Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Twilight, because uh, I don't wanna get sued...kthx!

This is a Jacob/Bella Fanfic written for angrypixie at sortofbeautiful on livejournal!!! :) This is just the first chapter...there will be more.

Chapter 1: Wrong Impressions

Some might say a twenty year old man living with his father still is going no where in life; well that's not true at all, I happen to be going to the grocery store!

Oh geeze, there I go again, trying to cover up my miserable failure of a life with humor! Even in my own mind I sound like a loser. I gripped tightly to the leather steering wheel of my Rabbit, seething in my own incompetence.

There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't try to blame my going-nowhere on someone. Sometimes I blamed the pack; after all, I couldn't leave them! Sometimes I blamed my dad; I mean, he's in a wheel chair, who else can take care of him? But most times I blamed Bella Swan; if it wasn't for her coming into my life, stealing my heart away, and running off with that no-good vampire boyfriend of hers, I wouldn't be so depressed.

Sure, I could've always gotten over her and moved on, but why would someone so stupid as me do something like that? No, no, no; I'd much rather rot away in misery, sure, sounds fun!

I groaned in frusteration as I pulled up to the grocery store outside of Port Angeles; apparently what dad needed was all the way out here, rather than in the convenience store at La Push or Forks. Seriously, what could possibly be here that I needed to waste an hour of my time on driving to get to?

Stepping out of my car, I slammed the door a bit too hard, and noticed the dent now printed on the side. Oops, guess I'll fix that later.

If it that wasn't already bad, the store itself was huge, and I'm not exactly shopping-smart. I grabbed one of the carts and started walking down the first isle. My gaze drifted to the list in my hands and I sighed; of course, the list is nearly as big as the store; thanks, Dad.

As I grabbed impatiently at the items on the list, thoughts of Bella, once again, currupted my mind. Her smile, her laugh, her acheing when Edward left, her voice, her face...everything about her I'd never see again. Why I always had to torture myself with these thoughts, I had no idea. It came natural after she left.

When she left, my mind sparked, I wanted to beat the living hell out of that blood-sucker. He took her away from me, and she followed...willingly! By now I'm sure she's been married and turned vamp with him. If I ever, ever find that vampire Edward, I'll--

My thoughts had consumed me so much, that I didn't notice the person standing in front of me; the one that I just ran into.

I stuttered, regaining my balance, "Oh, sorry, sorry, I wasn't paying atten..."

My heart stopped. All air moving through my body went stagnant, as I beheld the person standing before me. She hadn't turned around yet, but I knew immediantly who it was.

"It's fine," she muttered, still not turning, "Accidents happen; especially to me." I heard her voice laugh lightly.

"Y-yeah," I breathed, "I know...Bella."

Her walking halted, and she turned her head around, her eyes immediantly lighting up in surprise, "Oh my god, Jake?!" She stayed in the same spot, not moving, and it looked like, not even breathing. "You...you're...oh my god!"

I shook my head in disbelief, "Bella, you're here! And...you're...alive." placing one hand to my head to settle the dizziness, "How...how can that...how?!"

She turned around to face me, and once again, my heart went to a screeching halt. I gulped, "B-Bells, y-you're..." my hand lifted lightly to point at the object in her hand, "Holding..a..b-baby."

She rose an eyebrow and smiled sarcastically, "Yes, Jake, this is a baby. Glad you noticed."

I nearly burst at the seems, "You have...a baby." I stepped back, looking at her hand; there was no ring. She wasn't married!

She overlooked me for a moment then sighed, "Yes, I have a baby. What's your point?" Did she look at me sarcastically just now?!

I clenched my jaw together, and looked at the baby; it was beautiful, but I couldn't see any trace of the blood-sucker in it's face. I looked back to her, "Is it that blood-...is it...Edward's?"

Oh god, she's glaring at me. I haven't seen her in so long, and I've already pissed her off. She held the baby close to her and continued to glare daggars at me, "No, it's not Edward's. No, it's not mine either. I..." she paused, lightening up just a bit, "...adopted."

Okay, she adopted. Why do I feel so relieved? I mean, if she did have a baby with the blood-sucker, it wouldn't have been my business anyway! Still, I'm so friggin happy she didn't have a kid with him. I let a huge breath out and brought a small smile to my lips, "...he's beautiful."

She smiled back, her face warmly lit by the true joy she held in her hands, "He is. I love him so much. I never thought I'd want to be a mom so early on, I mean, I'm only twenty-two...but I'm so happy I have him."

I stepped foreward a bit, getting a better view, "What's his name...?" I looked at the baby a little bit closer now; he was darker skinned, sort of like me, and had amazingly light blue eyes. He looked only to be about 9 months old, and had a very healthy figure for his age.

She smiled sheepishly, "It's kind of a different name..." then paused, "His name is...Zephyr...Zephyr Alexander Swan. A mouth full, I know."

Swan. So she really isn't married!!!

I smiled, touching the babies little fingers, "Hey Zeph, how yah doin' buddy?" then smiled at Bella; her face, so beautiful, had only matured and deepend in the four years we hadn't seen eachother, "He looks Quillett, like me."

She nodded, "He is. Actually, I found him in an adoption agency a few towns away from here. They said two young teens came and brought him; apparently it was a young pregnancy, and they couldn't take care of the baby."

Whoa, that's weird. "Actually, that's really trippy. I heard about them; supposedly reckless and young, got pregnant, couldn't take care of the baby, gave it away, then picked up and moved...both the families! Nobody knows where they went. Strangest thing."

A smirk played at her lips, "Just destiny...destiny that I'd get this beautiful little boy."

"Speaking of destiny," I started, "Where have you been all these years?"

Her expression deepened, and saddened, "I...have been...busy."

I nodded, "Seems that way; other than the baby, where have you been?"

She looked around her, seemingly anxious, then looked back at me with a worried expression, "Can we talk somewhere else?"

I looked down at my list, and my half-full shopping cart. Sorry dad, the groceries will have to take a rain check.

Eeeee!!! I like itttt. Sorry if it's not humorous enough...idk, I think I'm better at angsty, serious stuff. Anyone else here like the name Zephyr? I'm totally naming my kid that. Totally. It means something like...a strong gust of wind. Sounds american indian, no? Hehe.

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