"Jake!" she squealed

"Yes, my lovely Bells? Your laughter sounds like Bells, but your breath smells like hell." I replied, still holding her over my shoulder

"Where are we going?"!"

"This little shack called my garage, I'm making my specialty."

"Oh no, not that train again."

"What? I upgraded."

"Oh, cold colas and warm Mac n Cheese?"

"No..."

"Yeah_ right!"

"I'm serious Bella, Emily and Kim helped me."

"So, since they helped you, it's good? They made it for you and you arranged the plate?"

"No, Bells, they just supervised."

I opened the door to reveal a nice little picnic type bed eat thing. I had lain allot of blankets and pillows against the couch, had the dinner plates under trays and a box of Cola's and Sprite lay in an ice bucket. I had opened the window to let natural light from the moon in and put some candles along the walk way so she could see. Her eyes widened and a huge smile formed. Then her eyes glistened with it. Her Jacob drawer opened. If only for a second, her eyes showed the love she felt for me.

It's hard to go against the grain, very very hard, but I don't need to fall in love because of an imprint shitty thing, I have all I ever want right here. I chose Bella when she found me in the garage on my third birthday. I chose her again when she talked to me about my mom on her funeral. I chose her again when she came to talk to me on First Beach. I chose her again when she brought me those bikes to fix her. I chose her again when she loved me for the monster I am and only told me I have to stop because she thought I was killing the humans, not the filthy parasite.

Then she opened us with big pale arms and blushed for us. I chose her once again the day she rode off with me on this very motorcycle that stands right on the side of us. I decided to make it an actual walk down memory lane. In the front I had balloons that read "Happy 3rd," Then a mud pie, Her protests against Barney, the loafers I wore to her sweet sixteen, followed by the suit, the motorcycles and then a heap of scrapbooks I, with the help of the girls made.

Emily had photographed a lot when Bella was broken, when I fixed her, and I had a lot from when we were children. So we bought some scrapbooks and I made them with her. This was one of my big acts of trying to woo her. I could see all of them combined were really, honestly helping. She was letting her love show, and she knew it too. Looking at the first scrapbook, of Bella and I covered in strawberry jam, she let the love pour out. The love, the intensity of it, blinded me.

"Jake, this is so beautiful." a tear of joy escaped

"I have my specialties." I wiggled my eyebrows, grabbing the books and putting them in my hands.

She sat down to the right, I on the left and I sat the book between us, the others to my side. I opened the dishes to reveal Harry's fish fry cut up into little pieces that read 'I'm in love with you.' along with the peas and ketchup. She smiled and took a piece of fish, dipped it in ketchup, popped in her mouth and took a sip of sprite cola. She opened the book to the first page.

"Ages 3 and 4. The beginning of the Love story" I read

"Jake, but Edward and I-" she protested

"Are in a controlling relationship?"

"No... Well, he just,"

"What, Bells?"

"He's just anxious about my change."

"it's been how many years since that deranged wedding, and he hasn't given in, I simply believe he doesn't want you."

"It's only been 5 for your information. And he might be giving in soon. Alice sees me breaking my leg in the near future."

"How?"

"Well, you see I am walking alone this VERY flat surface, called a floor, and I fall because of my skill."

"Which floor?"

"Yours."

"Where from?"

"Your room..."

"Am I there?"

"Yes."

"In what?"

"... No shirt."

"Like now."

"And No..."

"Pants?"

"Yes."

"Oh.. I see. When?"

"A couple months."

"Blizzard?"

"No."

"Why?{"

"I'm crying, then I... I disappear after that, Jake."

"Because of death?" I ask, worried, frantic

"No. Jake, not because of death."

Alice said that it goes black when I'm around, so she must choose me then! Now, how. That's what I have to figure out.

"So there's this bonfire." I say

"Oh, sounds nice."

"Billy wants you to come, so does little Claire, she says 'Bella makes me laugh more than Guill."'

"I'll come, can I bring my friend?"

"Who? Not that Lauren girl./"

"No, my friend Angela."

"Alright, sounds cool."

"No, back to the books."

"Yes, back to the books."