(A/N: Confused? Wasn't expecting such sappy crap? Asking yourself, why is everyone so happy? Did I check the wrong genre boxes? Do I like cheese? Read on and we shall see... *SPOILER ALERT* I do. I do like cheese.)

CHAPTER TWO

After a long, lingering kiss, I pull away to gaze into the face of the woman I love and adore.

She pouts, and I laugh as I wrap my arms around her.

"Can't get enough of me?" I tease, and she blushes.

"No… yes" She stammers, then laughs and looks down. "I'm just so happy, and it's because of you."

"Because of us." I correct gleefully.

"Because of us" She concedes, "But also... because I made the right choice."

I grin, then spin her around into a bear hug. She yelps in surprise and then laughs with me as I throw us both onto her bed, still holding her tightly.

Lying side by side, I unwind my arms from her so I can prop my head up with one hand and gently stroke her cheek with the other. I take in her still flushed appearance, a stark contrast to her milky white skin.

"So, you were saying?"

She laughs. "You mean, before someone crazy grabbed me and threw me on the bed?"

"I agree to most of that statement, but yes. You were saying something about a… right choice?"

She looks down, tracing patterns on her patchwork duvet.
While she thinks, I trace her face. Starting from her widow's peak, down to her slightly arched eyebrows, down her cheekbone to her full lips.
As I stroke those lips gently with my thumb, Bella blushes again.

"I can't think if you keep doing that, Jake." She chides jokingly.

I suppress a grin at the effect I have on her, and keep my hands to myself.

"At first" She began, "I was so angry at you. For luring me away from Alice, then taking me… well, you know the rest. But when I found out what those disgusting Volturi vampires did to Edward when he went out into the sun, I realised that… that's not the life I want. I would probably have been killed if I had gone to Italy, or barely escaped with my life. If Edward loved me so much, why did he keep putting me in those kinds of situations?"

I reach for her hand and hold it in both of mine.

She smiles briefly at me, then her brow furrows and she begins to get angry.

"As soon as I met him trouble began. Last summer, it was James. Being tortured and bitten by that sadistic vampire for Edward's benefit. Ending up in the hospital. One broken leg, some broken ribs, a skull fracture or two and a nasty reminder on my wrist of the agony of being bitten by a bloodsucker."

Bells was ranting now, but I let her get it all out. It's not like shes had anyone to talk to about all of this.

"Laurent would have killed me in the meadow if it wasn't for you and the pack. I mean, Edward knew Victoria was after me, and he just took off and left me alone with her! What if you weren't, you know? What you are? God, Jake, I would be dead!" Bella realises how loud her voice has become. She pauses and takes a deep breath.

"Edward wasn't good for me" she continues, "He never was. For him to keep putting me in that kind of danger… he never really loved me. I know that now, Jake. I was a fool for being with him."

Bella takes her hand, then reaches out and entwines our fingers. Looking at me such sorrow and regret, she then brings our hands up to her face so she can kiss mine.

"And I was a fool for not seeing what was right in front of me."

I grin. "Well, I can't argue with that." I tease, and she shoves me playfully with her free hand.

I sober quickly and get off the bed. Bella moves with me, sitting up and swinging her legs off the side.

I kneel in front of her and take her right hand in my own.
I turn it over gently, showing the two raised crescent moon scars on her wrist. I trace them both lightly with a finger, turn her hand back over and grip it tightly.
If I have anything to do with it, this scar will be the only reminder Bella will ever have of the Cullens and vampires ever again.

"Bells" I begin, "The Cullens are gone. They aren't coming back. If they do, they won't get anywhere near you. No bloodsucker will. I promised I would never hurt you. Now I'm promising you I will protect you. From them, from any danger, any pain. I am yours, Isabella Swan. I love you. And I will always be here for you."

Bella raises her eyebrow and laughs. "That was quite a speech Jake. Been practising it for a while?"

I grin. "Please, it's not my fault I am perfect in every way."

She laughs again, then looks down and bites her lip.

"Jake…" She stops with a small smile on her lips, then looks at me with those beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

"Jacob Black, I love you too. You are my sun, the healer of my heart. The heart you now own. I love you."*

My heart almost explodes hearing those three words finally spoken from her perfect lips.

She leans down to kiss me, but instead of meeting her halfway, I grab her and throw us back on her bed.

"Say it again." I whisper huskily in her ear.

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love yo-"

My mouth covers hers hungrily, and she responds to me with equal passion.

I move to her jawbone, kissing along it, moving down to assault her neck with lips and tongue and teeth.

"Oh, Jake" Bella sighs, pushing herself against me, her hands in my hair.

"Jake… Jake… Jake… JAKE… JAKE… JACOB!"

I wake with a start in the backseat my Rabbit, blinking groggily in confusion.

How did I get here? I thought I was with… wait, who's shouting?

"Jake? Jacob? Jacob Black, Where are you?!"

Dad. That's Dad. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit.

Last night after the... I must have... and then passed out in the backseat...

"Out here, Dad!" I shouted back. "Sorry! Give me a sec and I'll be right in!"

I quickly shove my bong and drug paraphernalia under the front seats and spray myself with some commercial brand cologne in a can.
I check my eyes in the rearview mirror, extremely glad that the garage has no wheelchair access.

At least all the cuts and bruises are gone.

The smell of a roast cooking wafts down from the house and my stomach growls painfully.
The buzz may have worn off, but I'm still a werewolf and a teenager.
Wait. If dinner is cooking, that means I've been out the whole day.

Shit.

Still cursing under my breath, I trudge through the mud towards the house, bracing myself for the confrontation to come.

Explaining last night is going to be a bitch.

(* Going for the over the top sap here, guys ;) if you were having a vivid dream about the love of your life, you'd wanted sap too :P)
(A/N: Hope this is getting more interesting for your guys :) Chapter Three in the final stages and coming soon! Remember, Read & Review! Constructive criticism
always welcome :)
Also, I was listening to Slipknot - Vermillion Part 2 when writing this. I figure the song fits Jacobs love for Bella perfectly, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to give it a listen if you're liking this fic so far :) peace out bitches xx)