Jacob's POV
It's been three months since we moved to Lynchburg, and a little over two months since we moved out—me and Edward.
Edward found this little house close to his college—which he'll start this fall. My highschool is a few blocks away, but to my surprise, the present for joining their family and taking the stick out of Edward's ass—or pushing it up further, because he liked that apparently, as Emmett added—I got a bike. It's a real good bike too, nothing compared to that scrap metal Bella brought to me last year to restore.
Today is a big day, and I'm going to spill the beans without meaning to. I know I will. Hiding my thoughts from Edward isn't my forte. I've been trying, but it always backfires on me.
Thankfully, when I woke up, he wasn't home. There was a note on the table saying not to eat anything, because he was out getting food. I got this funny image of him dragging back a mountain lion. Funny.
But now, an hour later, I'm hungry. It's true, we don't have much food; enough to keep me satisfied, but definitely not enough for a growing teenage boy.
While rummaging through our cupboards, I hear the keys in the front door.
"Finally!" I shout, charging into the hallway. I push aside the thoughts of how inappropriate it is of me to greet my boyfriend like that on his birthday.
Edward looks at me startled. His hands are empty.
Food? "Where's my promised breakfast?" I know I'm pouting.
His clear golden eyes widen.
No way! I burst in laughter. Vampires can forget things. Who knew?
I trudge back to the kitchen to track down some leftovers.
"Jacob, I'm so damn sorry. I can't believe it slipped my mind."
"It's nice to know you're sated and all, while I'm starving," I grumble, turning to fix him with a stare.
"Let me make it up to you. Anything. What can I get you?" He wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my cheeks repetitively. "Would you like to go to a fast food place to grab breakfast?"
Today isn't about me, but I can't say no. I grin at him, hoping like hell he didn't catch my last thought. "Make it McDonald's and you've got yourself a deal."
"What's with you kids and that fast food restaurant? Okay, anything you want. Go, get dressed." He pushes me toward our bedroom.
Within five minutes, we're out the door. I love it when we hold hands. It's always a strong grip, tightening whenever someone gives us a funny look.
McDonald's is almost deserted at nine in the morning during summer in this town. Edward tells me to find a table and he'll go order. I've stopped wondering how he knows exactly what I want. It's obvious.
I slump in a booth near the window and rest my cheek in my palm, eyeing my hot, sexy vampire boyfriend. He seems in his element, chatting with the lady behind the counter, throwing a crooked smile for effect. I can't even get jealous with him. I know he'll always be mine and that he doesn't care about anyone else.
When he turns to head to our table, he winks at me. Placing the tray on the table, he slides in next to me. This booth is small—for one person, but he squeezes himself, draping his arm over my shoulders and grinning lazily.
"One coffee would have been more than enough," I tell him as I grab the Egg McMuffin.
"One is mine. I couldn't just order for you. It would have been weird." He takes one cup and holds it between his hands.
I pour sugar in mine, before blowing on it and taking a sip. Hot. GAH!
Surprisingly warm hands cup my cheeks, before Edward's cool mouth covers mine, opening it and blowing cold air. I think I understand the meaning of the saying spontaneous combustion. His lips quirk up against mine before he pulls back.
"Oops. I think I broke that girl's heart," he whispers, not sounding sorry.
I follow his gaze and see the girl who served him, watching us in disappointment. "What's she thinking?" I blurt.
"The hot ones are always taken or gay. In our situation...both." He chuckles, then cringes. "Ungh. Now she thinks it's hot. The way we kissed."
"It was," I insist, pecking his mouth, before returning to my breakfast.
"So what do you want to do today? It's supposed to be overcast, so we can spend some time outside."
I shrug, pushing back the thoughts of the party Alice is planning. But he's right. We haven't spent much time outside over the past week because of the sunny days. Not like we haven't found things to do inside—like, each other. Pun totally intended.
"We can go to the park? Maybe start planning that expedition to Appalachian Trail?" I know how much he wants that. It seems to mean a lot to him.
"That means you've decided!" His face glows with happiness. "I already have the list made. You can look over it."
"Presumptuous much?"
"Big words there, darling." He taps my nose. "Eat before it gets cold. I hear it doesn't taste good cold."
I lick my lips, imagining me sucking him. "It tastes delicious cold."
"Jake!" He chokes out. His hands go around the cup, and now I realize why they were warm a little while ago. I go back to eating.
Even this silence isn't uncomfortable. It's great to be next to him. His fingers play with the hair at the nape of my neck, which causes a huge empty feeling in my stomach. It's a welcomed feeling, not a bad one, but it kind of spoils my appetite. I guess love does make you feel sated...on every level.
Edward leans closer and peppers kisses on my neck. "I love you," he breaths in my ear, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine.
I love you, too. I can't say it out loud, because I'm afraid what will leave my mouth is going to be an embarrassingly loud moan.
Once I'm done eating, we stay until I finish my coffee. He insists I drink his cup too, but I decline, knowing I'll spaz around from too much energy.
Checking my phone, I see it's time to take him to his family.
"I was hoping we could spend the day alone," he interjects, catching onto my thoughts.
"I promised Alice to look at her new clothes. I seem to be the only one to understand her."
"Who thought she'd corrupt you and turn you into a princess?"
"Edward!" I slap him, but it's all in fun. I really do like shopping, and accompany Alice many times. She's bought me tons of cool stuff, which I plan to repay her for as soon as I can find a decent job. And to Edward's princess comment...that's not entirely true. I've seen flamboyant gays, and I'm not one. I do own a pair of rainbow pants, which I wear inside and only for Edward's eyes, but my unicorn shirt is not that bad, nor the sparkly jacket I got on sale last week.
"Fine, whatever. But we're in, you see her crazy new acquisition, squee over it, then we're out."
"Party pooper."
"I want to spend this day alone with you."
This day. So he must know something.
His arm comes around my neck, bringing me closer. "I may be old, but I'm not stupid. I remember today is my birthday. For the record, I also know Alice is preparing a grand party. She's nothing if not predictable."
"Oh, but...b-b-ut you didn't hear anything from me!" I say panicked.
"No." He kisses my temple.
"How do you know then?"
"She always does it. I usually ignore her. Or don't show up for a few days." He throws me a killer smile. "Let's go."
At their house, we're greeted by Jasper. He has a wary look on his face. His eyes are on Edward, and he seems to be communicating to him silently. I can see Edward nodding, before glancing at me.
"Last call on chickening out."
I shake my head, curious of what the big deal is. It's just a birthday party. Really.
"Wait until you see how crazy Alice can get," he tells me, leading me inside with a hand on the small of my back. Jasper closes the door behind us.
I see differences even from the way the entryway looks—there are ropes of multicolored garlands on the walls and a large banner above the stairs reading: HAPPY 105TH BIRTHDAY, EDWARD!
That old? I wonder idly.
Edward growls lightly, narrowing his eyes.
I grin, trying to look innocent. Stop reading my mind if you don't want to hear something that hurts.
With a final menacing look, he stalks to the living room.
Shit. He's angry now. I'm sorry! I rush after him, but stop short. The second he steps into the living room, a large ball full of glitter explodes above his head.
"ALICE!" he yells, shaking off the glitter.
"Happy birthday, little brother!" She beams, jumping on him.
I'm afraid he's going to hurt her, but Jasper comes to my side, placing a hand on my shoulder. A peaceful wave comes over me. "Don't worry."
I haven't exactly warmed up to the others. Well, except Alice, and Esme, too, but she's a simply wonderful woman. The others haven't really been mean toward me, but not overly friendly either. Carlisle has been trying to understand more about werewolves, which makes me feel like a spy. Emmett loves to challenge others, but I've learned the hard way not to accept his games when he nearly ripped my arm out of the socket in a wrestling match. Rosalie has told me her horrible story, but made it clear it will take a long time to let me in. And Jasper...he's not against or pro me being part of the family.
When Edward's around, they don't dare say anything, but there are some remarks every now and then. I still remember last weekend when I was left here with Emmett and Rosalie while the others were hunting. Besides being the most PDA prone couple I've had the misfortune of meeting, they kept joking about my life with Edward.
Before I can blink, everyone is around my boyfriend, showering him in kisses and smothering him with hugs, giving him various sized presents. He seems to have given in, and is enjoying his party. There's a huge smile on his face as he unwraps the presents, exclaiming it's the first time in years they actually got him useful things.
Time flies, and after a snack prepared by Esme, I find myself next to Edward on the bench of his piano. My cheek is pressed into his shoulder as his fingers glide over the ivories.
I've never been a huge fan of piano music, but sometimes it's nice. Hearing him play, well, that's another story. I'm actually starting to love this, but I may be biased.
He smirks, tilting his head toward me and placing a kiss on my forehead.
It seems he hasn't played in a long time, as Esme gushes over how happy she is to hear him play again. They place different requests, and he complies.
When his fingers stop moving, the room falls silent and turns somewhat cold. Who knew music could warm me?
"Any requests, darling?" Edward whispers.
"It's your birthday. I bet you don't want to play piano man."
"On the contrary. I love playing the piano. It calms me. Your request now. Everyone has had their turn. Some, several times." He glances at Esme with a big smile before returning his eyes to me.
I don't know piano! I say fervently in my head. "Whatever you like."
"It doesn't have to be a composition for piano. It can be any song that contains piano, or even better... Challenge me. I tried once to turn a guitar song into a piano one. I must admit I did a pretty good job."
I roll my eyes.
"Don't show off, honey." Esme shakes her head.
"You already got him, dude! No need to woo your way in his pants!" Emmett moans.
I turn red and press my cheek more firmly against Edward's cold shoulder. "How about…Beatles?" I wonder aloud.
"Now, that's a great idea!" Rosalie exclaims. She still surprises me with her mood swings. One minute she likes me, then she looks like there's a pile of shit under her nose. I've been trying very hard to keep the blonde jokes to a minimum.
"Which song?" Edward asks. He appears taken aback by my request.
I glance around the room.
"How about Come Together—pun totally intended!" Emmett barks a laugh at his own stupid joke. That comment gets two slaps over his head from Esme and Rosalie.
"Because," I whisper, hoping only Edward has heard me. His eyes widen, then he leans closer and kisses me softly.
When he starts playing, he's also humming the lyrics.
Aaaaaahhhhhh...
Because the world is round it turns me on
Because the world is round...aaaaaahhhhhh
Because the wind is high it blows my mind
Because the wind is high...aaaaaaaahhhh
Love is all, love is new
Love is all, love is you
Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry
Because the sky is blue...aaaaaaaahhhh
I wrap my arms around his waist. He disrupts the song for a fraction of second to wrap his arm around me, bringing me closer to him before placing his hand back on the white keys.
I never thought I would find this—someone to make me feel like I belong, to love and be loved in return equally and wholeheartedly. Sighing happily, I press my cheek to his chest, listening to him breathing harsher. The first time I heard the weird way his lungs expanded with air as he breathed, which is unnecessary for him, I had no idea what I was hearing. Then, when Edward explained, I think I fell in love with him a little more at how special he is.
Sometimes, I still marvel at how imprinting on him has changed the way I view him and his nature, but I wouldn't change this—what we have—for anything in the world.
A little reminder that the next chapter contain or/and hint at mpreg. If it's not your thing...well, either stop here or proceed with caution.