A/N Twilight & its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

A nice big Hi! to the newbies...especially all of you who like Edward and Bella together...I dunno if you've kept reading..but I enjoyed your reviews nevertheless...and All I Need by Radiohead is so on my playlist...it just hasn't made it into the story yet...

BPOV

Jake and I spent the day curled up on the couch, watching movies as snow fell outside. My cell phone, muffled by the thick material of my purse, rang a few times. I just let it ring; the rest of the world could wait. I stayed on the couch with my cheek pressed against Jake's chest as if nothing else mattered.

That night, Jake carried me into the bedroom. "Stay with me," he urged, "If only for tonight."

"Okay," I agreed, kneeling on the bed as I wrapped my arms around Jake's neck, "I'll stay, as long as you promise to make love to me." I grabbed the waist of the oversized shirt Jake had given me and pulled it up over her head.

I gazed at him, "Can you do that Jake? Can you make love to me tonight?"

He swallowed hard and nodded his head, "I'll do anything you want me too." Jake wrapped an arm around my waist and lowered me to the bed.

Jake's stubble scratched my neck as he kissed a trail down to my collarbone. He slid a thumb under the strap of the lacy bra I was wearing. He slid it down my shoulder slowly. "You're beautiful," he whispered against my chest as he kissed the swollen nipple and sucked gently.

A moan escaped from some deep part of my throat. I tugged at the hem of his shirt; Jake pulled away, pulled his shirt up over his head and flung it across the room. I traced the contours of his chest with my index finger; he shivered and pushed me back into the bed. His fingers dancing over my waist and slipping inside my panties, fingers met flesh and moved against me until the pleasure boiled over and I lay there quivering.

Jake was on top of me. I gasped, a low moan emerging from my throat, and we moved together, in the throws of passion. He pulled me closer to him, sitting us both up, whispering into my ear. Passion, desire, yearning, craving, whatever you wanted to call it, spilled over then as I climaxed. My head fell back, as Jake delivered another wave of delight. My toes involuntarily curled, and I screamed out his name. Wave after wave of sexual goodness washed over me, as Jake made love to me. He gathered me tighter in his arms and devoured my mouth. I came again, moaning into his mouth as he sucked my bottom lip. He had his release them, groaning something against my neck as he did. If I didn't know any better I would have sworn he said, "I love you."

The sun, shiningly brightly in my eyes woke me the next morning. I rolled over and laid my head on Jake's chest and watched as his chest rose and fell.

"You awake?" he asked, yawning.

"Yes. You really need to get some curtains," I complained.

Jacob chuckled, "Move in with me and I'll buy some curtains."

"That's a dirty tactic," I said as I traced random patterns across his chiseled abdomen.

"You leave me with no other options," he said. "I've got to find some way of convincing you that here is where you should be."

"It's still dirty," I called as I climbed out of bed. I picked up the shirt I'd worn yesterday and slid it over my head. "I should probably check to see who kept calling me yesterday. It's probably Alice, calling to bug me about you."

I walked into the living room and retrieved my phone. Seven missed calls, the screen blinked when I opened my phone. I hit the button to bring up the call log; one from my mother, one from a number with a Forks area code, three from Edward and two from Alice.

What the hell? I wondered as I called Alice. The phone didn't even ring once before Alice answered.

"Oh my god Bella, are you okay?" Alice sounded frantic and scared.

"Yes, I'm sorry I should have called you last night."

"Everyone's been trying to get a hold of you; Edward, your mom, me and Carlisle. Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Wait; why is Carlisle trying to get a hold of me, what's going on Alice?" The icy hand of panic grabbed a hold of my stomach and squeezed.

"Bella- it's your Dad. He-there was an accident. It's not good," Alice said softly.

"What!?" I shrieked "Alice what are you talking about an accident? What happened to Charlie?"

I saw Jake come down the hallway, concerned lines etched around his eyes. "All I know is there was black ice on the highway, a logging truck lost control and there was an accident. I think you should go home and see him. Carlisle's not sure if he's going to pull through. It's still touch and go at this point. You mom's flying in from Jacksonville later today."

I sank to the floor; I think my heart must have stopped as soon as she told me Charlie was in an accident. Jake rushed behind me and wrapped his arms around me, "It's okay, your dad will be fine," he soothed.

"Bella are you still there?" I heard Alice say. Jake took the phone from me; I turned my face into his chest and sobbed.

"Hi, Alice right?" he said. "Okay, alright. Yes, I'll make sure that happens. Okay. Thank you." He snapped the phone shut and took me by the shoulders.

"Bella, look at me," he commanded.

I gazed at him through tear filled eyes. "Your dad is going to be fine. But he needs you. Alice said she can have someone come get you and drive you to Forks if you want. Do you want someone to drive you home?"

I took a deep breath, Time to be strong, I thought, and shook my head. "No, I can drive myself," I told Jake.

"Are you sure? If you don't want someone else driving you, I will."

I clasped the side of his face, "You sweet. Thank you for offering. I can drive up there, I'll be fine."

"Okay," Jake looked at me unsurely, "If you're sure you'll be okay."

I nodded; the tears had all dried up now. My dad would be fine; he was even more stubborn than I was. He wouldn't give up with out a fight. "I have to take a shower and go home and pack."

Jake nodded and headed toward the bathroom, I heard the water turn on a few minutes later. I set my phone down next to my keys and went to join him.

JPOV

She kissed me before she got in her car, "I'll call you when I get to Forks and let you know what's going on."

"Are you sure you're okay to drive?" I asked, still concerned that this brave face she put on was just an act, and as soon as she was out of sight she was going to fall apart. But she inhaled and let out a shaky breath, "I'm as okay as I can be under the circumstances. I won't do anything stupid and I will pay close attention to the road. I promise."

I kissed her again, "Come back to me," I said softly and closed the door. She started the engine and rolled the window down. "I will, Jake. I care about you too much not to."

I watched Bella drive off into morning rush hour. Once she turned the corner I headed back upstairs and sat down on the couch. It was horrible what happened to her father, it was more horrible not knowing if he was going to be okay or even how badly he was injured.

She called at noon, "Hey there good looking," she said.

"Hello beautiful. Are you home yet?"

"Not yet. I just stopped in Port Angeles to get some gas and grab a bite to eat. I'll be home in about an hour. I talked to my mom, her flight gets in at four, and I talked to Carlisle, Edward's father. He said the accident was pretty bad, but wouldn't say much more than that. He said we'd talk more about it when I get to the hospital. How's your day been?"

I sighed, "It's alright. I'm thinking about going downstairs and seeing if I can paint a bit. See if I can still meet out deadline."

"Oh God Jake I completely forgot about that," she cried.

"Bella its fine, don't worry about it. The show will still be there when you get back. And if Jared doesn't want to wait, then I'm sure another gallery would love to give me a show. It's not a big deal. Just worry about your dad."

"Okay. Well look, I'm gonna let you go. I'm gonna head out. I'll call you later."

"Alright Bella; be careful."

"I will Jake. Bye."

"Bye," I said.

I took the phone and went downstairs. I needed twelve more completed paintings before Jared would give me a show. Slacking off yesterday had really set me back, but Bella needed it. With everything that happened the day before I couldn't blame her, it had been a long day. I looked at the painting on the easel, it was mostly finished. I laughed, thinking back to that movie The Princess Bride, and the crazy miracle man, mostly dead, mostly finished, same thing right?

I picked up a couple of brushes and some paint and stood before the easel staring at it. Okay, I can do this. I dipped a brush in some paint and held it over the canvas. It hovered there for a few seconds, I heard our conversation from this morning, words echoed in my ears, Come back to me…I will, I care about you too much not… I lowered the brush to the canvas; my hand trembled, paint smeared across the canvas. I dropped the brush; it clattered to the floor spraying paint everywhere.

I grabbed a rag and wiped the streak of paint off the canvas and picked up the brush I'd dropped. "Knock it off," I said to myself, "She's only gonna be gone for a few days. It's not like she left you and is never coming back. Now paint, goddamn it."

I tried three more times to finish the painting. The only I succeeded in was ruining it. I set it aside and tried to figure out what was wrong with me. It was obvious I could do this. Painting was easy, fun, when Bella was here, but as soon as she was gone I couldn't do it. Maybe I'd take the painting with me on my next appointment and talk to Dr. Fuller about it.

Bella called again later that afternoon. She sounded weary when I answered the phone. "It's bad Jake. Both of his legs, his left arm and a couple of ribs are all broken. But at least he's stable now, and awake. When he saw the cut on my cheek he damn near walked out of here to go back to Seattle and kill Edward. I had to explain to him that I fell on the ice. He didn't believe me until I told him how I fell. Did you get any painting done?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "No. I tried to finish the picture we'd been working on the other day. The only thing I did was ruin it."

"Aw Jake, I'm sorry. Keep trying, you'll get it," she urged.

"I will Bella, I'll try again tomorrow."

"Do that don't let my being gone stop you; you're a talented artist, you don't need me to paint. Think about what inspired you to paint in the first place and run with it. Oh, I gotta run, my mom just got here. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Alright beautiful, I'll talk to you later. Bye."

"Bye Jake."

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So I know the lemon prolly wasn't that great...sorry if it sucked...still a skill I'm trying to hone...