I think it's about time I put a disclaimer in especially for this chapter

'Ahem' I do not own twilight much less any of the characters. They all belong to the Goddess of Twilight Stephanie Meyer. Thank you.

Enjoy the chapter guys =D

"I'm telling you, Jake, she knew!" Yet another breath wasted on my disbelieving best friend. I'd lost count of how many times we'd had this conversation and the accident only happened this morning.

However, I was determined not to let it drop until I got some more likely ideas from someone. For this Poor old Jacob was paying the price. He didn't even see it.

"Yes Bella." He said this time, exasperated. "Alice Cullen has psychic powers, knew exactly where the van was going to crash and, for once, she showed her good side by making sure you were out of the way." Slamming his pen down he locked eyes with me. "Look, honey, I'm glad you're ok and I feel like I owe her I really do, but, I have no ideas about how she did it. Could we please talk about something else!" With that he picked his pen back up and started again with his algebra.
"You're only grumpy because you can't do your maths! Here, let me take a look."

It was still perishing outside and inside during this mid-spring winter so me and Jacob were doing our homework squashed onto wither side of my couch with Jacob's immense body heat keeping us both warm.

"I just don't understand where letters come into maths!" He cried still mardy. "It's just wrong." Practically throwing his notes at me he lay back and put his lengthy black hair up with his infamous rubber band.

"I know, you've said countless times." I explained smirking to cheer him up. "Honestly you really should stop repeating yourself it gets so annoying." By this time I was holding up his notes in defense of the inevitable attack I could see building in his eyes.

"Billy? Do you want Budweisers or Stella?" Charlie called across Joe's shop.

"Get both and I'll chip in." I answered sub-consciously while thinking about what he had told what at Bella's school this morning. Bella's 'delusions', as Charlie called them, about the Cullen girl gave me a horrific revelation. The old stories were true. And not just ones I knew were true.

I had attempted to, inconpsicuously, pass on all the important 'strories' to Jacob as fact; he was having none of it and just thought of them as fairy-tales to get him to sleep at night when he was small. Now that they were all proved to be true there really lay little hope for a happy end-of teenage-years for my only son. Poor kid.

The bloodsucker's paranormal gifts didn't scare me if I was correct then they wouldn't effect him or his soon-to-be brothers. What this proved however had me shaking in anxiety for the kids...
Imprinting.

Such strong devotion to another should be optional in my opinion. That and the likely hood that his imprint would be the girl he claims to love at the moment terrified me. As a father I should feel nothing but releif at the fact that my son had a soulmate whom he will love and take care of and not have to worry about mutual affection according to legend.

The possibility of Bella and Jake getting crushed was at an all time high now. Even though Bella didn't quite know it yet she loved Jacob just as much as he loved her. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was something stopping her from realising the full potential of their relationship as I would undoubtedly see an example of when we got back to Charlie's.

My guess is that they'll be wrestling or playfully bickering yet again.

"Say you're a hypocrite! SAY IT!" Jake had all my hair in his hand and both my hands in his other. How did I not see this coming.

"Ok, ok I'm a hypocrite just get off my hair please!" I screamed in his face.

"Even when you're trapped you never forget your manners do you?" Jacob chuckled in response letting go of my hair and then ruffling it. I stuck my tongue out at him and looked at the time. I should probably get to work on dinner. "Well kid, I'm going to go and make your dinner, like the superior I am, so you be good and get that homework done."

"Superior? You've gotta be joking." He followed me into the kitchen dumping his maths on the sofa and leaned against the counter as I started preparing the food. "Yeah I'm 17 you're 15 that makes me superior." To further prove my point I expertly flipped the steaks I now had in a pan.

"That's only our physical ages. Tell me what's a Shuttle Valve Modulator?" He asked getting smug now.

"It's a part of a car." I replied, but, he then asked what it did. I couldn't answer.

"See, my knowledge in cars and mechanics and all the stuff you love watching so much in my garage makes me older than you." He folded his arms in triumph and smiled his brightest, most arrogant smile. I had to smile back.

"Ok you know cars and fixing the Rabbit is impressive, but, how good's your beef stroganoff?" We carried on like this until we heard the door being unlocked and the unmistakable sounds of two old men bickering playfully.

"Billy will agree with me." I said dismissively setting out four steaming hot steaks in mustard sauce bringing my age up to an amazing 38 with Jacob stuck at 30.

That night I lay awake and thought about how great my day was and how unbelievably beautiful Jacob's smile was all night. Come to think of it Jake's smile always overwhelmed me with it's beauty.

If I'd've said this outloud to anyone they would've realised the truth I couldn't (or wouldn't) work out for myself...

I wanted Jacob Black.