Okay, I know I am a horrible person for not updating sooner but during my winter vacation my friends came up to stay, hence no time to write then, and then school started so I had no time to write! Luckily, I found a lull in my schedule and got this out...I hope you all continue to read even though my posts are sporadic at best. Also beware, part of it was a last minute addition and hence wasn't beta'd so if there's an error I missed I apologize!

Thanks for my awesomest beta EvilBunny101!

BTW, totally OT but did anyone else see "Cloverfield"? Being the huge Black Donnellys fan that I am I had to go see the movie cause of MSD and it was pretty awesome.

Also on a side note...I apologize for the title of this chapter I couldn't think of anything more creative and it kind of makes it seem like a really bad porno title...lol.

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Isabelle rolled over on her side and looked at the clock beside the bed. It was three in the morning. In six hours she'd be leaving Detroit for New York with Jack again. She pressed her hand to her stomach and rubbed it gently, reminding herself that was why she was leaving the one place she'd ever been comfortable in and sighed. It wasn't much of a comfort.

Restlessly, Isabelle flipped over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She heard noises coming from downstairs, probably Jack and Bobby, neither one of them ever had the common sense to sleep at night, or at least be quiet when others were trying to. With a small sigh, she slipped out of bed and quietly pulled open the door. She made her way to the top of the steps and rested there for a moment, eavesdropping on the brothers' conversation.

"Still can't believe what ya got yourelf into, fairy," Bobby said gruffly. "You won't ever hear me say it again, but I'm proud of ya."

"For what? Knocking up my soon to be ex-wife?"

"For stepping up and being a man about it," he replied, suddenly serious. "Can't say I woulda done the same thing."

"Of course you would've. You did for Lyn."

"It was different. I didn't have this great fuckin' future ahead of me like you do. I knew that Detroit was all that I was ever gonna have and I'm fine with that, but you-"

"Always imagined Belle would be part of my future, even with the career," Jack replied earnestly.

"So that's the real reason why," Bobby said, a light humor to this voice.

"You think I have other intentions that making sure that she and my baby are going to be okay?"

"I'm not sayin' that, I'm just sayin' you can't tell me ya haven't thought that maybe this could makes things better between you and Izzy again."

"I have," Jack admitted. "What can you do though?"

"Huh?"

"Belle doesn't want any part of that. She flat out told me that going back to New York wasn't going to change her mind and that she wasn't that forgiving."

"But ya still got hope that it might, don't ya?"

"Shut the fuck up," Jack muttered, embarrassed.

"Ain't no shame in it, little brother."

Isabelle heard the creek of someone getting off the couch and quickly ducked behind the corner so that she couldn't be seen if they passed by the staircase. Bobby muttered to Jack that he was going to bed and started to head towards the stairs. Quickly, Isabelle crossed the hallway and darted into bed. She pulled the covers up around her and tried to calm her breathing just as her door opened and the light from the hallway poored into the room.

"I know ya ain't sleeping, Izzy," Bobby whispered, shutting the door behind him. He made his way over to the bed, sitting down on the end of it as Isabelle sat up. "You ain't that good of an actress."

"What do you want?"

"You were eavesdroppin' and not doin' a very good job of it," he replied. He scratched his head and looked at her as she rested her back against the headboard. "So ya heard what the fairy had to say?"

"Yes."

"How much of what he said was true?"

"Well, I did tell him that I wasn't going to change my mind about him and that I wasn't easy to forgive, but as for the rest of it I can't be sure," she replied with fake apathy.

"Yeah, well let me tell ya about the rest of it because he's my brother and I can read him just as easily as you or ma ever could. He meant every word of it."

Without another word, Bobby got up and walked out of the room. Isabelle groaned and lowered herself back into the comfort of the blankets. She rolled over to face the wall, but again couldn't fall asleep. She laid there for an uncertain amount of time before hearing footsteps just outside her door. She settled in closer to the wall, trying to feign sleep more realistically if it was Bobby with another dose of his 'brotherly wisdom'. As her door opened she had her eyes closed and her breathing soft and slow. She felt the bed dip in beside her and waited for Bobby to say something but instead the room just remained quiet with the exception of the two people breathing.

Isabelle was about to roll over and tell Bobby off for being a creep but just as she was about to start to move a hand was placed on the side of her cheek and she recognized the feeling of Jack's thumb running over her cheek. She remained motionless as he gently traced the curves of her face with his thumb, the cold metal of his ring hitting her skin every so often. Jack pushed himself off of the bed and reached down, pulling the blanket up around her shoulders. He paused there for a moment, watching her, then bent down, kissing the side of her face. With his lips close to her ear, he whispered good night and then quietly exited the room.

As soon as Jack left Isabelle felt as if the room was too empty. She remained underneath the blankets that he had surrounded her in and stared at the wall in front of her, sleeping evading her for most of the night.

After what seemed like merely five minutes of sleep, Isabelle jumped up to the sound of the alarm clock blaring beside her bed. It was eight in the morning, in just an hour she'd be leaving Detroit again, this time, however, she was less than excited about it. She slid out of bed and headed towards the door, yawning softly. She placed her hand on the door and pulled it open only to come face to face with Jack.

"Jesus Christ, Jack!" she yelled, jumping back.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were awake," he said quietly.

"I am," she replied. She made a face and groaned, placing her hand to the base of her neck. "Pardon me, I have to puke."

Jack quickly stepped out of the way and Isabelle walked past him, slamming the bathroom door behind her. He turned towards the stairs and made his way down them. He walked into the kitchen, the rest of the family already in their and starting with their daily routine. Bobby sat the table muttering something about the previous night's hockey scores, Lyn nodded with mock sympathetically while ignoring him and focusing on the pan on the stove. Meanwhile, Abigail, being a typical toddler, sat at the table mashing her eggs with her fork and then laughing at the mess she made.

"Morning," Jack said.

"Good morning," Lyn replied, looking towards him and rolling her eyes at Bobby's rant. "Where's Isabelle?"

"Bathroom," he answered. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a coffee mug. "You think she'll be okay for the ride back to New York?"

"She usually starts to feel better around noonish. Every once and a while she starts to get sick in the middle of the afternoon though," she said, sounding like an expert on Isabelle's pregnancy symptoms. She turned to face him and just shrugged. "She's pretty easy to read when she's not feeling well so just keep an eye out."

"I'm not sure I'm the best judge," he replied, sliding into the seat next to Abigail.

Jack smiled at his niece as bounced up and down in her seat. He lifted the cup of coffee up to take a sip but as he did a piece of egg came flying at him and landed in his cup, splashing the hot liquid of his cheek. He grimaced, placed the cup back on the table and looked over at his niece who was giggling as he wiped the drops of coffee off his face.

"Opps," she said in between fits of laughter.

"Good aim, Abby," Bobby said.

Jack shook his head and stood up, walking over to the sink and placing his mug inside. He turned around, placing his back against the counter and looked out at the hallway as Isabelle came into view, carrying two large duffle bags.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked, worried. He pushed away from the sink and ran over to her, grabbing the bags from her. "You shouldn't be lifting that. Lyn told me yesterday that you shouldn't lift anything over five pounds."

"You are really starting to piss me off," Isabelle yelled down the hall.

"That's just the hormones talking," Lyn replied. She walked into the hallway, Abigail cradled about her hip. "You know you're going to miss me telling you what to do when you're not here."

"No, I won't. You have my cell number and I am sure you'll telepathically know when I'm doing something I'm not supposed to," she joked. She looked over her shoulder at Jack who was still holding her bags. "Plus I'm sure you filled Jack in on every little detail."

"Of course I did. Now go sit down and eat something," Lyn instructed, placing her free hand on Isabelle's back and guiding her towards the kitchen. "I made eggs."

"The sound of food is so unappealing right now."

"Try to eat something."

Isabelle nodded and moved away from Lyn, walking over to the kitchen table. She slid into the seat next to Bobby and almost immediately, Jack slid into the one next to her. She was beginning to realize that privacy was going to be an issue when they got to New York.

Lyn walked over to the table and placed a plate of eggs in front of Isabelle. Instantly, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything but the smell wafting in front of her that made her stomach turn. She was just about to push the plate away, which would have been highly disapproved by just about everyone at the table, when there was a loud knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Isabelle volunteered, quickly jumping out of her chair.

With each step further from the kitchen, Isabelle's stomach began to settle and she made a mental note to stay away from eggs for the next few months. She got to the door and opened it slowly, she had never opened doors without caution since Jack's accident, and saw her nephew standing in the doorway. Smiling, she opened the door all the way and as soon as she did she noticed her sister's car speed away.

"Mom had to run some errands, she said she'd pick me back up in a little bit," Keith informed his aunt.

"What are you doing here?" Isabelle asked, pulling him into the house and hugging him tightly. "Shouldn't you be in school."

"It's the day after Thanksgiving, I don't have school," he replied. "Plus you and Jack are leaving, I wanted a chance to see you against before you go back to New York."

"Look who came to visit," she said, walking into the kitchen with Keith.

"Hey, buddy," Jack said. He ruffled Keith's hair and laughed as he batted his hand away. "You hungry?"

"Nah, I ate at home. I just came to make sure you remember what I told you yesterday," he said, taking over the seat Jack had been sitting in.

"I remember."

"What are the two of you talking about?" Isabelle asked, looking at the two of them.

"Nothing," Keith and Jack replied.

Bobby, who had been quiet for most of the morning, looked at the rest of the table and stood up. He placed his hands on the table and proclaimed, "I hate to break up the love fest, but if ya wanna get to New York before midnight, ya might wanna leave soon."

"I guess you're right," Jack said, looking over at Isabelle. "You ready?"

"Yeah."

Isabelle walked over to her nephew as he stood up. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"You better make sure you answer your phone when I call you," Isabelle warned.

"I will," he said. "You better make sure you answer yours."

"I promise." She turned towards Lyn, who still held Abigail and smiled. "Aren't you going to say the same thing to me?"

"No, because we both know that if you don't answer your phone I'm going to drive all the way to New York and confront you," Lyn said. She smiled and wrapped her free arm around Isabelle. She took a step away and looked over at Jack. "And you better take care of her."

"I will," Jack assured her.

Isabelle turned towards Bobby and watched him slowly make his way over to her. He stopped at the end of the table and shoved his hands into his pockets. He looked up at her and shrugged.

"I'll see ya when I see ya," Bobby said.

"That's it?" she questioned. She smirked and walked over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. "You can do better than that."

Bobby laughed and returned the hug, a rare sign of affection for him. He pulled away and placed his hands on her shoulder.

"Worse comes to worse, you can always come back here," Bobby said.

"I know."

"You're my little sister, I love ya, Izzy," he whispered sincerely.

"You ain't gonna tell me you love me, too?" Jack asked.

"Nah, I'm gonna tell ya that if ya do something stupid I'm gonna beat the shit outta you," he replied. He walked over to his brother and threw an arm around him, a manly hug. "Take care of her or I'll take care of you, got it?"

"Perfectly."

Jack waved to Lyn and then turned towards the hallway, Isabelle behind him. He grabbed the bags that he left in the hallway and started their trek back to New York.

Hours later Isabelle sat in Jack's car, staring out the window absentmindedly. She hated the feeling of being trapped in car, even more so when neither of them talked more than random mindless blather about whatever was on the radio. Without thinking, she looked over at Jack and watched him drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and singing along to some old rock song that she faintly remembered her mother singing before she had left. She smiled to herself and looked back out the window.

"So, in risk of sounding like an annoying child...Are we almost there yet?" Isabelle asked, watching trees whiz by, their bodies hidden by walls separating the forestry from the busy roadways.

"Halfway?" he said, more of a question than a statement. Isabelle groaned and pressed her head against the cool glass of the window. "Are you okay?"

"Nauseous," she replied.

"There's a rest stop about five minutes up...I think." He lowered the music, as if that would help, and stared intently at the road. "I'll stop there, I have to get gas anyway. You think you'll be okay till then?"

"Yeah."

Jack sped up a little faster and a little more than five minutes later they were pulling off the ramp into a truck stop. As soon as they pulled to a stop in front of a gas pump, Isabelle opened the door and ran out of the car, heading towards the building connected to the gas station. Jack slid out of the driver's side and watched to make sure Isabelle got inside and then walked over to the other side to fill the gas tank. Luckily for him he was more adept at using the gas pump than he had been the first time they had stopped here on their way to New York only a little over a year ago.

"Fucker," Jack muttered under his breath as he fumbled with the gas pump.

Isabelle smiled and slid out of the car. She grabbed the pump from his hand and shook her head as she easily got the machine to cooperate with her. She looked back at Jack with a smug smirk on her face and leaned against the car.

"And to think I used to believe you were good with your hands," Isabelle joked.

"Funny, Belle," he replied. He moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head. Jack held his grip on her waist until the click of the gas pump sounded. He nodded towards the nozzle sticking out of the car and looked back towards Isabelle. "Think you can handle it while I go pay?"

"I can try," she replied, sarcastically.

Jack rolled his eyes and walked over to the convenience store connected to the gas station. When he got a few feet away her heard a loud whistle sound out from by the car. He turned around to face Isabelle who was smirking and leaning against the car.

"You like that?" he questioned.

"You know it, babe," she replied.

Isabelle laughed and turned back towards the car. She slid into the passenger's seat and pulled out her book from the glove box, opening to the page where a fast food receipt held her place. She slid down in her seat a bit, reading half a page before Jack got back into the car. She closed her book and looked over at him, instantly noticing his less jovial demeanor.

"What's wrong, baby?" Isabelle questioned, her hand sliding up his arm.

"Are you sure about this?" Jack asked.

"Yes."

"Really?"

Isabelle nodded and moved over, slipping into Jack's lap, her back resting against the steering wheel. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled at him. Jack slipped his hand around her waist, his fingers gripping onto the belt loops of her jeans and pulling her closer to him.

"Jack, we're halfway to New York and you're rethinking your options now?" Isabelle questioned. She leaned closer to him and kissed him softly on the lips. She pulled away slightly, resting her forehead against his. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I can think of a few things," he replied, raising his eyebrows.

Isabelle laughed and dropped her hands from around his neck. She moved away from him again, attempting to slide back into her seat, but Jack refused to let go of her. She looked at him curiously for a moment before bent up towards her, pressing his lips against hers. His hands quickly left her waist and moved up to her hair, entangling his fingers in it as he deepened the kiss, coaxing her back towards him. Jack pulled away slowly, leaning his head back against the seat. He smiled at Isabelle as she looked at him with a soft blush on her cheeks.

"God, I love you," Jack whispered, pushing her hair behind her ears.

Looking away, Isabelle bit her lip nervously and then looked back at him. She moved closer, pressing her chest to his and running her fingers against his sideburns. She looked at her left hand, at the ring with the small diamond that rested popped out beneath a lock of Jack's hair.

"Why?"

"Because I do," he replied. "You need another reason?"

"It might be beneficial," she joked

"Because there's never been anyone else who made me feel this way. Because I can't imagine being without you. Because you're the only girl who's ever loved me despite my ridiculous amount of flaws."

"I'm flawed, too, so that's not a reason."

"Fine." He smirked and grabbed her left hand, dragging it down towards his lips so that he could kiss it. "Because we're both perfectly flawed for one another that we wouldn't make sense with anyone else."

Jack watched as Isabelle shifted uncomfortable in his lap. She sighed and pulled her hand away from his lips and placed both of them against his chest, pushing herself away from him so that her back rested against the steering wheel again.

"You're such a sap," she proclaimed, sliding off of his lap and into the passenger seat.

Jack laughed and looked at her as she put her seatbelt on. He started the car and shifted it into drive when Isabelle lowered the sound of the blaring radio and looked over at him.

"That's one of the reasons why I love you," she said sincerely.

Jack closed gas tank and headed towards the convenience store, searching for his credit card in his wallet. He pushed the door open, hearing the sound of the bell ring out as he did, and headed towards the back to grab a bottle of water for Isabelle. He was heading towards the cashier's desk when Isabelle emerged from the restroom and walked over to the side of him.

"You okay?" he asked, looking at her pale complexion.

"As much as I'm doing to be for the next couple of months."

"I thought morning sickness stopped around the fourth month."

"The women in my family are lucky, we get prolonged morning sickness that lasts until at least the sixth month," Isabelle replied.

"Sorry."

"Well, it's only half your fault," she joked.

"I got water for you, do you want anything else?" he asked.

"I'm good." She shoved her hands into her pockets and nodded towards the door. "I'm going to wait in the car."

Jack nodded and smiled politely at the cashier walked over to him. When he was done paying for the water and the gas, he quickly made his way to the car. As he slid into the seat he looked over at Isabelle who had fallen asleep, her head lolled over towards the window. He placed his hand on her stomach and smiled before starting the car and heading back onto the road.

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bigamericanflirt (I know, Belle is a very stubborn girl, and I think while everyone just wants her to give into Jack it might make for a boring storyline, don't you think? LOL, oh yeah, she totally wanted him lmao.)

blueangelsvntn (Her sister reminds you of yours? I think I feel bad for you. Thanks for reading!)

Dark-Celeste (Yeah, Jack needed to smarten up eventually...being pretty is only going to take him so far...lmao. I think Kristen Stewart's going to be a good Bella, she's actually one of my friends fav actresses so I've seen a lot of her movies...Robert on the other hand, I'm a little iffy about...I was team Gaspard or Tom Sturridge for Edward. But hey, I'm sure the casting people know what they're doing...Hopefully when they movie's released Robert won't scream "Cedric Diggory" anymore lol. Now, hopefully, they get good people for the rest of them...I'm actually kind of worried who they're gonna pick for Jacob and Jasper!)
EvilBunny101 (When are they gonna get back together, you ask...well, you'll just have to wait and see lol. Maybe they will...Maybe the won't...Maybe Jack will be an ass and screw something up again...or...um...I think I'll just end it with that lmao.)

Hardy's Gurl (Yay, you've re-fallen in love with the story!!! Yeah, I figured having Lyn invite Jack would be a little bit more surprising, plus, Bobby made a promise to Isabelle and I think I want them to sort of have a trust-bond thing, if that makes sense...plus it would have been predictable if Bobby had called.)

lightning8star (Thank you!)

JustAnotherFallen (Yes, little kids always do know more than they should...lol, take for example my cousin who repeats every word heard and on new year's eve ran around my house screaming "bow chicka wow wow" from those Alivn and the Chimpmunks commercials until we convinced him it wasn't polite and he changed it to "bow chicken noodle soup" lol. Haha, the infamous Jack charm...Love that...hehe and his "infamous charm" definitely will be making more appearances in upcoming chapters lol.)

ollie-oxycotyn (Aw, thank you! BTW, LOVED the latest chapter of your story and therefore demand more Hansen/Darley!!! Can't wait for another chapter!!!)

PetiteDiable (Well, they didn't fight in this chapter...lol, so I guess even if they aren't together yet? it's still good...lol)

XxCrash.And.BurnXx (Bitch-slapping computers is always fun...lol. I love Keith too! He's probably one of the more fun characters to write...there will definitely be more of him.)