A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who has read and reviewed my story! I'm so glad that you like it. I'm really enjoying writing it.

Big thanks need to go out to my betas, Saluki and mybrandofheroin. They are the best and without them, this story would be full of grammar issues and comma splices. YAY for no comma splices!

Also big smooches to my husband who watches our kids so I can write.

Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight, I own two kids and a huge crush on a very hot 17 year old boy.

Chapter 7-Jacob's POV

I was in heaven. Bella loved me, I loved her, and all was right with the world.

Save for some shitty crushed bones, I'd say the day was ending up all right.

She hadn't told the bloodsucker yet though. I was nervous about that. What if she went to tell him and lost all her resolve, just to tell me again that she didn't love me? I wouldn't be able to stand it.

Well, I couldn't stand anyway, but you get the point.

So I worked dirty. I kissed her so she wouldn't be able to think about anyone else besides me. By the time that she left, she had stars in her eyes, and I was a little concerned about her trying to drive home, drunk from my kissing skill.

And I was stoned from these painkillers.

Right after Bella left, I fell asleep for a little while, waking up when Paul sat down on my bed and started flicking my ear.

"What the fuck, Paul?" I groaned.

"Paul, leave him alone," Emily's voice chided. She came into the bedroom, carrying a big plate of food. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, four biscuits…yum. I sat up as best as I could. Most of the bones in my chest and abdomen were still healing, but my arm was better, it was just aching now. Emily handed me the plate, and I dug in.

"Thanks, Emily," I said with my mouth full. She laughed.

"You're welcome, Jacob." Sam came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked me.

"Better."

"Billy tells me you had a visitor."

"Yeah."

"What? Who?" Emily and Paul asked at the same time.

"It seems as if Bella might think she has chosen the wrong monster," Sam said, a grimace on his face. The smile that had come over my face disappeared.

"The leech isn't good enough for her anymore?" Paul asked. I grabbed the closest thing to me, which happened to be the lamp, and heaved it at his head. He caught it.

"Terrible job, Jake."

"I was throwing with my left hand."

"I'll give you that," he said with a chuckle, setting the lamp back on the table, plugging it in, and then heading to find my sister Rachel, with whom he had imprinted with the week before.

"Jacob, are you sure that Bella is the right one for you?" Emily asked with concern in her voice.

"Of course. She's the one for me." I finished the food, nibbling the small bits of chicken off the bone. Emily smacked my head and took the plate into the kitchen.

"For what it's worth, I'm really nervous about this. Bella is engaged to the bloodsucker. She has done this to you before, and it almost killed you," Sam said, placing his hand on my left shoulder. I hung my head. He was gently reminding me of when I thought I had her, but she slipped through my fingers into the waiting arms of Edward. He was right. It really had almost killed me.

"She told me that she loves me. That she wants to be with me," I protested, feeling my heavy heart in my chest.

"I hope that she means it this time. I can't stand to have you hurting. Your pain is my pain, you know that."

"I know." I hung my head. Sam straightened up.

"I'm expecting you to be completely healed in two days or so. If you need any more time off, that's okay, we can figure a way to make it work."

"I should be okay," I said, fighting a yawn. "Shit, I am so tired. I can't seem to stay awake."

"Jacob, if you're tired, go to sleep," Emily commanded from the doorway.

"What kind of medicine is this?" I asked, feeling fuzzy. Sam looked at the label and laughed.

"Horse pain killers." Great, I thought, closing my eyes.

When I woke back up, the sky was dark, as was my room. I clicked on the table lamp I had thrown at Paul. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was after nine o'clock. Gingerly, I poked and prodded at my body. My chest was still aching, and my leg was on fire. My forearm was completely healed, but my shoulder was still pretty bad. Rolling over as best as I could, I picked up the phone on my bedside table and dialed the Swan's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Charlie," I said.

"Oh, hey Jake. How are you feeling?"

"Like I got into a motorcycle accident," I laughed gently.

"Gotta be careful with that. Stop being so reckless. Bells needs someone who is going to be able to stick around."

"Oh. She told you?" This was news. I wouldn't have thought she would. Bella wasn't someone who would talk about her emotions and stuff.

"Yeah. Congratulations, Jake," he said, the smile evident in his voice.

"Uh, thanks. So, is Bella around?"

"Oh, no. She went over to see Cullen. She told me she had to talk to him, to tell him about you guys. Then he showed up on our doorstep. I thought that they'd just stay here and talk, but Bella still went over there. She told me she wouldn't be more than an hour and a half, and I'm expecting that she'll be back any time now."

"Oh, okay. Will you have her call me when she gets home?"

"Sure, Jake. Talk at you later."

"Bye," I said, hanging the phone up on the receiver. Grabbing the newest Car and Driver magazine that Quil had left me, I tried to read and not watch the time go by. I started to worry when it had been over thirty minutes since I had talked to Charlie. What if the bloodsucker had hurt her? I had started trying to figure out how I could get up and try to get to her with these casts on. Could I phase?

In the distance, I heard a familiar roar.

I wasn't sure whether to be happy or nervous. Was she coming back to tell me that she had changed her mind? That she had made a mistake, that the leech was the one she wanted to be with? Or was she coming back just to be with me? If I could have gotten up to pace, I would have.

Instead, I was trapped in my bed.

As the truck pulled into the driveway, I steeled myself. I could get through this if she had decided that she was better off with him. She hurried up the steps, and then let herself in while knocking. My dad must be at the Clearwaters or something, because there was no sound coming from the front of the house.

"Jacob?" she called, heading down the hallway, and opening the door.

There she was. She stood there for a couple of seconds, looking at me while I watched her. With a half-strangled sob, she crossed the room in one bound (surprisingly graceful) and threw herself into my waiting arms.

I stroked her hair as she cried into my shoulder. So this was it. She was leaving me.

"Bells?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Sorry?"

"I can't help it," she said, burying her head into my neck.

"Can't help what?"

"Can't help crying."

"What are you crying about?"

"His face. He was devastated. It hurts me so much to see him in pain like this. It is a reminder of what your face looked like when I told you in the woods that I was going to be with Edward." She sobbed. Wait. It sounded like…

"So, you're really going to stay with me? He didn't change your mind?"

"Yes, Jake. I'm going to stay with you. No one can change my mind now." She leaned into me and kissed me, softly at first, then it grew in intensity. She ran her tongue across my lips and granted me access to her open mouth. I explored her mouth, and she explored mine. I moved my hands from her hair to the small of her back, running my hands under the hem of her shirt. Her fingers explored the muscles of my back, and I inched my hands up her shirt, flicking the buttons on her shirt open, exposing her bra.

She gasped as my fingers traced over the edges of the blue and purple striped cotton. I paused, not sure if she was okay with this. She opened her eyes and stared into mine.

That's when it happened.

I forgot everything. I forgot the bloodsucker, his family, the pack, my family. No one else, nothing else mattered anymore, only this beautiful woman in front of me. My whole earth started quaking as the realization hit that all along, it had been Bella. She was my imprint; she was the person who was my other half, my true soul mate in all essences of the word.

Her eyes widened as the feeling seemed to hit her too. She continued to stare at me as if she had never seen me before. Perhaps I hadn't ever really seen her before. Never like this. She was perfect in every way.

"Bella," I said, softly, raising my hand to the side of her face.

"Jacob," she returned with wonderment in her voice.

"I love you," was all I could think to say.

"And I love you," she replied, then leaned in to kiss me again. That kiss was heaven on earth.

Bella was mine, and all was right with the world. I hugged her to me, reveling in the fact that I had been right all along, and Bella and I were truly meant to be.

"We imprinted," I said, feeling smug. Take that, everyone who doubted us!

"We did," she agreed, snuggling up to me.

We laid there staring at each other with silly smiles on our faces. Was this the way that Paul felt about my sister? I knew that Sam felt close to this, but I didn't think that anyone could actually feel the same way about their imprint as I did about Bella. The history we have and the things that we've been through together recently surely strengthened our bond.

The phone rang next to Bella's head. She groaned, voicing my displeasure as well. I sighed and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Jake?"

"Oh, hey Charlie," I returned.

"Hey, is Bella there? She called me earlier and told me she was going to be later than expected, but I didn't know if she was with you or Edward," he said, sounding a little nervous.

"Yeah, she's here. Hold on," I said, placing the phone in Bella's outstretched hand.

"Hello?" she answered, a little anxiously. I ran my fingers over the pale skin of her stomach. She shivered then pushed my hands away.

"I'll leave here in just a few minutes. I should be home in about a half hour." Only a couple of minutes? I felt a pout coming on. Seriously? I was turning into a fucking girl because of Bella. "Okay, bye," she said, hanging up the phone and handing it to me. I stretched over her to put it back. She sighed and flipped on her back. I grinned at the sight of her shirt falling open. I took advantage of her obliviousness and moved my fingers back to her stomach.

"How am I supposed to leave you now?" she asked, suddenly paying close attention to my fingers walking up past her belly button.

"We have forever," I said. She smiled at that.

"True." she stood up. I watched as she buttoned up her shirt. Who knew that buttons being done could cause physical pain?

"Can you come back tomorrow?" I asked her.

"Of course. I'll be up after breakfast." she said, stooping over the bed to kiss me. As she turned, I shot my hand out to grab her arm.

"I love you, Bells," I said, wondering if I'd ever grow tired of telling her.

"I love you, Jake," she said with a wide smile, then walked out the door. It was painful to watch her leave. It was like half of me had been wrenched away from me. I reached for the pain pills on my nightstand and swallowed one dry since I didn't have a bottle of water.

I had always known that Bella and I would be together. It was meant to be. I was just pleased that she had finally recognized it too and was no longer trying to fight it.

"Jake?" I heard my dad's voice ring out.

"In here!" I shouted back. His wheelchair squeaked down the hall.

"Good, you're awake. How are you doing?"

"Fantastic," I said, a wide grin coming over my face.

"What's going on?" he asked, a curious expression on his face.

"Bella came over," I said, unable to hide my happiness.

"Again?" he asked.

"Yeah. She broke up with the leech."

"She did?" he repeated, sounding incredulous. What was with the skepticism? Was it so fucking surprising that she'd want to be with me?

"Yes," I replied tersely.

"And?" Billy said to me, knowing that something was coming.

"We imprinted," I said with the smile coming back on my face.

"You did?" Again, with the incredulous tone of voice. What was up with that?

"Yeah," I said, trying to figure out his expression, but the medicine was beginning to show the effects and my mind was becoming foggy.

"Good for you," he said, then turned out of the room, leaving me to wonder why he wasn't more excited about the thing that he and Charlie had been hoping for almost all our lives finally happening. I couldn't think about it for long before the painkillers took over all consciousness thought.

A/N: So what do you think? Do you like Jake's POV? I do. Why do you think Billy is acting strange? Hmmmm.

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