Woman's Hour- Her Ghost
Maggie sat on the floral printed living chair swaying her head to the rhythm of the ticking grandfather clock. Slowly scanning her eyes across the cream walls, her sight lands on a familiar painting. Framed by mahogany wood, sat a single daisy. The flower had sprung from the cracked ground, its petals just in bloom. "Don't you ever get lonely?" She whispered as she cocked her head toward the drawing. Shifting on the chair, the brunette slowly lifted herself onto her heavily bruised knees. "I know I do," she mumbled into the silence. "But I would hate to be near someone all the time. I think I would go mad," she shook her head. "As much as I-" Her next words were cut off as a sharp knock echoed through the silent room. Turning toward the door, she slowly sat back down.
"Margaret?"
The white haired woman stared at the young girl that sat on the chair. They had been seeing each other for a three years now and nothing has changed. "How are you today?" She asked the brunette.
"I'm doing well," Maggie responded in her soft voice. Blinking a few times, she assessed the outfit Doctor Mardi had chosen. She was young for her profession, only thirty four. The cropped hair doctor sat across of her, the taupe colored blouse contrasting well with her white pants. Laying elegantly upon her chest was a pearl necklace, its white orbs perfectly set. Catching the gaze of the woman, Maggie asked, "And you?"
Jacob concentrated on the road as he sped through the little town. He had just gotten off of patrol when he got the phone call. Seeing the building coming up, the shape shifter eased his car and signaled left. In the parking lot, his eyes scanned the surroundings, instantly landing on the girl sitting cross legged on the pavement. Stepping out of the vehicle, he gradually strode toward the brunette beauty. Five feet. Three feet. Now mere inches from the girl. Kneeling down, he gently spoke, "Maggie."
He watched as his imprint raised her head. And he wanted to cry as he saw the look in her eyes. Not waiting for approval, he held her body to his, kissing her forehead. "Are you okay?" He whispered. not wanting to scare her.
"I think so," Maggie responded as she clung to his body. "She doesn't understand," she started.
"I know," Jacob spoke as he ran his hand through her hair. "I know she doesn't."
"Why do I need to see her?" She shouted in anguish.
Jacob hummed as he rubbed circles on her back. "You know why, Maggie." Rocking her body, her cleared his throat. "Come one, I'll take you home." Offering his hand, he sighed a breath of relief when he took it. Her fingers fit snugly between his, her hand warm against his.
Maggie watched as the dense trees passed her window, her eyes staring as the wind abused the branches and leaves. "Do you think they'll be alright?" She asked Jacob.
Glancing out the window, Jacob nodded his head. "They're stronger than they look," he whispered, not missing a beat. Grabbing her hand, he gave her a small smile. "Kind of like you."
At the statement, Jacob was rewarded with a smile, something he had not seen in months.
The ride continued in silence, but neither minded. Each other's presence was all they ever needed.
Jacob walked into the Cullen's home with a snoring Maggie in tow. Jasper sat on the mauve living chair, peeking over the morning newspaper. "Mind if I stay?" The native spoke quietly, knowing full well that the blonde male would hear.
"Not at all," Jasper spoke lowly. Bringing up the paper, he continued to read. Hidden from view was his bright smile. Perhaps everything was going to be okay.
Just as he was about to set her sleeping form onto the bed, Jacob's eyes locked onto her open ones.
"Tired," her voice came out hoarse.
Silently laughing at this, he nodded his head in understanding. Sitting her up on the soft comforter, he tapped her shoulder. Raising her arms, Jacob carefully lifted her burgundy blouse, cautious of the material. Folding the printed top, he expertly folded it and set it on the end table near the bed. Unbuttoning her jeans, he whispered, "Up." And on command, she lifted herself despite her sleepiness. Peeling off her black jeans, he once again folded them and set it beside her shirt.
"Better?"
"Much," she nodded.
"Under the covers, Maggie," he guided as she carelessly threw the pillows off the bed and got under the blankets. And in an instant, the young girl was snoring softly.
Shuffling around, Jacob finally came to a conclusion. Yanking his shirt off and tossing his shorts on the floor, he quietly eased himself next to her; wrapping his arm around her stomach and pulling her close. And just as he lost consciousness, three words slipped pass his lips. "I love you."
Maggie awoke warms and content. Peeking through her squinted eyes, she smiled at the sight in front of her. All she saw was a bare chest, but a very familiar bare chest. Following the russet skin upward, she saw the sleeping face of Jacob Black. "Thank you for staying," she whispered to the shape shifter. Closing her eyes, she couldn't help but pull herself closer.
