I peered over Jacob's side. How was I going to wake him up? The boy was literally dead. The hole rippled in protest and I took a huge breath, not wanting to talk about him.
I looked down at his hulking, still form. It took up the whole bed, but I guess it would, considering he had his hands and feet splayed apart like some drunk. I chuckled as he snuffled slightly and shook his head, making his hair flop over his forehead.
Not even thinking, I reached down and brushed it from his forehead only to see it flop right back. I smiled slightly, leaning down and brushing my lips on his forehead. Without warning, his arms lifted and wrapped around me, his hold almost bruising.
He tugged and I collapsed on top of him. He doesn't even wake. His head burrows into my neck, snuffling, causing me to giggle at the tickling sensation. "Ja-. . . (giggle) . . . Jacob." Still he didn't stir, just holding me, inhaling my scent.
"Jacob. Honey," Honey? Sense when did I call Jacob honey? "I need you to wake up." Still no response. Then, I got an idea that made me grin. Leaning down, I breathed very lightly into his ear. "Jacob," I whispered in a teasing voice. Then, I said the dreaded name. "Darian." Jacob jerked violently, flipping me over in the process. He glared at me, annoyed, but not angry.
"Don't ever call me that again." He said through gritted teeth.
"Why?" I said, looking up at him from beneath my eyelashes. He seemed to lose his breath then, blinking up at me in an adorable owlish way. I laughed, totally carefree. Then I slipped out from under him, hitting his aarms so he fell doen with a surprised 'Oooommmppphhh'.
"Come on, sleepy head! If you don't get there fast enough then your brothers will eat all the food." And with that comment I flew back into the kitchen, feeling even better than I had in months.
J.P.O.V.
When Bells looked up at me with those big brown eyes, I just lot it. She was the most beautiful thing on the face of this earth. I would die for her. I watched her dance out of the room, and shook my head at myself. Oooohhhh, boy, you've got it bad.