A month had passed since the fight and life was finally getting back to normal. Jacob had signed up for online high school courses for the following school year and we were talking about possibly buying the house that was up for sale and sat halfway between Emily and Billy's house. Right now life had us relaxing in Jacob's shed looking at the first ultrasound images of our baby. Jacob looked at them weirdly, turning them every which-way. "Does our baby really look like an alien?"

"He doesn't look like an alien!" I huffed.

We had gotten our first ultrasound to get a more accurate idea of how far along I was and to talk about what kind of tests were available to check for problems. Jacob was over the moon that I was pregnant, but he had a hard time believing that our baby currently looked like a cross between a baby and an alien. "How can you tell it's a boy?" Jacob brought the image closer to his face, trying to see if he could tell.

"I can't, but I don't want to call the baby 'it'—plus I want a little boy," I said, looking down at my belly; when I wore a tight, form-fitting shirt you could see the belly forming. According to my doctor I was just a few days short of being ten weeks along. I still hadn't felt the baby move yet and had been worried about this, but the doctor had assured me it was normal, and women usually didn't start to feel the baby move until they were around sixteen to twenty weeks pregnant.

Jacob smiled as he placed his large hand on my belly even though he knew he wouldn't feel anything; just knowing that was where his son or daughter lay growing made his heart swell. He looked from my belly to my eyes and smiled before giving me a kiss. We were interrupted by the sound of Billy clearing his throat.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked.

I smiled. "No, I was just trying to explain to your son that our baby does not look like an alien."

"Oh, and how is that going?" Billy asked.

"I'm winning, of course." I smiled.

"That's my girl," Billy laughed.

"Was there something you needed, Dad?" Jacob asked, looking over at his dad.

"This just came in the mail," Billy said, holding out a fancy envelope.

I stood up and walked over to take the envelope from him. "Emily wanted me to let you know you're invited over for dinner. She's making pot roast," I said, suddenly remembering about her message.

Billy smiled as he placed a hand on my belly and gave it a soft rub. "Thank you. I'll be sure to be there."

I smiled and turned to Jacob as I opened the envelope. It was a invitation to Edward and Bella's wedding. With it was the note from Edward saying how he was breaking the rules by sending the invitation to the two of us, but if our roles had been reversed he would have wanted the option himself—and there was the fact that Jacob was Bella's best friend. I looked up at Jacob and saw the anger written on his face.

"You can burn that," he said.

"Jacob, I know how much you hate the idea of those two together, but you should go. You're her best friend, and this will be one of the biggest days of her life, one she'll remember for years down the road, and being her best friend, you should be there to support her. You don't have to agree with it, but you can still support her," I explained, crossing my arms and looking at him.

"I can't believe what you're saying. You hate Bella," Jacob said as he stood up.

"No, I don't. I hate how she acts and how she strung you around," I replied.

Jacob made a noise that sounded like a cross between a sigh and a growl as he ran his fingers through his hair and started to pace. "I don't know, Natalie," he said stubbornly.

"Jacob Black, do you want to have it on your conscience knowing your best friend will look back on that day and remember how her best friend in the world—the one person she loves more than Edward—wasn't there to support her?" I argued.

"Edward admits he was breaking the rules, so she obviously doesn't want me there," Jacob countered.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Men could be so thick sometimes. "Do you really know nothing about girls, Jacob? She told Edward not to invite you because she knows it will be painful for you and she doesn't want to put you through that."

"It's not that I don't know anything about girls, it's that you guys can't make up your mind. You say one thing and you don't even mean what you're saying," Jacob said, frustrated.

"Jacob, listen to me." I walked over to him and placed my hand on his cheek. "Trust me, she wants nothing more than for you to be there standing in the crowd, supporting her, and if you do that you know I'm going to be right there by your side supporting you. I really think you'll both regret it if you don't go to this wedding."

Jacob sighed in defeat. "Am I ever going to win an argument with you?"

"No, because you love me and don't want to see me hurt or angry," I said with a smile.

Jacob chuckled and swooped me up in his arms, spinning around as he kissed me. He pulled away and looked into my eyes again. Every time he looked into my eyes it was like he was seeing them for the first time all over again. "You are one amazing woman, Natalie. How did I get so lucky?"

"I don't know, Jacob, but that doesn't really matter, now does it?" I replied. "You do know what this means, though, right?" I said, holding up the invitation.

"What?" Jacob asked suspiciously.

"You're taking me out dress shopping tomorrow. I don't have a single dress that will fit my belly," I said ruefully.

Jacob laughed and sat me down. "Why do I have a feeling we won't be just shopping for a dress? Shoes and jewelry will be involved as well, I just know it."

"That's a given. Whenever you buy a new dress you need to buy new shoes and jewelry to go with it," I said reasonably.

Jacob just shook his head a little before kissing my forehead. "Come on, let's get you home so you can rest some before everyone shows up for dinner and bombards you with questions about the baby."

I took Jacob's hand in mine and we walked out of his shed and headed back to Emily's. We had come a long way over come many things but as they say a journey's end is only the begging.

A/N: Okay this is the last chapter for never going to be alone I know it was short but I thought it was a good enough length for this. The following and final part of the story will be called A Journey's End