A little later then promised, but it's here none the less. And please note that they are older here.

Twenty and Twenty five or so. Reviews are always nice. And if I do anymore one-shots of Lynn and Jake, they'll be posted in this story.

The bell chimed, signalling me that someone had entered the store.

"Hello Lynn," Quil grinned down at me.

"Hey," I smiled, "Claire's just in the other room, shelving some new books."

Quil crossed the small bookstore with only a few long strides and sat on the desk at which I was currently sitting. Claire stepped out the door next to the desk with a black book in hand.

"All finished, I think," she said, "and I've decided that today I would be paid with Kelley Armstrong's newest."

She waved the book she was holding then looked at Quill, "Ready to go?"

"Of course," Quil got down from the desk and turned to me, "You want a ride? Jake would bite me if he found out I let you drive by yourself in your condition."

"Nah," I waved my hand at him, "He's on his way already probably. I will most definitely not be driving myself."

"Alright then," he turned to leave, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight!" Claire waved and smiled and Quill opened the door for her then followed her out.

I leaned back in my soft chair and let out a breath. Thank goodness I have Claire to help me. Apparently with my 'condition' I shouldn't spend too much time on my feet or overwork myself. That's what Carlisle told me anyways. He's probably right too. Not that I'd ever admit that.

The light at the front door flickered and I made a mental note to get Jake to replace it soon. For a small little business in a rainy, almost abandoned, tucked away little corner of the world like this, I like to think we're doing pretty well.

Books crammed onto the shelves, covering every inch of wall from floor to ceiling. The smell of books, old and new, filled the little shop. The floors were a hardwood that had been there for years and years but was never changed. Probably because it was still almost as good as new. Except for the occasional scratch. The door next to the desk led to the next room, also book covered walls from floor to ceiling. During the slightly warmer but still cool summer days, the windows were opened in hopes of tempting in some fresh air.

I almost fell asleep on my perch when the bell chimed again.

"Hey," A smile took over my lips when I saw him.

He walked across the room and picked me up carefully and kissed me, my hands automatically reaching around his neck. He sat me down on the desk and pulled his lips off of mine.

"You feel fine right?" He asked me, leaning his forehead on my own, "I mean, nothing unusual happened today? I mean, you really scared us last month. I thought I was going to die."

"Don't worry so much," I told him, "do you really think that I wouldn't have told you if something did happen."

"Maybe."

"Geez, you guys act like I'm going to die if I so much as lift a pinkie."

I rolled my eyes at him and laughed.

"Well, I have to worry," He said, standing up and then kneeling down in front of me, his face level with my stomach, "because that's our son you're carrying around in there."

I placed my hand on my planet of a stomach and he put his over top of mine.

"He really likes to kick," I breathed, "a lot."

"I know," he said, "you told me. And I can feel it pretty well too."

He stood up and, like everyone else always had to do, looked down at me, "Let's get you two home."

I got down from the desk and reached over to the wall and flicked off four of the three switches. All except two of the lights shut off.

I picked up my purse and threw it over my shoulder with one hand and with the other, took Jake's hand.

After making sure the door was locked and everything was shut, we stepped into the almost completely empty parking lot and into the dark and rainy night.