Presenting Chapter 2! I know it's a bit short and is lagging at getting to the good stuff that you are all waiting for, but please bear with me! Hope you all like it and it will be mildly satisfying until I can get some more of the exciting parts turned out.

I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. All belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Anxiety and Omelets

Dull gray light came flooding through my window when it had only seemed like my eyes had been closed for a few minutes. I was, however, thankful that the morning had come quickly and my night, amazingly enough, had been devoid of nightmares. My heart began picking up its pace rapidly as the reason why I was thankful washed through my mind like a thousand gallons of oddly refreshing rain. There was only one reason I was in such a hurry to face this day.

Jacob.

I felt Edward squeeze me gently, quickly pulling me out of my mind's summer rain shower.

"Everything alright? Your heart sounds like it's just finished a seven mile jog."

I flushed in embarrassment. I was only so lucky that he couldn't read my thoughts…

"Fine," I insisted. "Really. Just excited to see how Jacob is doing. Still worried, you know me." I gave a faint laugh on the edge of hysteria. I knew he wouldn't buy it, but it hadn't been a complete lie either.

"Well we should get you some breakfast first. Charlie left about an hour ago, so it's safe for me to come downstairs with you if you'd like."

"That's a stupid option to give me. Of course I always want you with me, you know that."

I turned my head to look up at him, in time to see his perfect lips break into a gentle smile across his face. Before I knew what was happening, he had scooped me up into his arms and bolted out the door. We flew down the stairs and I was sitting upright in my usual spot at the kitchen table before I had the chance to blink again. I stared up at him in mild amazement. I wondered if I would ever fully get used to his actions.

"So what's for breakfast?" I asked him softly, gathering my thoughts.

He looked down at me confused and then he turned slightly, his eyes darting around the kitchen quickly. He finally spoke, "Omelet?"

"Sounds good to me," I beamed, surprised. I had imagined my question would be answered by his typical 'What would you like to eat?' question which would result in my automatic response of 'Don't worry about it, I got it' and settle on cold cereal like most mornings.

I watched as he bolted to the fridge and gathered the ingredients quickly, snatching a frying pan from the cupboard above his head just as fast and flipping the dial on the stove to 'Med-Hi' without even looking. I settled back into my chair and let my thoughts momentarily drown out all else.

There was no denying I was excited to see Jacob. That part was easy to admit. I would have been excited to see him regardless of what happened yesterday morning in the clearing. The hard part was that I knew my feelings for him had changed dramatically and I wasn't sure how exactly I should go about handling them while we were face to face. I no doubt would feel unbridled sympathy and sorrow for what had happened to him at my expense and my mouth would detach from my brain again, resulting in quick words spilling over my lips before I would have the full chance to process what I was saying beforehand. I knew if I wasn't careful, I would cause more pain for the both of us, and I didn't want that. Well at least not his pain anyway; I knew full well that whatever pain I suffered, I fully and completely deserved.

Then there was the issue of what to say. This had to be thought out if I wanted to prevent myself from being caught up in my emotions at the time and saying something I would regret later. How could I explain how much that warm, eager, and loving kiss had meant to me yesterday? Should I explain? Would that only cause more problems for everyone? Probably. I knew deep down I should just bite my stupid tongue about it and let it go. But there was that nagging part of me—growing ever so much stronger—that wanted to tell him exactly how that brief moment made me feel. I felt like if all my cards were on the table, just as equally as he had laid his out, then we might be able to sort through this all and work out some compromise. I knew I was being selfish, but I couldn't imagine my world without Jacob in it. I needed him there. Something had to work…anything…

I heaved a heavy sigh as I brought my attention back to the moment at hand. I glanced over at Edward—that perfect back to me, shirt stretched tight across the muscles there—as he flipped my omelet onto a plate on the counter and hurriedly placed it on the table in front of me. A fork magically appeared next to it.

He took a seat next to me and watched me attentively as I picked my fork up and jabbed at the heap of eggs before me. I shoveled a fork-full into my mouth, cringing slightly as it burned my tongue, but swallowed eagerly, much too hungry to care. I could taste the spicy sausage, the melted cheddar, and the smoky ham mixed in with the eggs. It felt good and was, of course, absolutely delicious. I looked at Edward out of the corner of my eye. Was there anything that this man couldn't do perfectly? I highly doubted that.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly into a small smile. "Did I do a good job?"

"Always," I spoke through another mouthful of burning eggs.

His smile broke wide, touching his eyes, as he quickly leaned over and brushed his lips against my cheek softly. He leaned back, taking in the expression on my face now, which I wasn't sure what it was. Some form of bewilderment which caused him to smirk.

"Do you want me to eat, or are you trying to distract me?"

He chuckled softly but said nothing more as I continued to chow down on my breakfast; contemplating how I would ever fully manage to face this day.

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