B.P.O.V.
I awoke to complete and utter silence, but when I tried to sit up pain radiated through my stomach and trailed over to my back, and with a gasp of pain. Breathing heavily I turned my head as best I could without turning my body, to see Jacob sleeping beside me. One of his jean covered legs was thrown across both of mine, his muscled arm acted as my pillow. His russet chest was bare and warm against my side and it was such a contrast to . . . to his skin, and it felt nice.
But the as I stared down at him, images seemed to run through my head lightning fast. Quil . . . . Wolf . . . . Attacked . . . . Blood, so much blood. Werewolves was the first thought running through my head. But no, it couldn't be, Jacob?
But then it all started to make sense, him being gone for a week, following Sam around like he was a god. Sam was obviously pack leader. All the signs pointed to werewolves, including Quil bursting out of his skin and running on all fours.
Carefully sitting up I rolled myself as best I could out of bed cradling my hands against my stomach. I waddled as best I could to the room to see the whole gang there. All were asleep, some on the floor, couch, or somewhere in between. The only one I didn't see was Billy. Walking into the kitchen, it seemed that there were a lot of dirty dishes that needed cleaning up. I couldn't believe anything smelled so bad, and then I remembered, faintly, somebody carrying me and taking care of me. So, I'd made up my mind. First I'd clean the kitchen and then I'd make some breakfast, seeing as it was 8:30 in the morning.
I hesitated from picking up the sponge and went back to the room, just now realizing the fact. If Jacob was in the bed, and I was in the bed then that meant . . . that we slept together?!
Bi.P.O.V.
I wheeled out of my room, having heard the rushing of water in the kitchen. The least to say was that I was shocked. Bella, the girl who had been nearly sliced in half by a new werewolf, was cleaning. Cleaning, for goodness sake!
"Bella!"
With a terrified squeak, the young girl whirled around, dropping a couple plates in the process. With a loud crash, the plates shattered across the linoleum floor.
"Oh." Looking close to tears, Bella looked at me sorrowfully.
"I'm so sorry, Billy!" I shook my head, dazed that this woman wasn't running for the hills screaming by now.
"It's fine, Bella, you shouldn't be moving around."
She waved her hands in the air, "Yeah, yeah, I have to repay you somehow don't I? For saving, you know, my life."
I eyed her warily. "You do know we're the reason you needed rescuing, well, Quil's anyway."
Her easy going smile seemed a little forced now, and she nodded stiffly. Then she relaxed, and smiled again. Cocking her head to the side, she raised and inquiring eyebrow at me. "Werewolves, right?"
I nodded solemnly.
Then she shrugged, turning to get a dust pan and broom. "You know I figure, if girls can have their PMS days, then guys, or werewolves, in this case, can have their temperamental days." She chuckled scooping up the glass and disposing of it easily.
Then she looked at me seriously. "Besides, Jacob is still Jacob to me. He'll never change." I was almost surprised at the conviction in her voice. Almost. When we had arrived back from dropping off the tribe doctor the pack had returned to find one of their members missing. We'd looked all over the reservation for Jacob, and to my utter embarrassment we found him inn his room, sleeping, with Bella. He had crawled onto the bed, above the covers as to not make her overheat. Jacob had curled his lanky, muscular, body over her backside. Her tiny feet had been tucked in between his thighs and the shirt Embry had given her had ridden up, leaving her almost completely naked waist down.
Jacob had not been asleep at the time, just holding her, and watching her. There had been this awed looked in his eyes, and for a moment I considered him having imprinted on her, but I couldn't be sure. I'd have to talk to him soon.
B.P.O.V.
A couple minutes of silence and Billy announced he was going back to bed; I promised to rest a little bit and try to keep it down. Pretty soon the kitchen was spotless.
I heard a scrape and then a cough and turned to see a very nervous looking Quil. "Um, I – I was just going to get a drink . . . I'll just come back." He said, turning on his heel.
"No, you won't." He tensed.
"Bella, you don't have to-."
"Quil," I said, standing up and walking to where he stoically stood. I raised my hand to his face, and pity filled my heart as he flinched. I laid my hand softly against his burning cheek. "Quil?" I whispered. No response. "Quil?"
His eyes fluttered open and I looked at him. "It was not your fault. You had no control over it what-so-ever." Of course, I didn't know if that was true, but I was positive Quil wouldn't have hurt me intentionally.
"Besides," I said lightly, smiling at him. "I got slashed because I swerved. If that's not incentive to drive more safely, I don't know what is." Quil laughed weakly, and sat down as I grabbed him a glass of water. But the haunted look in his eyes remained.
Pretty soon the whole pack was in the kitchen (Except for Jacob) due to the fact that Quil said he was hungry, so, as I usually did when someone was hungry, I started to cook. One by one, the boys entered with their noses in the air, sniffing delicately. I laughed when they all sat at the small wooden table. They hulked over it as if it were a tiny wooden block, their feet extending under it, so that there was barely room to twitch a muscle.
"Would somebody please go wake up Jacob?" Sam looked to his right, Embry looked to his right, Quil looked to his right, and so on, and so forth until it finally landed at Seth. He looked around for a minute, confused, and then shook his head vehemently.
"Uh-uh. No way, that guy has to have a crane to get him out of bed." I rolled my eyes, and set down my spatula. "All men are babies." I muttered under my breath, as I passed them and they all had the decency to look sheepish, then yelled in a chorus of booming voices yelled, "We love you, Bella!"
I snorted none too delicately. Yeah, sure, I've known you for what? Five minutes? I walked through Jacob's door, and it banged against the wall loudly. He didn't even twitch. Picking up his covers I yanked them off of his body. I got nothing. I huffed, placing my hands on my hips in indignation. How the hell, was I going to wake him up?