Disclaimer: I think that we're far enough into the story for it to be obvious that I, Adrian May, do not own Twilight. Must I repeat….yet again?

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A few days later, Jacob was perfectly fine again. He had some soreness sometimes, and he couldn't phase for a week, but otherwise he was okay. So, he came over and we had dinner after work. I was still in my work clothes, and so was he. It was an amusing sight. A dress, lots of jewelry, and heels, versus ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and his Three Musketeers shirt with his name and the logo on it.

After dinner, Jacob helped me do dishes.

"So, Najeria," Jacob said, beginning to wash on of the last plates. "How are you tonight?"

"I'm good," I said. "Still getting used to the whole werewolf idea, but good."

Actually, I was still thinking about the book, and the weird notes at the end. It seemed like it meant nothing, but something was nagging at me that it did. Nevertheless, it was currently hidden away in my bedside drawer, under all my folders and papers. Jacob didn't need to worry.

"I am doing perfectly fine," he said. "I'm with the love of my life, washing dishes I'm my works clothes after dinner like a normal person. It's something I'm adjusting to, but it's good."

"I'll help you adjust to normal," I promised.

"And I'll help you adjust to weirdness," he promised back. I chuckled and finished rinsing the last dish. "What do you wanna do?"

"We could go back to my place and watch a movie," he said. "Embry has patrol all night, so he won't be there."

"I'm doing anything explicit tonight," I said. "So I don't think spending the night is a good idea."

"I promise I won't try anything," he said. "I just really don't want to leave without you."

"I have to work tomorrow," I said.

"So pack a bag and I'll drive you tomorrow," he said. He turned so I had my back to the counter, and he had his hands on either side of me on the counter, facing me. "Please, babe. Please."

"Why," I asked. "Do you want me to come over?"

"Because," he said. "I hate being away from you. It physically and emotionally hurts me. Severely. I know I sound like a needy boyfriend, but I might not survive if you don't come with me."

"Why don't you stay over here?" I said, placing my arms around his neck. "I can't survive without you near me, but I dot want to leave. I don't mean to sound whiny and attached, but you have to stay. Please, honey. Pretty please?"

"Why don't we flip a coin?"

"Heads or tails?"

"Tails."

"Gottit." I reached into his back pocket and pulled out a coin. He always had spare change there, and I knew I could count on him this time. I flipped the coin and let it land on the counter. We both leaned over and when I saw it, I sighed and Jacob cheered.

"My place," Jacob said. He kissed me quickly, but heatedly, the pat my bottom. "Go along dear. Pack your bags."

I kissed him quickly again. "So weird."

"I'm just helping you adjust," he called after me as I headed to my room.

"Yeah, yeah," I called back. In my room, I packed my work clothes for the next day, a spare change of clothes, then added my toiletries. I changed into my yoga pants, tank top, and hoodie, before putting my necessary stuff in my purse, like iPod, phone, book, everything else. Once I had a small bag and my purse ready, I met Jacob by the door. He already had his car keys ready.

At his apartment, I was impressed. It wasn't how I expected two guys to have an apartment, but it was clean. I noticed it was an apartment that already came with furniture, because it all matched and the looked coordinated. The colors were red, black, grey, and white. Everything was updated and shiny; It was modern.

"This is nice," I said. "I like this here. It's more of an apartment than mine."

"Yours is more like a home," he said, taking my bags for me. "Come on, I'll show you my room." I followed him down the hallway and to a room with an open door. It was clean too. Red walls, white carpet, black comforter, grey and black furniture. Everything else was Jacob's personal stuff, which didn't exactly go with the theme. I loved it.

I sat down on the bed. "Dude. This is huge."

"Werewolves are large and heavy," he said. "I almost broke my last bed, it was way too small for me. I decided to go with dramatically big instead of small."

"It makes sense," I said. I smiled at from where I was sitting and he kissed my forehead.

"I have to shower," he said. "But I'll be quick. You can go pick out a movie, and there's popcorn in the cabinet above the stove. Just get whatever you like too. Blankets are in the first closet on the left."

"Gotcha." I watched as he left the room and went across the hall to go into the bathroom. I tool his advice and went to the kitchen, began popping some popcorn, picked a movie, and started getting blankets. By the time he came into the living room, a pair of basketball shorts slung low on his hips, I had a pallet made.

"You have to put the movie in," I said. "I don't know how to work the DVD."

"You picked the A-Team?" he laughed, starting to put the movie in.

"I've been wanting to see it, but I haven't yet," I said. "What's so funny?"

"Just most girls would've picked the most girlish movie they could find." he shook his head. "I love you, you know that?"

"Yes, I do." I kissed his lips and turned off the lights, snuggling down under blankets. He snuggled with me, and together we began watching the movie.

This is the life.

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"Wake up, Najeria." Jacob kissed the space right below my ear and I wiggled further down into the blankets. The mattress was hard, yet it was really comfortable. And it seemed really warm from sleeping there all night.

"Go away, Black!" I whined.

"I can't. You're on top of me."

So that's why the mattress was so hard and warm.

"Oh," I said, sitting up. Sure enough, when I did, I was sitting on Jacob's chest. I smiled before laying back down and placing my face right above his. "Why on earth should I get up and go to work? Catherine isn't even there. She's in LA. I can answer phone calls from here, and have someone else in the office do it. Maybe Sophie..."

"Are you trying to talk yourself out of work?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said. "Because I really don't want to leave."

"I like that you do that," he said. "Because I don't want you to leave either."

"I mean, you're so comfortable!" I said, pecking his lips.

He laughed. "Is that really why you don't want to go?"

"You got me. I'm waiting for Embry."

Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me over and hovered above me.

"Well, I might just have to change your mind."

Twenty minutes later, I was in my spare change of clothes—simple jeans and a tank top with my hoodie— no make up on, my hair a mess, and standing in Jacob's kitchen, making him breakfast.

"I think I love you more with everything you do," he said, watching from the kitchen table. "You take the supernatural world easier than anyone I've ever seen, you skip work for me, and you're making me breakfast."

"Everything my grandmother taught me to do," I said as I cracked the eggs into a bowl. "Do you have any muffin mix?"

"No," he said.

"That's too bad," I said. "I really want muffins. We might have to go to the store if you don't have stuff to make it from scratch."

He didn't. We were walking out the door when Embry came back.

"There's eggs on the stove," I said. "Go ahead and eat all of them, shower, then go to bed. You look like hell."

Embry only yawned in response and headed to the kitchen.

At the store, Jacob followed me around the it, pushing the shopping cart as I grabbed things off the shelves.

"Why do we need all this again?" Jacob asked, amused.

"You're place has nothing to eat," I said. "And if I'm gonna spend the night there every bow and then, I need to be able to actually eat food."

He grinned. "So this will happen often?"

"Maybe," I said, reaching up and kissing him softly. When he began to deepen the kiss, I pulled away. "We're in public."

"Then we better get home," he said, making me giggle. I turned to reach for some canned food, right when a little girl came running down the aisle laughing. Before I knew what was happening, she tripped and fell, started crying, and I flew into action.

I ran to her, gently moving her into a sitting position. She had a cut on her forehead and a bruise starting already.

"Jacob," I said. "Go two aisle down and get some frozen peas." he left without a word and I stroked the girls cheek, cradling her to me. "It's okay sweetheart, it'll be okay." I tool off my hoodie and used it to pat at the blood, glad that it was a light weight jacket. I took a band aid I keep in my back pocket and placed it over her cut. I rocked her just as Jacob came back and I set the peas against her forehead.

Her cries eventually softened and I wiped away her tears, kissing her forehead.

"Are you better sweetie?" I asked softly.

"Yes," she sniffled. "But my head still hurts."

"It'll be better soon," I said. "Can you tell me where your Mommy is?"

"I'm with my sister," she said. "She told me to stay still, but when she turned around, I ran off."

"Lizzy!" a voice said. The little girl looked up at the direction of the voice and a teenage girl rounded the corner, looking scared. When she saw the child in my arms, she sagged in relief. "Lizzy, why did you do that?" She walked over and knelt I'm front of the two of us, looking at the girl, who I guess was now Lizzie.

"I'm sorry," Lizzy said. "It won't happen again."

"Thank you," the teenager said, scooping the child into her arms. We both stood up and I smiled.

"It was nothing," I said. "Instincts kicked in with an adrenaline rush."

"I'm still thankful," she said. "Good thinking with the peas."

"Old trick," I laughed. "Vegetables are better for injuries than ice. At least that's what my mom taught me."

She laughed and thanked me again before walking out the door with little Lizzy and her groceries. When I turned to Jacob, he wasn't smiling, but had a strange look on his face. I tilted my head. "What?"

"You." he shook his head. "I don't know. Just the way you handled that little girl, holding her and making sure she felt better was amazing. And how you just rushed in and helped her so quickly...again, I don't know. But I think I love you even more."

"You say that a lot," I said.

"Because you find new ways to amaze me a lot." he leaned in and kissed me softly, the pulled away. "Oh yeah. We really need to go home."

I laughed and just went to grab that same can of beans I had been reaching for and put it the cart. "You can wait."

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