A/N: This is the first chapter officially and it's entirely in Jacob's POV. (It's the only chapter solely in his POV.)

This story will be mostly in Leah's POV, but there will be some more in Jacob's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with Stephenie Meyer's characters.

Chapter 1: The Day That Changed Everything

Jacob's POV

I haven't spent that much time with my friends since I started helping Leah plan some of the wedding. She was extremely exhausted from all of the wedding plans so she stayed at home. My bestfriend Embry decided to have a little get together for all of La Push so I took time from helping Leah to attend. I thought that the maid of honor was supposed to help the bride with the wedding invitations and things of that sort? I entered Embry's house and all of the usual suspects were there. I saw Embry and my other bestfriend Quil. They smiled as I approached them. We all did our elaborate handshake and our signature hug. It didn't feel like I hadn't really seen them in months.

"I didn't think you'd make it. I thought you would be trying on dresses with Leah," Embry teased.

"Very funny, Embry. Did you come up with that joke all on your own?" I sarcastically asked.

"You do realize that you're only supposed to make sure Leah doesn't go over the budget and tell her that everything looks and tastes perfect, right?" Quil asked with his eyebrow raised.

"That's exactly why there's no ring on your finger," I pointed out and all three of us laughed.

The three of us continued to talk. Quil and Embry actually continued to make jokes about my involvement in the wedding while I ignored them. It was nice being around them again. It felt like nothing changed at all. I fixed myself a plate and I also wrapped a plate in foil for Leah. I was getting ready to sit down and eat when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I turned around and Leah's second cousin/maid of honor Emily was smiling at me.

"So I see your face isn't behind a bridal magazine," She joked and I sighed.

"Not you too. Aren't you supposed to be the one helping my fiancée? She's at home working hard and you're enjoying yourself," I observed.

"Sorry. Edward came to get Rachel today. I just wanted a day to myself," She explained and I nodded.

"You're enjoying yourself a bit too much. You might want to slow down on the alcohol," I advised.

Emily sat down right next to me and she groaned. Emily was an extremely attractive woman, but she looked a mess. Her eyes were red from crying, her hair was all over the place and she smelled like Jack Daniels. I didn't want to know the number of drinks that she consumed. I put my plate down and I placed my arm around her shoulder to console her.

"What's really bothering you?" I questioned, my tone heavy with concern.

"It's been exactly three years to the day that my marriage fell apart. It's been three years since Edward left me for that bitch Bella," Emily hissed.

"It's his loss, Emily. At least you got your beautiful daughter out of the marriage, most people leave a marriage with absolutely nothing," I comforted.

"This is true. It just still hurts. You don't just stop loving someone when they fuck you over," She continued.

I finished eating and I resumed listening to Emily vent. I felt bad for the girl. The love of her life just left her for another woman. He didn't even have the balls to tell her face to face, he wrote her a letter. To make things worse, it was their daughter Rachel who first found the letter. Emily finally stopped crying and thanked me for listening to her. I made my way back over to my friends who had shit eating grins on their faces.

"What would Leah say if she knew that you were flirting with her cousin?" Embry asked rhetorically.

"What are you talking about? I was just consoling her because she's had a rough day," I answered.

"If that's what you want to call it…" Quil trailed off.

"Emily is beautiful, but Leah is all the woman that I need. I love her," Quil and Embry gagged at my words.

"She's the only woman that you've ever had, so of course you're going to say that. You're going to be having sex with the same woman until she's old and her pussy is sagging. You need to bust one more time before you get married," Embry recommended.

"No. I love Leah and I'm satisfied with her. I don't want anyone else," I admitted.

"So you're telling us that you've never thought about having sex with another woman? You're telling us that you've never thought about Emily like that?" I sighed at Quil's question.

"I didn't say that. I may have thought about Emily intimately when I first met her, but that was before I met Leah. I don't think about her anymore," I confessed and they rolled their eyes.

"I slept with Emily in high school and she will let you do anything to her… and there's nothing she won't do to you. You should experience that before you're tied down to a prude for the rest of your life," Embry suggested.

"Leah is not a prude. She may be a little high strung, but I wouldn't call her a prude," I defended.

"I bet you can't remember the last time Leah gave you a blow job. I bet that she's never swallowed either," Quil added.

"Why does that matter?" I asked, desperate to change the subject.

"Pre-marital sex is the best sex that you will ever get. You're getting ready to get married… think about that. How are you so sure that Leah's all you will ever want when she's all you've ever had?" Embry made a very good point. I would of course never tell him that.

"I love her and I can't picture my life without her. I think that I'd have a nervous breakdown or something if we weren't together. She's my other half. I am what I am because of her. She means the world to me, she is my world. I know that no one will ever make me feel like this. I don't think anyone will ever come close," My explanation silenced my friends momentarily.

"You sound like a cheesy love song. Please make it stop," Quil mocked and he jokingly placed his hands over his ears.

We continued to talk about my impending marriage and their current relationships. We were interrupted by a semi-drunk Emily looking around for her car keys. If possible, she looked worse than she did 20 minutes ago. She had a drink in her hand and her movements were uncoordinated. I shook my head and I told Quil and Embry that I'd talk to them later. I approached Emily and she snapped at me.

"Emily calm down, let me take you home," I offered.

"I'm fine, Jacob. Just leave me the hell alone," She yelled.

"I'm taking you home. You need to get some rest," I said.

I grabbed her before she could protest. I had my hand on her wrist and I was pulling her along like she was a 2 year old. She kept trying to hit me and she cursed at me. I had to force her into my vehicle. She calmed down some as I started driving. I turned the radio off because I needed the silence. Emily was asleep after 10 minutes. I pulled into her driveway 15 minutes later. I picked Emily up and threw her over my shoulder. I unlocked the door to her house with the spare key that I had. I walked Emily to her bedroom and she woke up after I gently laid her down on her bed.

"Jake? Are you leaving?" Her voice cracked.

"Yea, I'm going to go see how Leah is doing. I just wanted to make sure that you got home ok," I explained.

"Please don't leave me. I need someone here with me," She pleaded.

"It's getting late. I need to go home—" I stopped talking as a moan escaped my lips.

Emily unbuttoned my pants and she had her hand wrapped around my bare cock.

"I need you Jake, please just do this for me," She desperately begged.

"I… fuck… I can't… do this to Leah," I managed to get out.

"Leah will understand. Just please give me this," She continued to implore.

She slowly started moving her hand up and down my shaft. I groaned and she started stroking me faster. She smiled at my reaction. I opened my mouth to protest, but my brain shut off after I felt her tongue replace her hand. Embry and Quil were right; I missed oral sex so, so much. Without removing her mouth, she walked me over to her bed. I placed a pillow behind my head and I got comfortable. She fully engulfed me with her mouth and I groaned again. I grabbed a handful of her hair to guide her movements. She released me from her mouth to breathe. She started stroking my shaft again before she placed just the head into her mouth. Her hand and mouth moved simultaneously, driving me crazy. She sped up her actions and lightly tugged on one of my balls. I removed her head by pulling a little roughly on her hair. I was minutes away from cumming and I didn't want to do it in her mouth.

"You don't have to return the favor, just fuck me," Emily instructed.

I was getting ready to search for my pants so I could grab the condom out of my pocket, but Emily gave me one from her nightstand. She took my shirt off and she stripped while I put the condom on. Without warning, she flopped down on my dick and we both moaned from the contact. She had her hands on my chest and her eyes were looking down as she rolled her hips backwards and forwards. My eyes weren't on hers either as I enjoyed the sensation. This was nothing more than sex to us. I had no feelings for her and she had none for me. Her hands moved from my chest to her breasts as she rode me faster and harder. I was getting close to cumming and I wanted to be in control when I did. I flipped us over so now I was the one directing the movements. Emily's eyes were closed in ecstasy and her nails were digging into my arms. I plunged into her deeper and harder and she cried out.

"Fuck! Jake, I'm gonna cum," Her voice was hoarse.

My release was imminent as well. Her nails dug deeper into my arms, I was definitely going to have marks there. I was relentless with my thrusts. I kept hitting her g spot until she painfully dug her nails into my back. I didn't even register that her nails dug hard enough to draw blood. I was focused on the shuddering beauty underneath me. I pushed into her roughly a few more times until I came. I slipped out of her and I rolled beside her. I was too worn-out and tired to move. It didn't take long for sleep to overcome me. I woke up a few hours later and Emily was still sleep. I put my clothes back on and I looked at the time on my phone. Shit! It was 12:30 in the morning! I looked at my phone again and I didn't see that I had any missed calls. Leah probably went to bed early then. I made sure that I had everything and I left in a hurry. I turned up the radio loud because I didn't need to be accompanied by thoughts of what just occurred.

I drove a little bit slower than I do normally. I couldn't go home just yet. Even though the chances were high that Leah was asleep, I couldn't face her. I couldn't look at her and kiss her knowing where I just was and what I just did. What the fuck was I thinking? I had sex with my fiancée's bestfriend. It was just sex; it wasn't anything deeper than that. Would Leah be able to understand that? Would she be able to see that I love her more than anything else in this world? Would she be able to forgive me? I don't think my heart will be able to handle it if she can't forgive me. Leah loves Emily so much; I think and pray that she will be able to forgive her for what happened. It certainly wasn't our intention to hurt her. Maybe Leah will understand that our wedding is approaching and I'm a little nervous. While I do love Leah with everything I am, marriage is a huge commitment. I of course knew that when I proposed.

I can't run away from the inevitable. I pulled into the garage, sighed, and went inside of the house. I thought I saw a light on in the house so I made sure to be extra quiet. It's really fucked up when you have to sneak into your own house. As I entered the house, I didn't see any lights on and I was thankful. I tip toed into my room and there was my beautiful fiancée sleeping peacefully, snoring lightly. I smiled and I kissed her lightly on her forehead. I grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms out of my drawer and I headed for the shower. This was possibly the most profound shower that I'd ever had. As I was scrubbing and cleansing myself on the outside, I was hoping it would do the same for the inside. I didn't want to shower too long and risk Leah waking up so I got out after 10 minutes. I put my bottoms up and I got into my bed. I wrapped my hands around Leah's waist. I was going to have to tell her in the morning.

A/N: So I hoped that you enjoyed the official first chapter.

I'm not a review whore so I'll just say review if you feel like it, lol.

The next chapter will start in Jacob's POV and then it'll switch to Leah's POV so you will know how she feels about Jacob's confession!