd buy pastas and chicken, fruits and salad fixings, ice cream for dessert and ingredients for her to bake cookies. Somewhere in there were her mother's genes for cooking, and man, could she cook. Recently, she seemed to enjoy coming over to my place and cooking up some food for me. I mean, I knew how to get by, I could fend for myself. But then again, most of the food I bought was for her anyway. Good thing she came over enough to get some use out of it. So I didn't gripe about her cooking for me too much, since she seemed to enjoy it, and I wasn't about to balk about anything that made her happy.

I huffed and slammed the fridge door again. Eating was the last thing on my mind, and looking at all the food made me think of her anyway. I glanced at the clock. 10:46. I wondered if she was home yet? Should I call over to Bella and make sure everything was okay?

Get a grip, I told myself. As worried as I was, there was no point in calling and bothering Bella and Edward. Those two lovebirds were probably cuddled in bed, watching or movie, or something. In the past seven years, they seemed as much in love as they had at their wedding. I shuddered, thinking of my mistakes that night. I was just thankful, every single day of my existence that everything had eventually worked out, for everyone involved. The months from which Edward came back and seemingly stole Bella away from me again until the birth of Ness were the darkest months of my life. I really saw no way that I could ever be happy again. I mean, the girl I loved had run back into the arms of literally my worst enemy, she had accepted his marriage proposal, and then they come back from a month long honeymoon and she's pregnant with a baby that was already stronger than her and breaking her body from the inside out. I felt for sure that Bella was going to die right in front of me, and then my life would be over too. She would die, I would kill her bloodsucker of a husband, and then find someway to end my own life. Nothing would have been worth living without Bella, especially knowing every day that went on, that she died of what I'd hated the most.

Oh, how absolutely everything had changed.

I felt bad for even thinking the word bloodsucker as I thought back to Edward and how close he and I had become. In the earlier years, I found myself wishing I could read his thoughts for just a moment, to see if he really was genuine in his feelings for me. I could no longer hate him as I had once Ness was born, but I had wondered if he felt the same. He was her father and Nessie was clearly half Edward. She looked just like him when she'd roll her eyes and every so often when she wasn't getting her way, her jaw would tighten up and she'd lift her chin a little and I knew that was something she got from him. Except when she made those faces, my heart melted.

It took me awhile to get used to the fact that Edward was really okay with having me around. It sure went a lot easier than I'd anticipated. I thought I would drive him crazy, hanging out with them all the time. Not that it would have changed a thing for me, I'd still have found a way to be with Ness. But I was convinced he'd hate me even more since I'd imprinted on his daughter. First, I was the guy that kept hanging around at inopportune times because I was still in love with his girlfriend, and then wife. Then Ness comes along and I imprint on her. I would be like the guy he could never get rid of! But surprisingly, he took it in stride. We were on the same team then. He wanted nothing but happiness and safety for Ness, and I wanted the exact same thing. I think a large part of it also had to do with the fact that he could see my thoughts and know that Bella was just a friend to me, once again. I would never again be in love with Bella for as long as I lived. Their daughter had my heart.

As for Bella, what can I say? Our friendship remained the same that it's always been, and even better, I think, since the turmoil is out of the way. Edward and I got along, I didn't disown her for becoming a vamp, and I loved her daughter more than anything else in the world. How could it get better than that?

I looked at the clock again. 11:02. Damn it. It's not like Ness would call me and check in or anything. I mean she lived with her parents and abided by their rules. But I couldn't help but be uptight as the time ticked by. I needed a distraction, something to clear my mind.