Chapter Eleven: Fixing the Puzzle

After a longer than usual hiatus (a week or so), this story finally picks up.

Jacob's Point of View:

The first week was the hardest for me. The funeral was the worst thing I had to go through. Thank God I was never alone through anything. Sam took care of all the formalities of the funeral.

I moved in with him in fact. I got my stuff and everything. The house is empty, and we plan on leaving it that way because my father loves that house. Loved that house. So the house was left in honor of his spirit.

People kept visiting me at Sam's place offering me their condolences and comfort. It felt good to know that I still had people there for me. Even Edward, my former enemy, has moved up to become one of my favorite people. I never used to get him, but now that I am no longer blinded with jealousy, I saw how good of a person he was. Bella and he kept visiting every day, Bella always bringing pancakes, my favorite.

It took a little time, but I was getting better. I started to want to be happy again. After realizing that my father would also want me to be happy, I finally decided to exit my grief period.

Two weeks later…

Sam's Point of View:

Jacob was becoming much better. He was finally interacting happily with people, watching TV, even trying to seduce me again. He knew how to, but I just knew I had to wait till he became of mating age.

That day was to come today. This day was Jacob's 18th birthday. I decided to surprise him. I'm sure with everything going around, he was forgetting to even check the date, and thus forgetting today is his birthday.

It's really cute how he forgot his birthday. I asked Bella to talk to everyone and arrange the event because I'm sure as hell not going to let Jacob suspect anything. I love how he likes to get in the middle of everything, but for this event, that was not a possibility.

"You're up to something," he told me once as I was coming home.

"Shut up and kiss me." I knew exactly how to distract him from the idea. Jacob was powerless when it came to his hormones.

Bella got us a huge ballroom so I told Jacob we were going to have dinner outside.

"Sam why is it so quiet in here?" he said as he was opening the door.

"SURPRISE!"

The look on his face was priceless. It made it worth everything.

Jacob's Point of View:

What the hell are all these people doing here? Then I looked at my watch to see the date. Oh my God. It's my birthday. He remembered my birthday when I forgot it.

I turned around and kissed him in front of all the people.

"DUDES! A WARNING?" Paul yelled from the end of the ballroom. Everybody laughed.

"I'm sorry for that. Actually, I'm not," I said, "now let's get this party started."

The music started. So did my dancing spirit. I felt happy. A little piece was missing, but it was easy to ignore it at this moment.

As I was dancing with Sam, I whispered into his ear, "You can't call me a teenager now, you know that, right?"

"Yeah I do, but know this. You have responsibilities now."

"I do?"

"Yeah."

"Like what?"

"You'll see when we get home."

So I decided that next chapter is the final one. It's the lemon.

Hopefully I'll start a new story.

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