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Chapter 12: He Shouts
"You know, every day I would pick a different memory of you and play it over and over and over again in my mind, until every hair, every freckle, every part of you was exactly as I remembered."
- Gilbert Blythe, Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story
I wonder why I'm not more upset about my mother's desertion. The only reason I can think of is because her mood had put me into a depressive state that I was helpless to fight. Now without her here, I can breathe. I love my mother, but it was too much. I know I could have been stronger. I could have fought against the darkness and chose to rise above the pain, but I just found it impossible. My mother's misery was my company. That's all I knew. That's all I wanted to know at the time.
Or maybe I just missed my dad more.
No, that wasn't it. My mother was always very attentive with me. She loved me. My father, on the other hand, showed his affection toward me differently. I always, secretly, at the back of my mind, wondered if my dad loved my mother more. Is that right? Shouldn't he love us equally? Or shouldn't he love me more? Shouldn't the love for your child make all other loves seem petty? I was always given that impression from books and movies and television. The parents were so hasty as to divorce one another, and yet they couldn't bare parting or causing pain to their children. I found that that didn't seem to be the case for my father.
He left my mother too, yes. But I sincerely doubt he left willingly.
I mean, of course, my father loves me. I know he loves me dearly. It's just...it wasn't the same as my mother's doting adoration. So, I guess I was jealous of my mother.
My mother had it all. She had me, her never-failing husband (as of late), an ex-boyfriend who was still her best friend, a father who was willing to overlook his fears to be close to her, a sister who made sure she was always happy and fashionable, adoptive parents who thought the world of her for bringing happiness to their first son, and even more new brothers and sisters who care for her deeply.
And even more than that, she could hold the attention of my father. I can't count the amount of times where I had been having a conversation with dad, when my mother would walk in and his eyes would wander to her and I would be forgotten. Maybe it would only be a temporary forgetfulness, but I slipped out of his mind momentarily, nevertheless.
I was always second on his list of important things. Well, now third, since my mother was bumped to second place because apparently something else entirely was important as to be his new number one priority as he gallivanted off across Europe.
Yes, I heard my Uncle Jasper speaking with him on the phone. France. That's where he is. No contact for months and then he calls Jasper so they can bond over God knows what in Paris. It was infuriating. I haven't told anyone though. Let them have their secrets, see if I care. My mother obviously doesn't care what the hell my father does anymore, so why should I? I shouldn't and I don't.
I was home in my room with my mom when Jasper's phone rang. He was in his study and he must have thought that I wasn't paying attention because he answered his phone swiftly and I heard the voice – briefly, might I add – of the man who had brought so much despair to my family.
"Jasper. It's time. I need you to get on the next flight to Paris. Immediately."
That was all he said. No, 'hello'. No, 'how are you?' No, 'how's my wife and daughter?' Just an order in a monotone voice. I didn't allow my emotions to get the better of me so as to reveal to Jasper that I had heard my father's voice. I kept my anger and unwanted joy hidden until Jasper had raced out of the house with a quick farewell to Alice.
So, now I found myself dwelling on everything that has happened for the past few months since my mother left; which had made my mood lighter and happier. But, when I was alone, I would dwell. I was a dweller.
But when Jacob was present, I was happy. I hadn't given myself permission to be happy in such a while that it was such a relief to smile and jump and play with my boyfriend once again.
But, boy, when I got the chance I dwelled.
Which, included coming up with a thousand different scenarios for when my father comes home. If he comes home...
I imagined myself being furious and attacking him with such malice that I actually beat him at a fight. Of course, he never fought back in my dream sequence, because that would be unfair to me. But he lost every time when I conjured up this ideal reaction to his homecoming.
In another fantasy, we had all packed up and left, so that when he came home the house was empty and he had no idea as to where we could possibly be in the world. Of course, there were many flaws to this idea. For example, Jacob couldn't exactly up and leave the pack, who were so unwilling to leave their tribe. Another was Carlisle and Esme would never agree to do it. And finally, Jasper was seemingly with my dad and Alice wouldn't be so keen as to be kept away from her husband more than necessary.
Strangely, I found my mind taking me into a completely political direction to his homecoming. I briefly pictured myself standing in Papa's office awaiting his arrival. Once my father would walk up the stairs and open the door to Carlisle's room, he would find me sitting in my grandfather's chair, looking very formal in business attire. I don't know why I picture myself in a lovely suit, but I did. When my dad would slowly approach the desk he would see legal documents of my request of emancipation. I wasn't sure that if I filed for emancipation that it had to be from both parents, because I rather it just be from a Mr. Edward Cullen. Another flaw to this hole of a plan was that legally I didn't exactly exist. Sooo...again that didn't work out at all for a good scenario.
And with all those possible reactions to those possible situations I had thought up for when he returned there was one, that I often had, that was always fleeting because I would push it away as soon as it entered my mind. I was ashamed with myself for even thinking it, but sometimes the idea was so appealing that I allowed myself to run away with it at times.
It's a foolish image of my dad returning and me standing behind the rest of the family. They all greet him with hugs and kisses of welcome and words of how they all missed him and he being all bashful as he responded back kindly. Then, in a cliché fashion, they would part and it would just be me staring shyly at him and he would look down at me, a slow soft smile crossing his features. His expression would look apologetic and remorseful and he would take two giant steps toward me before stopping. We would stand there staring at one another trying to find the courage as to who would speak first when finally I would burst into tears and jump into his arms. We would hold onto one another in a fierce hug and he would whisper over and over again how sorry, selfish and stupid he was for leaving me and he regretted it every single day that he was away. He would tell me he loved me and he would never leave me and mom again.
I would curse myself furiously every single time I let myself think too much about it, or even at all. He didn't deserve anything from me. He deserved to be a lonely old man for the rest of his existence.
I crossed my arms bitterly and was under the impression that I may possibly be pouting like a big baby. I tried to lighten my expression, but found that it was fighting me to stay in a sour mood.
Here I was sitting at the reception of a wedding and all I could do was feel sorry for myself. I wasn't any better than my absent father. I tried to force a smile on my face but only felt that it came out as a grimace.
This was Embry's wedding day for God's sake and all I could do was be upset? Shame on me! Nana would scold me for sure for my behavior. It's unforgivable! At least I gave Embry and his new blushing bride a lovely gift...Alice picked it out.
Embry had found his wife about four months ago. He claims that he was bitter toward Quil and Jacob one afternoon because they kept mooning over Claire and me, so Embry had stormed off sick of their complaining and had gone for a nice run. He had wandered over to Missoula, Montana and morphed back into his human form. As he wandered the streets, not really paying attention, he nearly rammed into a woman and her son. The woman's name was Lydia and she was thirty, she was approximately five years older than Embry. Her son's name was Boone and he was six. Boone adored Embry almost as much as his mother. They were already such a happy little family. The three of them were dancing with one another, Lydia's beautiful black kinky hair pulled back into a bun and her skin, darker then Embry's, wrapped around her new husband's neck. I smiled a true smile as I gazed at their perfect family picture. Was someone getting a picture of that moment? I looked around to see several cameras flashing away.
I heard a groan as Kim eased into the chair next to me at the empty table I was sitting at. Everyone was dancing. Kim was about six months pregnant and her swollen stomach looked like she was about ready to pop at any moment. I didn't know much about babies, but I'd already seen Emily have two, and she hadn't looked nearly as big as Kim.
"Are you carrying twins?" I asked, offhandedly.
"Yep," Kim winced, clutching her stomach. I was a bit alarmed at this news.
"Oh. Are you okay?" I asked, concerned as her face contorted slightly.
"Yeah, yeah. They just love to fight with one another," she said. "You didn't know I had two little babies in here?" she asked, patting her stomach affectionately. I shook my head. "Well, you tell Jacob to smarten up. He ought to tell his woman everything."
"Right. So, twins. You know what you're having?" I ask.
"Twins."
My eyes narrow slightly. "Yes. But, what's the sex of the babies?"
"Oh, haha. Sorry, yeah, I'm having two boys." Kim shook her head and reached for a wine glass that was filled with water. "Is this anybody's?"
"Not that I know of –"
"Great. God, it's so hot in here." She drained the glass in about two seconds and leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
Watching Kim was really turning me off the idea of pregnancy. And after hearing the horror stories of my birth, I wasn't too thrilled with the prospect of carrying babies to begin with. I looked around at the crowded tent. It was arranged on the beach and was nailed down thoroughly with about thirty pegs at each rope. The winds were howling and the rain was pelting hard on the white canvas, but it was holding up. I was surprised, but the packs had spent hours prepping and making sure that this worked out. The ground in the tent was sand, and it was nice enough that I took my shoes off and dug my feet into the beach. It was packed in here and with everyone breathing heavily because they were drunk or dancing or laughing, made it pretty hot in here, like Kim said.
The dance floor was occupied with the wolves and their partners dancing about. Quil was dancing around with Claire who was hitting puberty and I wondered how awkward that must be for their friendship. I didn't dare ask Claire though; she probably was just transitioning into the stage where boys might not be so icky after all and the idea that Quil might be a prospect for her might freak her out. Seth was dancing around with Sam and Emily's daughter Nora who was now four. She stood on Seth's gigantic feet and Seth jumped up and down in an embarrassing jig. Nora seemed to find it hysterical though. In the corner I saw Paul and Rachel heavily making out. They had definitely not lost the spark in their relationship.
Jacob was dancing pretty crazily with Leah at the moment. Leah was laughing loudly as Jacob spun her around in dizzying circles. Leah kept asking him to stop through her laughter but Jacob kept twirling her. Finally the song ended and moved to the next one. Leah pulled herself away breathing deeply and told him she was going to sit down. Jacob whirled around to face me and the grin on his face expanded even wider.
Kim was now snoring softly beside me and her head was leaning back in an uncomfortable position. I grabbed my purse and lifted her head slightly. My bag was soft enough as I placed it under her head to give her a sort of pillow. Luckily, she continued her sleeping. I find myself an expert at maneuvering myself around sleeping people. After nine years of experience due to Jacob, flipping him over when he fell asleep on my arm. I could move him in his sleep without him even realizing it.
"You're such a sweetheart Renesmee," Jacob whispered in my ear as I pulled away from Kim. I turned to find him, sweating and smiling a blinding smile at me. I wiped his forehead, earning his sweat on my hand. He kissed my cheek and sat in the chair on my other side. "Were you watching me dance?" he winked.
"Yeah, you're quite impressive. Where'd you learn to dance like that?" I ask. I pull my chair closer to his and lean forward against his chest and I rest my ear over his heart, which was beating fast. "You're heart is so quick," I look up and frown. "And you're sweating," I remarked while he beamed. "And you're glowing." I pull away from him suddenly and he looks disappointed for an instant before he composes his features back to his elation.
"So? I'm happy."
"Yes, but you've received all these pleasant emotions because of another girl who's not me. The sweating, the pounding heart and that after-sex smile are reserved for me, Jacob Black," I say, my brows furrowing together.
Jacob's mouth hangs open in shock. He blinks several times. "I don't know what to say to that."
"Humph," I grumble. "I'm being a bitch, aren't I?"
Jacob's face doesn't change but he nods anyway. He closes his mouth and leans forward. "You haven't danced with me at all tonight."
"You can't dance," I defend.
"Compared to your family, yes. But if you compare me to these guys," he nods his head to the pack who are dancing like baboons. "I'm practically Fred Astaire."
"I'm not too familiar with that reference. Perhaps, Justin Timberlake?" I ask, shrugging nonchalantly.
Jacob sticks out his tongue in disgust. "You've seen a billion old movies; you very well know who Fred Astaire is, more than stupid boy band guy..."
"I know, I know, I'm teasing. Obviously I didn't do it very well," I lean forward into his chest once again, this time he locks his arms around me so I can't pull away a second time.
"Aw, Ness!" I try to turn around to see who said that, but Jacob won't let me. I see from the corner of my eye, Jared standing over Kim. "Did you do this?"
I nod, though it is difficult in this death-grip.
"Thanks, you're very kind to her. She hasn't been very nice to people tonight. Her hormones have been as unpredictable as Paul's temper," Jared says. He leans over and gently shakes his wife. "Honey, wake up. We're going home, now."
She grunts and swats his hand away. "Go away."
"Kim, let's go home. I think our bed is calling to you," he tries. But, Kim moves her head in annoyance and my bag falls to the ground. Her head snaps back and she moans in pain and annoyance.
"Ow!" she cries. She looks up at Jared who is frowning. Tears well up in her eyes and she begins to sob. "I'm such a bitch!" she leans forward and cries into her hands.
"Jared, you and I both imprinted on bitches. What are the chances?" Jacob says.
"Fuck off, Black," Jared snaps as he crouches down and tries to pry Kim's hands from her face.
"Let's get away, I don't want to hear her sniveling and Jared's sweet nothings," Jacob jumps to his feet and pulls me with him. As we walk away, Jacob teeters forward a bit. Jared appears to have thrown a chair at Jacob. Jacob turns around, anger flashing. "If your wife wasn't pregnant, I'd kick your ass, Jared."
"Sure, blame it on the wife. Truth is, you're scared to fight me, Jake," Jared jabs.
"Okay, okay, no fighting in front of an emotional pregnant lady and on the day of your best friend's wedding," I grab his arm and attempt to drag him away from a stupid confrontation.
He turns to me and wonders "Are you taking me to the dance floor?"
"No, I'm taking you home," I say, leading him out of the tent. I breathe in relief, as the sea-salt air fills my senses. I feel my temperature drop a couple degrees as I revel in the cold November winds. "This is nice," I groan and let go of Jacob. I walk further into the night. The waves are crashing into the shore, threateningly. They're pretty high and the idea of jumping into them crosses my mind. But then I think about the dress. Alice would kill me. She might even drown me in the ocean just out of spite.
An idea comes to me and I delve further into the night and closer to the beach. I turn to say something to Jacob only to find him no longer there. I stop and look around. I hear his booming laugh in the tent once again, and irritation flares up inside of me.
Indignantly, I grab the bottom of my dress and yank over my head. I pull off my panties and un-clasp my bra. Before anyone can even know it, I'm running into the ocean. Even with my abnormally high temperature, I can safely remark that the water is very cold. It doesn't bother me as much as it would a full human, but it does make me wince with glee as each wave hits my naked body.
A huge wave hits me and I'm completely submerged. I swim about and the waves are strong. If I'm not careful, they might pull me away. I just have to be aware. I may be super-human, but I'm not invincible. I hold my breath as I go under water nearly completely. I keep my eyes above the water – although it's a challenge with the waves moving about – and I wait for Jacob to come outside, looking for me. He'll get worried. I wait for him, excited. I know it's wrong for me to do this, but I can't help but be irritated at him for leaving my side after I pulled him outside, showing that I clearly wanted to be alone with him. He just pushed it aside as if it were nothing.
Finally he wanders outside with Quil and Claire. Claire is leaning against Quil's arm, her eyes drooping as she fights off sleep. Jacob laughs at something and glances around. Almost immediately his eyes zoom in on my discarded clothing.
"Is she naked?" Quil's voice is in disbelief and amusement.
Jacob strides to the clothes and picks them up. "Nessie?" he calls out, calm at first. But I can hear the panic rising. And so can Quil,
"She's just swimming. She'll be fine, she's half-vampire Jake, remember that!" he calls after Jacob who is jumping into the water calling my name, not even bothering to take off his suit. His expensive suit. Even though I tried to spare Alice of a heart attack with my own clothing, Jacob didn't try and bring her the same courtesy.
I go underwater completely and begin to swim away from him. I remain along the shore as I swim north. My arms are powerfully strong and I'm gliding with a bit of effort through the troubled waters. But I'm moving at a quick pace that no human could ever manage.
Jacob is not a human.
My ankle is gripped by a large hand and my heart jumps in fear. I'm yanked back and then two very warm arms are around my waist and he pulls me above the water and I thrash against him, still feeling slightly scared even though it couldn't be anyone else but Jacob.
"Fuck you¸ Renesmee Carlie Cullen! Fuck you!" He shouts and his mouth is right by my ear, so I recoil from its volume. A tall wave hits me and I swallow a large amount of water. I cough it up and my throat hurts from the salt. A coughing fit starts, but Jacob ignores it. "You are the most selfish, insane, little girl ever! To do this to me! Even as a joke! I am so furious with you at the moment! I can't believe you would do something like this to me! After everything you've already put me through!"
I wish I could regain my regular breathing pattern, but from the lack of oxygen and the current water in my lungs, I'm struggling to breathe at all. And with Jacob yelling at me about stuff that has been building up inside of him for months, well, can't it wait until I catch my breath and we get to shore?
He's on a roll, apparently. So, my potential of receiving CPR will have to wait. More water gets into my lungs as the waves keep on coming. "Jay –c –"
"I'm not finished! Do you know what you did to me? You killed me Nessie. I waited for you for months. And I received nothing from you! You refused to see me! You treated me like dirt! You treated our love like dirt! I felt belittled, hated, betrayed, helpless, despised, disgusting, vile, selfish, and mean and that was all from you! I shouldn't have to feel like that in a relationship! Especially in one that I've invested so much time in! You have no right to make me feel those things! Yeah, you were a bitch! You were a bitch tonight and for the past four months! I thought I was okay with you pretending that everything was alright again with no explanation to your insanity or no real formal apology, but after this little incident, I'm not okay! We're not okay!"
By now he had dragged me to shore and I was clawing at the sand, breathing in raggedly. The water kept hitting me as I lay on the wet sand. He stood above me, continuing his rant. I was trying very hard to pay attention to what he had to say, but I was struggling keeping consciousness.
"You better hope for your sake that you heard every single thing I had to say tonight Nessie. I don't even think I'm done with you yet! If you think that you can just slip back into another one of those comatose states, then you got another thing coming for you because I'm gonna – "
I blacked out; I know that because the next thing I knew was I was in warm arms and Jacob was lightly tapping my cheek, trying to wake me up.
"Nessie, Oh God, fuck me! Nessie, I'm such an idiot! I thought you were faking it. I'm so sorry, baby! Baby? Wake up! Nessie!"
I closed my eyes tightly and then slowly opening, trying to remember everything that Jacob had just said to me. That was my first priority as I blinked several times. Okay, what did he say?
I was selfish, I made him feel bad about himself, I'm a bitch, I deserve death, and I hate myself. God, I wish I could die. I don't want to hear everything I did badly. I know I did badly. But having he say it to me? It was horrible! I'm an evil back-stabbing bitch who doesn't deserve him. How could I have treated him this way? Easy, I'm self-absorbed. I really wish I could get him to stop looking at me apologetically and worriedly. I didn't deserve his kindness. He should be mad at me. He should shout at me for passing out on him.
I coughed and it hurt my throat.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. Nessie. I love you, baby. Forget everything I just said. I love you. I love you. God, I fucking love you," he leaned in and kissed my cheek.
Stop it! Stop! My guilt is going to consume me and I might pass out again. He was kissing me all over my face but I was too weak to push him off at the moment. My limbs felt like jelly.
"Jacob." Bah, my voice sounded awful.
"What is it, baby? Do you want to go home?" he stroked my cheek and it made my eyes droop. Home led to my bed. My bed led to sleep...NO!
"Stop," I mumble, and push him off. He helps me sit up and then he pulls away as I breathe in heavily.
"Maybe, Carlisle should take a look at you..."
"No," I say. "Jake. Take back your apology."
"What? Why? I'm an asshole. I can't believe I let you choke until you passed out. I'm so stupid. I should –"
"Jacob Black. Take it back."
"No!"
"Take it back!"
"No!"
"TAKE IT BACK!" I screech my throat cracking. Ouch.
"NO!" he roars. I breathe heavily. I don't think I can win tonight. I need to win, though. He needs to know how sorry I am for everything I've done to him. Because, honestly. I'm truly sorry. It never hit me, because I'd been too absorbed in my own dilemmas. But now, the guilt was hitting me harder than the waves had.
"Jacob," I gasp. "After w-what I did to you. You have no right to a-apologize t-to me." I stare down at the sand; I see the water hit the beach and rise up under me. I shiver at the coolness. Jacob wraps his arms around me and carries me further up the beach before setting me back down. Did he even hear me?
"Forget everything I said," he murmurs, brushing my damp hair from my eyes and tucking it behind my ear.
"Shut up," I mumble. "Just shut up."
"How about we talk about this later? When your throat isn't burning?"
"Shut up," I inhale and wince at the pain. Jacob shook his head in frustration and leaned away from me on his hands. He stared at me, his face grim. Good, he needed to focus on his previous anger. This was a conversation to which he would be just as unforgiving as he had been five minutes ago.
"Fine, say what you feel you have to."
"Right. Jacob, I'm a jerk. First, for ignoring you for the past four months. Second, for running into the water. I-I want to apologize. You have no idea how sorry I am for treating you the way I did. It was unforgivable and I was being an ungrateful little bitch. You've d-done so much for me, and look, you-you've even stuck by me after I've treated you – like you said, like dirt. You're not dirt, Jake. You're perfect and I was about as imperfect as you can get. I-I don't deserve your k-kindness or your love. I'm so sorry. Everything you said was true." I don't know how I managed to choke all of these words out, but I did. Now, I wanted sleep. Swimming in the ocean while a storm was happening was exhausting.
Jacob didn't take his eyes off me. I held his gaze, not wanting to look away from his deep black eyes. I loved him so much that my heart felt as if it would burst. My breathing was becoming difficult for a whole other reason that didn't involve drowning. Jacob leaned forward to me and rested his hand on the back of my neck.
"Are you up to kissing me?" he asked, seriously. I smiled and nodded. He pressed his lips to mine in the most delicate way that I shuddered from the sweetness of it all. Our mouths moved against one another, quickly finding the familiar rhythm they often took. I opened my mouth and soon our tongues were involved. I held onto him tightly, pulling him closer to me. I fell onto the beach and wanted him on top of me, badly. Luckily, I could heal fast. My throat wasn't searing in pain anymore. It was mostly just throbbing, and Jacob was distracting me from its annoyance.
He pushed his body on to mine, but still kept his weight off with one arm. That wouldn't help with my breathing problem right now, a six-foot-seven sized man crushing me. His clothes were soaking wet, and it was making me shiver, so I began to peel off his jacket and shirt. I fiddled with the tie, and Jacob laughed into my mouth. Eventually I got it off and he was shirtless soon enough.
"It's not fair, I'm already naked," I pout when he pulls away to give me a look that makes me dizzy. My head is spinning as he looks at me with such an amount of love that I feel that I could die perfectly content as long as he stared at me this way.
"I love you. I forgive you. Let's just forget it all and focus on what's important: I want you," his voice was low and husky, my heart pounded at his words and I trembled as our chests touched...
I wasn't sure what time it was when Jacob and I finally reached my house. We walked in through the front door where Rosalie and Alice were watching some girly movie. Their heads turned when we entered. I was thankful that I had taken off my dress and slip before entering the water. My clothes were fine, compared to Jacob's…
Alice gasped. "Jacob! Look at your suit!" she jumped to her feet and Rosalie paused the film they were watching. She squealed in dismay as she pulled the jacket from his hands. She held it and examined it. "Salt water!" she cried. She shook it out and ordered him to take off his clothes so that she could attempt to fix the damages.
"Sorry. Just forget it, I don't need a fancy suit like that," he said stripping off his clothes so that he was only in his boxers. Rose pointedly kept her face away from him; I can see her look of disgust though. I couldn't help but be pleased that she wasn't at all interested in him. I leaned into his now bare body, loving it.
"Everyone needs nice clothing, Jacob," Alice's voice lowered several octaves, and her glare made her look terrifying. Even Jacob backed away a bit in surprise. She darted up the stairs.
"Let's go to bed," I say, making my voice as sexy as it could be. Jacob perked up and his light expression began to smolder as he ran a hand up my side suggestively.
"That is not happening in this house, Renesmee Cullen," Rosalie scolded.
I frowned. "Fine, we already did it on the beach anyway," I snap and run up the stairs giggling, holding onto Jake's hand and pulling him behind me. He lifted me up once we reached the top of the stairs and swung me around. He rested me on my feet and grabbed my hand. He raised his arm and began twirling me like he had Leah, earlier. I tried to stop him, but he kept spinning me and I kept laughing so he thought it was okay.
We reached my door and he opened it so that it wouldn't slow down my spinning and moving. We reached the bed and I fell onto my side with Jacob following suit.
I laughed and held my head as the room was spinning madly by me. I had trouble focusing on Jacob who was grinning at me. Finally the world stopped and I climbed on top of him, straddling his body.
"Blondie, said no," he tutted. But he definitely wasn't agreeing with what she said since his whole body was now alert.
I leaned in and kissed him. "I know, that's why we're going to sleep," I jumped off him and pulled off my dress so I was in just my slip. I brought back the covers and crawled under getting all cozy.
He groaned and pulled off his boxers and climbed into bed next to me. I raised my eyebrows at his lack of clothing. "What? They're wet!" he defended. I shook my head and shimmied up to his side, and rested my head on his chest. I sighed, feeling so happy.
"G'night," I yawned, my energy draining fast. But, Jacob was already asleep. I snuggled closer and let sleep drift over me as well.
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