Chapter 1: Premonition
Jacob's POV
"Don't start...something you can't..finish," I mumbled in between kisses against my husband's cold lips.
"Who said anything about not finishing?" replied Edward as he pressed me against the sink of our bathroom. I moaned softly as our morning woods pressed against each other-the friction was both pleasurable and painful, but my moans were drowned by loud cries that were coming out of our son's room. Cries that seemed louder with our sensitive hearing.
"Told ya," I thought at him as I pulled my lips away from the restraint of his, reluctantly. Instead of moving away from his embrace to go find our wailing son, I leaned into Edward's body, taking in the feeling of his smaller and leaner body against mine as I let my lips slide down the pale column of his neck as he arched his head back to give me better access. I wasn't ready to let him go just yet. I needed him. Now.
"We need to go get him," whispered Edward as his frigid hands ran down my bare back, causing me shiver involuntarily, " you smell so good," he moaned at the end; taking another whiff of my recently changed scent. "No," I whined mentally. I didn't want to stop now.
"Jacob. We need to get him,"he pressed against my skin and I sighed; knowing he was right.
"You need to go get him," I replied, " I still need to take a shower. A cold one," I replied as I pressed my erection against his hard body.
A small moan whispered out of his mouth, before he replied, " I was up with him last night."
" You don't sleep! Plus, I can't go out infront of our son with a hard-on, Ed. What kind of a dad would that make me?"
" The kind who's discussing who should take care of their child while the latter is crying," he replied, his hands dropping down my ass, pressing me closer to his body and bucking into me. A whimper left my mouth as he released me and darted out of the room, with his vampiric speed to attend to our son.
"Fuckin' tease," I called after him before turning to the shower. I heard his chuckles as the glass door to our shower slammed shut.
Edward's POV
Opening the room to the ex-nursery, I found our three year old sitting up in his small bed, with tears rolling down his cheeks. I crossed the room in four steps and sat down on his twin bed before pulling him in my lap. Rocking him back and forth, I shushed him before asking what was wrong.
" Monster under bed," hiccuped Masen with his face pressed against my chest; not caring or used to the fact that I was freezing.
" There are no monsters under your bed, Mase. Remember we checked last night?" I asked softly as I bend my head to press a soft kiss to his longish jet black curls. Curls that probably came from his mother's side, considering everyone in Jacob's family had pin straight hair.
Pulling his face away from my body, warm, wet, brown eyes stared at me, expectantly as his lower lip quivered slightly, effectively turning my insides to mush. I couldn't refuse him anything. " Do you want Papa to check again?" I asked as I peered into his small face.
He nodded swiftly. I sighed internally before placing him on the bed again and he immediately pulled his legs up and close to his chest, while I knelt down and peered under the bed.
"Nope. No monster at all. See? I told you there aren't any monsters here," I said as I rocked back on my heels and looked at my son.
" Hide?"
" They can't hide from me and daddy."
"'cle Em 'ick 'em?" he asked, eyes wide with worry and concern.
I nodded before opening my arms. As he leapt in them and I stood up, " Uncle Em can definitely kick them if they come." Masen, like any three year old based his perception of strength on how big the person was. Even though, Jacob was almost the same height as Emmett, my brother was more muscular, and therefore looked much bigger.
This was the fifth night in a row that Masen woke up with nightmares. Sometimes, he would wake up during the middle of the night, or other days it would be in the morning, like today. Sometimes, his nightmares were so bad that he would scream if we put him back to bed, and so I ended up spent the night holding him; usually in his room so that he would know that there was nothing bad in his room. On the occasions that Jacob would come home late after patrols, we would all crash in our room. Jacob was grateful that at times like these or even before when Masen would wake up every other hour to feed or get his diaper changed, that his mate did not sleep.
Masen's dreams consisted of red eyes following him around in the forest where he would get lost and Jacob and I couldn't find him. I was very concerned, despite Carlisle's reassurance that kids went through phases like this. This might be normal for any other child, but Masen was half shifter. Those red eyes that followed him around in his dream reminded me of our non-vegetarian counterparts. His enemies.
It had been a week and those thoughts have been plaguing me. What would happen in 13 years, when he shifts for the first time? When he finds out about his history? His background? Finds out the father who's been looking after him for all these years was his mortal enemy? That his family was his mortal enemy?
Would he reject us? Reject me?
I couldn't imagine my life without him anymore. Although, he wasn't biologically mine, Masen had become my world. Our world. My family adored him. I adored him. He was for all intent and purposes my son. He was my child in every sense of the word, and I would go through hell and back to protect him.
But, what if...What if he hated me? Could he?
I've spent the majority of my time with him since he was born. Feeding, burping, diaper duty was all mine at night. I stayed up with him when he was sick. I was his 'mother' and naturally, worrying and obsessing about him came easily to me.
A loud rumbling drew me from my thoughts as I looked down at my son, who gave me a sheepish smile, with all his tiny white teeth shining at me, " Hungry?" I asked.
" Hungry in my tummy," he replied with an air of grandeur that he only got from my sister, as he patted his dinosaurs covered stomach.
" Well, how about we brush your teeth first?"
I shook my head as Masen made a face at me; while he thought of excuses why he shouldn't be brushing his teeth.
Just then, a freshly showered Jacob made his way out of our room and into the hallway. He gave us a wide grin as he approached us. My stomach fluttered as I watched him pick Masen from my arms and nuzzle his face with our son's, in a very canine way. Barely twenty, Jacob did have some trouble adjusting to being a new father, he had trouble sometimes finding the perfect balance between important things in his life. While his friends had been out partying, or doing things normal teenagers did, he spent most of his time with Masen and I. Although, as a shifter who's imprinted already, his first and foremost need is to be with me; making sure I am happy-which I was. For some reason, he always struggled with his need to be with Masen. I never questioned that he didn't love Masen because taking one look at Jacob's face whenever he saw Masen or someone mentioned his name was a dead giveaway. Jacob absolutely adored Masen and there was no questioning it. No, what he struggled with was making time for Masen. Finding the balance between being a father, a husband, member of a pack, having a family and still managing to have the normal social life of a twenty year old.
Although, the first year of Masen's life had been tricky, I think it would have been harder on our relationship and our family, had Jacob not been such a precocious child. Growing up without a mother, and with a handicapped father allowed him to mature faster than kids his age. He knew and understood responsibility. He understood that Masen was dependent on him; even though he got frustrated sometimes. I tried to make this transition as easy as I could for him. But, at some point, I knew I had to let go and let him make his mistakes and come to understand things on his own. Watching them now and seeing Jacob slid into his patriarchal role with such ease assured me that we were going to be more than fine.
"How'd you sleep, baby?" he asked as Masen cuddled close to his father and resting his head on Jacob's shoulder. When Masen made no move to answer, my mate looked up at me. I shook my head sadly as Masen's dreams came to my mind again.
Jacob frowned as he understood that Masen's nightmares were still haunting him, but what he didn't know was that I knew that those nightmares were centered around crimson eyes. I couldn't help but be worried that his nightmares were some sort of premonition.
Author's Note:
Hello (and welcome back) everyone,
So, for those of you who've noticed, I have changed my penname ( I just did it before posting!). Sorry for any confusion, but it was just something I had to do-even though I prefered the other one better.
Anyhow. Sorry for taking forever with the update on the sequel. It's just been a crazy. I started working full time for the summer, and my hours are constantly changing so it's like a rollercoaster ride. But, the main reason why I haven't updated is because I've kinda of put the story on the backburner. I've had this new idea for a Jakeward story that I am writing at the moment. It's just clouding every thought that I have and that's why I needed to get it out of my system before I continued with GT. But, I already have about 15 chapters for this story. So, no worries about updates here. I will publish the new one too( not any time soon though.) But, I'll definitely let you guys know.
So, please let me know how you found this chapter/prologue. I'm honestly nervous about posting. I hope I can measure up to your expectations. This story is more romance that angst. And, I'm not too good at the mushy stuff, so feedback is appreaciated.
Thanks.
Lisa
