Sorry that took so long! I had an epic case of writers block on top of school work. But good thing now is that I have a chapter 2 for you! Thanks again to anyone who reviewed and favourited etc. and to my lovely beta Sophia24!
Chapter Two- February
The snow was falling gracefully onto the frost-covered grass as I took a sip of the peppermint-flavoured tea Claire had just made me. Both of us having our imprints since almost birth allowed us to develop an extremely close bond over the years. In fact, Claire was my closest friend, other than Jacob, of course.
I now live in La Push permanently since my marriage and, because of this, it had become a routine for Claire and me to hangout at each other's houses while our husbands spent their days as werewolves, to keep each other company. As I continued to drink from my cup, Claire took her mug from the counter and pulled out a dinning chair as she joined me. "The boys better not be training the newbie wolves on Friday- I am NOT spending another Valentine's Day alone watching sappy movies and eating boxes upon boxes of chocolate." Claire complained. Since I had moved in with Jacob, my vampire genes caused a bit of a boost to the werewolf population in La Push. Already drowning in my guilt, it caused Jacob and Quil- the only original pack members who still phased- to take the responsibility of training the new wolves how to handle any possible threats. This left the boys being away from home a lot more often than usual.
"Don't worry Claire; I'll be your valentine. Nothing pleases me more than to celebrate the worst day of the year." I replied somewhat jokingly.
"Are you telling me you don't like Valentine's Day?! What kind of married woman are you?!" She replied, almost chocking on the chocolate chip cookie she was nibbling.
It was true that I absolutely hated Valentine's Day. For me growing up in a house filled of lovesick vampires, I was usually left to be babysat by either Grandpa Charlie or Jacob. As a child, I loved to be around Jacob, but I hated it when he was given the "official babysitting duty". It made us seem no longer as friends, but as the child and the adult. Year after year, I began to take more notice of this, naturally beginning to hate the holiday as it was a symbolism of me being the child of the family.
As the afternoon wore on, I made my way back to the house to make Jacob some dinner for when he got back. With my strong views on feminism, I never thought that I would take the role of the housewife, but as I was the wife of the well-known leader of the tribe, it made pretending to be a high school student rather difficult. Eventually I want to find a job to fill out my days, but first I want to settle in my new life as a married woman. Besides, Jacob has been really working hard as of late and I take pride in taking care of him.
I walked through the door and headed towards the kitchen as I tried to decide what I was going to make. Before, Grandma Esme always made my dishes, so this last month and half, I have been researching recipe books and the food channel to expand my cooking abilities. Searching to see what was stocked in the fridge, I took out some tomatoes and decided on making spaghetti- one of Jacob's favourites and the easiest to prepare.
Listening to the radio and dancing my way around the kitchen, I was suddenly locked within the warm hold that can be no other than my husband. "Hey Honey," he said simply as he kissed my lightly on the cheek.
"Hey, Jake. I'm almost done the spaghetti, so why don't you sit yourself down at the kitchen table?" Being only the two of us, we tend just to eat in the kitchen, leaving the dinning room for when all the guys and their families are over. Our house being one of the bigger homes in the La Push, allowed it to become the meeting place for our extended family.
Once I was finished, I brought the plates over to the table to see a white box wrapped in ribbon on my chair, obviously coming from a shop. "I made a stop over to your grandfather after a couple of the guys got into a fist fight over god-knows-what. Adam broke his nose, again. Your Aunt Alice wanted me to bring this box over to you. I was ordered not to open it."
At first, I found this odd, since my Aunt and I go shopping together all the time. It's not like my mom; she had to force her to get new clothes. Then it dawned on me. Remembering back from my day with Claire, Valentine's Day was approaching in a few days, and my Aunt loving any excuse to buy anything, is trying to send me an outfit to celebrate it in.
"You can look if you want Jake- it's lingerie for Friday. It's not like we are doing anything….right?" I looked at Jacob uncertain. He, of all people, was quite aware of my distaste for the holiday. In fact, we have spent every Valentine's together watching movies on the couch.
"Ness, we have been together for how long? We don't have to do anything if we don't want to. I feel kinda guilty, though, not doing anything, when all the others are forced to buy their wives roses and cheap pieces of candy."
I slapped him on the arm. "Jesus, Jake you make it seem like a chore!"
"Spoiling you is never a chore." He replied seriously and then kissed me softly on the lips.
As the days lingered, Valentines eventually approached, where I spent most of the day being forced fed chocolate amongst other sweets with Claire. The boys were going to work a little longer tonight so they could spend the day with us tomorrow. Even though Jake and I won't be doing anything special, it'll be nice to sleep in together.
After Claire and I watched our fifth sappy movie, I heard the front door open as Quil entered the living room. "Having fun girls?" Quil asked as a way to break the silence. To be honest, I was so focused on watching the movie that I hadn't realised how late it was.
"Oh Crap! Jake is probably starving and I have no idea what's in the house! Hopefully, the pizza place isn't too busy..." I said as I got myself up from the couch.
"I still can't understand your hate for such a fun holiday, Nessie. Is that a vampire thing or something?" Claire asked with a smirk. Claire got a lot of fun out of making witty comments about my heritage.
I walked towards the house, noticing that none of the lights were on. I found this odd, as I am sure Jacob should be home by now. I proceeded to open the front door and entered in the house "Hello? Jacob?"
I peeked my head over the front foyer into the living room and saw something I really wasn't expecting to. The living room was covered in red rose petals as a dim light from cream coloured candles gave the room a faint glow. Immediately upset that Jacob would do this, knowing how I felt was replaced by uncontrollable laughter as he entered the room. There he was, skin reflecting the glow the candle light, standing in the red and black laced negligee with matching thong panties that my aunt had sent over a few days earlier. My laughter turned into tears as the outfit clearly did not fit Jacob's large stature as it failed to cover any part of his body.
Seeing me doubled over in my hysterics, Jacob walked seductively across the living room as he lifted me into his arms. "Happy Valentine's Day Mrs. Black." He whispered huskily.
Only Jacob would make his own dignity suffer by waltzing around in extremely small women's lingerie to make me happy. With a sly smile, I took my hand in his as we headed towards the bedroom. Looking back at him, once more, I laughed again at the scantly clad Jacob.