Chapter 10:
I roll over and lean my head on his bare chest. I take in his soft, warm skin. I cuddle to it more not wanting to move. It's been almost a month since Jake and I got together and I've enjoyed every moment of it. I catch the sight of the stars from outside my window, and I realize it was still the middle of the night. Jake and I had decided to lay in bed after we got in from patrol, we didn't plan on falling asleep but we were both exhausted. I look up to his face and I love the adorable look on his face he gets when he sleeps. I look to the clock.
11:24.
Mom was still at work, she would be for four more hours, because she had taken another shift. Seth was at Embry's and Quil was there with them.
I get this excited feeling at the fact that Jake and I are in my house alone, in my bed alone. I cuddle to him closer.
Jake and I hadn't made love yet. Believe me I wanted to, but the time never seemed right. We also are hardly completely alone. But now we are, and I wanted him.
I place two kisses on his chest and then I get up and I walk downstairs to get some water. When I come back upstairs Jake was standing and looking out the window. I tip toe over to him and I wrap my arms around his abdomen. I lay my face against his back. He turns to me gently and his hand goes to my cheek. He brushes it. His eyes are full of fear and he quivers a little. His forehead rests on mine.
"What is it?" I ask.
"I had a bad dream." He says and he looks like an innocent child.
"What was it?" I ask and I cup his face in my hands, trying to read him. His lips crash against mine and there's more passion than I was expecting. I step backwards almost losing balance. His arms hold me straight up and they cling me against him tight. His hand goes underneath my shirt and pushes on my back a little. He pulls away, quivering a little.
"Jake…" I say. "It was just a dream, you are here with me. It's okay. Everything is good." I whisper and he slowly nods. "What was your dream about?" I ask worried, I'd never seen him like that; I'd never seen him need me so desperately.
"You," he says and that makes me nervous. "I lost you Leah. You weren't there." He shakes away the memory.
I run my hand across his cheek. "I'm here Jake. I'm not going anywhere." I whisper. I crash my lips against his and he kisses me back passionately.
I take my hands to his jean button and I unbutton it. I peel his jeans down and reveal his boxers. He pulls away, "Leah, are you-" I cut him off with a kiss and he kisses me back passionately. I was definitely sure, I had wanted this forever. He lifted my shirt above my head. He slid my shorts off of me. He unclasped my bra and pulled down my panties. I pulled down his boxers. His warm, naked body leaned against mine and guided me to my bed where he laid me. He was over me, but he held his own body weight. He kissed me everywhere and we made sweet, perfect love.
Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms, breathless. He kisses my hair and I feel like I'm perfect here. This was where I belonged, in his warm arms.
He pulls me closer; his warm, naked body holds me close. "I love you Leah." He whispers and I smile. He said it first. He didn't wait until I said it, because I was on the brink of saying it so many times but I was scared.
I look up to him and meet his warm, chocolate eyes. "I love you too Jake." I whisper and I kiss his chest.
I watch Jake slide his shirt over him. It had been a couple weeks since we made love the first time. I felt nauseated.
"Today is Bella's wedding isn't it?" I ask and he turns to look at me abruptly. "Are you going?" He looks confused to why I would ask, like I was wondering if he was going to leave me, or give going after Bella one last shot.
He shrugs, "I'm not really sure." He says. "I'm still thinking about it."
I nod. "You should go." He raises an eyebrow at me. "I mean, you haven't seen her in a while, and she obviously really wants you there."
He shrugs again. "I guess." He was acting so much like he doesn't care at all and I know he really does.
I raise my eyebrow at him now. "You don't care at all then?" I ask and stand up. I take out some jean shorts and a tank top and I begin to change into them.
"Not really." He says.
I turn to him and smirk."Liar." I say. "You need to go. I can see it. There's no use in you trying to hide it. When we got together I never said you had to stop seeing her and caring about her, and I'm not saying it now. Go Jake." I say.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
I nod. "Of course I am." I smile a little. "Go, have fun."
"You don't want me to hang around with you today?" He asks.
"Is that a trick question?" I say. "Of course I want you around, I always do, but I want you to go do this. Plus I haven't been feeling that great. I'm probably just going to stay around the house. I'm not really fun to be around."
He nods and walks over and takes me in his arms. "Okay, I love you." He says.
I smile. "I love you too."
He kisses my forehead. "I should go then and get ready." I nod and he kisses me on the lips and then he walks out.
That feeling comes again, the feeling like I'm going to throw up, the feeling I've been getting for the past week at random times. I hated this feeling, almost as much as I hated the throw up that came after it always. I rush to the bathroom just in time to reach the toilet and throw up. I rinse my mouth after words and I brush my teeth. I go downstairs and sit on the couch.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch because the next thing I hear is a big banging on the front door. I jump up, too quickly and get dizzy, and I rush to the door. "Sam?" I say and the feeling came up again. "Come on in, I'll be right back," I rush to the bathroom.
When I come out Sam is standing outside the bathroom door with a glass of water. I look to him graciously. I swish some water around my mouth and spit it back out into the sink. I do it three more times.
"Are you okay Leah?" He asks.
I nod. "Probably just some stomach bug." I say and he looks to me questioningly. "What?" I ask.
"You don't look so good." He says.
"Thanks Sam, you know how to make a girl feel good about herself." I say and sit on the couch. He joins me.
"How long have you been feeling bad?" He asks.
"About a week." I say.
"Have you gotten yourself checked out?" He asks.
I shake my head. "Why would I need to be checked out? It's just a stomach thing." I say.
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Is it?" He asks.
I start questioning it myself. We didn't use protection, but wouldn't it be too soon to show symptoms? "I think so; I mean… it would be too soon. A couple weeks, isn't it too soon to be that?" I ask.
He shrugs. "I don't think you can go to a hospital though. Your temperature would make any normal person think you should be dead. And what if you are pregnant," He said the p word. He said it first, and not me and that made me nervous. What if Jake wouldn't want me? "I mean, we don't know much about to werewolves having a baby, or even a werewolf being pregnant." Sam has worry on his face.
I bite my bottom lip. "I need to see Carlisle." I say. "He's the only one who might be able to help."
"Leah…" Sam warns.
"I trust him Sam. He'd help me." I say. "I'll go, and try to get his attention without getting anyone else's. Bella's having her reception now. I'd rather no one know there's a possibility."
He nods. "I'm not going to let you go there without any back up. They are a bunch of vampires."
"There's a big crowd there, all Bella's mortal friends. They won't make a scene. I need to hurry though. It will end soon." I say and I rush to my room to grab my jacket and bag, then I come back down. "If anyone asks, I need you to tell them I went out for a run." I say. He nods. "I don't want anyone to know Sam. Not yet." He nods. I hug him and then I rush out. I rush to the Cullen's worrying about every little thing that could be or go wrong.