Previously...

"We sure are two of a kind, Bells." He says, his face shoved in my neck. We walked back home with our fingers intertwined, chatting happily, not knowing the shit storm fit that a certain someone was throwing on the other side of the country.

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Chapter 4/ Day 4-6

"Oh my gosh, I love it!" Renee gushed as she saw our tattoos the next morning. Her and Phil were knocked out by the time we got in last night so when we walked into the kitchen this morning, her eyes bugged out and fell in love. "Are you sure you didn't plan this? This is too beautiful, you guys."
We shook our heads. "No, we swear. I wasn't even sure I wanted to get a tattoo in the first place but after Bella went in, I decided to get one."
I couldn't stop staring at mine this morning. Jake helped me clean it and then I helped clean his. The next couple of days were spent lounging around the living room, watching crappy reality T.V. shows and movies on Netflix. The relaxed mood seemed to match the cloudy skies of Florida. We were kind of bummed because the weatherman said it was going to be cloudy and rainy for the next few days. It's like we never left home, I thought to myself.
On the first day of rain, we made a lazy breakfast that consisted of oatmeal and chopped strawberries and watched T.V. I laid my head on Jacob's shoulder with his arm wrapped around me. Ever since our talk things were easier to just feel. It didn't feel awkward or forced, it just felt good. It's crazy how time flew when you aren't doing anything. Renee and Phil were going to get out of work late so I decided to make a nice home cooked meal of my specialty lasagna with Italian toast and a fresh salad. I put a bottle of white wine in the fridge to chill in the morning so it would be ready by the time it was dinner.
It was nearing 6:30 when I decided to prepare the salad. Renee sent me a text that she would be home around 7. I was standing at the island which had a huge picture window that overlooked the backyard, chopping up the salad and tomatoes.
"Man, it sure is pouring. Are you sure we didn't magically go home last night?" Jacob joked, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
"I know! I can't believe it's been pouring all day."

His grip on me tightened and he ran his nose along my neck. My body erupted in chills and my breath caught in my throat. His hand glided along my arm to the hand holding the knife and took it out of my hands and set it on the island. I could feel the heat of his body pressed up on me and it made me feel so many different ways. He kept skimming his nose up and down my neck and it felt like a thousand tiny watts. I couldn't help but press my backside against him and moaned when I felt just how affected he was. He growled low in his throat, spun me around and lifted me on the counter. Our arms immediately wrapped around each other as our mouths melted into one. My legs wrapped around his waist and I couldn't help but grind against him. I felt powerful knowing that I could get a reaction out of him like that. I mean, I always knew that he found me attractive, but it was another thing to feel it and be in this moment. A particular loud clap of thunder and lightning made us tighten our hold on one another. Time escaped us as we released the pent up energy between harsh breaths and small whimpers.
The door slamming shook us out of our desire and burned a fire under our asses. I hopped off the counter and dangerously picked up the knife to resume chopping with a shaky heart. Jacob was ever the cool and collected and pulled out the bottle of chilled wine and four glasses to the table.
"Smells great hon! Hi Jacob, did ya'll have a nice day inside? I hope it wasn't too boring."
My face reddened. It was anything but boring, Mom, really. We just made out seconds before you came through the door.
"Where's Phil?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.
"He should be here soon. He had to stop by the gas station."
Renee went upstairs to change and left us to set the table. I giggled as Jake snuck a kiss to my cheek and poured us each a glass of wine.

Dinner was delicious, the wine was chilled and the company was definitely great. The rain lessened up but not quite that much. We sat for a couple hours after eating, just talking about our plans for the future and random things about the guys back home. Mom thought Quil was a riot with all of the stories we had on him. After repeatedly yawning and feeling my head fall forward with exhaustion, Jacob picked me up, said goodnight to mom and Phil and took me to bed...

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Somewhere else...

A slumped figure caught my attention but I knew immediately who it was. Perfect vampire vision was both a blessing and curse. I didn't mean for it to happen the way it did. I was always so impeccably great at keeping thoughts away from Edward. Thoughts are one thing, but my visions are another. When they happen, I can't control if he sees it in my mind as it's playing. I should have known a slip was bound to happen. I was lucky the first couple of times a vision came about Bella while on her trip to Florida. She looked absolutely beautiful in her red dress. I didn't get a glimpse of the whole night but I did see glimpses of a very innocent kiss... The next time I got a vision of her, she was shopping, SHOCKER, but then she was angry at the dog for something he did. The vision flickered between her crying in bed and then him and her... in a compromising position. The last vision was what threw me and what Edward caught a peek of. It was Bella, smiling wider than she ever has before holding Jacob's hand, Bella dragging him to a tattoo shop of all places and finally, what made him lose his mind, Bella—getting a tattoo that had to do with wolves. His perfect, pure, unblemished Bella, marking her skin with something that reminded her of Jacob. When I came to, Edward was standing horrified in front of me. He let out an anguished cry, firing away, breaking any object that came across his path as he ran through the glass panel of the house and into the forest. It took me a millisecond to snap out of it and run after him but they always say he's the fastest for a reason. It took an actual second before I found him, hence, the slumped figure.
"Edward, I-."
"How long?" His voice is hoarse.
"I didn't know anything until the other day." I admit, shame dripping from my voice.
His head drops. "I should have gone with her. None of this would have happened."
"You know it wouldn't have worked out. The forecast is too unpredictable there and I saw Renee trying to drag you out everyday but you couldn't. And if you had gone..." I trail off. I didn't tell him what would have happened if he'd gone. Him and Bella would have fought everyday, Renee would have seen that and told Edward it would have been best for him to leave. Bella would have been torn about that, gone home upset, ignoring Edward and gotten comfort from Jacob, never talking to Edward again. What I didn't count on was Jacob actually going on the trip with Bella. Angela was supposed to go with her until a last minute decision made her stay home to babysit. My thoughts were quiet and full of woe. I felt horrible.
"Don't give me your pity. I need some time alone. Don't follow me." He disappeared into the black, inky night before I got a chance to respond. With a heavy sigh, I head back home...

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Back in Jacksonville, the next morning

I woke up to more rain. Ugh. I really thought it'd clear up by now. I turn around in bed and see Jacob is still in bed, knocked out. His body is sprawled out with one arm thrown over his face, partially covering his forehead and eyes. He's not wearing shirt, just some sleep pants that hang low on his hips. God damn he's beautiful. He moves from his position and turns to face me. I trace down his nose to his full lips with my fingertip. His breaths get a little more shallow with every pass I make and when he finally opens his eyes, I press my lips to his. My body is leaning halfway on top of his but the way his heat feels, it feels like we're unclothed. His hands trace from my shoulders down to the small of my back. My brain slowly registers that my body has moved and straddled Jacob's hips. My eyes pop open as my lips detach from his. Our breathing is heavy but choppy. He grasps either side of my face and pulls me down to his lips once again. My own hands travel the length of his shoulders and chest, feeling the dips and curves of the muscles and moan when he breaks out in goosebumps. I sit myself harder on top of him, my hips grinding to their own accord. I don't even recognize myself as I let out a throaty moan, whimpering as he grips my hips and grinds up against me. We separate our kiss and breathe heavily against each other, feeling all of these new emotions and shocks as our bodies move together. My brain seems to be zoning out because I definitely don't hear the sounds of a knock, my mom's voice, and the door opening until I hear...
"Oh my god! OH SHIT!" My body freezes and both of our heads whip towards the door. "I'll just leave you two be, I was just letting you know that I was thinking we could get breakfast somewhere. Go ahead and uh—finish whatever ya'll were doing." She gives me the thumbs up and once the door closes, my head hangs and I can't help but let out a little giggle. Giggles turn into chuckles and that turns into full out, belly laughs.

"Did she really... thumbs up us?"
I sigh, "My mom's a free spirit." I'm still seated on his lap and I don't want to get off. Jacob sits up and wraps his arms around me, kissing me deeply. I end up breaking away because damn it I need to breathe and sigh again. "We need to get dressed to go." Jake pouts, not actually wanting to leave this moment.
"We'll continue this later." I wink and hop off his lap, grabbing my clothes and heading to the bathroom.

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The day is definitely giving off a Forks vibe, so we dress accordingly. Jeans, zipper hoodie and tennis shoes. It's been strange seeing Jake actually wear clothes this week. We all pile into Phil's jeep and head off to a Mexican restaurant for a late breakfast. The whole car ride over I kept getting the sly glances from my mom, her little winks and knowing, smirky grins. When we got to the restaurant, we ran to the door to avoid the downpour. Jacob took my hand in his and kissed it. Though I smiled, I had a very unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. I took a glance around me but couldn't see a thing through the sheet of rain that was coming down. I shook it off and allowed myself to be pulled in. It never ceases to amaze me how much food Jacob can actually put away. A extra large omelet plate with 4 extra eggs (it's already made with 4), layered with chile, 6 thick slices of bacon, and large sliced potatoes with 4 flour tortillas. We had a bet that he'd be ready for a snack as soon as we got home. We couldn't believe that it was the ending of our first week here. We still had one more week left but I just knew it was going to go by so fast. I wasn't ready to deal with the responsibilities back home. Once we paid and left, we stopped by the grocery store to load up on food for the next few days. With Jacob's appetite, he pitched in for food, feeling bad because he ate so much of it. As we loaded up the car, that uneasy feeling kicked in again. I shook it off once again and got into the car. When we got home, the rain had stopped for a while and the sun peeked out, making the air hot and humid. Phil asked Jake if he wanted to check out some of the indoor batting cages and he agreed. Renee had an emergency meeting, so as soon as we unpacked the groceries, she took off.
The house was quiet so I decided now would be a good time to call Charlie and check in on him. I grabbed my phone and got comfortable on the couch.
"Hello?"He answers and I forgot how much I missed his gruff voice.
"Hey Dad." I smile. I think I'm actually feeling a little homesick.
"Bells! I miss ya, kid. How are ya'll doing?"
I give him the run down on what we've been doing lately. I hesitate when I get to the tattoo part.
"Don't be mad." I automatically say. The line goes silent. "I got some news... Jake and I kinda sorta got tattoos."
I could hear him exhale sharply. "Tattoos, huh? Hmm. What is it?"
"Are you mad?" I knew I was 18 and all but I still respected my dad and didn't want him to be upset.
"No Bells. I admit when you told me you had news and not to be mad, my first thought was that you decided to stay there... indefinitely."
"Of course not! Even though I'm having a blast here, I'm really missing home. I miss you, Dad." I admit.
"So basically, when I decided I wanted a tattoo, I didn't think Jake was going to get one, but we ended up sorta getting something similar." I explained my thought of getting something book related, which he liked but then got kind of weird when I told him it was wolf related, and the fact that Jake's was Little Red Riding Hood.
We talked for about 20 minutes or so. He was giving me updates on what he'd been up to with Billy. They went fishing three times this week and caught a crap ton of fish. He asked me where Jacob was and I told him he went out with Phil for a while. I could tell he wanted to ask about us when there was a knock on the door.
"Hey Dad, let me call you back, there's someone at the door."
"Sure thing, kiddo. I miss you. Call me later and tell Jake I said hi and that I'm taking care of his old man."
I pocketed my phone in my back pocket and went to the door, not bothering to check the peephole. Renee didn't tell me she was expecting anyone. I definitely was not expecting to see a pair of molten gold eyes burning into mine.
"Edward?"