Author's Note: It happened! What happened, you ask? I think you know. Well anyways, Bella gives her answer in this chappie--and other things....that you'll figure out later. Okay, so my goal is to make you Jacob hater turn into Jacob lovers! OR at least, make you okay about Jake. Cuz I feel bad for him. Why do people hate him because he's in love with Bella? They're emotions. :) Lemons in the next chappie, I promise. *pinky promise* It'll get steamay between Bella and Edward. I mean, it only makes sense that she would sex Edward up first before going to Jake to finish the deed, right? Reviews make me happeh. Love, ME. :)

Jake

"If you're lying to me, I'll kill you." I threaten.

"No, Jacob. She told me herself that she's considering the possibility of it. She's leaning towards it."

I can't help but doubt him. I can feel my eyes narrowing into slits. My sharp eyes can see that something…physical happened. Edward's lips are slightly swollen and his hair is ruffled up; like hair after sex or something.

"She still in her room?" I ask roughly.

His eyes dart back and forth.

"Yes, but she's sleeping."

I hurry past him while saying, "Well that's great." Edward easily catches up to me.

"She's sleeping, Jacob. Let her rest."

"Fuck that. She can rest later. I need an answer now." I growl, this burst of anger surprising even me. Damn Edward. Damn him and his hair after sex.

"Jacob." He says firmly while putting a restraining hand on my shoulder. I stop only to glare at him, and I keep walking up the god-damned stairs.

"Edward." I mimic after him. He wants to fight me. I can feel it. He won't though, because, tada, Bella's bedroom door is right there.

"Jacob, please," he hisses, "talk to her later."

"No." I simply reply. I haven't forgotten about my declared war. I twist the doorknob and enter the room. Like he said, Bella is sleeping. From the looks of it though, it looks as if she had just fallen asleep. Her eyes keep fluttering and she's murmuring something. I close the door lightly behind me. Edward is sulking in the corner, watching me with his eyes. I take two steps into the room.

"What, who is it?" Bella mumbles. She opens one eye to glance at me. "Oh crap." She growls.

"Is something hurting?" I ask urgently. Edward is already at Bella's side.

"No." She groans. "I know why you're here."

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow. "Why am I here?"

She stretches her arms and yawns. Edward helps her sit up. She locks her intense brown eyes onto mine.

"You want an answer." She says, while fidgeting. Edward's face is devoid of emotion.

"Right on, Bella. Give it to me."

She shakes her head.

"I can't give you the answer. I don't even know it myself."

"Bella, Edward told me--" I start angrily, but she cuts me off.

"I am leaning towards it. No answer yet."

"Leaning towards it, is a practical 'yes'. Why drag it out? You're torturing me, your husband, and yourself. You're being a selfish bitch." I yell.

Edward growls loudly and looks ready to pounce. I just have a huge urge to flip him off. Bella looks at me questioningly.

"No, Edward. He's kinda right. I am sorta dragging it out, huh?"

His face turns into one of shock…and hope.

"That's because I thought you wanted time…" He says carefully.

"I think I should go with my instinct. Time would only warp my original intuition. Then I'd live wondering what would've happened..." Bella says, trailing off.

"What is your answer then, love?" He says softly. Our eyes are on her face. Edward is practically squirming in his boots. But then again, so am I. Slowly, she gets out her bed, one leg at a time. When she stands, she's leaning on Edward for support. She looks down at her belly. Her hand clenches at her side. When she looks up, she's crying.

"Where is Carlisle? Let's get this over with."

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"Guys, hold my hands." She begs. Edward takes her right, I take her left. Her hands are cold and clammy. She squeezes as if we were stress-balls. The hospital room is cold and shiny. Carlisle comes over with a huge ass needle.

"Don't worry, Bella. By the time I wake you, this thing will be gone."

"Carlisle….will he feel it?"

"No, Bella. I'll make sure of it."

"Okay, Carlisle. I trust you." She closes her eyes and squeezes my hand again. Carlisle takes the needle and injects it into her arm.

"That'll make you nice and sleepy in about a minute or two." Carlisle strokes Bella's forehead. She re-opens her eyes and turns them frantically to Edward.

"Edward." She whimpers.

"I'm here, Bella."

She struggles to keep her eyes open.

"Jake." She slurs.

"Here, Bella."

She looks at the both of us and smiles.

"The…two men…I love…most in the…world…" Her eyes close and her breathing evens out. We both disentangle our hands from hers'.

"I love you, Bella." Edward whispers into her ear. He kisses her slack face and comes to my side to watch a nurse wheel her away.

"Bella…" I whisper.

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An hour later…

Carlisle's head pops out into the private lobby.

"She's awake. Follow me."

We follow him down the hall. My heart is pumping outside of my chest. Carlisle pushes open the door and I see Edward rush to Bella's side.

"Oh, my Bella. My love." He gushes, stroking her face. "Are you alright?"

I bring my eyes to her face. Her skin has two rosy patches….Her cheeks. Her eyes are bright and clear. A smile decorates her beautiful pink lips.

"Hi, Edward. I'm fine." She takes a hold of one of his hands, and kisses it. She holds it to her chest.

"Hey Bells." I say shyly. Her eyes search for mine.

"Hi, Jake." She says happily. "Look, I'm all better now."

"I see that."

"Are you afraid of me?" She pouts at my lack of reaction.

"No."

She grins impishly and gently drops Edward's hand. She throws back the blanket and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. With an inhalation of air, she stands up. The lack of her belly makes me gasp. The fact that she could stand on her own makes me want to cry. She walks, slowly at first, towards me. With every step, she gains speed. When she finally reaches me, her thin arms wrap themselves around me. I hug her back, pressing her head into my chest. Her belly isn't there to get in the way anymore. This time, it was just clothes that separated us, instead of a monster. Tears swim in my vision.

"Thank you, Jake." She says simply.

"Oh, you're welcome, Bella. You're welcome."

The tears flow.