A/N Drum roll pleeeeease...

I missed Jacob so much. I was away for a whole week. Seven days without seeing him. We of course talked on the phone and texted nonstop, but it just wasn't the same. I had come to realize my feelings for Jacob probably about six months back. I could feel that transitioning and although both Jake and I tried to fight it we were both ready to be more than best friends. We were soul mates and that's how we belonged.

I entered the familiar home and greeted Mr. Black. He was always very welcoming to me and I loved him like a father figure. I laugh at Billy as he tells me that I'm not allowed to leave anymore. He says that I "pretty up the old house." He's so sweet.

I sense Jacob enter the room and butterflies erupt in my tummy. "Jake!" I yell as I jump into his arms. He picks me up and spins me around, "I missed you so much, Jake." He pulls me out onto the porch.

"I missed you too, little girl," he whispers in my ear."Let's go for a walk. You can tell me all about your trip," he says as he grabs my hand and starts pulling me towards the forest.

We continue to walk hand in hand and I tell him almost every detail of what happened when I was gone. I can feel his eyes on me but I try to ignore them and continue talking.

I'm suddenly overcome with love and happiness and just this really cool content feeling. I'm just so happy to be home. Because wherever Jacob is is my home. I stop walking and he turns to look back at me. He must have seen my watery eyes because he suddenly asks, "What's wrong, Ness?"

"I missed you a lot. I don't ever want to leave you again," I say honestly even if that's not what I was thinking about.

"You don't have to, I promise," he said, placing a kiss on my hairline.

We turn to walk back to the little house and my left boot gets caught on my right boot. I try to catch my balance but I end up falling in the soft leaves. I couldn't help the giggles that escaped. I swear I'm so clumsy. Jake turned to me as I was pulling myself onto my butt, 'What happened?"

"I tripped over my own two feet," I laughed. I can feel a slight stinging on my knee and I pull them both up to my face to examine them. "Ugh," I groan. "I scraped myself."

He leans his torso over me to inspect the injury for himself, "Oh no. It looks pretty bad. I think we might have to chop it off."

"Ja-Ake," I giggled uncontrollably. He was so goofy sometimes.

"You're right. We should have a professional look at it right away. Just in case I'm right," he began to lean even further down and at first I thought he was going to kiss my wound like he always does when I hurt myself. Instead though, he slipped his hands under me and swung me up onto his shoulder. I shrieked at first but it was soon replaced with laughs of pure joy.

"Jake! You better not drop me," I yelled at him. But on the inside I knew he wouldn't. I trusted him with my life. He would never let me down or hurt me on purpose. That much I knew.

I felt his speed pick up and soon he was full on sprinting. "The longer we wait the worse it will be."

He skipped the steps entirely only having to stretch one leg out in order to be at the top. We finally got inside and he placed me softly on the kitchen counter. He reached up above me to fiddle around in the cabinets and I took a silent moment to worship his body heat against the whole length of my body. He emerged with a cotton ball and a box of band-aids. He wet the cotton ball and softly wiped the blood and dirt from the scathed part of my leg. He attempted to take a band-aid out of the box, but when he realized his fingers were much too large I laughed and took the box from him. After he had peeled those annoying papers on the back off he gently padded it onto my knee.

He looked up at me and I realized I had been caught admiring him, but I really didn't care. We stood there wordlessly for a minute or two, and I guess Jacob realized just how close we were because he attempted to take a step back. I restrained him though, by grabbing hold the front of his shirt and keeping him standing in between my partially parted legs.

Our faces moved closer and closer together. Slowly, though. Neither of us was in a rush. My eyelids fluttered close and I waited for Jake to make the final move. He did and it couldn't have been any more amazing. His lips brushed tenderly against mine and I brought my hands up around his neck. His fingers found my curls and our lips met again this time more passionately. They were still filled with just as much love as the first time, but there was an underlying need this time.

"I love you so much," he whispered. My heart soared.

"I love you too," I smiled. "Jake?"

"Hmmm?" he replied.

"I'm yours," I told him before placing another peck on his soft pink lips.