~~ Okee dokee so here is another treat for you guys ^_^ lol. Please R&R, I really do appreciate it~~

Chapter Three:

Everything that followed went by so fast; it was all a giant blur to me. I could only seem to hold onto the larger things that occurred. I know that I drove to Billy's and found Jacob there as promised, all smiles. My parents had followed me there, and Jacob delivered the happy news. Charlie looked skeptical, like my fiancé had earlier, mixed in with something not exactly definable. But, what could he say?

He'd made his choice of who I should pick abundantly clear in the past. He was getting what he'd wanted, and so was I. We had the marriage ceremony that night, at the reservation, under the full moon. How appropriate.

There was only a tiny cluster of us gathered on the beach that night. Jacob, Renee, Charlie, the pastor, and me. Jake told me the pack was gathered in the woods close by though, they wanted to be a part of this with him. I could remember my first married kiss, the wedding night, but not the fine details like the dinner afterward; any of the conversation, but it didn't matter. Everything was perfect.

We had six months of blissful marriage together, the perfectly newlyweds I mused. We had moved in with Billy for a while, before getting the house. Billy and my dad and split the money for the down payment between them. They were amazing.

It was right by our beach, and so perfect. It was a fixer upper for sure, but Jacob was handling the fixing part really well. Charlie came by almost every Saturday to spend the day and help out.

I'd make my two special men, as I often announced them, a grand dinner to reward their hard work. I'd always make extra, so that I could send the leftovers home with Charlie. He really appreciated it, and stuttered a heartfelt thanks every time.

I really loved him. I was so glad that I was able to stay in his life, to be able to cook him dinner, and do things for him. I didn't think I could ever leave him for good, like I'd been planning on before . . . we were too close.

The house was small, but greatly charming, all of its quirks included. More importantly, it was our home together, so I had to love it, even if it were just a shack. As long as Jacob was included in the deal, I couldn't care less.

I was going to put college off for a while; I really wanted to focus on our relationship. I needed to. He tried to persuade me to go, or at least take a couple of classes' part time like, but I just couldn't muster the desire to attend school again. It was very strange for me, but I can't help how I feel.

Jake wanted to be with me just as much. To my dismay, he'd quit high school. I had to give it to him though; he did get his GED, and was planning on starting at the community college next September. My glorious husband decided to get a job doing some heavy stock lifting. After all, what was the point of badass werewolf strength if it couldn't help you bring in some money?

Billy, who I couldn't thank enough, had found me a job at the local fisherman's store. I was a cashier, and got to sell people all kinds of junk: fishing poles, line, weird looking rubber bait, funny hats and suspenders, it was very interesting.

Fortunately, the two of us made both enough money together to support ourselves. It was often a tight squeeze, but we were always able to afford the essentials. Food was a major money zapper with the way those pack boys ate all the time. The rest went to the mortgage, and bills.

I have never been one for shopping, so buying new clothes wasn't a problem. My old ones did just fine. Jake only really wore clothes to work. Being in the pack, and clothes didn't really mesh well together, he was half dressed a majority of the time anyways, which again suited me just fine.

Six months of greatness, six heavenly months. We had not one fight, argument, or disagreement of any kind. However, six months was all I was getting I guess. Everything started to change again after that mark was hit, and not in a wonderful way this time.

I could see when the changes in Jacob started happening. They were subtle, almost unnoticeable at first, but I knew him far too well. I had the ability to see the things most other people weren't able to.

He would be watching T.V. in the living room, while I read off to the side on the squeaky loveseat. I was stealing glances at his face, his posture, over the top of Pride and Prejudice. There was a slight sag to his shoulders, an exhausted, eerily haunted look in the center of his eyes.

He acted like that a lot of time, and it hurt me so . . . deeply, I'd tried, unsuccessfully, to bring it up a couple of times. One of those nights I'd just asked simply, "Are you alright," in a hesitant breath of question. Truthfully I was terrified of how he would answer me. Was he unhappy with me all ready?

He looked taken off guard; apparently my concern had interrupted some other train of thought. He composed his face well enough and forced a smile. "Yeah Bells, I'm fine."

"Are you," I gulped nervously. "Are you unhappy?" I mentally cringed.

His face was instantly serious, serious and guilty. "Aww honey, come here," His muscular tanned arms stretched out to pull me onto his lap. They wrapped around my stomach in a tender squeeze as he kissed my cheek equally tenderly. "How can I not be happy with you around? Of course I'm great. I'm sorry if I had you worrying, thinking crazy things like that. I'm just tired you know? I've been hauling a lot of hours at the factory . . . forgive me?"

"Sure, sure," I threw his familiar nonchalant reply back at him with a mischievous grin. He wasn't getting enough sleep between working so much, and our home, rather unmentionable, activities. I could sure use some more. He barked a laugh taking in my face, and the words of forgiveness I'd offered. We started on one of our longest time taking activities. One of my personal favorites.

My night was filled with the same dreamless sleep as usual now. Since I'd married Jake, my nightmares had stopped, and so had my dreaming in general. Either I wasn't dreaming at all, or I just couldn't remember. Either way it didn't matter, I was just thankful. Having the chance of Jacob listening to my unconscious babble had been a severe worry for me.

I was silly to stress over something like that. It was silly to feel so mortified, really it was. Everyone knew that once Jacob Black was asleep, he was dead to the world. You couldn't rouse him with a bomb. Still, one less thing to be embarrassed about.

Jake's, horribly annoying, four A.M alarm clock work me the next morning. I drifted back to sleep as he dragged his feet into the bathroom. I heard the running water and dimly remembered that I hadn't gotten to make his lunch for today, we'd both been a little preoccupied last night. I blushed at the images in my mind.

I forced myself to get out of bed and into the kitchen knowing that at least after this I could go back to sleep. Yay for my day off! I fixed him three ham and cheese sandwiches the way he loved them. The crust cut off, some mayonnaise on one side of bread, and honey mustard on the other, with a piece of cheese and honey ham. He'd enjoy this.

I popped a couple of cans of soda, and a couple of bottles of water, along with a big bag of chips, in the lunch pack before returning to bed. I smiled thinking of how much I loved him. He had no qualms about getting up at this ungodly hour if it was for me. He was amazing.

I'd almost found sleep when I felt his lips touch mine lightly. He thought I was unconcious. I felt the flash of surprised delight when I kissed him back, but that was quickly replaced by a deeper hunger. I heard, and felt his breath on my lips as an irritated sigh leaked through his mouth. He had to leave. I finally opened my eyes.

"Thanks for lunch, you didn't have to that honey, I know you're tired."

"It's alright. I don't mind." He kissed me again, briefly.

"Love you Bella."

"Love you too Jake," I closed my eyes in relaxation.

"See you when I get home; probably around seven or so. I'm going to spend the afternoon over at my dad's today okay?"

"Sure, sure."

"You have got to stop stealing my phrases woman."

"Only one actually," I yelled to him as he walked outside to the car. The last thing I heard was a deep amused chuckle.