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Chapter 12- Innate
I was smiling ecstatically. I had never felt this happy in my whole life. I was in heaven. My mind kept replaying my first kiss with Jacob. So warm, so beautiful, so loving... I wanted more. It was definitely the best kiss I've ever had. I had never felt such sensations in my body. Jacob... I could feel the same blissful feeling through our imprint. I began humming a tune, and I felt divine. I cooked dinner for Billy and Jacob, and when I served Billy, he smiled happily, noticing my pleasant demeanour. "Well, Bella, you seem in a good mood all of a sudden."he commented. I smiled brightly at him. "I guess so." I said, placing his plate on the table. He observed me all through dinner. "You know Bella, you're an excellent cook. I wish you could teach Jacob and Rachael."he said, grinning. "Sure." I agreed. "How's Rachael doing?" I asked, still smiling broadly.
"Good. She'll be back in a few months."he replied. "Did I tell you about the time when Rachael forced Jacob to play dress up?" he asked, eagerly. "No, tell me." I replied, evenly eager. Turns out that Rachael made Jacob wear her frock, plaited his hair and put some girly make up on, and paraded around LaPush with Rebecca and him with an umbrella. Billy had even taken a picture of it. It was apparently somewhere in the upstairs room. I laughed merrily at his vivid description of poor Jacob's discomfort. Apparently, he blushed the whole time, while everyone thought that he was a girl, and Rachael had made him wear a hat. We were interrupted by his loud snores.
"Speak of the wolf, and he shall snore."quoted Billy. I laughed whole heartedly. I put all the plates away, and washed all the dishes while Billy continued telling stories of Jacob's childhood. I almost dropped the plate in my hand, laughing at Billy's narration. After I was done with the dishes, it was time for me to go, and I was reluctant. I could've sat all night listening to Billy's stories. But I sighed, remembering Charlie. He needed someone to make dinner. Billy laughed, noticing my unenthusiastic expression. "Don't worry Bella, there's time tomorrow, and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."he comforted. I drove home with the biggest smile on my face. I recalled Billy's story and laughed aloud. I cooked for Charlie, my mood remaining constant. When he came home, he was shocked to see me smile so blissfully.
I excitedly narrated the story Billy told me, and Charlie told me some more, and we had a lively conversation, up till midnight. I didn't want to go to sleep at all. But I had to. I leaned and stared outside the window, knowing that Jacob was patrolling out there. "Good night Jake." I murmured, hoping that he would hear. And I dreamt of our amazing kiss.
The next morning, I was in an ecstatic mood just like yesterday, much to Charlie's amazement. "Hi Dad!" I greeted cheerfully, as he came downstairs. He almost tripped sown the stairs in shock at my loud greeting. "Hi Bells. What's for breakfast?" he asked, smiling brightly. "Italian pasta."I replied, placing some on his plate. "Smells delicious."he complimented. I smiled radiantly. "Thanks Dad."I said, sitting down. Breakfast was pleasant, as Charlie conversed pleasantly.
"Hanging out with Jake?" he asked, trying to be casual. I nodded, still smiling. "Say hi to Billy for me. I haven't seen him in weeks."said Charlie,with a sad expression. Ever since Harry's death, he hadn't seen his best friend. He had just begun to recover from his loss. "Sure thing Dad." I said, putting the dishes away. "I'll tell him. What do you want for dinner?". I hoped that this would distract him. My plan worked, and Charlie's face lightened up, when I promised to make him his favourite dish. He left for work in an good mood, much to my relief. I left for LaPush, and I was greeted by Jacob's strident snoring as Billy opened the door. "The boy just won't stop."stated Billy resigned. I laughed. "He's been like that since yesterday."he grumbled. "I bet he ran an extra hundred miles.". I gave him a puzzled expression."He jumped out joyfully, like a girl, going for a kitty party," he continued, wheeling himself into the hell. "Wonder what's gotten into the boy.". I blushed, realizing the cause of Jacob's exceptional mood. The kiss was definitely something to be excited over.
Billy resumed storytelling, which held my attention, while I made lunch. I didn't notice the time fly by, and it was already time to wake Jake up. I could hear his horrendous snores. "It's like his growling."groused Billy, with a sour look. I laughed again. When I woke Jake, he gave me his sunniest smile. He looked at me in elation, and my heart began hammering against my chest. Since when did Jacob have such an effect on me? But, my pulse began racing only when I noticed him wearing only his boxers. I attempted to turn away from his perfect body, but my inarticulate mind wouldn't allow it. "Ah Jake, time to patrol." I mumbled swallowing. I was sure that I began sweating. I stood frozen on the spot staring at him, unable to avert my gaze. Jake had no intention of moving either. He continued to stare back, blissfully, and I felt longing desire from him. I swallowed again. His body was perfect. I had the urge to run my hand across those perfect muscles."Bella! Is he up yet?" called Billy. I immediately snapped out of my trance. "Yeah! I'm up Dad!"yelled Jacob, loudly, muttering something under his breath.
"Uh honey, I gotta change and shower and stuff, so unless you wanna join me or help..." he began. I gawked at him, my mouth agape in mortification. I couldn't even react. I stood there, motionless, while he laughed, and winked. He got up and grabbed a towel and a pair of jeans."I'm going to take a shower, unless you wanna join me..." he began again. This time, I found my voice. "Jake!" I squeaked. He chuckled."I'll leave the door open just in case..." he taunted. I fought to stifle my scream. Instead, I stormed out of the room mechanically, hearing Jacob's chuckles lingering in the hallway.
"What the hell is wrong with that boy?" wondered Billy, who apparently didn't notice my petrified expression. When Jacob came downstairs, I tried my best to avoid my gaze from his, but my eyes robotically turned to look at him. He was smirking at me, while he scarfed down breakfast. He winked at me, and pecked me on the cheek, before I shut the door, and went off whistling into the woods. My heart raced wildly, and my face turn flush."See what I mean, he's completely lost it."stated Billy, shaking his head, in forfeit. I thought that I saw him smirk. I stood staring after Jacob, until Billy asked whether I was expecting someone to come in. I composed myself, shut the door, and tried to hide my flushed face. I eagerly began listening to Billy's stories, trying to forget images of Jacob's perfect body. I chortled while eating, and almost choked myself hearing Billy's jokes. I never knew that he could be so jovial.
"Oh hey Billy, Charlie wanted me to tell you he said 'hi' and he was missing his fishing partner. He's sad that he hasn't seen you in weeks." I said, remembering. "Well, with all that's happening, I guess I never had time to catch up to Charlie." replied Billy, sighing. Why was I doing this to people?
"Hey Billy, why don't we have a party at my house?" I suggested, suddenly getting an idea. "Party?" asked Billy, surprised. "Yeah, like a get together. It'll be fun. I'll make pancakes and lasagna had we'll order Pizzas" I said, enthusiastically. "And you can watch the game with Charlie.". "Sounds like a good idea to me."he approved, smiling. "So, did Rachael really put seaweed in Jacob's hair?" I asked, chuckling. "You bet. I made her remove each one."replied Billy sniggering. "I grounded her for weeks. She was so mad at Jacob for ratting her out . But it's still a mystery how the girl thought that she could get away with such an obvious prank.".
He began telling stories of me and Jake when we were kids, which made me sit up. There were so many memories of Jacob, which I couldn't recall, until today. When Jake came back, he was still smiling, and he beamed when he saw me. I smiled back, but unfortunately, and much to my horror, my attention was diverted to his body yet again, and I almost ran into the kitchen. "Son, I'm warning you. You're going to have to close the door this time. I'm having my afternoon nap now. I can't bear to hear any of your loud snoring. And you need to sleep in your room. I'm going to sleep now, and I don't want to be disturbed until dinner, is that clear?" warned Billy. "Sure thing, Dad."replied Jacob, cheerfully. He didn't sound in the least offended. I served Jacob lunch, after he helped Billy on to the bed. Billy demanded that the door remained closed. I tried my hardest to avert my gaze from him, but I almost ended up spilling the lasagna on the table. Jake chuckled, clearly amused at my antics, but all the same, he ate hungrily. He kept giving me the imprint look while eating, and I noticed the glaring black bags under his eyes.
When Jake took his usual position, this time, I decided firmly that he would listen to me. "No Jake, sleep on the bed. You heard what Billy said." I stated. "I'll try to keep it down."he said yawning. "No Jake, you don't understand, you look awful. You really need to rest." I explained, anxiously. I couldn't bear to look at his fatigued face. "Aw come on Bells..." he began. I gave him a bolshie glance."Fine, but you know my condition."he said standing up. "Fine. I'll come to your room." I said, firmly. At this point, I would do anything to get him to rest. He gave me a shocked glance, but noticed my concern. "Alright. Come on."he said, grabbing my hand, leading me up to his room.
He crashed on the bed, kicking the covers down. "Well, aren't you gonna join me?"he asked, patting the bed. I rolled my eyes. "I'll get my book." I said, and went downstairs. When I came back, he was fast asleep, lying on his stomach, his face turned towards me. He had kicked the covers off the bed, and I got a full view of his perfect body. I sat down on the chair next to the bed. I flipped the pages of my book, impatiently. It was an exigent task not to admire Jacob's body. I considered the possibility of going out of the room. Jacob was a distraction. A big distraction. I failed to avoid admiring at his handsome body.
After I was done admiring his flawless body, my attention abstracted to his face. I gazed lovingly at this boy. Jacob Black was the kindest, most patient, loving, and remarkable person I had ever met. He was magnificent in both character and body. He was really breathtaking, and so was yesterday's kiss. I longed to feel his soft lips again. They were amazing. Jacob knew exactly what he was doing. I wondered if he ever had experience in all this. Not that I had much, but I had only kissed a vampire, and there were boundaries too. But with Jacob, there were no boundaries at all. I yearned for another kiss, while I spent another two hours gazing at him. "Bella..." he said in a muffled voice. I jumped. "Bella" he said again. I wondered if he was calling me. Then, I realized that he was dreaming about me. I blushed and felt flattered in unison. It was nice to know that Jake dreamt about me.
I was really not worthy as someone as fantastic as him. He was perfect in every way. Talented, smart, funny, sensitive, sweet and kind. Edward was perfect too. But in a distinct way. He developed all his talents and qualities because he had forever to develop them. But Jacob was naturally talented. All his cheerfulness was genuine. I wondered what I had done to deserve such a fantastic soul mate. Edward's face was breathtaking and beautiful, but Jacob's face was a different kind of beautiful. It gave me pleasure to admire it.
When I noticed the sun go down, I unwillingly left his room to make dinner, and when I was done, I helped Billy onto his wheelchair. I had closed the door, but Jacob's snores could still be heard. "I'm going to have to talk to Sam, and ask him to keep Jacob at his house."complained Billy. I chuckled. "Really Bella, I wonder why he snores so loudly. Don't say genetics. I don't snore that loud that my neighbours complain about it, and neither did his mother. What are you feeding him Bella?" he continued, looked irritated.
"Why Billy, I feed him the exact same thing I feed you." I replied, innocently. "I highly doubt it. No sixteen year old can snore like that."he said snorting. "You're forgetting the werewolf factor." I added. Billy grunted. "I bet none of the others snore this loud."he argued. "Actually, Paul is a lot louder." I stated. "It's deafening sometimes. He stayed over once at Emily's. It was like a motor left running. At least that's what Emily said.". "Clearly she hasn't heard Jacob." disagreed Billy. "Really Billy, it isn't that bad." I comforted. "That's all you know. It's worse at night when he comes home late. It's like a thunderstorm inside the house."countered Billy. I laughed heartily at his declaration. I would tease Jacob about this, and those funny stories too.
I went home, and mentioned the party idea to Charlie, who instantly brightened up. We decided to have the party this Saturday. Jacob didn't show up for lunch the next day. I waited until supper, and when it was time for me to go, Jacob showed up, and crashed on the couch, without saying a word. For the next two days, he didn't show up at all, and I began to worry. Billy joked about how he didn't have to worry about hearing his son's dreadful snores anymore. But he too accredited that something was wrong. Jake wasn't in a physical stipulation to explicate anything to me.
Spring break was ending soon, and I hadn't heard from any of the colleges I had applied to. The Newton's had given me the Spring break off, unexpectedly, since Karen Newton and Mike were out of town for the holidays, and they wouldn't be back until the last day of the spring break. They had left Mr. Newton in charge, who had hired some boys, to change the embellishment of the shop, and this required professional help. So, it was pointless having me there, and I was lucky since a vendetta crazed vampire was chasing after me.
I was vexed that Victoria had made her appearance yet again. I spent hours mindlessly worrying, and Billy's jokes wouldn't comfort me. When I was on my way home, Jacob came up to me. "Honey, park your car in the garage, we need to talk."he said, exhausted. He hopped in, and I did as instructed. "What's wrong Jake?" I asked worried. "Is it Victoria?" I asked, anxiously. "No, it's not her, it's Quil."he replied, sighing. "Quil?" I asked surprised. "Yeah. Quil phased two days ago."he replied, stretching. "Oh, so that's why you were so busy." I acknowledged. So then it must have happened, what everyone was waiting for — Quil joined the pack.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
To my surprise, Jacob snorted. "Don't say that to him."
"What do you mean?"
"Quil's not looking for pity. Just the opposite — he's jazzed. Totally thrilled."
This made no sense to me. All the other wolves had been so depressed at the idea of their friend sharing their fate. "Huh?"
Jacob tilted his head back to look at me. He smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Quil thinks it's the coolest thing that's ever happened to him. Part of it is finally knowing what's going on. And he's excited to have his friends back — to be part of the 'in crowd.'" Jacob snorted again. "Shouldn't be surprised, I guess. It's so Quil."
"He likes it?"
"Honestly . . . most of them do," Jacob admitted slowly. "There are definitely good sides to this — the speed, the freedom, the strength . . . the sense of — of family . . . . Sam and I are the only ones who ever felt really bitter. And Sam got past that a long time ago. So I'm the cry baby now." Jacob laughed at himself. I couldn't laugh along, but I silently acknowledged the last sentence. "So everything's okay then?" I questioned, warily. He nodded, chortling. "You should've seen the look on Quil's face when he found out. He looked like a girl ready to get married! As if he'd been proposed!". I smiled in relief. I mentioned my fear of Victoria coming back. "There's no sign of her since that day."stated Jake, narrowing his eyebrows. "Jake, why do you think Victoria's hasn't shown up yet? It's been long enough."I asked, inquisitive. "Sam says that she's probably planning to come with complete preparation this time, but we're ready for her. We're training Quil too."he replied.
Victoria's menacing face envisioned in my mind, and I flinched. Jacob rubbed my back. "We'll get her soon enough. I never thought I'd ever be saying this, but we have Quil."he comforted, rolling his eyes. I smiled at that. He smiled back. "Jake, you were saying how hard it was for you to get over this wolf thing. Is it still bad?" I questioned, forlornly. "Well, not anymore." he answered, hesitant. "At first it was. Not telling you and stuff, and the imprint, our fight, your breakdown, that vampire... things are hard Bella. And with Quil's phasing, well, things are getting harder.". He paused and leaned back on the seat. "One after the other.". I felt overwhelming misery, as Jake's gloom combined with my pity and empathy. "Oh Jake!" I exclaimed, and flung my arms around his waist, and buried my face in his chest. "It'll all be alright! I'm there now. I'll be there with you all the time!"
I hugged him as hard as I could, and I felt him calm down instantly. He hugged back, and my words apparently comforted him. "Thanks Bells." He muttered. "You don't have to thank me for anything Jake. I'll always be here, no matter what." I assured. "Thank you," he murmured in my ear. I felt a tingly sensation in my spine. Jacob had strange effects on me. He placed his chin on my head, and I had the urge to lose myself into his lovely irises. We remained invariable in that position, warming up to each other's embrace. I sighed, yet again, recalling that I had to go home, which he sensed immediately.
"Come on, let's get you home."he said, stretching. "You're not sleeping?" I asked, surprised. "No, Sam's giving me tonight and tomorrow off for helping Quil. Embry and I were his friends, so Sam figured that if we helped him, he would catch up faster. "So, you're all friends again?" I asked, relieved. He nodded. "I was getting tired of hiding secrets from him. I'm glad it's over now."he stated. The drive home was pleasant. "Jake, please, just tell me next time okay? I was worried sick!"I said, rather loudly.
"Sure thing honey."he said, yawning. As I drove home, he elaborated on Quil's antics while training, and I almost crashed into another car, thoroughly sidetracked. "My, my, Chief Swan won't be happy to hear his only goody two shoes daughter almost smashed another car. It's upsetting really,"he teased, with a wicked grin. I rolled my eyes. "What will people think? The perfect Bella Swan almost got into a car accident."he continued, as I drove down the lane. "I'm sure Charlie won't appreciate knowing this. Luckily I was here to handle it."
"Really Jacob, what did you do? You're the reason why I almost crashed into another car. You're to blame." I said, dubiously. He gave faked a incredulous look."Me? What did I do? I'm perfectly harmless."he said, innocently, fluttering his eyes. I snorted, but chuckled after that. He really seemed more like my Jacob now. "Sure, sure, I'm sure anyone who takes one look at you, wouldn't exactly agree with you." I argued. "What do my looks have to do with anything?"he questioned. "It's not just your looks, it's your personality as well," I stated. "What's wrong with my personality now?"he demanded. "Absolutely nothing, except you have the ability to get everyone's exclusive attention at all times, which is dangerous, and also, you possess the aptitude to make everyone laugh hysterically."I replied, smiling broadly.
"So I make you laugh hysterically huh? I get your undivided attention huh?"he asked, in a husky voice. "Yup, that's right." I replied, feeling a strange sensation in my stomach. I stopped the truck in front of my house. "Well Jake I've got to..." I began, and suddenly noticed the way he was staring at me, and also, how low my voice was. I had that marvellous sensation again, as I lost myself into Jacob's eyes. We gazed into each other's eyes, motionless. Jacob made the first move, and shifted closer to me, and opened his arms to embrace me, and I willingly let him wound his arm around my waist.
My heart began fluttering, as soon as his hot hands were around my mid section. He tilted his head closer to mine, and I mirrored his actions. He lifted my chin up, and I got a better view of those magnificent irises. I moved closer to him, ending the distance between us, and winding my arms around his neck. I could hear his breathing. And finally, his lips met mine. It was just like our first kiss, sweet, wonderful and mesmerizing. My lips moved against his talented ones, which seemed to have my attention. I almost forgot his equally gifted hands, until they started moving up my waist.
He pressed his mouth harder against mine, as I had almost pulled away due to the sensation all around my body. This made me kiss back harder, forgetting those endowed hands of his. I kissed back with equal force, and I pulled him closer, dissatisfied with the distance. He towed me closer, noticing my inconvenience. This kiss was more passionate than our first one. He lowered me and I kept pulling his him closer, as my hands explored his silky hair.
I hung on to him tighter, and my mind went blank, and my body only felt him. I was desperate and unwilling to let go. I loved his warmth around me. This wonderful feeling of heaven on earth. The feeling of my sun with me. Neither of broke apart, until we were out of oxygen. This time, both of us were equally disinclined.
It was one of the best moments of my life. I panted hard, feeling my heart mallet against my chest. I stared down the empty road, not capable of feeling any other sensation. It seemed unfair that my body should react this way, since I was sure that I would pass out. Jacob always had an effect on me, but this effect was unlike any other of his previous ones. It took me a while to compose myself, since Jacob's hormones seemed to dominate his imprint on me. Jacob sat on the passenger seat, breathing hard, but he wasn't looking me. He was gazing straight ahead, and had a blissful look across his face. His face glowed with ecstasy and his irises shone like the shimmering moonlight. My eyes softened at the expression. My Jacob, my sun. I smiled at him blissfully. How I adored this boy. He was my reason to live, and the reason to enjoy my life.
Jacob went home after a while, with rapturous demeanour, clearly overjoyed. I gazed lovingly after him. I parked my car in the driveway, and unlocked the door, and for once, I didn't mind the darkness. When I was done preparing dinner, I surprisingly heard the phone ring, and assumed that it was Charlie.
"Hello, Charlie?" I said.
"No Bella, it's me," said Renee, much to my astonishment.
"Hi Mom, how are you?" I chimed delighted.
She seemed stunned at my joyful tone. "Hi Bella, I'm fine honey, how are you?" she asked, slightly dazed.
"I'm great Mom!" I blurted out, before thinking, like a reflex action. "How's Phil?"
"He's fine dear, he says hi. Bella, I've called three times already today. Why didn't you pick up the phone?"
"Oh, sorry Mom, I was out." I replied, hastily.
"Where were you all day?" she questioned.
"At LaPush. At the Black's place." I answered, hoping she wouldn't pry too much.
"Oh, so you and Charlie were at Billy's?" she questioned, surprised. "I didn't think he would get weekdays off."
"Er no, Mom, Charlie wasn't with me. Just me." I answered uncomfortably.
"Oh. What did you do?" she asked, intriguingly. I knew what she was hinting at.
"Uh...nothing much, just hung out with Jake and Billy. Billy was telling me some childhood stories of me and Jacob." I replied, cautiously.
"Really? That's nice. Did he tell the time when I dressed you two up?" she said, jovially.
"Uh no. He didn't mention anything about that," I said, getting my previous fervour.
Renee launched into a comical tail of how she and Sarah, Jacob's mother, had dressed Jacob, me, Rachael and Rebecca, for a photo session. I laughed heartily when she narrated Jacob's most embarrassing moment, when his pants fell off, and Renee clicked the picture at the exact moment. I had one of the liveliest conversations I had ever had with my mother. I enlightened her about my daily events, how I was spending my Spring break, how things were changing between me and Jacob, which she had eventually guessed. No surprise there, but she was overjoyed, when I accidently muttered about our first two kisses.
"Oh honey, is he a good kisser?" she asked, squealed in excitement.
"Mom!" I exclaimed, in humiliation.
"I want to know all the details!" she squealed, delighted.
I explicated, my kissing experience with Jake, feeling mortified, and my face turning red with embarrassment. I'm glad that she couldn't see me; otherwise she would go on about it. Renee shrieked at every juicy detail.
"My baby girl's growing up! Finally! So, when are you planning to kiss him next?" she said, enthralled.
"Mom!" I exclaimed, turning scarlet.
"Honey, kissing in his car in his garage is not exactly I what I call romantic, and your car too, you should've picked a better place,"she stated, disapproving.
"Mom, does it really matter?" I asked, a little annoyed.
I couldn't understand the whole point of the location. It was the person that mattered, not the place. And with Jacob, well, I didn't choose the place or moment, it just sort of happened.
"But Mom, isn't that how kisses were supposed to be?" I asked, inquisitive. "Isn't it the person, and not the place that matters?"
"Well of course honey, the person matters, but the place where you've kissed matters too. It makes the memories more unforgettable."she replied, sensibly.
"Oh," was all that I said.
"So honey, next time you kiss, think about the place first."she advised.
"Okay Mom," I mumbled. "Hey Mom, can I ask you something?" I said, suddenly getting an idea.
"Sure honey, you don't need my permission, you can do anything you want," she stated.
"Uh no, it's not that. I want to ask you something about your ancestors." I clarified.
"Ancestors?" she repeated, sounding astonished.
"Yeah, about that, well, are all of your ancestors albinos?" I said, gulping.
"Well, honey, my great grandfather suffered from albinism, and so did the generations before him, so I guess they were all albino. Why do you ask?" she stated, her tone, astounded.
"Are you sure none of your ancestors were...uh...Quileute?"
"No, of course not! Bella, why are you asking all this?" she asked in an authoritative tone.
"Well Mom, I got curious, that's all," I said, which was a part of the unbelievable truth.
"Bella..." began Renee.
"Mom, are you sure you don't have any Native American ancestors, or does Charlie have any?" I pressed.
"No honey, we don't. Charlie and I were both from the North Pacific region, but...Charlie may have had some Native ancestors."she began defensively, but later began musing.
My heart skipped a beat. "I recall him telling something about some stories of his ancestors. I suppose they were natives. Well, they were his far off relations..." she explained, thinking hard.
I urged her to recall, but her attempts went in vain, as she could remember only bits and pieces. "Honey, why don't you ask Charlie?" she suggested in the end. "He may remember."
"Oh, okay Mom, I'll do that." I said, resigned.
"So, you didn't answer my earlier question, why did you ask me all that?" she asked, curious.
"Well, Mom, Billy was talking about bloodlines and ancestors the other day, and got me thinking... if I had any Native Americans ancestors. Their history seems fascinating." I replied, truthfully.
"Sorry to disappoint you honey, but I'm pretty sure we don't have Native American ancestors. Ask Charlie, he may enlighten you, and honey, you shouldn't spend so much time listening to Billy's stories, he may bore you, or influence you too much. I'll have to talk to Charlie about it. Billy had never told me about his tribal legends, I'm surprised that he told you."she said, in a censorious voice.
Renee was never a person to take interest in Native American tribes, and their history, so obviously Billy wouldn't have told her either way. She scarcely knew some of their names. "Okay Mom, say hi to Phil for me. Bye," I said, pleasantly.
"Bye baby, I will, I love you."she said and hung up.
Charlie came back soon after. I eagerly waited until he finished dinner. "Hey Dad, Mom called today," I informed. "Oh, that's nice. How is she?" he said, eating the casserole. "She's fine. Um...Dad, I was talking to Billy the other day, and well, he was telling me some Quileute legends, and that got me wondering... do you have any Native American ancestors?" I said, vigilantly. Charlie pondered for a few seconds."No, I don't think so. I'm not a direct descendent."he replied. "I was swiftly disappointed. "But Mom said that you told her some stories about your ancestors once," I pressed. That got him frowning, and thinking hard. "When exactly did I exactly tell her?"he asked. "I can barely remember."
I rolled my eyes. When else would he have told her? When they were still married of course. I couldn't state this hurtful fact, so I remained silent. Charlie continued pondering, but finished dinner. "Bella, I'm not sure if I told her. I may have some ancestors, from the West Pacific, and they were Native Americans I suppose. Some of my relatives live in the South, they may know better."he stated. "Could you find out?" I asked, hopefully. Charlie laughed, scrutinizing my expression. "You sure seem keen on being Native American. Billy's influence I suppose,"he joked. I gave a small laugh. "Alright, I'll find out."he promised, and I brightened up instantly. "I'll have to talk to Billy, to order him to stop telling you all these stories, or you'll end up turning pro- Quileute."he teased. "Mom said the same thing. Well, except that she said the stories would bore me." I stated. "She said she would talk to you about it the next time."
Charlie chuckled. "Then I better get an official order. I can't fight against your mother. Billy has to keep his stories to himself, or face Renee's wrath,"he said, genially. "Too bad, I really like listening to them." I teased back, pretending to look mournful. Charlie laughed, but put on a solicitous expression. "You know, Billy never told me any of his tribe's stories, even though we've friends for years! He's very possessive about his tribe and their history; I'm shocked that he told you of all the people."he stated, much to my fear. Renee had said the same thing,which got me worried now. Both of them were suspicious. How would I explicate it to them? How would I explain about me being an official member of the tribe?
And the fact that my soul mate was a giant werewolf, and I can't stay away from him even if I want to, made things worse. And if I tried, it would kill me. It seemed pathetic, unbelievable and yet astounding. It astonished me that Billy hadn't told Charlie, who was his best friend. "Well, I guess he just got bored and we ran out of conversational topics."I offered, which was a fact. "If you say so."said Charlie shrugging, but he didn't seem convinced enough. So I hastily changed the topic to the party we were throwing this Saturday. My plan worked, and Charlie was preoccupied. He decided to make it a grand event since it was the semi finals of the hockey season.
We decided to have lunch and watch the game, which mostly Dad and Billy would be doing, and if Jake came, he would settle for the nearest bed. Or my lap, chest or shoulder, I thought blushing furiously. I recalled his desire for us to share his bed. That made me blush even more. I assured myself that he would be at patrol and that I wouldn't be distracted with his body. My body was reacting abnormally these days. Not that it always didn't, but recently, my hormones didn't seem to collaborate with the rest of my body. I had my back turned towards Charlie, and luckily, he couldn't see me. Otherwise, my expression would've given away my personal thoughts, which I'm sure Charlie wouldn't like to know.
I went to my room, my heart beat speeding up, as I thought about Jacob. I yearned for him to be beside me right now, as I recalled the feel of his arms on my face, his breath on my skin. Jacob had an everlasting effect on me. An effect I couldn't control right now. I lay on my bed, gazing at the few stars in the sky, hoping to compose my uncultivated hormones.
