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Not gonna lie, I don't like this chapter. Like I said, writers block has taken over my life. It hides in my dreams. It lurks around every corner. eeeeep! *ahem* sorry. A little frustrated, I am.
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"Hello, Welcome to La Push Community Hospital, how can I help you?" The ancient lady behind the desk smiled at us.

"Well, we have a broken ankle here. And we're pretty sure we'd like a little treatment!" Leah's sarcasm rang throughout the waiting room, turning heads. I tried to hold in my laughter, but couldn't help cracking a smile. The lady, offended, wrote a few things down and told us to take a seat. We chose a couch in the corner, far away from the other impatient injured people.

"Bella, did you and Quil get into a fight?" I shook my head.

"He called to check on me, and I told him about my fall down the stairs. He told me he would be there in 5 minutes. Then he told me he loved me."

"Did you say it back?"
"Leah, I'm engaged to the man. Yes, I said it back!"
"Did you hesitate?" She picked up a magazine nonchalantly, as if she had these conversations regularly.

"Maybe…" I thought back. I had. Could he be mad about that? I hope to God he wasn't.

"Oh, Bella. Sometimes I worry about you…you and your inexperience with what ticks guys off."

"Um, Leah," I turned my body to face her, "If I do recall, I'M the one that's engaged. Not you!"

"And If I recall, Bella," She pushed my hair out of my face, "YOU are the one with boy troubles, not me." She smiled and continued to read her magazine. I slumped in my seat and rested my head on the cold, hard wood of the couch frame. I wanted something warm, I wanted my fiancé. But I hoped, deep down in my heart, that it wasn't just someone similar to my fiancé that I wanted. For some reason, I hoped I didn't want Jacob Black.

By the time I was seen by the doctor, Emily was just ready to have the baby. The doctor was telling her to push, but she was struggling. She was in immense pain and wanted her girlfriends there. Once I heard this, I hobbled as fast as I humanly could, on crutches with a cast on my ankle, to her room. Leah was power walking beside me. Before we even entered the room, we heard Emily scream. It was agonizing to hear her usual calm voice transform into that of pain and strain. The only other people in there were the doctor, a nurse, Sam and Rachel.

"BELLA! LEAH!" She wailed when I reached her bedside. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" She grabbed Leah's and squeezed as she scolded us.

"Well, as you can see," Leah stayed very at ease, "Bella had a little accident." She motioned towards my crutches and Emily cracked a smile. Same laughed, listening in. He walked over and placed a comforting hand on Em's shoulder, just as Quil had done to me earlier. He bent down and kissed her forehead gently, taking advantage of the time when the contractions were at rest. But of course, that wasn't long. We were lucky to get any time in between the doctors orders and Emily's pain.
But throughout the next hour, somehow we managed to add a new member to the pack. Little Sam Jr. was born a healthy baby boy. Sam directed me to go tell the pack in the waiting room the good news. The second I walked into the waiting room, Embry, Paul, Seth, Colin, Brady, and Jared all burst into a chorus of booming laughter. Quil, who had been looking out the window, came to my side.

"God, Bella," He placed his hands on my waist gently and kissed me lightly. His soft movements were an unusual change to his usual bold, loving ones. "What am I going to do with you?" He smiled, and I sighed in relief. He didn't seem to be angry or bothered anymore, which was a good sign. I didn't want him to be. Yet there was something in his expression that hinted something was on his mind.

"Marry me?" I suggested. He laughed again and touched my left hand.

"I was planning on it." He said quietly and turned to the still laughing pack behind him. "What's so funny, guys?"

"Bella!" They roared in unison, and began another fit of laughter. I couldn't help if I was the clumsiest person on the planet.

"Well if you guys were planning on focusing on the REAL reason we're here anytime soon, I was instructed to tell you that Emily had her baby!" With this, everyone ran through the doors I had just come out of. I laughed at the sight of a crowd of massive men racing down the hallway to greet the new parents.

Quil had stayed beside me. I sighed and leaned into him, letting him be my crutch for a moment. He turned and wrapped his arms around me. The feeling was so familiar. The warmth of his sculpted chest, the sound of his swift heart, the way we melted together. I wanted him to be my one and only so much.

"Bella, nothing is changed, right?" He pulled away and looked into my eyes. His face had fallen, and my heart twisted in my chest. He looked worried, but his eyes showed struggle.

"Nothing is changed, Quil. Nothing." And in the back of my mind, I legitimately hoped that this wasn't a bold faced lie.

JPOV

I watched her leave. Her toned and tanned legs led her far away from me, and I didn't follow her. My heart ached. I wanted Bella. I needed her. But I was stupid to think that two years after my disappearance, she would be ready to start where we left off. I should have expected her to move on. After all, I had tried to move on also. If you could even call it moving on. And I had just point blank admitted it to her on accident. But she didn't know the whole story.

Allie wasn't "Allie" to me. She was kind of like a makeshift Bella. She had long brunette hair that hung between her shoulder blades just like Bella's had. She had milky, porcelain skin that glowed after a day in the sun. I missed Bella so much, that I had to find a way to express my feelings for her, but not to her. So I found Allie. And she never thought that she was simply a replacement. Allie and I were never official. She started off as a one night stand. Something to express bottled up passion that I could never give to Bella.

After that it became a habit. Allie and I were intimate, you could say. She thought I loved her. I told her so. I was a liar and a hypocrite. Yet I couldn't stop. In my mind, it was ok to use Allie and treat her like Bella. That was until it slipped, just like it had with the real Bella a little while ago.

"What do you mean, Jacob?" Allie had stopped moving and stared at me.

"I mean, I'm leaving. Going back home." She reached out for me, but I backed up.

"I thought we actually meant something to you! I thought you loved me!" I kept a flat expression and exhaled. She could be so cliché.

"Allie, we were never anything." She began to cry. Oh, God, she cried so damn much. Cried every time I acted like I didn't like her. But it was funny, because I didn't like her. Not at all. She was just a habit, an addiction that acted as a release for me.

"I hate you!" She screamed as she tore through her apartment. She was angry. Should I expect anything less? Then she stopped, like an epiphany hit her smack in the face. "Is there someone else?" She accused me. Suddenly, I was also furious. She actually had figured it out.

"Yeah, Allie. There is. There always has been! This whole time!" And with that, I left. I didn't even say goodbye to my newfound father figure. I still hated myself for that.

And now there was nothing I could do. Bella had moved on, for real. I was left with nothing. But I had to win her back. The wedding was probably months away, leaving me with a chance to fight for her. Show her who she really needed to be with. However, this plan also made me a wedding crasher, and half the pack would hate me. Hell, they already hate me. Hate me for leaving, hate me for coming back. But the sad thing is, I hate myself, too.

Ok, so I guess the only part I really didn't like was Jacob's. I feel like a totally jacked up the Allie situation. It could have been better. I suck :P But I keep trying!