The rest of Rachel and Rebecca's party was no less than extremely awkward. They had the right idea to gravel at my feet and to beg for my forgiveness. Jacob followed in their footsteps; he also had the right idea.

I tried to ignore the undeniable awkward mood and enjoy the party. Emily made an amazingly delicious pasta dinner big enough to feed a hundred people. For some reason I was scared, but glad, that she was catering my wedding.

The wedding was always in the back of my mind, teasing me with unbearable thoughts. This wedding, or any idea of a wedding, scared me. I was not ready for the big service with over two hundred people. What really scared me the most was that none of my immediate family was coming to the wedding. Although my dad was finally out of jail, he was still on probation and could not leave the state. The closest to the wedding he could get would be the videos Emily sent out.

Emily, Amy, and Ally were still doing most of the major planning, but there were things that I had to be included in. Those included dress shopping, guests, cake selection, and anything that involved the church.

After the party was over, around midnight, the Black household was an absolute mess. There were plastic cups, food crumbs, and dirty dishes everywhere.

"We'll get it tomorrow," Billy assured me. "Don't worry, it's too late for clean up."
Maybe it was my OCD that made me stay up all night, or maybe it was my want not to face Jacob. I cleaned the entire house, even though I was tired. My mind was restless; lying in bed wouldn't help me.

Eventually I fell asleep on the couch watching The Real World on MTV. Jacob was the first one to come in and wake me up. My eyes froze when I saw him.

"Good morning to you too baby." He picked me up bridal style and sat me on his lap. "The house looks good."

"I cleaned it," I mumbled.

"I know." He kissed the top of my head. "You're not still mad at me, are you?"

I sighed. "Of course I'm not mad at you; I'm just a little frustrated. I had my hopes up, and I wanted that baby. Maybe it would push back the wedding."

"You don't want the wedding?"

"Of course I do." I sighed again. "I just… it scares me. I hardly know anyone, and it'll be so big, and I just am scared."

"Shh…" Jacob kissed the top of my head, and then kissed my lips. "Everything's going to be fine."
"This wedding… are you sure we're not rushing this?"

"Jenica, if you're heart isn't in this…" He got up. "I don't know what I'd do. We'll cancel the wedding, fuck it."

"No." I got up and took him by the shirt. "No. I want this."

He ran his hand through my hair. "You have to be sure about it. And if you're not sure, I'm not sure. We don't have to do this."
"Your sisters came all the way out here, we've got relatives flowing in left in right, Emily's giving a hand and foot to make sure this wedding is amazing. There is no way that I am canceling this wedding."
"You gotta be ready for it," he whispered. "Are you ready, Jenica?"

"I'm ready, Jacob." I kissed him softly. "I am ready for this."
He took his hand and pressed it on the small of my back. He smirked at my immediate reaction. He pressed his lips on mine, hard, and picked me up bridal style.

"Let's finish this somewhere else."

With that he carried me into the bedroom. We made magical, beautiful love.

When I awoke again the room was dark, but sun was seeping in through the sides of the blinds. I stretched, only to find my hand touching another body. It was Jacob.

He stirred just a tad, wrapped his hand around my waist, and pulled me closer.

"Good morning," he yawned. "How'd you sleep?"
I turned on my side and cuddled up next to him. "Fine." My naked skin rubbed up against his. "How about you?"

"Absolutely fabulous, sleeping next to you, my love." He took my chin and kissed me softly. "I love you."
"I love you too."

He kissed me again and grabbed my breast. I moaned and pushed closer to him. "Jacob."

"We shouldn't be doing this now," he whispered. "Billy's up. That means the girls are too."
I pushed as close as possible. "I don't care."

"We'll I do." He sat up. "No offense, darling, but you're a bit loud when things go on."

"Not as loud as you are!" I slapped his chest. "Don't be mean."

"I'm not." He buried his face in my neck. "Didn't say I didn't like it." He bit my neck and licked it. "I love how loud you are, just not when other people are around." He got out of bed.

I crawled over to him. "I can fix that." I placed my hands on his shoulders and sat him down. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pressed myself close. "Please baby. Right now." I ran my hands up and down his abdomen. He was so well built; it turned me on. "You can't den me, not here, not now."

"Baby." He turned around and pushed me down on the bed. He quickly went for my body, but then stopped himself. "Baby, we can't do this now. I really don't want my parents to know. Just wait until the honey moon, we can have all the sex we want." He took in a deep breath. "Man, you're turning into a god damned sexy animal. That'll be great in the bedroom down in California."

"Mmmm."

Jacob got off of me and quickly put on his boxers and ran a hand through his hair. "Put your clothes on, and meet me outside for breakfast." He threw on a shirt. "Please."

"Jacob."

"Jenica," he warned. "I can't do this. Not now, with my family awake and in the other room."

"Jacob… you told me before you would do anything for me, that you were built to do everything for me. Please."

"You have no idea how much self control this is taking, but if Billy or Rebecca or Rachel walk in I wouldn't forgive myself." He ran another hand through his hair. "Seriously, get dressed please, and come out. I'll take you out soon, and then we can have sex, alright?"
"Okay," I whispered, getting up.

"Sorry baby." He took me in his arms and held me close. "I really want to, but seriously. Your father-in-law is in the other room."

I nodded. "Okay. I'll be out in a few seconds."

With that Jacob left and went to greet his family. I quickly put on my underwear, a pair of shorts, and a loose top. It took me only two minutes after Jacob left to get out there.

"Morning Jenica!" Rachel greeted. She got up from her spot on the couch and gave me a huge hug. "How did you sleep?"

"Great," I yawned. "What about you?"

"Perfect."

"I'm making pancakes!" Rebecca called from the kitchen. "And I've made some coffee! Do you want some?"

"Yes please," I called back. "I'll get myself a cup."

"So, Jenica, we were thinking… well Amy told us that the bride's maids' dresses were ready, and we were wondering if you wanted to come with us to try them on," Rachel offered. "We can have lunch; the store in Port Angeles is so beautiful. Amy wants your opinion too."

"Is Kim coming?" I asked.

Rachel nodded. "Yeah, she is. Leah, Bella, Rosalie, and Alice are coming too."

"Okay," I replied. "That sounds good. I'll be ready soon."

"Good, we're leaving in anhour," she assured me. "You can eat and have a shower. Pancakes are almost finished."

"Thanks so much for breakfast," I told Rebecca. "That's really thoughtful of you."
"It's my pleasure, Jen. Come get it."
For the first time Billy greeted me. He put his hand on my back and rubbed it. "Good morning Jenica."
"Morning Billy," I replied. "How are you?"

He rolled up to the table. "I'm doing good."

Rebecca served us breakfast quickly so she could eat herself. I grabbed the syrup and drowned my pancakes.

"Geez, baby," Jacob laughed. "You want some pancakes with your syrup?"

I blushed.

"Leave her alone, Jacob," Rachel hit his shoulder. "She's your fiancée, and you're supposed to be supportive of her."
"I'm just teasing," Jacob defended. "Gosh, don't have a cow."

"You need to do some things too today," Rebecca spoke up, "for the wedding. You need to talk to Sam."
"Oh joy," Jacob rolled his eyes. "I'd love to do that."

"What do the bride's made dresses look like?" I muttered.

Rachel's eyes widened. "You don't know?"

"Jenica isn't the main planner in this wedding," Jacob defended. "She left that to Amy."
"Oh, well, you'll have to wait to see them." She smiled. "They're too gorgeous to explain."

"Claire's coming too; I almost forgot," Rebecca added. "She has to try on her flower girl dress."

"And I think your dress is ready too," Rachel added. "You'll like it."

"Yeah, so go get ready." Rebecca stood up. "We're leaving soon."

Dress shopping would be no less than extremely awkward.