AN: I am so flippin' busy I might just find a cliff and just into the ocean. Maybe if I'm lucky, a golden skinned, black haired hero with muscles will dive in after me.

It be like this for a while though but please enjoy.

Jacob Black was a very difficult man to live with and he didn't even realize it.

How was I supposed to live that way, him being oblivious to all the discomforts and frustrations that came along with being a woman, let alone a pregnant woman? What the hell was I supposed to do when my body had a mind and emotional capacity of it's own? And how was I supposed to bring this up without totally embarrassing myself?

It's not like he wouldn't touch me but never in the way I was hoping. He kissed me and ran his fingers across my skin and sometimes it did a little heated, well for me anyway (I'd get all flustered and excited), but there was never any intention behind these things on his part. And then at night he'd come to bed shirtless and sexy while I ballooned and grew larger everyday. He'd whisper sleepily in my ear or his stubble brushed against my cheek.

Things were good, though. Everything was almost perfect. Except when we went for my check up and Jacob decided to take me to a different doctor. I remembered him saying he didn't like Jenks but I lost it, I cursed him and locked myself in the car for eight whole minutes while he tried to apologise from the outside. I didn't hear most of it, though, but I eventually got out and went to see the new doctor anyway. She was nice I guess but it wasn't the same. Doesn't matter too much, everything else okay and the doctor said the baby was perfectly healthly. And my mom had become very keen on knowing every little detail about my pregnancy.

"Mom, don't worry so much. I'm perfectly fine. Jake and Angela are taking great care of me. Yes, I'm taking my vitamins." Sheesh, I sounded like Yes, I'm eating right. Mom, I'm okay." I looked up at Jacob, who was innocently watching the sky while I tried desperately to convince my mother that everything was going smoothly. It was his idea that I call her because he thought it would cheer me up. I didn't even need cheering up but I thought I'd call her just to hear her voice. I should've known it would turn out to be a whole conversation on whether I was washing behind my ears or not.

"I miss you so much, baby. I can't wait to see you."

She sounded as if she was on her way already. "I'll visit soon, mom. I don't really know when but I will."

"Don't worry about it. No need to stress, alright. I love you."

"I love you, mom." I put the phone away and sighed. "She worries too much."

Jacob had his arms around me as we looked over the balcony out to a park where children were playing.

"She just misses you, is all. And she wants to see you before you pop."

"I don't like that word. It makes me sound like balloon. I feel massive enough without that word being thrown around like that."

"Bella, you're not massive. You're hardly even big yet."

"I'm huge," I yawned and let my head fall back against his shoulder. "I haven't seen my feet in a week. They've been missing since then."

"I think you're just right. You might possibly have the most perfect belly of all bellies."

He was such a liar. And on top of that I didn't really want to be there. There, looking at a place he'd just found, a place he'd wanted my opinion on, a place with the estate agent just waiting in the lobby to make the sale. This was a place he intended to move into and I didn't even know he was looking. I know we didn't officially agree that he was staying at my place but, I don't know, I kind of thought it was all good the way it was. It never occurred to me that he would eventually find a place separate from me and I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it.

"So what do you think?" He asked me quietly in my ear in the way that frustrated me. "Do you like it."

To say I liked it would have been an understatement because it was really beautiful. It was strangely loft-like and I'd always wanted to live in a loft. The space had a relaxing openness about it, the pale grey walls and white ceiling giving the space a calmness. I loved the wood floors and how the sun flooded the living through the wide windows. I loved the master bedroom balcony looking out over the park playground and the two other bedrooms and study. I loved how quiet the neighbourhood was. The kitchen was open plan with living room with and white marble counter tops and pale blue cupboards. The one thing I wasn't sure of was size. It was way too big for one person. To sum up what I thought of the place, "It's gorgeous," I said half-heartedly. "I really like it."

Really I did. But I guess I didn't want to like it.

"I think I'll take it then," he said, a smile in his voice. I was glad he couldn't see my face because I couldn't really show the appropriate enthusiasm. My voice alone was a complete flop.

"Perfect." I didn't make it sound perfect.

"Just one thing, though . . ." He did that thing he did whenever he held me from behind. Where he kisses whatever skin was exposed to him at the time. He kissed my cheek, holding me close and said, "How would you feel about moving here with me?"

I didn't expect that.

So my disbelief, completely overtaking my gloominess, was very obvious. "Really?"

His responding 'hmmm' into my skin made me shiver. "It's way to big for just me but with you and a baby on the way it'd be perfect: a room for us, a guest room and a nursery. It's not to far from where you work and it's closer to Angela. If you move in I can take care of you." I turned and circled my arms around his neck as he pulled close again. "I know it's not like we're married but I think we can it pull off and be like a proper . . . family. Me, you and this kid right here." His hand pressed against the side of my stomach and he leaned in to kiss me. A deep, meaningful kiss that would turn me into butter. It distracted me, though, and I didn't have to try keep my tears at bay.

When I needed to breathe, pulled away and said, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'll move here with you."

He smiled that smile that I loved so much and dug around in his pocket for a second before pulling out a key tied up in a pink bow. "About that birthday present . . ."

"You already bought it?" I gasped as he placed the key in one of my hands.

"I knew you'd like it. Well, in theory, based on all the things you liked about the other places we saw. It was only officially ours last night."

'Ours'. I liked that word. It was 'ours' together. The little key I had in my hand. And this place. It was now the place where we'd live together and the place where we would raise our child.

"Best birthday present ever!" I smiled brightly and he leaned in to kiss me again.

AN: okay, I know that this is really short but please be patient with me. Everything is just so hectic right now. Please review.