Author's Note:
Hi all so thank you so much for the nice reviews and for all you people who added this story to their favorite story list. Funny story when I was writing this story with a pen and paper I hadn't decided what age I wanted Junior to be and I messed up in the last chapter giving him two different ages. LoL… So Junior is officially six years old, not seven. Just wanted to clear that up.
As always most characters and places belong to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just borrowing them. Hope you enjoy this chapter

Chapter 2

:: Jacob's Point Of View ::

I measured every breath he took, mine keeping perfect pace with his as he slept on my lap. I continued to run my fingers through his shaggy black hair while I watched him sleep. The same way I did every night when we brought him home from the hospital…

(Flashback)
"What are you going to name him?" The nurse asked Bella and me as we looked down at our baby boy.

"Jacob," She whispered out. "I want to name him Jacob Ephraim Black Jr." She looked up at me, and smiled before she bit down on her full lower lip, "What do you think?"

"I think it's perfect." I kissed her on her lips, resting my forehead against hers…

I hadn't seen that smile, the one that reaches her eyes. She hadn't smiled at me like that in a long time. Not even earlier today, sure we laughed and had a good time, but she held back, she kept her distance, and her laugh wasn't that throaty laugh I fell in love with.

I miss Bella every day, and I miss her even more at night. After we would argue and go to bed mad at each other, I would wait for her to fall asleep, just so I can move closer to her, feel her body, the only body that could keep me warm. I loved to watch the corners of her lips twitch up in a smirk as she slept, making me forget why I was even mad at her to begin with.

Bella and I didn't have our marriage down to a perfect science. My mother died in a car accident when I was a kid. Besides the photos my dad had around the house I don't really remember her. I grew up just with my dad and my two older sisters. I didn't know, actually I still don't know what a married couple is supposed to be like. I didn't grow up with an example of it. Neither did Bella. Her parents divorced when she was just a kid. She didn't have the married couple role to look up to either. I guess we were both screwed from the beginning.

We were both naïve to think that love was all we needed to get by. I was working my tail off day in and day out while she was pregnant. Shit, I'm still working my ass off… When I would get home after a long day, she would just nag, bitch and complain about her day. I would sit there and listen until she started in on me, not putting my part into helping around the house and yada-yada.

I swear she blames me for being the reason why she didn't go away to college like the rest of her high school friends. She hates it here in Forks. I saw it in her face every summer she came out here to be with Charlie, that's how our relationship started. I've known Bella since I was three. I fell in love with her when I seven. I married her the day I turned eighteen. I divorced her when I was twenty-two. Funny thing is I never stopped loving her. Bella is the only woman for me. I want her back. I never meant for us to get divorced. I just needed some breathing room. I thought I was doing us both of favor when I left. The arguing was every day. I would come home just to argue. I'm no professional with this marriage thing, but I'm pretty damn sure an everyday argument wasn't a good sign.

So I thought giving us some space was good. It hurt like hell to do it and seeing her cry, broke my heart. I almost took it back. I should have taken it back. Because she busted out with the divorce papers completely out of left field. I didn't see it coming. I was so angry that I stupidly signed the papers. I should have fought for her, for our family, for us.

. . .

"Dad that was mom on the phone, she said she's bringing us lunch." Junior announced as he hopped towards my toolbox that stood a good two feet taller than him.

"'kay," I replied, thinking about the last time Bella ever brought lunch for me… Never, she never did. Junior must have heard her wrong, she was coming to bring him lunch, and I however, will have to eat some of my dad's leftover spaghetti from two nights ago. Yum can't wait.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"What are we going to do in Port Angeles tomorrow?" He asked as he wiped down one of my wrenches.

"I don't know, watch a movie, go to your favorite restaurant," I answered him back distracted, as I looked for the black rubber hose that was leaking some power steering fluid."Hey squirt, grab the flashlight and come here for a sec."

A huge smile broke out on his face as he ran towards the shelf that housed the flashlight.

"Like this?" He asked pointing the light right where I needed it.

"Perfect," I smiled at his grease smeared cheek.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"Forget it,"

I rested my elbows on the car I was working on, and leaned out to look at my mini-me. "What is it Junior?"

He shrugged one of his little shoulders, "I was going to tell you yesterday, but I forgot about it, 'cause of the game."

I looked over my shoulder at the clock hanging on the wall, knowing Bella she would be here any second and I had to close up the shop anyway. "All right, let's get washed up for when your mom gets here."

"Talk to me Junior, what were you going to tell me yesterday?" I asked him as I scrubbed the grease out of his tiny nails with the same nail brush I used.

He pouted, his lower lip jutting out. I know that sad face very well. It's the same sad face Bella wears when she's sad. "Mom cried yesterday, before we left for the game," Junior confessed in a low voice.

I rinsed the orange scented mechanic's soap off of his hands, "Maybe she had a bad day?"

"Maybe…" He agreed.

I wonder why Bella was crying. It couldn't be because of me? Of us? Unless it was her time of the month and she was just an emotional wreck. Yeah, that's probably what it is.

I was closing the last garage door out of three, which belonged to the shop, when I heard the familiar rumble of the Volkswagen Rabbit I re-built as a teen. It was meant to be for me, but it was more practical for Bella who was constantly lugging Junior around to his doctor appointments and what-not, so we traded cars.

"Mom!" Junior sang out as he ran towards the car to meet up with her.

"Hey honey, I miss you so much." Keeping my back to her, I pretended to be busy. I closed my eyes and pathetically imagined she was saying those words to me.

"Hey Jacob, do you plan on standing there? Or are you going to join us?" Bella asked as she walked towards the picnic table that was set up for Downling's employees to take our lunch breaks, during regular shop hours.

It was a nice sunny day out, making Bella's gorgeous hair shine brown and red. Her hair wasn't as long as it was when we were younger but it was just past her shoulders. I swear she looked great. She didn't look a day older than eighteen.

When she popped open the large plastic container my stomach rumbled, approving the lasagna that was there waiting for me to devour it. We ate in silence for a while. The silence grew to be a bit awkward, after a while I kept stealing glances at Bella, just as she would look away, as to not get caught staring. Junior looked at the both of us, probably thinking of something to say to break the silence.

"Junior, can you start taking this to the car, please?" Bella asked as she got up and handed him a couple of the empty plastics she brought the garlic bread and salad in.

When Junior turned the corner and was out of hearing range, she cleared her throat, "So umm, I can't go to the camping trip."

"Why not?" I asked disappointed.

"Are you done with that?" She pointed at my almost empty plate of lasagna, I nodded as I got up, "I have to work," she said as she picked up my plate.

"I'll talk to that prick of a boss of yours and demand that he give you some time off. I mean you've been working for him for how long? And after all these years he can't give you two fucking weeks?"

"Shh! Lower your voice, he made me supervisor Jacob. I can't just take off for two weeks after getting a promotion." She hashed out in a whisper. She was standing so close to me I could smell her sweet mango shampoo. My pants suddenly started feeling tight right up against my zipper. Whoa! That was new. How did I go from being pissed that she wasn't coming to being a horny sixteen year old all over again?

I cleared my throat and took a step back, "Family is more important than your job."

She nodded, "You would say that, I need this. Okay? Like you said I've been working for Mr. Newton for a long time and I finally got the promotion I deserve. With the raise I'll be getting, I'll finally be able to start saving for a place."

I sighed, "So that's it, you're not even going to bother asking him are you?"

She ran her fingers through her hair and pushed it to the side, exposing her porcelain neck. I wanted to put my lips on that neck and kiss my way to her spot that made her toes curl… Stop it Jacob! Focus!

"It's for the best, trust me. I would have been miserable there anyway and you know it." She shrugged and handed Junior the woven picnic basket she brought the food in.

"Bells," I whispered when Junior was gone, "I miss you."

She whipped around so fast; if I had chosen that precise moment to blink, I would have missed it and wondered how the hell I was staring at her back.

"No you don't," She said in a shaky voice, which means she was trying real hard not to cry.

"I do, baby, I miss you and I want us…"

"Shut-up!" She yelled and turned around to face me again this time with angry tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "You… you left me! Remember? You walked out on us. You don't get to tell me that!" She wiped her tears away angrily.

"Bells_"

"No! I don't want to hear it. I'm out of here." She stormed past me and I hung my head.

"Fuck!" I yelled before I slammed down my fist on the picnic table.

. . .

I took a deep breath and continued making my way down the shore of First Beach as the sky lit up in orange flames signaling the sun was about to set. I bent down and picked up a flat stone. I flipped it a few times in my hand before I flicked it out into the calm ocean. It bounced on the water three times before it sunk.

"Wow, that was awesome!" Junior said standing next to me.

I was so lost in my thoughts about Bella I completely forgot I had Junior with me. He grabbed a rock and threw it out but it didn't dance along the water like mine had. I chuckled, "Here squirt , you gotta look for one that's nice and smooth like this one. It's perfect because it's flat down here, see?" I squatted down in the sand to be at his level.

He studied the stone and was about to chuck it into the ocean as a pitcher would throw a baseball to his opponent.

"Hold it squirt, not like that. You have to throw it like this," I went through the notions with him. "You see the difference you have to flick your wrist. Go ahead and try it."

He smiled and did just as I showed him, his bounced only once before it sunk, but he was just happy that he did it. We continued to look for smooth, flat, stones to chuck into the ocean.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you and mom together like Aunty Leah and Uncle Sam?" He asked all serious, as he chucked the last stone he had.

I looked out at the horizon. The sun was already disappearing into the ocean. "Junior, your mom and I are better off as friends."

"Why?" He asked.

"Because when we were married, we didn't get along. As friends we get along better." I sat down on the sand and patted the space next to me, for Junior to sit next to me.

"I heard mom scream at you today," He mumbled as he snuggled himself to my side.

"I'm sorry you heard that squirt. I just said something that got her mad."

"What did you say?" He asked looking up.

"You ask too many questions," I rustled up his head full of hair.

He squirmed away laughing, "Dad!"

"Okay, I'll stop," I put up my hands in surrender.

"Dad, will you and mom get back together?" He asked after a minute of getting his breathing in check.

"That's it!" I got up from the sand.

"What's it?" He asked following me up the beach.

"You, my dear little one, have reached your capacity of questions for today."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"No. More. Questions." I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out my truck's keys.

"Dad," He called out but I continued my way towards the parking lot. "Dad!"

"Junior, come on get into the truck before the wolves come out to eat you." I told him opening the passenger side door.

He raised his eyebrows, and crossed his arms, "Grandpa Billy said that the wolves protect La Push."

I snorted, "Yeah, okay if you want to believe Grandpa's fairy tale stories then go ahead. Your mom and I are going to miss you though."

I shut the door and walked around the front end to hop in behind the steering wheel. I turned on the engine and flipped on the headlights. Junior was being as stubborn as his mother. He wasn't moving from a mere few inches away from the trucks door. I reached over and rolled down the window of the passenger side. "This is your last chance to get in."

He shook his head.

"Junior, get in nicely before I get mad." I hated playing this role of 'you better do as I say or you've earned yourself a whippin,' it's not me and I've never spanked Junior before. Then again there is a first time for everything. I just don't want it to be for this.

Junior angrily got in and slammed the door shut.

"Hey don't you ever slam the door that hard again!"

"You do it, when you're mad!"

"A. Don't you EVER! Talk back to me. B. I'm an adult. You don't do the things that I do." I took deep breaths to calm myself down.

Junior crossed his arms across his little chest mumbling to himself about wanting to be an adult already.

He didn't even wait for me to put the truck in park. He unbuckled his seat belt and ran inside the house. I let out a deep breath and just sat there. I've made my ex-wife angry today and now my son. Yippy. I banged my forehead on the steering wheel. A few times before I heard a tap on the window I looked out to see Billy looking at me with pity.

Great a pity party! The cherry on top of my already perfect day.

I climbed out of the truck. "I know, I'm a bad father and if I continue like this I'm going to lose Junior the way I lost Bella."

Billy chuckled, "I think you're a wonderful father. Better than I was to you."

"Yeah, well Junior just might disagree with you there." I headed inside and saw Junior sitting on the couch watching Sponge Bob Square Pants. He looked over at me, huffed, and turned his attention back to the TV.

"What happened to you today?" Billy asked in a whisper as he clapped his hand on my shoulder and led me towards the kitchen.

I shrugged, "I told Bella I missed her and it all went downhill from there."

"She called five minutes ago," Billy smiled.

"She what?" I asked not sure I heard him right.

"She must miss you too, because she called here looking for you." He repeated still wearing a grin on his face.

"You sure she didn't ask for Junior?" I asked.

He nodded, "I know the difference between Jacob and Junior. She clearly asked for you." He picked up the corded phone that hung on the kitchen wall and handed it to me. "Call her back. I'll get Junior in the bath."

I looked at the phone, not sure what to say? I took a deep breath and dialed her house number. It rang once, twice_

"Hello?" Bella answered.

"Hh_" I cleared my throat, "Hey, Billy told me you called?"

"Yeah, I did umm… I just wanted to remind you to give Junior his medicine."

I rolled my eyes, "Bells_"

"I have to go Jacob."

"Wait, are you still coming to Port Angeles with us tomorrow?" I asked crossing my fingers, closing my eyes, hoping she will say yes.

"No, I can't I have to work." She said it so coldly it hurt.

"Well I'm not telling Ju_"

"Like hell you're not! When you couldn't make it to four of his games I was always the bearer of bad news. Now it's your turn." She hung up the phone.

I slammed the phone down and suddenly felt the need to drink something that will burn my anger right out my chest.

"Mom isn't coming tomorrow is she?" Junior said from behind me.

I shook my head, and sat down on the kitchen table's wooden chair. "Squirt, I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He shrugged as he came over to sit on my lap wearing his Transformer pj's. He fit perfectly on my lap the same way he fit perfectly in the crook of my arm when he was just a baby.

"I'm sorry too Dad," He rested his head on my chest and just like that I wasn't angry anymore.

"Your mom has to work, but she really, really, really, wanted to come. She says that she's sorry." I murmured into my son's hair that was still damp is some areas.

He nodded and closed his eyes.

"I love you squirt."

He yawned, "I love you too Dad."

I tucked him into bed, after watching a full hour worth of Sponge Bob Square Pants and kissed his forehead, "Sweet dreams, don't let the bed bugs bite."

He smirked up at me, "Dad, can I ask you one question?"

I leaned my shoulder against the doorjamb of the room and crossed my arms in front of my chest, "Shoot."

"Do you love mom?"

I uncrossed my arms, crossed the small room, and sat down on the bed next to him, "I love your mother very much. She gave me you." I tapped the tip of his nose with my forefinger.

He wrinkled up his little nose and smiled, "Mom said the same thing about you, when I asked her." He beamed.

"All right squirt get some sleep." I rustled his hair as I got up and crossed the room again.

I had my hand on the light switch when Junior said, "Dad don't you see? You and mom love each other. That means if you buy her pretty flowers and tell her that you love her. You guys can be together again and I can have a baby sister."

I couldn't help but laugh, "You want a baby sister?"

He nodded still wearing a smile.

"I have two older sisters, trust me they're annoying. You have it good being the only child if you have a sister then you would have to share everything with her. "

"Then I want a baby brother." He insisted.

"The same rules apply squirt doesn't matter if it's a girl or a boy." I honestly couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my son.

"No dad, if I have to share all my stuff then it would be better if you and mom give me a baby brother instead." He sat up in his bed, his face all lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Squirt it's not that simple." I shook my head.

Junior's smile slowly disappeared, "But you love each other." He mumbled.

"Sometimes love isn't enough... Nite." I turned off the light and closed the door mid-way just how he like it.

"Nite dad, night Grandpa Billy!" he yelled out.

"Nite kiddo!" Billy yelled back from his bedroom.

I sat on the couch and stared at the wall, across the way. The wall that Billy had decorated with pictures of me as a newborn in my mother's arms. Of Rachel and Rebecca, playing patty-cake, of me and Bella covered up in mud as young kids... I have to somehow convince Bella to come with us on this camping trip. It's the only shot I have at getting her back.