A/N: Hello! Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! This is an update! Haha. Edward isn't in this chapter, but the next chapter he's in it a lot! But this chapter is just about Bella, slightly with Jacob, also! And Charlie, too. So please review! I will be updating tomorrow night! Review? It'd be appreciated!
Chapter is mainly dedicated to: JateSkateFate815, because I am a meanie-head who told her I wasn't updating until 2009, and then I tricked her. SO THIS IS YOUR PRESENT FOR CHRISTMAS, NIKKI. YOU BETTER LOVE ME FOR IT!
Disclaimer: I don't own it! Nope, I don't! But in my mind I own Edward and Nikki owns Jacob! Does that count? No? Dang!
"Dad, I'm moving out."
I never knew four words could mean so much. All I said was I'm moving out. When Jacob died, I moved back in with Charlie. He insisted I stay until I wanted to move back out, and I wanted to move back out. I felt it was time to let him go and move on. Charlie simply looked at me, then snorted and said 'Honey, whenever you want, you can'. Then he laughed for five more minutes and left the room to watch the game.
I called the landlord to the apartment I lived in with Jacob, and told her I would be moving back in today. She was enthusiastic the apartment would be lived in again, even though Charlie's been paying the rent there when I wasn't living it, but she disliked the apartments being unattended.
I packed my bags, and hauled them down the stairs, and Charlie met me at the bottom step.
"Where're you going, Bells?" He asked me, eyeing my bags and the one box I had. He ran a hand through his graying brown hair, perplexed.
I looked at him softly.
"I told you…I was moving out, Dad."
His face fell.
"Oh." He looked hurt, like he didn't want me to leave him.
"Dad," I said hesitantly. He looked at me with hopeful eyes. Hope that I was going to change my mind and stay.
"Do you want me to…stay?" His eyes lit up, but he smiled a broken smile.
"Bella, if you think it's time to move on, I'll drive you, honey."
I smiled, nodding.
He helped took my bags, and I grabbed the box I had packed my valuables in. When I moved out, I took everything that was mine and left everything that was Jake's at the apartment. Anything that reminded me of him tortured me in the strangest of ways. So I left all of his belongings, and the thought of being attached to him again left me with an excited feeling.
The light and steady beat of the rain that fell from the heavens was the only sound during the car ride, except for when Charlie asked awkwardly if he was still entitled to driving me my counseling appointments every Tuesday, which I willingly said 'yes'. He smiled at that and said no more the rest of the car ride.
I tried to make myself remember the feeling of 'home', but I couldn't remember. I hadn't felt that warm feeling I got when I walked in from a stressful day of work, when I would be home and in the comforting arms of Jacob. I missed that feeling, and I was getting more excited by each mile that passed us. Each second I would be closer to home.
I pulled into the familiar parking lot of the apartment complex and parked in my designated parking spot. I jumped out, excitement coursing through me, while Charlie chuckled at my excitement.
"Excited, Bells?" He asked with a laugh as he got out from the truck. He threw two of my bags over each of his shoulders, and grabbed my big box of valuables.
I nodded, a goofy grin my face.
I grabbed the rest of my belongings, and we walked up the long, narrow, small-spaced hallway that lead up to the floor of my apartment.
I dug around for a moment for the key, and pushed it in the lock, and turned, opening the door.
I was expecting the missed warm feeling of the apartment, but that's not what I got. My face fell into a frown, and I groaned, causing Charlie to look at me worriedly. I rolled my eyes at him, and he looked away, confused. I breathed in. The air around me didn't smell like before. Before it smelled of Jacob's spice smell, mixed with my soft, lavender scent. The smell was there, but barely. It used to be strong, hitting your face every time you would turn. Now it was a faded, musty smell. It didn't smell right.
"It smells like Jake," Charlie commented, placing the bags and the box on the small counter.
I nodded sadly. It did smell of Jacob, but the smell was stale.
My eyes looked over the living room, then the kitchen.
"Looks clean, too," he added.
"That's because Jacob hasn't been here to mess it up," I said, a slight hoarse in my voice. I cleared my throat.
"Bells," he started, worry in each word.
"Dad, don't you have a duty to protecting the citizens of Forks? Get home. You're six hours late." I leaned in, giving a small awkward hug, while my face matched the hug. Small and awkward.
He pulled away after a fraction of a second, a slight smile on his face. Clearly, he was awkward by this, too.
"Later, Bells. Call if you need anything. I'll see you tomorrow." His hand was brushing the door handle now. "After your appointment, we can go for lunch." He smiled, opening the door slowly.
"Bye, Dad," I said. He walked out, looking back at me once, offering a smile, and shut the door.
I was finally alone.
I walked around slowly, remembering several memories each room held. The living room was the room Jacob and I spent the most time in. We would watch TV, eat massive amounts of junk food, laugh; our memories were all born in this room. I wiped away a quick lone tear that fell from my eye.
I walked around the small kitchen. I walked alongside the counter, my hands running along the counter as I walked. I would make Jake and myself a sandwich everyday after I came home from work, and then we would watch the news and make fun of the news anchors.
I walked down the small, tiny hallway. I stopped at the small bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I stared back at myself, wishing there was a face behind me. Jacob. He wasn't there. He would never come behind me and wrap his arms around me as I applied the tiny amount of makeup I wore to work. My stomach dropped at the terrible thought.
I opened the mirror, looking at the small shelves which hid behind the mirror. Jacob's shaving cream, tubes of open, old toothpaste, and small bottles of shampoo were all that was left in it. I sighed sadly, closing the mirror slowly. I looked into the mirror again, a faded image of Jacob's smile behind my head.
I rolled my eyes.
"No teasing, Jake," I scolded to the image. He rolled his eyes back at me playfully and he was gone.
I growled, walking to the bedroom we shared. The door was shut, and I let my hand hover over the handle.
"Jake, you better help me," I said threateningly. I heard his soft chuckle in my ears.
I opened the door, hesitant as ever, and pushed it open. The smell of us was stronger in the small bedroom we once shared and the smell brought warm tears to my eyes, which were now spilling over my cheeks freely.
"Jacob?" I called.
He sat at the edge of the bed.
I sat down next to his image, holding my sides as I shook with terrible, I thought were deathly, sobs.
I fell back onto the bedding, shoving my face into the smell of the blankets and cried.
I fell into a soft, painless slumber, dreaming of the last time Jacob and I were in this bed together. I felt my lips curl at the memory, although I was sleeping, I wasn't in a deep sleep. All I could hear were the voices of the memory.
FLASHBACK
"If we have a boy, what do you want to name him?" Jake asked, his head resting on my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck.
I laughed and shook him off.
"You're goofy," I laughed, lying down on my back. He simply smiled at me and lay by me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Answer the question, Bells," he challenged, playfulness riding on each word.
I thought hard, my expression most likely looking like I was working on the hardest Sudoku book in the world.
"Taylor," I spit out randomly. His eyes bulged out.
"Like the singer?" He inquired, making me giggle.
"No, silly! Like a baby's name. A baby boy. Taylor."
He smiled and kissed me softly. "Taylor it is."
I hit his chest lightly. "Jeez, Jake, we're not even pregnant. We haven't even done…that." I laughed at the last word and he joined in, too.
"We're?" He asked questionably. He pointed to his stomach. "I can't have a baby, Bella. I'm sort of a guy, ya know!" He poked at my ribs playfully, making me roll my eyes.
"Jacob, you're impossibly goofy tonight, and I'M not pregnant!"
"I know, but we're getting married, right? Our baby boy has to have a name, Belly!" He teased me. Of course I knew he had to have a name! Oh, jeez, now it sounds like we're having a baby.
"Jacob," I pretended to be serious, my face almost as serious as my fake tone, "we're naming our baby boy Taylor James. Understand?"
His face got serious too, and he smiled. "Of course, Bella."
He kissed me softly and I laid my head on his chest, thinking of how our baby boy would have my eyes and his dark hair color. Our lives would be more perfect than they are now…
END FLASHBACK
I opened my eyes slowly, hearing rain beating against the small window on the left wall, high upon the ceiling.
I was home.
"Home, sweet home."
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