AN: Oooopppsssss! Repeat post! Damn! I'm sorry 'bout that! I know it's been a long time and I'm sorry I took so long. I'm on holiday now and I kinda caught the lazy syndrome. I'm trying to get back into the writing. Don't worry, though, it shouldn't take me too long!

Well, here's the next chapter. Enjoy.

Great Day.

The day after I accompanied Jacob to the airport he called me in the morning. He seemed a bit distant, even for a stranger, especially since he was the one who called me. He just asked whether I was okay and stuff like that but it didn't sound like he was one hundred percent with me, like he had something on his mind. I asked him what was wrong but he just told me that it was nothing and that he'd call me again. Later that night when I'd just come home from work he called again like he said he would. This time he was more alive and somewhat enthusiastic. I asked him if he'd had a good day and he said that he'd gotten really good news about something he hadn't been sure about. I didn't ask but I was just glad that he was in a better mood. From then on he called me every night for the next two weeks and it made me feel closer to him. He'd always remind me to tell him a week in advance whenever I had a doctor's appointment so that he could fly up and be there with me.

Friday morning I was feeling lazy and debating with myself on whether I could afford missing work that day. I'd forced myself out from under the covers but was thinking up all the really good reasons that I should just crawl back into bed and sleep another two hours. I mean, for one thing, morning sickness sucked ass and some of the things I usually liked for breakfast just didn't do it for me anymore. I'd ended up eating large bowls of Cocoa Pops every morning. I was really starting to throw my guts up every now and again and it annoyed the hell out of me. It was just luck that I was always either at home or at Angela's. I didn't really care whether she saw me throw up or not.

As I dressed myself, I also was reminded that my B cup bra were no longer sufficient to contain my suddenly C-cup breasts, so I could hardly wear any of my blouses without feeling completely exposed. I had a hard time fighting off the perves of this world at places like Wal-mart or the gas station. I started wearing jackets over the revealing tops, despite the fact that it was August.

The drive to work was awfully routine-like and by the time I stopped at the first red light, I was already completely bored. I knew, I just knew, that this was one of those Fridays where nothing really gets done. I could already feel the lazy atmosphere as I stepped out of the elevator and onto our floor. I made my way to my desk, which was a whole mess of papers and files but I kept it that way because it made me seem like I was very busy. So as I was supposedly type, type, typing away at a so-called story, I was actually sitting with the phone between my ear and shoulder, talking to Angela and randomly browsing the internet. She was going on and on about what a drag the day was and how she needed some entertainment.

"Speaking of entertainment, how's your . . ." she lowered her voice to a scandalous whisper on the other end, "baby daddy . . . ?"

I rolled my eyes even though she couldn't see me. I got bored of what I googled and went back to the Msn home page to find something new.

"He's fine, Angela. And he does call, like, every night, so we do talk quite often. It's weird, you know. But at the same time, it's really nice. Though, it would be even better if he was . . ."

And then something caught my attention on the screen. Jacob's name was in big, bold white letters against a black background of celebrity gossip. I scrolled down past Ashton Kutcher to see that there was a picture of him walking into a hospital, face grim behind a pair of shades. I clicked on the see more link and started to read the whole article.

What do you get when you mix a director and a hospital together? Why a hit series medical drama, of course. And though we love our ER and Grey's Anatomy, we doubt that gorgeous film director Jacob Black is planning on providing any new competition for Patrick Dempsey anytime soon. That not so happy-go-lucky facial expression tells us that some serious shit is going down in the land of sexy and we're just hoping that tall-dark-and-handsome is alright. We don't want to lose another top quality Hollywood personality. So cross your fingers, ladies, and keep good thoughts for the dreamy director. If we're lucky, all we have here is a routine appointment on a bad day.

The picture was taken that first morning that he'd called me, when he didn't seem to all that happy. Was there something wrong with him? He would have told me if it was serious, right? But when he called that night he sounded very joyful. I could actually hear him smiling. So what was the story? I tried to think of what could have happened that had him at the hospital that he wouldn't tell me about. I knew I wasn't his wife or girlfriend or anything but he did knock me up so I needed to know if something was wrong.

I hadn't realised that Angela was still blabbering on the phone and she hadn't realised that I'd become preoccupied. I let her go on as I closed the window on the computer and rubbed my temples to prevent the headache I could feel coming on. I took a moment to pull myself together before I got too worried and stressed myself. It's probably nothing, I thought and decided that I would speak to him tonight when he called. If I really wanted to know what was happening, it be best just to ask him.

"Hey, Bella!" Angela hissed into the phone and making me jump in my head as she pulled me out of my thoughts. "Big boss headed for your desk at two o'clock! Abort conversation! I repeat! Abort conversation!"

I laughed suddenly at my friend's melodramatic personality and dropped the phone before opening a half finished article on Microsoft Word that I'd abandoned because it was boring. Angela's antics reminded me why she was so important to me: she could always make me laugh when I was down.

Aro was at my desk then and asked me if I could follow him to his office in his very boss-like voice. As I walked across the not too large semi-open plan office floor, I could see Angela peeking out from the kitchen with wide eyes and fighting a grin. What did you do this time, she mouthed at me and I had to look away or I'd burst out laughing for no apparent reason.

When we reached Aro's office at the end of the floor he asked me to take a seat and he sat across from me with the serious boss face that went with the boss-like voice. There was no trace of Angela's humour left in me and I sat as still as a stone. "Do you know what this is about, Isabella?" he asked in his very slight Italian accent and I shook my head.

"No, sir." I felt like I was being questioned by the police, like everybody felt when they were in Aro's office. The last time Angela was here she told me she felt like she was in one of those interrogation rooms you see on Law and Order.

He nodded. "Isabella, I remember when you first joined us here at La Donna magazine, young and almost fresh out of college." I don't know what he meant by 'almost' because I applied for the job just three months after I graduated. "And since then you've written some really beautiful articles for me, better than I expected from a girl as inexperienced as you were when you started."

Okay, this started off alright. But he sounded like a school principle now, starting off with all the good things about the student before telling them what they've done wrong.

"And you are a very hard worker, Isabella, I see that in you articles and your dedication to your job. That's why I want to give you Tanya's three page space of the magazine."

I blinked a few times as I stared at my boss. Well, this wasn't what I was thinking about at all! I'd actually forgotten about the whole thing. And now I had three pages for an advice column!

"Are you serious?" I asked as if he was telling me to move to China.

" Yes, Isabella. And I've decided that you can use the space for your very own column. It doesn't have to be an advice column."

My eyes grew wide with wonder and awe and I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. So not only did I have three whole pages of magazine, I could do whatever I wanted with those three pages.

"Well, what do you say, Isabella?"

"Oh my god." Was what I said. And then "Oh My God!" I couldn't stop smiling and saying thank you a million times over and over while I shook his arm out of it's sockets. In my head I was still 'oh my god'ing while Aro told me that I had two weeks to prepare a new idea, if I had one , and all the other little things Tanya had left for whoever got her place. I had to calm down before I left the office because Aro would be announcing the news to the rest of the office tomorrow, but as I speed walked back to my office with a massive grin on my face, I could see Angela look at me with confused eyes. I knew she'd be over at my desk soon asking me what had happened, but it was lunch in a few minutes so I texted that we should go to the sandwich shop down the street and I'd tell her then.

As I'd expected, she totally freaked out on me and had the whole of Seattle staring as she started 'oh my god'ing out loud! "You see! I told you you were the perfect one for the job! Didn't I tell you, Bella!"

She did tell me but I believe more for support than anything else. She always told I could do stuff that I very well knew I couldn't. She once tried to encourage me to dance but I very well knew that for the safety of myself and the safety of those around me that the most movement I should take part in was a side-to-side two step.

So after work, Angela bought grape juice to toast with and she stayed a bit for dinner before she went back to her place.

So I showered and got ready for bed with a self satisfied smile permanently sitting on my face. For some reason, my smile broadened when my phone rang and Jacob was on the other end.

"Hey,"

"Hey," he repeated. "How are you?"

"Amazing! You'll never guess what happened at work today! You remember that three page space I told told you about?"I was practically yelling into the receiver and probably damaging his hearing.

"Yeah?"

"I got it! Can you believe it! I have three free pages, every month, with my name on them!" His enthusiasm for me was appropriate and it made me feel all warm on the inside as I ranted to him about everything. I was so excited to tell him about my day that I'd almost forgotten to ask about the hospital.

"So how are you," I asked, my tone changing suddenly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm perfect," he told me and I sighed.

I told him about the article I. Read this morning and he reassured me that it was just a regular check up. "Really, Bella, there's nothing to worry about. I'm alright."

I had no reason not to believe him and I didn't think he had a reason to lie. And so my worries were put to rest.

"I also have some news, though," he admitted and I wondered if it was good or bad. "I've decided to look for a place there in Seattle so that I can be closer to you."

Well damn if my heart didn't swell up to five times it's size at that moment! I knew that the only thing between us was a baby but that was the most romantic thing I'd ever heard! My emotions got to me and my lip quivered and my eyes watered. "Really?"

"Yeah," he said, sounding a little shy. "And I was wondering if, maybe, you would look with me. You know the place and I'll need some help."

A big fat tear rolled down my cheek as I 'awww'ed mentally. "Yeah. I'd love to help you look." I felt like I was living in a romance movie, I guess without the romance.

"Thanks. We'll talk more tomorrow, though. You need to get a lot of sleep! I'll call."

"Goodnight, then" I swooned with my face red as a pepper.

"Sweet dreams, Bella," and then he hung up.

That last line, that sounded so romantic too and I was practically drowning in my own happiness. To say that today was a good day would be a major understatement. He told me to have sweet dreams and I could almost be certain that I would dream of him tonight, if I could ever get over his words and fall the hell asleep. Our lives were brought together by a random twist of fate, a moment of passion that one night when we were drunk together. There was no love involve that nigh two and a half months ago and I understood that completely. But for a tiny split second, looking at the ceiling of my bedroom, I honestly felt I was momentarily in love with Jacob Black.

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