So, I know some of you read the first chapter. Mhmm. . I saw the views.

But don't you worry, I'm not easily deterred. I'll keep updating with the hope whomever is reading this is actually enjoying it,

I mean, it's not like my heart is completely broken or anything.

*Weeps*

However, my lovelies, I announce, the second chapter. c: Enjoy.

P.S. I like to name my chapters after songs. (I know, how original right. Yes, whatever.)

This chapter is Think Twice. By the wonderful Eve 6. This song always reminds me of Jacob.

P.S. (Again) And obviously in the first chapter I completely forgot I didn't even own twilight. Haha. Silly me.

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, any of the songs I use for chapter titles, the name of this story. Anything. I do own this marvelous blue pen I use to hand write all of my chapters before I type them out. (Is that weird?)

Jacob's POV.

Where had I gone wrong?

My Nessie, sweet, innocent Nessie. My imprint, my soul mate; my life. The only person I've ever loved with every fiber of my being. Was in love with someone else. However, this wasn't just anyone else: this was my beta, my best friend, and my second in command.

My hands fell to my sides, shaking. I wanted to explode. I had never before had the undeniable urge to tear somebody limb-from-limb. But right now, I wanted to kill Seth.

I sat down on the bed. Oh god. The bed. The bed. The one Nessie and I first made love in. It was now ruined, stained, polluted by some other man. I got up and sat on a chair across the room. I buried my face in my hands. I wanted to fight. I wanted revenge.

Nessie kneeled beside me and rubbed my back. Her small cold hands would have been a welcome relief in any other circumstance. However, all I could think about is that hand trailing Seth's body. Touching him in places that hand had once touched me.

I wanted to scream.

"Jacob, please give me a chance to explain." Her voice was shaking. Unlike only a few seconds earlier when she sounded so strong, so confident. She rested her head on my shoulder.

I moved to encompass her naked body in my arms and she flinched. My Nessie thought I was going to hurt her. When had I ever raised a hand to her? I wanted to weep. I moved again to try and hold her and she let out a whimper.

She ran to Seth. He wrapped her in a blanket, so tenderly, and held her close to him.

I looked up at the two lovers. "How long?"

"Five months. About." Nessie whispered.

I couldn't believe it. This affair had been going on for five months and I had never even suspected anything. Never even noticed any changes in Nessie's behavior. No, that was a lie; I had noticed changes. We stopped going to see Dr. Cullen every week for her hormone treatments, she stopped showing me her negative pregnancy tests. "This is about the baby, isn't it?" I whispered.

"Since the party for Lilah." Lilah was Sam and Emily's daughter. I remember the way Nessie acted when we left. She was nervous, fidgety. How stupid of me to think it was only her jealousy from Emily and Sam. I held her hand while I drove home and waited for her to talk to me. Except she didn't even say anything. As soon as we got home, she started stripping. Taking clothes off until both of us were naked, making love on the floor of the entry way. It was forced, rushed, like she was just trying to get it over with. Afterwards, she cried. I was so worried I had hurt her, and I held her close to me for what seemed like hours as she whimpered and told me how much she wanted a baby. How incredibly unfair she thought it was that no matter how hard she tried nothing seemed to work.

She had said she wanted a baby to make me happy. What a fool I was.

"How did this start? Just all of a sudden? 'Oh, let's make Jacob look like an idiot.' Is that you're plan? Because I gotta hand it to you Nessie. It sure fucking worked."

Nessie was crying, holding onto Seth. I had to fight every part of myself not to take her from him and hold her in my arms.

Seth put his arms round her and pulled her close. Whispering in her ear and rubbing her back. Somehow, this bothered me the most; even with knowing they just had sex. Somehow, this embrace was worse.

However, nothing was as bad as what Nessie told me next.

-Nessie's POV

"I never meant to hurt you. Neither of us wanted that Jacob; believe me that was never out intention." I told him when I could find stop sobbing and talk. My confidence was gone. My only strength was Seth's hand rubbing small circles on my back.

"Oh pardon me. What was your intention? Besides cheating on me and making look like a complete idiot for what, five months?" Jacob sneered, I had never heard him be so cruel.

"I wanted a baby." I whispered.

Jacob's face fell. "What?"

"I wanted a baby. And… I was tired of seeing Grandpa Cullen every weak, only to have him look at me with such… with… with such pity. Like he had known all along this would happen, and now he had no option but to feel sorry for me. And then he suggested a fertility test, and the tests came back and… It was you. You were the reason I couldn't have any children." I wiped my face with the edge of the blanket. "And Seth was there for me. Because I obviously couldn't talk to you about it."

"What? You told me the tests were inconclusive. Wh- Why would you lie about that?" Jacob got up and sat next to me on the bed and took one of my hands in his.

"I didn't want you to blame yourself. I know how badly you wanted a baby, and I couldn't handle the thought of you blaming yourself." I whispered, intertwining my fingers with his.

"Nessie, you can always talk to me. About anything. Do you understand me? Anything." Jacob had tears in his eyes. Come to think of it, I could count on one hand how many times I'd seen him cry.

I dropped his hand and looked away. "No, Jacob. I couldn't talk to you about the things going through my head when I found out. I couldn't tell you how much I hated you. I couldn't tell you that every time we had sex I wanted to cry because it was so depressing for me. Like you and I were just going through the movements." I looked at his face, the tears were streaming down now, "I'm sorry Jacob, but I couldn't tell you."

Oh my guacamole. That's over 1,000 words. D:

Well. I certainly hope you like it.

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Maybe?

Love, Joplin. 3