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Charlie killed the engine as we arrived in front of the Black resident. We used my car - my baggage was there as well as Charlie's, because he was driving straight to the airport from here. Jacob was going to drive him there and then bring back my car.

I got out slower than my dad (seatbelt of the passenger seat was little rusty), while he ran all the way around the truck and got my baggage. It was merely two suitcases, one full of clothes, the other had a bit of clothes and some other lady things (including my cookbooks). I rang the doorbell, while Charlie was coming to the door with the bags.

Not much later, Jake opened the door.

"Hey", I said, greeting him. He smiled back with a 'Hello'. I had my hands in my pocket and I couldn't tell whether this was a hugging situation or not. We'd still have privacy for a few seconds, Charlie was carrying the bags and Billy wasn't there yet. After panicking about the action of a hug, I pulled my hands out of my jeans pockets and hugged him. I could totally tell he didn't know what to do either, but he followed my lead, hugging me back.

The warmth. In this freezing weather, any physical contact was appreciated. By the time I let go of him, Charlie was with us.

"Hello Chief Swan", he greeted him, holding out a hand for the bags. Charlie nodded, the bags obviously hurting his hands.

Jacob welcomed us in, closing the door quickly behind us. Billy, who was sitting in his wheelchair by the fireplace, welcomed us as well. He ordered Jake to make us hot chocolate, but I gladly took the job. Emmett was over at the house as well.

After the hot chocolate was drunk, Charlie had left me with a final hug. I wished him good luck. Throughout the hot chocolate conversation, we came to the conclusion that Emmet should drive Charlie, so Jacob could help me settle in (Billy in his wheelchair just watched a game).

Jake started carrying my bags upstairs; maybe there was a secret guest bedroom I didn't know of. Upstairs, Jake kicked the door to his room open and set my bags at the foot of his queen size bed.

"I'm sleeping here?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah… something wrong? They're brand new bed sheets so they shouldn't stink like me. I'll take my naps on the couch." he answered, not a single tone of sarcasm in his voice.

I laughed in response, "You don't stink, Jake. You know, if you could let me keep my stuff up here, I could sleep downstairs. I mean, you still have to go on patrol and coming home every night you must be dead tired and half of your body'd be hanging off the side. I'll sleep downstairs."

"Sure?" he asked. I gently slapped his arm, opening my suitcase with my cookbooks.

That night, after dinner was eaten (Jacob wasn't there. Billy and I just talked about education in the high school, a pretty lame topic, but it avoided any awkward silence), I collected my things from Jake's room to go shower. I guessed that Jacob would be out patrolling all night, so I jumped in the shower, and got back out quickly in case Jake would be home early.

It was almost 11, and I was waiting at the dinner table, the TV on with tomorrow's weather (obviously rain), for Jake to come home. I'm sure he'd be really hungry and looking for some companion while he would gobble down the rest of dinner. Billy was long gone asleep, I made sure that I cleaned up after myself after using Jake's bathroom. I fluffed up his pillows as well, god knows what came over me. For an hour, I unconsciously watched some talk show of someone interviewing an overweight person. By 1:30, I was almost asleep, my head on the table resting between my arms. By 1:50, the door finally made a creaking sound, waking me up.

"Jake?" I called out.

"Bells? Still awake?" Jake answered.

"Yeah, I thought you might want some company when you'd eat dinner."

Jake finally came out to the only lit dining room, only wearing ragged shorts. I inhaled sharply, starting to make myself busy with reheating the food.

"Aw, thanks Bella. You really didn't have to. You can go sleep, I'll quickly eat and go to sleep myself." He offered nicely, but the sight of Jake's fully rippled chest just woke me up. I shook my head, and all of a sudden the whizzing sound of the microwave was the only sound. I leaned against the counter, thinking of a conversation starter, avoiding looking at him at all costs. Before I knew it, the beeping sound of the microwave killed the silence.

As I carefully removed the plastic wrap from the bowl of spaghettis, I felt hot air against the back of my neck, followed by to rough arms snaking their way by my waist. His hot hands warmed my stomach and it was quite pleasing.
"J-Jake?" I asked, unsure of what he was doing. The next thing I knew, his head rested on my right shoulder. I let him stay like that for a moment, before saying,
"Jake. The pasta's getting cold." To which he let go of me and sat down.

"Sorry." He said, waiting for me to serve him.

"It's okay", I answered quietly, getting out a fork. After another awkward moment of silence, I decided to ask him a question.
"Are you okay?"
Jake only nodded, but I could tell something was up.
"Jake. Tell me, please?" I used my puppy eyes. That one has never failed. Jake chuckled.
"It's nothing. I'm just really glad you're here – really glad you waited up for me. Thanks."
I couldn't help but smile to that. "You're welcome. So… Anything interesting happen during patrol?" I asked, trying to keep myself awake with a conversation.
"Nope, not really. Why, did you hear something from the Cullens?"
"Bleugh, no. Just wondering."
I played around with the sleeves of my pajamas, waiting for Jacob to finish his meal. I knew he sensed the awkwardness as well. Jacob started another conversation, which survived throughout his whole meal, about what we did the day.

By the time we had cleaned up his bowl, I moved over to my couch to get myself comfortable. Jake turned off the lights and mumbled a "good night" and retired for the night as well.


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