Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the wonderful world of Twilight along with the characters. I just love to use them.
A/N: Oh my goodness. This outtake is 5,971 words and 15 pages long. Oh sweet mama. This outtake is in Jake's POV from Flat Tire (Outtake #1) and Can't Stay Away (Outtake #2). I tried to write in his POV as best as I could. He may be slightly OCC. Leah and Seth make an appearance, woo! I was going to write a bit more and make it 16 or 17 pages, but I'm exhausted. I was literally falling asleep writing the last few sentences. I just wanted to post this up as quick as possible. Any mistakes are my own. I went back to read what I had earlier before finishing it up so sorry if there are any mistakes. Enjoy! :D
My phone rang as I sped towards my garage, Black's Auto, and I rolled my eyes at who was calling. Knowing I'd regret doing so, I answered.
"What about Sharon from accounting?" Leah questioned before I'd even said hello.
"Why hello, Leah, I'm doing fine. How about you?" I shot back, sarcastically, and smirked as I heard her mutter obscenities over the line.
"Yeah, yeah, asshole." Never let it be known that Leah didn't give as good as she got. I laughed and heard her continue as if nothing had occurred, "Anyway, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted... what do you say? I'll set it up with Sharon on Friday at the Italian restaurant -"
Almost choking on my spit, I knew I had to step on the brakes or else she'd have me married to this girl – was it Sharol or Sharon? - before I knew it.
"Leah!" I interrupted, loudly, making my voice heard above hers. "No more blind dates. I'm done." I pointed out, voice firm, before adding, "And definitely no dating employees!"
I could practically hear the eye roll she gave me.
"Fine." I won't lie, I shivered at her icy tone and even felt my balls attempt to hide by shooting up towards my body. "I just want what's best for you, but I guess you know best. Huh?"
I groaned at the guilt trip she was laying on thick.
"Leah, don't do that." I was about to add something more – what that was, I had no idea – when I saw a Jeep further up on the side of the road.
"Gotta go, LeeLee. There's a car on the side of the road and they may need assistance." I hurried to explain as I pulled up behind the Jeep. "See you at the garage." I hung up without waiting for her reply. I winced at what I'd done and knew she'd kick my ass for that alone.
I walked closer to the crouched figure near the front left tire of the Jeep and realized it was a woman in faded jeans, baggy t-shirt, and sexy-as-hell-boots. Her blonde hair had been pulled into a messy bun at the top of her head. I tried not to eye the creamy skin of her neck but it was proving to be difficult.
Banishing the thought away, I grinned and decided to see if she needed any help. Who needed Leah's matchmaking skills anyway? I got this.
"Hey there, do you need any help?"
I saw annoyance flash across the blonde woman's face before she broke concentration on the tire to look at me.
Oh shit... That's it, I'm a goner.
Her body was definitely something to look twice at but her face? The red, plump lips, the ocean blue eyes... Wow.
Apparently blondie was staring, unashamedly, back at me causing me to feel less guilty but it was now starting to become weird since she hadn't said anything yet.
Maybe she was surprised by my blatant perusal?
Nah. Blondie definitely looked like the type of woman, who'd bite back.
So did that mean she was going to chew me out for staring at her? She had no right to judge since she was doing the same to me. It'd be a little hypocritical.
Smirking and giving me another once over, she returned to fiddling with the jack.
"Does it look like I need any help?"
Feisty... I like that in a woman.
I quirked my lips, amused, "You don't ask for help often, do you?"
Blondie cocked an eyebrow, eyeing me as she did so. "Never asked for any help. Thanks for the offer, though."
Her tone made it clear she was dismissing me. Did I listen? Nope!
She was feisty and independent. Check and check. Hook, line, and sinker. I was screwed.
Realizing I hadn't introduced myself, I corrected my error as I crouched down beside her to help her by preparing the spare tire so she could place it on.
Who was this woman? She looked familiar, but I didn't know from where.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her study my hands and knew she could see the grease stains. Perhaps she was tying the pieces together and realizing I knew my fair share around cars but apparently, so did she.
Seriously, who was this woman? She was perfect. Feisty, independent, no-nonsense, and now, she knows her way around cars? Definitely a goner now.
"You're Jacob Black from Black's Auto, aren't you?"
Aw shit. I felt my face along with my ears redden at her sudden interruption of my thoughts.
I smiled, sheepishly, "That obvious, huh?"
Blondie sent an are-you-kidding-me look and rolled her eyes.
Geez, I hope her and Leah never meet or else they'd both tag team against me. The look along with the eye rolling reminded me too much of my childhood friend.
"I've seen you around and besides, I have to know my competition."
"Competition?" I murmured under my breath, confused.
What was she talking about?
"My only competition is Cullen's Garage."
Wait. Back the fuck up. Cullen's Garage. THAT's where I knew her from!
She reminded me of the owner: Rosalie Cullen.
Wait. A. Damn. Minute.
Twisting my head to take a long hard look at the woman crouched next to me. It hit me.
"Wait a minute! You're Rosalie Cullen!" I blurted, flabbergasted. I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. Holy shit.
So much for not needing Leah's matchmaking skills.
I just had to find my perfect woman in someone who was completely unavailable. She already had the ultimate commitment: marriage.
With a wink, she joked, "The one and only!"
The silence between us as we worked was comfortable. Surprisingly since we'd never worked together before. Usually it takes time to find a comfortable rhythm with someone new but it was different for the two of us.
I tried to catch a glimpse of her wedding ring when I realized she wasn't wearing it. I could see the mark the ring left on her wedding finger, though.
Maybe she was separated?
Would it be weird if I asked?
Rosalie huffed. "Well go on then. Ask away."
I blinked a couple of times, confused. Ask what? Oh geez, don't tell me she can read minds!
"What?" My mind supplied. Way to go, Jake.
Making a get-on-with-it gesture with her hand, she replied, "You seem like you want to ask me something so ask away."
I decided to take the plunge and ask about her marriage.
Tentatively, I broached the subject while avoiding eye contact.
"You're married to Emmett Cullen, right?" At least that's who I believed was her husband. I knew there were two Cullen boys and one Cullen girl born to the elder Cullens.
I saw Rosalie freeze at my question. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. She'd definitely take a bite out of me now. After a few moments of silence, I saw a change in her demeanor even though her shoulders continued to stay tense.
She bit her lip and answered in the affirmative.
Before I knew it, I'd blurted out (again, damn you filter!)
"What's the story behind that?"
I'd never seen her turn around so quickly. I could've sworn I heard her neck crack.
She had a deer in the headlights look.
"Story behind what?"
I wiped my hands as clean as I could with a rag I had found in the back pocket of my jeans as Rosalie finished placing the spare tire on the Jeep.
Due to her reaction, I decided to forego the marriage question. I'd find out somehow. If I were to continue with my line of questioning then I'm sure she'd become sick at some point.
"I mean, what's the story behind the garage. You're running it, right?"
Hopefully she wouldn't notice I changed the subject from her marriage to the eldest Cullen kid to the history of her garage.
Oh shit. Maybe I made another mistake if her narrowed gaze was any indication.
Should've just left when I had the chance.
"Yeah, I run the garage." It was casually said but there was a warning of some sort coating her words. I had to tread carefully. I definitely didn't want to set her off. No matter how sexy she'd look if she was pissed off; I didn't want her pissed at me.
"I've always had a knack for cars and Emmett, my husband, bought a garage and gave it to me as a gift."
Killed two birds with one stone. I got my answer from earlier. She was married to the eldest Cullen and I also got a bit of history from the garage.
I whistled when I realized what she'd also said, "Some gift."
He must really love her if he was willing to open a garage when it had nothing to do with his company, Cullen Industries.
Her signature smirk graced her gorgeous lips as she shrugged, "He's not into the mechanics of cars but he knows I am so that's the story."
She finished putting away the tools and I realized she was going to leave me hanging like that. Nah huh. No way.
Leaning against the Jeep, I shook my head. We were finally getting somewhere and she was going to leave me?
"No way, that can't be the whole story."
She was quiet while she wiped her hands clean.
Before I knew it, she was coming closer to me until she was up in my personal space. I could smell her perfume. I even realized, standing this close to her, how her eyes looked purple, even though I knew her eyes were ocean blue.
Alright so I had a tiny crush on her even before I actually met her in person today. Sue me. She was heaven personified.
"You want to hear the whole story?"
Her voice dropped an octave and had a husky tilt to it. Holy shit. Think non-sexy thoughts. Think non-sexy thoughts. I willed the overexcited part of my lower body to comply with what my brain was saying.
I nodded and felt the few loose strands, fallen from her bun, tickle the skin of my cheek.
I tried to hold in the shiver.
Oh fu—This woman was going to kill me!
Her lips brushed across the lobe of my ear as she whispered, husky voice and all, "You'll have to see me again to find out."
What the hell just happened?
Was I dreaming?
Did she seriously just proposition me?
I tried to make my jaw move as she moved further out of reach and entered the Jeep.
A wink was thrown my way.
Did this girl seriously not know what she was doing to me?!
After standing in the same place, dumbstruck, for a few more minutes.
Finally, finally! I seemed to snap out of it.
"What just happened?" I said, out loud, to no one.
She was going to be the death of me, I swear.
I continued to talk amongst myself under my breath as I checked my phone for any notifications.
I saw several missed calls from Seth and Leah along with two text messages from Seth.
I entered the car and decided to call him back.
"Jake! Hey man, I just wanted to call and say sorry about Leah but you know how she is." I could practically picture the grimace on Leah's younger brother and my other childhood friend's face. "She just wants you to be happy."
I sighed, "I know, Seth." I turned to the left at the light, almost nearing the garage. "She means well, I know that, you don't need to tell me."
"It's sweet of her to want me to be as happy as she is with Embry, man. Really." I was grateful. Eternally grateful. Leah was considered to be a bitter harpy, but people didn't know her like we – Seth, Embry, and I – did. She was loyal to a fault. She was definitely the person you wanted on your side for anything. "I need to find that sort of happiness on my own, ya know? She can schedule as many blind dates as she wants but none are really my type."
I heard Seth let out a deep breath and shuffling was heard in the background.
"Yeah, Jake, I get it." There was a pause before he continued, "Just go with this blind date – Sharon, right? - and that'll be it. I promise. I'll tell her to back off. I'll even recruit Embry, alright?"
I wrinkled my nose. Definitely not going to happen. I was serious about not dating employees. Hell to the no.
I worried my bottom lip, wondering if I should mention the encounter I just had with one Rosalie Cullen.
Eh, screw it.
"I met someone actually." Well, it was said and done now. No going back.
"What?!" I heard a voice in the background yell. There was a scuffle and I knew exactly who the voice was: Leah.
"Details, Jake. Details. Now." Leah's voice sounded over the line, demanding.
"It's new. No date has been sent." So what if I sounded defensive. Rosalie was married, but she started this... this... whatever this was.
"Jake," Leah warned and I winced, loudly. Just the thought of blondie being married and Leah finding out was causing my eye to twitch.
Definitely regretting saying anything to Seth now especially since I hadn't known Leah had been in such close proximity.
"I'm nearing the garage, I'll see you in there." I mentioned, hurriedly, and hung up. Groaning, I realized I'd done that twice – twice! - to Leah today alone. She was definitely going to go for my balls.
I pulled up to the garage and saw Leah waiting outside, arms crossed and foot tapping. Oh no. I swallowed and internally wished myself luck because I was going to need it.
~*J&R*~
It had been almost been a week since I had last seen Rosalie Cullen. I knew she'd technically left the ball in my court but after my talk with Leah and Seth last week, I wasn't sure if I should even make a move. She was married after all, my conscious and Leah wouldn't let me forget that not so little detail.
"So who's the mystery woman you have a not date with?" Leah casually asked once I'd stepped out of my baby, my Rabbit. I had barely taken one step onto the gravel and she was already sticking her nose in.
Ignoring Leah, I sidestepped her and walked into the garage. Waving to my employees, who were also my friends, I knew Leah would be hot on my heels.
"Jake! There's no use in ignoring me, you know."
And boy, did I know it.
After some prodding from Seth and downright demanding from Leah, I caved and told them about my encounter with Rosalie.
What I wasn't expecting was Leah's reaction. No that's a lie. I expected a reaction from her but not this type of reaction.
"What a little hussy!"
Both Seth and I stared at her in shock. She looked positively furious.
"How dare she tease you when she knows damn good and well that she's married?!" She hissed, lowly. She sounded dangerous. "What game is she playing at?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but Leah interrupted me.
"No, Jake. Don't defend her. She should've never done that." I wasn't going to defend Rosalie. Okay, maybe I was going to a little. I did agree with LeeLee, though. Rosalie was sending me mixed signals: teasing me knowing she was married was downright confusing and wrong.
I tried to mention how I thought she was right, but she just continued to talk.
Seth hadn't even had a turn yet.
"And don't you dare have a date or whatever with her. She's bad news. Stay far away from her, Jake." She warned, pointing her finger at me. "You hear me?" Her eyes narrowed as she poked me in the chest with said finger.
All I could do was nod, agreeing, and watched as she nodded herself and left.
I turned to Seth and quirked an eyebrow. Let's see what my other childhood friend had to say.
He shrugged, "She does have a point." I gave him a flat look, not impressed. I was expecting more than an agreement. "Though, she seems to be forgetting one thing."
Leah forgot to mention something? Now that's a shocker.
"She forgot that you were an adult and capable of making your own choices, Jake."
I blinked, surprised. I hadn't expected Seth to say that. I was prepared for more statements aligning with what his older sister said.
"So you're not going to dissuade me from making a move on Rosalie Cullen?"
I needed clarification to make sure I heard right. I'm pretty sure Leah knocked me on my ass and I was dreaming this conversation.
Seth chuckled, possibly at my expression.
"No, Jake." He shook his head, still amused, before placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing.
"You're an adult, man. Whatever you decide, I'll support you a hundred percent."
Warmth spread across my chest at Seth's declaration.
I pulled him into a hug, slapping him across the back and murmured my thanks.
Ever since the conversation between the three of us, Leah had taken to mutter warnings and threats under her breath whenever she was around me. I tried to tune her out as best as I could and thankfully, Seth was around more acting like a buffer between his sister and I.
"You should go see her, J."
I would never admit it out loud, but I did jump and let out a girlish scream when I realized I wasn't alone in the garage.
I heard chuckling behind me and turned around only to see Seth, the ass.
"Thanks for the heart attack, Seth. Really appreciate it." I said, grumpily, and ignored what he said a few minutes previous.
I heard him step closer before stopping a few feet away.
"You know you want to see her, Jake." And damn, he sounded smug. The ass. "Just go see her. I'm sure she's waiting for you, man. Can't leave a lady hanging like that."
Damn him. He knew exactly which buttons to push and what to say. It's not as if I hadn't been thinking of Rosalie waiting for me to show up everyday. It was all I could think about and the guilt was starting to become overwhelming.
I bit my bottom lip for a bit before taking a deep breath.
"You're right." I whispered and saw Seth raise both eyebrows.
"I have to see her. I can't stay away. No matter how much Leah wants me to."
Seth smiled, cheerfully.
"Great! Go get her man!"
I wonder who was more excited at the prospect: me or him?
If his enthusiasm was anything to go by then you'd expect him to be the one keeping a sexy blonde haired woman waiting.
I hurried to put on my leather jacket and I'm about ninety-five percent positive I heard Seth say he'd lock up before I left in a rush. Oh well. He had the keys so hopefully he does lock up on his way out.
I sped down the streets in my Harley all the way to Cullen's Garage. I wasn't even sure she'd still be there since it was late and she had closed a few hours earlier. If she was anything like I thought she was, then she'd be working on a car or two while trying to sort out her thoughts. Thoughts I placed in her head by waiting so damn long.
I pulled up and noticed there were a few lights still on but the sign said Closed on the door. I eyed the parking lot and saw the only car on the lot: a red Mercedes sports car.
Deciding to take the chance, I knocked on the door and waited. Nothing happened. I knocked once again and waited, again. Once more, nothing happened. I sighed, defeated. I'd obviously waited too damn long.
As I was turning away, I heard the voice I'd been longing to hear for almost a week.
"It's about damn time." Was that a slight Southern twang I heard? Huh. That was definitely something to dig deeper into.
I turned, quickly, back around and flashed my signature toothy grin at her.
"Better late than never, blondie."
~*J&R*~
The ringing of her cell phone cut through the comfortable silence.
That was all it took for my supposed fantasy to come crashing down.
Who else would be calling her at this hour if not her husband?
I had made it known that I knew who it was and thankfully, she didn't bother to lie about it. She confirmed my statement.
I thought the night was over. She was going to answer, make some excuse about where she was, and then take her leave.
Except that wasn't what happened.
She pondered over my question and while she was thinking, the call dropped. After a few moments of silence, she did the one thing I didn't think she'd ever do. Rose had turned off her phone.
"Does that answer your question?"
No words could describe how that one action made me feel. I wasn't even sure who had kissed who first, it could've been me or hell, it could've been her. It didn't matter. The kiss was all teeth, tongue... it was messy and sloppy as hell. It screamed desire. Our hands tried to make quick work of our clothing.
Somehow, my hands had wound up in her hair. And Jesus, did I love her luscious blonde waves. Apparently she loved the feeling of my hands in her hair if the loud moan she let out was any indication.
Unfortunately, I had to peel my hands away from her hair so I could lift her from the couch.
She giggled – cutest sound I'd ever heard in my life – and I knew I'd have to rectify that. Sucking her collarbone caused that giggle to turn into a groan. I smirked against her skin.
Did I mention she had creamy skin? Because sweet pie, she had the creamiest and softest skin known to mankind.
So much skin...
"Jake?" I jumped about a foot in the air when I heard Seth's voice over my right shoulder, causing me to drop the tool on my hand.
"Son of a bitch!" Shaking off the injury and hissing at the throbbing pain, I saw Seth biting his hand to cover the grin threatening to take over his face.
Narrowing my gaze at him, I flipped him off.
"You had that glassy look on your face so I figured you were thinking about Rosalie," He sang her name before adding, seriously, "Again."
I shrugged and flexed my hand, keeping my gaze on the floor.
"So what?" I dared to look up and yep, he was still wearing the you've-got-it-bad look on his face. "I don't see you teasing Embry for thinking about your sister."
Seth wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Ew. No thanks. I'd rather tease you."
I rolled my eyes, grinning as I did so.
Seth let out a quiet chuckle before fidgeting. Oh no, that could only mean one thing. He was nervous.
"So has she replied?"
I tried to keep my face blank, but I'm pretty sure I failed.
"Not yet," I avoided eye contact because I knew he'd have the look he always did when I gave that answer. He'd have the Oh-Jake look. It was basically the look of pity. And boy did I hate it.
I'd been texting Rose daily ever since our rendezvous a few days previous and had she replied? Nope. Not even once.
Hearing Leah's voice nearing the vehicle I was working on, I got back to work and watched Seth do the same. LeeLee had no idea I'd gone looking for Rose and she was never going to find out.
Though, I suspected she knew something was going on since she'd been shooting suspicious looks my way ever since Rose started to ignore my texts, which had been occurring since we'd exchanged numbers.
I tried to not look as distracted as I felt I was so Leah wouldn't stick her nose in business she had no place being in.
My thoughts continued to race as I went about replacing the brake fluid for one of my customers.
Was she ignoring me on purpose? I knew she couldn't always answer since she had the garage to run and duh, she was married. I'm sure Emmett would be pretty suspicious if her phone kept going off at all times of the day.
I sighed, internally, and decided to keep trying to get through to Rose. She probably was busy with the garage and her, you know, marriage and all.
Banishing all the thoughts of the blonde haired woman out of my mind, I decided to actually focus on my job before Leah really noticed something was up and said something.
I just had to be patient. I'm sure she'll reply soon.
~*J&R*~
Well, now I know why she wasn't replying.
Pictures of Rosalie dressed up to the nines in a red sparkly, split from the side dress along with Emmett in a classic black tuxedo circled the newspaper.
They posed several times for the cameras at the gala and those weren't the only pictures. Others seemed to have been taken when the power couple – as they were being called by the newspaper – hadn't realized they were being photographed.
They looked very much in love. Her husband wasn't the only one with hearts in his eyes. She had them, too.
I clenched the paper in my fist and tossed it aside.
She lied.
Well of course she lied!
How could I have been so stupid?
She probably was laughing about how pathetic I'd been.
I'd definitely stopped texting her now. She'd made herself clear. This was obviously all a game.
If I thought the looks of pity I was receiving from Seth were bad, now they were even worse.
What made this day even better – note the sarcasm – was how LeeLee had joined in. Apparently my expression to the entertainment section said it all.
She hadn't said 'I told you so', yet, but she definitely did squeeze my shoulder in comfort this morning during breakfast. Her and Seth had tag-teamed to check on me once they'd read the paper, bringing a variety of breakfast foods to soothe my heartbreak.
I heard a tentative knock at the door and groaned.
If it was Seth or Leah again, I'd probably-
Opening the door, I realized it wasn't either of them.
Speak of the devil and they shall appear.
Rosalie Cullen was standing at my doorstep.
"What are you doing here?"
She flinched at my harsh tone. Keeping my expression blank was tough. She deserved to hurt the way I was hurting. It was only fair, right?
Right?
She licked her lips and lifted her head to finally look into my eyes.
I gripped tight to the door to steady myself at the look of her remorseful blue eyes and her hurried appearance. I tried not to feel concerned or hopeful. I couldn't let myself do that.
Her eyes opened wide as she took in my appearance.
I knew I looked like shit. What else did she expect? I'd be having a party after what I saw? No way.
"Oh Jake.."
Setting my lips into a thin line, I straightened myself up. I didn't need her pity. If she even dared to try to pull the pity crap on me then she'd find the door in her face faster than she could blink.
"I'm sorry!" She hurried to apologize and explain her actions, "I shouldn't have ignored you. I shouldn't have done a lot of things."
I could feel my body loosening up with every word she emitted. My hand went slack against the door and I knew I wouldn't dare to close it on her now. Call me whipped but if she didn't care for me, she wouldn't be here.
"The pictures aren't real. Emmett and I are married in paper – only." She stressed out the last word. I opened the front door a bit more and took a few steps back.
"I should've come to you sooner. You're all I could think about."
I nodded to let her know it was safe to come in. Once she'd entered the room, I closed the door behind her.
Pacing around the living room, she continued, "You don't know how badly I wanted to reply." Her words sounded rushed and I knew it was a nervous tick of hers. "I couldn't stop thinking of that night and even though, it was amazing! I felt guilty. I didn't want to hurt Emmett. Hell, I still don't, but I can't stay away."
Shit, I knew she'd be sexy if she was pissed as hell, but I never expected her to look sexy when nervous.
I felt a stirring in the lower half of my body as she paced and rushed through her explanation. Now was definitely not the time for that.
I hadn't realized she was waiting for a reply from me until I heard her sigh.
"I understand it may be too late. I basically tossed you like trash and made you think it wasn't going to be just one night but –"
Nope. Definitely not letting her leave again. She may have hurt me, but I needed her.
I cut her off by attacking her pliant mouth with kisses. There was no fight for dominance this time.
As we neared the bedroom, I realized I was right from the first day I met her.
I was well and truly screwed.
She had me... hook, line, and sinker.
~*J&R*~
"Jake, come on. This is a serious conversation." Rose said, frowning, with a pucker between her brows.
I chuckled and smoothed out the small wrinkle.
"I'm listening, really!"
She shot me her signature uh-huh-I'm-so-sure look, fondly.
Snorting, she added "Be serious, okay?" She paused and waited for me to quiet down. After a few seconds, she continued with her supposed serious conversation.
"So we're in agreement then? This was just sex. No feelings were going to be involved. Just sex. Pure sex."
Keeping my expression neutral and serious, I nodded. I didn't only want sex with her but if this was the only way I could have Rose then I'd do anything.
She sighed in relief.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, "One more thing, if you happen to meet someone and want to stop this then we're stopping this."
Highly unlikely since the only person I want to be with is you, but okay.
I rolled my eyes.
"Promise me, Jake."
I couldn't resist her big, beautiful ocean eyes.
Just because I made the promise doesn't mean it would ever come true.
~*J&R*~
My feelings for Rosalie deepened even more. I never thought I'd ever love – yep, I said it – someone as much as I loved her.
She told me everything she could possibly tell me.
Her low chances at ever having a child naturally, even though her doctor was confident it could happen. I'd comforted her when the story became too much. It was a wound that ran deep and no words could ever replace the wish for working female anatomy. I reassured her as best as I could that she was still a woman, no matter the low chances for having a family naturally.
Since Rose and Emmett were having problems upon problems, the baby planning had been stalled. Rose didn't want to have a child with him when things were the way they were. There was no point or so she'd said.
She even mentioned how Emmett had tried, once again, to try and rekindle their intimacy in the bedroom. I wasn't happy about it and she knew since she'd squeezed my waist a little tighter when I tensed. What could I do, though? He was her husband. I was just the other man. Boy, wasn't that something. Never thought I'd be considered the other man.
For a good four months, I'd been have a recurring fantasy-slash-dream of Rose's belly swollen but not with his child... with my child. I wished for a family with her so badly.
That was all it could ever be, though. A fantasy. Nothing had changed and it seemed like nothing was going to change. She was still married – not to me – and divorce was nowhere in sight. Had I brought up divorce? No. I wasn't going to have her leave her husband for me. No way. It was one thing to be considered the other man but it was another to be pathetic and ask her to leave him.
If she wanted to, she could. I wouldn't need to ask. That was my thought process.
If I had known all it took was for me to say the three words every woman wants to hear then I would've said them sooner. In a matter of weeks, both of our lives were going to change and I don't think either of us were going to be ready for it.
A/N: So what did ya'll think? Did ya'll like his POV? How did ya'll like Leah and Seth? They'll be seen more in the sequel. I'm finishing up the other outtakes and writing chapter one for Road to Happiness. It's almost completed so yay! If you have any questions or need clarification on something, please let me know. I do reply back to any comments or messages. Remember to keep checking my profile. The list of outtakes is on there, the summary to the sequel for this story is on there, and if you're reading Needed to be Said then updates are on there, as well. Alright, I'm going to hit the hay. This pregnancy is no joke. I thought I'd have more energy since I'm in my second trimester now (YAY!) but nope. LOL Still feeling fatigue. Though that might be because my other kids are zapping any energy I do have along with the growing baby in my belly. Anyway, thanks so much for reading! :D