A/N: This chapter is based on Crawl by Chris Brown, not sure why I picked it in the first place, but it somehow works.

D: Don't own it all. Just the plot, the rest belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

Crawl

Seth' POV

I stared up at the disoriented man towering above me. His complexion paler, the frame of his face noticeable, and his hair tucked behind his ear at a shoulder length. This wasn't the Jacob I remember, this man looked shattered and lost, exactly how I looked almost five years ago. I wasn't sure if I should feel concerned, if I should pity him. I knew for a fact I didn't want to, so it was my conscious arguing with my stubbornness.

"What are you doing here?" I grimaced tossing the last jar in the bag.

"Rachel told me you were back." He whimpered, exactly like he was ready to cry here.

"Yeah." I trailed up the porch, trying to avoid eye contact. Refusing to stare in his gaze, afraid that I might do something I'd regret. "But what are you doing here? At my house?"

"You mean Paul's?" He asked, hoping for the answer that I was just staying for a visit.

"No, mine too." His emotion seeped through his facial expressions, I knew he was disappointed and broken.

"You and Paul?" He choked out. I nodded. "…"

"You look like crap Jacob." I stared down at his stance, discomfort and guilt still withered on his face. "You should go home and clean up, then maybe we can talk."

"Why not now?" He complained.

"Because I really don't want to talk to you…" I muttered.

"How can you ask me to leave when I've been searching for you to make things right?" He moved closer to the house. "I'm sorry Seth."

"Because it's not that easy Jacob, I moved on, and so should you." I shifted through my keys and shoved one in the deadbolt.

"Please Seth," He was already standing next to me, his breath ghosting over me and my arm in his grasp. "Can we just talk?"

"I can't." I choked out, pulling my arm away. "Not right now."

"Well when?" He cried out.

"Just… go home Jacob," I muttered, "I'll come see you when I'm ready."

"Well what about the kid?" He stopped me again. "Is it true what Rachel said? That he's mine?"

I stood still, trying to comprehend the question. I couldn't just say yes, I didn't know how. Sure Logan is his, and he has the right to know, but I couldn't nod, I couldn't say anything. The only thing going through my head was the rejection Billy had, contemplating whether Jacob would react the same way, or if he would automatically jump to conclusions and think that I forgave him. I didn't.

"Well…"

"What are you talking about Jacob?" I felt like I was lying even to say this, I mean I was planning to say that he was Paul's, but the truth would come out eventually.

"Is he my son?" Jacob asked again.

"Yes…" He gave me shocked looked, he should've at least expected it, "… but he's not here, not at the moment."

"Well w-where is h-he?" He stuttered out.

"With Paul and the rest of the guys." I said quickly. "I'll call you over tonight and we can talk."

"Why not right now?"

"Because I'm not ready to be alone with you Jacob." I admitted.

"You still love me?" It was more of a hopeful question coming from him.

"Yeah, I'll admit that," I sighed in discomfort. A part of me did still love him, "but it's subsided with the hatred I still have for you Jacob. Either way, I love Paul, and I'm with him now."

"So we're done?"

"Why does that shock you Jacob? We were over the day I said we were." It was hard to say it, but it needed to be. It was the truth. "Now please go until I call you."

"…" He wouldn't say anything else. Whatever he wanted to say was forgotten by the crushing words I said.

I constantly worried myself whether I would go racing into his arms, hoping that we could be better, that things could get better. But his approach on this was far from it, I still hated the fact that he was still hoping for me to just forgive and forget, for his benefit, on his pace, nothing into my consideration. The only thing that has changed since I last seen him was his appearance, sure he's still attractive in some ways, but he's changed too drastically for me to even love him anymore.

I watched as he faded down the road, seeing how he stopped a couple times to look back. I still did feel shitty that I shattered the hope, I could say its because I'm just human, but that's far from the situation. But to say I'm proud of myself, yeah, a little. I overcome a lot of this over the years, and seeing Jacob again, confirmed that I'm moving forward.

Paul and Logan coming in the door came to a shock to me, as Logan was practically shouting in glee, Paul chuckling not far behind holding his stuffed tiger. The first thing I noticed was the smile drawn on my face at their arrival, this was my happiness, and this is what I deserved. Paul kissed my cheek before going down the hall to change. Logan hasn't said anything, only racing to the TV to watch cartoons. I shook my head and decided to let him be, getting something ready for both of them to eat at least.

"How was your day babe?" Paul asked, holding my waist from behind.

"Eventful." It was all I could say. For now.

I knew Jacob's unannounced visit would bother Paul, I still had the feeling I would just drop everything for Jacob, that I would push him away.

"I think Logan is going to be a mechanic too," He chuckled sitting on the stool by the counter, "he hasn't left Embry's side the entire time. Always asking him what's what."

"So he wasn't a bother at all?" I knew he wouldn't, but Logan can be very rambunctious at times.

"Not at all," He replied swigging back the beer in his hand. "Sam and them suggested he come around more often."

"I would hardly call a mechanic shop a safe place for a four year-old boy."

"I'M GONNA BE FIVE DADDY!" Logan shouted, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Okay, okay," I chuckled. "A FIVE year-old boy."

"Speaking of which, his birthday is in a week." Paul chimed in, "are we throwing him a big party?"

I stood at the counter, watching Logan in a trance, "yeah, definitely."

"Great. Just let me know what you'll need." He pulled me in for a kiss before taking another drink of his beer.

"I want a piñata." Logan stood up and ran over to sit with Paul.

"How do you know what a piñata is?"

"Embry sort of filled his head with a big birthday party and Logan hasn't kept quiet the entire ride home." He answered for him, bouncing him on his knee.

"We'll see Logan." The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it to be more of a surprise for Logan. So I decided I would call my mom and Leah later and start planning it. "Paul can we talk outside?"

"Yeah sure." he replied, letting Logan race back to the couch.

Standing outside on the porch, checking on Logan from the front-view window, I was nervous to inform Paul of Jacob's return. I had to, I have to tell everyone and I'm not looking forward to it, and if I didn't tell Paul, there's no saying what would happen if he heard from the pack. Or worse, seeing him, I couldn't be sure if Paul was still upset with Jacob, the fact is that they were still friends before they left, but I have to be cautious.

"Paul…" I said hesitantly. "There's something I have to tell you."

"What is it?" He asked worried.

"I'm fine." I assured him. "It's Jacob." I muttered.

"Oh…" He let my hand go slowly. "What about him?"

"He's back…" I reviewed his expressions, but it looked as if he was disappointed. "Wait… did you think?"

"No." He shook his head to ignore the assumption.

"I'm sorry Paul." I pulled him in for a hug, "I didn't mean to be so insensitive."

"So Jacob's back now." I knew he wanted to drop the subject.

"Yeah, he knows about Logan and wants to meet him."

"Well then he should." He kissed my forehead.

"So you're not upset that he's back, that he just showed up?" Shit! I didn't mean to mention the last part.

"He was here?" He asked concerned.

"Yes." I grabbed his hand again, "but I asked him to leave before he could do anything."

"Are you afraid you might still love him?" He wrapped his arms around me for his comfort.

"I don't." I answered quickly. "Well… a part of me does still, but him showing up here made me realize that I have everything I want, and that he's still Jacob Black."

"So…"

"So, yes, I still love you." I hugged him back.

"I love you to."

It was the next day before I decided to call Jacob up and talk to him. I asked my mom and sister to keep Logan occupied until I called them. So I'm sitting at the table next to Paul, across from Jacob as he shifts uncomfortably at the sight of Paul's hand covering mine. His hair was cut again, and he looked as if it only took him a night to rejuvenate.

"Logan will be here soon, we just have to get some things straight." I glanced over to Paul's gaze.

"Logan?" Jacob smirked, "my grandpa's name."

"Well it couldn't be Sarah." I shared the smile.

It was something we actually discussed before, coincidentally. I remember those being the best times with Jacob, staying up late and talking until either of us had to go. One of the topics brought up was the thought of ever having kids, if we would adopt. But it never crossed our minds that I could ever birth a child. But we have discussed names, and the stories he remembers of his mom, and her memories of her dad, Logan. So yes, I did want at least keep that part in.

"What are the conditions?" He asked.

"Well first things first." I said grasping Paul's hand tighter. "Please call before you show up, we might have plans. And two, if you're going to be around, I want to make sure that you'll be there for Logan. And three, ask me first when it comes to Logan."

"So do I get to see him?" Jacob asked eagerly.

"Yes." I answered. "But you must know that Logan still knows Paul as his papa, so please don't fill his head with bull crap about Paul not being a part of his life."

I could see it bothered him; he was practically burying Paul with his glares, and I know how frustrated he could be right now, but Logan only knew Paul as his father figure. So hopefully he could understand that too.

I picked up the phone and gave a quick call for my mom to bring Logan over. So as she arrived a few minutes later, Jacob looked more nervous than ever. He was practically treading a hole in our floor with his pacing. It was until my mom walked in that Jacob stopped in his tracks to see Logan run over to Paul and me.

"Daddy, papa? I made cookies with grandma." He exasperated. "Want one?"

"In a minute son," I put him down as he realized Jacob standing across from us with glossy eyes. "There is someone you need to meet."

"Who is he daddy?" Logan asked curiously.

"Logan," I paused to take a breath. "This is Jacob, your dad."

"My dad?" He stared at Jacob as he knelt down to see at his level.

"Hi Logan."

A/N: Okay, don't be mad that I left it at that, but I do need to start updating my other two fics 'It's Just You' and 'Sweet Meant To Be.' But a big thanks to the reviewers dark-magician100, luvinlapush, LuvMe0949, Demon2Angel, SomerTrevAckles, Head Mistress Cullen, Ana, hopelessromantic5, WolfPacFaan, Seth's The Best, iJeedai, tinker03, SoundShield11, tqt13rocks, and laffertyluver23.

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