I woke up pretty early in the morning and lay awake, staring at the edge of Bella's desk next to me. I had heard Bella get up and go downstairs without a word. Either she was still mad at me, or she thought I was asleep. I hoped it was the latter.

I hated fighting with Bella. I loved her – she was my twin. My clumsy, crazy, shy twin. Maybe she was just having a really hard time taking it all in. One minute Jacob is her best friend, helping her get better, then next he is a wolf. They needed to be friends again, to at least try and get things back to how they were before. Not that anything could be how it was before.

My hand that had been laying on the mattress moved down to my abdomen. No one dared mention the miscarriage in conversation for fear of upsetting me. But I had hardly talked about it to anyone. Only Bella who, right now, wasn't talking to me.

Would I be able to talk to Jacob? Would he understand?

My mind thought 'yes, he would listen', though would that even make me feel better?

I sighed, turning onto my back and sitting up in bed. I didn't know.

Not bothering to get dressed, I walked downstairs in my pyjamas, noticing a white package on the table.

"Going to spend more time with Jacob today?" I heard Bella say, who was leaning against one of the kitchen counters with a bowl of cereal.

I groaned. "Yeah. I am. He's taking me to meet a friend of his." I saw my name on the package so without thinking I started to open it without looking at the sender's address.

"Well I hope you have a great day. I wouldn't mind being invited along too but whatever… I'll just do nothing."

I took the contents out of the package and instantly stopped listening to Bella. It was a book… from mom. The pregnancy book she sent. I thought it had been lost in the mail. I stared at it, not paying attention to Bella growing impatient from me ignoring her.

"What, you're not even going to talk to me now?" She said.

I dropped the book. It fell on the floor but I didn't stop to pick it up. I ran back up the stairs again.

"Amy? Amy!" Bella called after me.

I ignored her, heading straight for the bathroom and locking the door, resting my head against the wood. My throat ached badly. I tried to swallow, but it wouldn't go away.

"Amy?" I could hear Bella on the other side of the door. "Amy, God, I'm so sorry…" she said, sounding apologetic.

I didn't say anything, trying to take deep, calm breaths.

"I just miss Jacob so much. He's my only real friend."

Opening the door, I looked at her. Bella was frowning, her face angled towards the floor, looking up at me shyly with her brown eyes. She genuinely seemed sorry.

I swallowed. "You had me too, Bella." Not giving her time to respond, I pushed past her, going straight for our room. I had to get dressed and get out of there.

Glancing at the time, I speeded up. I was late. Very late. Thankfully Bella realised I didn't want to talk and left me alone. I was just running a brush through my hair when I heard someone knock on the door. Looking through the window I saw Jacob's car. Crap.

Of course, Bella was standing at the door when I reached downstairs.

"I'd like to come, but I don't know if it's a good idea…" I heard Bella say as I approached the door. Jacob was grinning at me, but his smile faded quickly when he saw me.

I smiled back as best I could. "Hey, Jacob. Couldn't let me have a lie in, huh? I need my beauty sleep."

He seemed uncertain, as if sensing something was wrong, but slowly smiled back. "You don't really need it."

Bella cleared her throat, reminding me she was still there.

"It's alright if Bella comes with us?" Jacob asked me. "I think it's a good idea."

I glanced at Bella, who was looking at me nervously, and nodded. "Yeah, why not. It will be like old times." I forced myself to smile.

"I don't have to, if you want some…" Bella took a breath. "Alone time."

"No, it's fine. Why wouldn't I be ok with you tagging along? Let's go." I walked past them both and headed for Jacob's car, not daring to look back. This was going to be horrible, but I would make myself get through it. I needed Bella and Jacob to be friends again – it was the only way. It wasn't as if Bella and I would be arguing forever. She did apologise.

During the drive, I sat in the front with Jacob, staring out the window so he wouldn't see my face when he glanced at me every few seconds. I could feel his eyes on me, but I kept my eyes fixed on the trees.

After a while I felt his hand on my leg, the warmth going right through my jeans, and he started moving his thumb, comfortingly. I wanted to cry. I wanted so much to just break down and tell him everything I was thinking while he held me in his warm arms. But Bella was in the back.

I breathed steadily, continuing to stare out the window, trying to ignore the pain in my throat. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, I repeated in my head over and over. Everything will be ok.

"Here we are." Jacob said, stopping the car. We were in a driveway next to an isolated house just inside the woods.

"Where are we?" asked Bella.

"This is Sam Uley's and Emily's place."

"Sam, as in the leader?" I finally spoke, staring at the house.

"Yeah," Jacob said, his eyes on me. "Emily's his imprint."

I bought my eyes to look at Jacob, at last. He stared back at me, concerned. "Are you ok?"

Bella got out of the car and shut the door.

"Later." I said, glancing at Bella, motioning to her slightly with my head.

Jacob eyes passed over to her for a second outside the car before returning his gaze to me and nodded.

I got out of the car and as soon as we were close enough he grabbed my hand, giving it a small squeeze. For a moment I looked down at his huge hand linked with mine, and then I tilted my head up. As we made eye contact I gave him a small smile, which he returned, softly. In a split second he made me feel like we were the only two people in the world.

Bella walked on the other side of Jacob, facing the house. It had a homely front porch with a bench out the front. The aroma of wood and pine needles was coming from all around us, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Inside the house was practically perfect. Small ornaments and decorations were dotted everywhere, in every corner. Wind chimes and dream catchers were scattered around, and the colours were all so warm. The house was cosy.

Immediately the smell of freshly baked muffins hit my nose. Yes, please!

"Hey." A woman appeared from around the corner. One side of her face was covered in three long scars, slightly dragging down the corner of her eye and mouth. Her face was framed by her long, straight, black hair, and despite the scars she still looked beautiful.

She smiled to me warmly. "You must be Amy?"

I nodded, smiling back. "And you're Emily, right?"

Emily grinned, heading around the kitchen island. "Yeah, the wolf girl. At least there's two of us now."

I laughed, watching as she took out some muffins from the oven. "Those smell amazing."

"You should come more often, I'm always baking something for the boys."

Jacob smirked. "She's one of the best cooks I've ever known."

She put down the muffins on the kitchen island and Jacob didn't hesitate in helping himself. Emily slapped his hand. "Ladies first." She scolded him.

He put on a puppy dog eyed look, which she ignored, looking towards Bella and I. "You two want a muffin?" she offered, politely.

I nodded eagerly. "Yes, please!"

Bella nodded shyly. "Thanks."

We both stepped across the room to the muffins.

"Careful, they're hot." Emily said.

I nodded, but bunt my thumb anyway. Pulling my hand back, I put my thumb in my mouth. Jacob smiled at me, amused.

"You girls must be sisters, right?"

Bella nodded. "Twins. I'm fourteen minutes older. I'm Bella."

"I thought so. I've heard a lot about you two."

Jacob had finished his muffin already. No fair. I was barely nibbling, trying not to burn my mouth.

"All good things?" I spoke.

She smiled. "All good things."

…

"So, what happened to her?" Bella asked as the tree of us walked down the beach. Jacob was walking in between us, while I was on the side of the ocean. I had taken my shoes off and left them in the car, enjoying the feel of the sand between my toes.

"Emily?" Jacob said.

"Yeah, how did she get those scars?"

Not that it was really any of our business, Jacob explained. I had to admit I was curious, too, however.

"She didn't take the imprinting thing well. Sam started asking her every day if they could be together, but she didn't want him." He paused. "And then one day, they were out in the woods, and they get into an argument. Long story short, he got mad and phased – Emily was too close."

I looked at my feet while we walked.

"Sam hates himself for what he did to her. He said to Emily 'Just tell me to kill myself, and I will.'"

"He really would have done that?" Bella said in a small voice. "If she said that?"

Jacob sighed. "That's how strong the bond is with imprinting. You'd do anything, be anything for her. Everything else comes second. Even the pack leader's orders."

I hardly said a word on the way back to the car, and on the ride home. Jacob pulled up outside the house. Bella said goodbye to him and didn't wait for me, marching to the front door.

I turned towards Jacob to see him staring at me.

"Are you going inside now?"

Suddenly, without hesitation, I put my hand on his arm. "Can we go somewhere?"

For a second he seemed surprised, but recovered quickly and nodded. "Sure, sure. Where do you want to go?"

I shook my head. "I don't care."

He didn't drive very far, only to his house. We got out the car and he took my hand, leading me to the woods. I wasn't sure where he was taking me at first, but it didn't really matter to me. Though it all became clear soon enough.

"Our spot." I said, smiling slightly to him.

Jacob grinned. "You said you didn't care."

I took the lead, walking over to the tree trunk and taking a seat with my left leg dangling while sitting on my right foot. I pulled him over and he had no choice to sit down in front of me.

"Kiss me." I commanded, quietly.

He obeyed, reaching up with one hand to touch my cheek. Leaning forwards, he closed his eyes, pressing his lips to mine, softly. I pressed towards him, going to wrap my arms around his neck. He moved his hand away from my face, so he could hold onto my waist.

As we broke the kiss, he took the moment to swiftly sweep his arm under my legs, and with one hand around my back, he placed me, easily, onto his lap. With my right arm around his neck I kissed him again.

Then Jacob pulled back, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "It's later."

I didn't reply, kissing him again.

"Amy." He pulled away, still holding me on his lap.

Finally I made eye contact with him, exhaling.

"You can talk to me," said Jacob. "About anything. I will always be around for you, Amy, you can always rely on me. Even if you just want to complain about the weather up in Forks." The light shone in his dark brown eyes as he waited for an answer.

I slid down and sat down again on the other side of him, though I didn't put my leg up to face him this time, keeping my head directed towards the forest. The sun had set and it was starting to get dark, but I wasn't worried.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

Jacob also faced the trees, taking a peek at me a few times.

"I lost the baby." I said, hollowly. My mind felt a bit detached from my voice. Almost like I was speaking automatically. I didn't want to talk about it. I needed to.

I could see him turn his face towards me from the corner of my eye, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him yet.

"I know." He murmured, softly.

"My dad told your dad then?" I questioned.

Jacob nodded, sadly. "Yeah."

I paused for a moment before continuing. "It was like… everything was gunna be different, you know? Not a bad different – it was a good. Like I had this thing I was gunna have to grow up for and be responsible for… I really wanted a girl. A girl I could teach about boys and make-up and braid her hair." I smiled a little. "But I would have loved a boy. He wouldn't really have a father, but he'd have a grandpa who could take him fishing. My dad would have loved that so much." I stopped smiling. "S' gone now." Shrugging, my eyes went to the ground. "It's stupid, I wasn't even three months."

Jacob grabbed my hand. "Hey, it's not stupid." He said, firmly. "Don't ever think that."

I carried on. "I just, uh… I got this package today from my mom." I put my other hand to my mouth, letting out a sob as a few tears spilled down my cheeks. "Thought it had been lost in the mail. It was a pregnancy book."

Jacob wrapped his arms around me, holding onto me tightly. I buried my face in his shoulder, letting out uncontrollable sobs. I was crying… really crying.

He held onto me, keeping me close, moving his hand down my back, comfortingly. "Shhh, it's ok. I'm here." He said, softly, in his warm voice. He held me tighter, starting to stroke my hair.

We stayed like that for a while. I wasn't sure how long it was until I stopped crying. Listening to his voice and his breathing seemed to calm me down.

"Bella and I have been fighting." I spoke coherent words. "About you. She says you're her only friend because apparently I don't exist. And she's jealous I'm stealing you away so she won't have anyone left." I sniffed. "I mean it's not fair for her to see us as a couple when she doesn't have anyone now. And she liked you before, in that way. But she's still trying to get over Edward."

"That's no reason to take it out on you." Said Jacob. "Beside this isn't anyone's fault."

"Exactly. It's Edward's for leaving her. Otherwise she'd still be happy and… normal." I replied. "And you wouldn't have turned into a wolf."

He chuckled. "The wolf part's good."

I furrowed my brow. "How?"

"Because if I were human we wouldn't be here right now."

I sat up properly again. Jacob stopped hugging me, though he lowered his hands so they were on my waist. My eyes met his.

"Thank you." I said.

"For what?"

"For listening."

He smiled, warmly, before planting a kiss on my cheek. "It's late, I'd better take you home before your dad starts hunting wolves."

I giggled, wiping away a few tears. "Yeah, ok."

I started to get up, but I barely moved before Jacob smoothly picked me up.

"I don't think so. You're not walking anywhere in the dark." He said.

With an arm around his neck, I raised an eyebrow at him. "I may be Bella's twin, but she got all the clumsy, and I got all the grace."

"That makes a lot of sense. Not gunna risk it anyway." Jacob smirked.

I shook my head. "This is actually such a better way of travelling. I might just order you to carry my everywhere."

"Not a problem." Replied Jacob, walking to his car. "Be careful though, since you won't be getting any exercise and you're pretty heavy already."

I slapped him, playfully, not that he would have felt it. "Watch your mouth, wolf boy."

"Wolf boy?" he stared at me. "Really?"

"I'm tired. It was the best I could come up with."

He shook his head. "Better get more creative, Amy. I'll give you till tomorrow."

"I'll come up with something extra terrible, just for you."

Jacob put me down next to the passenger door, opening it for me. The drive back was nice. He kept cracking jokes and smiling at me, making me laugh. I felt a lot better.

The porch light was on at home, lighting the way from the street to the front door. Jacob and I both got out the car and he immediately hugged me again, effortlessly lifting me up off the ground a little way so that he wouldn't have to bend down.

Then we started kissing. Slowly he put me down, though we carried on. I wouldn't know how long we were making out for. Time didn't matter… at all. Jacob kissed me so gently but so passionately, I could happily stay there for a few hours.

Eventually we stopped and hugged again.

"Goodnight, Jacob." I whispered.

"Night, Amy." He replied. "Sleep well."

"You too." I pulled away, slowly, walking to the front door.

On the porch I looked back to see Jacob was still there, leaning against his car, a warm smile on his face. I smiled back, giving a small wave.

Inside I looked at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. It was nearly eleven. …oh.

In the dim light I could see the floor was clear. No book in sight.

I took off upstairs, not bothering to change into my pyjamas. I simply took off my jeans and slid under the duvet. Bella was mumbling something, therefore definitely asleep.

I pulled on the material of my shirt up to my nose and breathed in. It smelt so strongly of Jacob.

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