I didn't want Jacob driving since he was still a little sore so you could imagine his attitude when I took the wheel. He pouted along the way but the only thing I was concerned about was that he was alive.
Baby Doll was fast asleep by the time we arrived home so Jacob-being the caring father he is-tucked her into her bed. As I watched him from down the hall stand in the doorway and watch his daughter, I could only sigh and curse myself for saying the things I did about him. I will forever go on blaming myself for his "death" no matter how many times he told me he was fine and that it wasn't my fault.
He swerved on his heels, shutting the door behind him and stopped in his tracks when he caught me staring.
I only blushed and hid behind my hair but he still snickered at me.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing. You're just...insanely beautiful."
He said this with a complete straight face.
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious. Lee, you're the most beautiful women I've ever had the pleasure of falling in love with."
He tells me that everyday. "Oh, please..." I said girlishly and began to twist a lock of my hair around my index.
"I mean it, Lee," he chuckled and took a few steps forward.
"What about Bella?" I teased and balanced myself from off the the doorway. "Wasn't she the most beautiful?"
He shrugged. "Bella's cute."
"What about Nessie? The most beautiful just has to be Nessie, right?" I laughed as he stalked even closer, making the hallway space seem limited.
He shrugged and before I could even tell, his arms were around my waist, pulling me close to him. I had to strain my neck even more to see his face since he had gotten taller. Carlisle wasn't kidding about his sudden increase in size. Who knows how big he was now? My Jesus, he was going to dominate the hell out of me the next time we fool around.
"Nessie has got nothing on you," he came down to my face and kissed my cheek.
"So now what? You tell me I'm beautiful, ask me to make you a sandwich and then what happens?"
His straight and white teeth flashed over my ear for a nibble as his husky voice whispered with his light stubble scratching lightly over my cheek. I shivered. I lived for little intimate moments like this.
"Actually my plan was to get you out of these clothes..."
A sudden gasp for air left my throat as his huge hands crept under my top and reached for the hook of my bra.
How could he find me attractive when the skinnies and flannel shirt that Esme let me wear stunk of vampires?
"And what were you planning on doing once I was out of these clothes?"
He took a few moments to answer as his breath cooled my hot neck. Goosebumps on my arm multiplied with each little caress and touch this man's fingers laid onto me. My heart rate picked up faster as his hands played with the hook and then made a lusty and slow descend down my back onto my ass.
"I was planning to do what I wanted to yesterday."
I pulled back to look at him and he was examining the floor in embarrassment, purposely not meeting my eyes. Just as I opened my mouth to apologize for the umpteenth time, his lips crashed down to mine shutting me right up and releasing a high pitched moan of his own.
Basic instinct took over as he gripped under my thighs to lift me around his waist. Connecting by our moist lips, he carried us both into our bedroom, kicking the door with a slam behind him. His hips began to grind around mine as his erection began to grow bigger, rubbing ever so gently against my center. These pants were so thin I could practically feel his painfully stiff dick immersing inside of me.
The kisses led down to my collarbone when he set me as gently as possible- remember I was with child-onto our mattress. I shut my eyes and let his sweet lips planting pecks on my heated skin take me to places me and Jacob have visited many times before. The levels of ecstasy I felt for this man didn't even touch the hotness of a thousand suns or core of the center of the Earth. He was definitely stronger in the way he held his weight on his hands over top of me, careful not to crush me. He was more in control it seemed how he left little pecks on my body that made me go insane with need and lust. I wanted him just as badly and it showed in the way he handled me while removing Esme's pants.
The abrupt knocks that echoed off the door made the world's most agitated groan leave my throat and cross my arms in great frustration. Jacob only giggled a little and kissed my forehead. He removed himself from atop of me, taking his lust and heat with him as he went for the door.
I tossed a pillow to grab his attention and he looked at me, baffled. "What?"
I rolled my eyes. "You cant tend to her every time she calls for you."
"I don't tend to her every time she calls for me," he said this defensively and I only furrowed my brow.
"Okay, so I do. Is that bad?"
"You can't keep feeding her attention, Jacob. She's six. She's a big girl."
"I'm not feeding her attention. I just wanna be there for her."
There were more knocks this time and he weighed his options for a second. Make love to his needing fiance' or give into his six year old daughter's curse of cuteness?
"Le-ahhh," he whined and in defeat, I groaned and pulled Esme's pants back on but didn't bother to button them.
"Whatever," I grimaced, highly irritated with losing to my six year old daughter. Karma hit me hard as I finally realized Jacob felt yesterday afternoon when he was about to make love to me but I decided to hang with Emily instead.
Jacob swiftly opened the bedroom door and Baby Doll with her biggest smile batted her lashes up to her father. It;s funny at how hearts in his eyes formed at her presence.
"Yes, baby?" Jacob cooed.
"Can I watch TV in here with you guys?"
Jacob-without even looking at my perplexed expression- gladly invited her in and the first spot she plopped down on was next to me, bringing a smile to my face.
Jacob stole a wink at me as he turned on the television and I stuck my tongue out childishly.
I refused to watch Spongebob but of course, majority rules and I had to sit through a couple hours of idiocy that seemed to last days. The two of them laughed their heads off at nothing in particular and it wasn't before long that Baby Doll fell asleep yet again with me following her lead and my own eyes drifting towards slumber.
Jacob's POV
The way Leah enveloped her arms around Baby Doll was protective and at the same time cute. The two of them were twins as they snuggled close to each other, sleeping peacefully like the angels they were.
I washed my face off from all the saliva that had dripped onto my cheek when I had fallen asleep myself. Looking at myself in the mirror, I took note that I was taller and my hair was thicker. I'm still Jacob, I said to myself. My chest felt restricted and awkward in the T-shirt that Carlisle's son, Emmett let me borrow so to feel some familiarization, I took the shirt off and inspected my torso. I cringed at the little dents each bite had left on me.
What woke me up was the ring of the house phone with my boss on the other line who was demanding that I come into work immediately to discuss my request for extra hours in order to pay off what I spent on Leah's ring. I loved her to death but I didn't know an itty bitty ring would almost wipe me out. It was four-thirty and Royce instructed I be in by six. Leah wasn't gonna be happy but judging by the smile planted on her sleeping face, she shouldn't be too mad. But just to be perfectly sure, I decided to try something.
I jogged down the stairs, right into the kitchen and stared blankly into the fridge to try and figure out what those two would be hungry for when they woke up.
After some moments of pondering, I took out the ingredients for spaghetti and began to boil some water. To help my mind drift, I plugged an earphone in one ear and blasted the music.
My singing wasn't the best but it didn't ruin the song for me. I began to do a little hip dance as I mixed around the pasta in the know hot water.
There was no shame in dancing around, half naked in your kitchen. None whatsoever. The only shameful part was having the daughter walk in on you and began to laugh at you.
"What are you laughing at, small fry?" I teased and lifted the tiny thing off of her feet, a fit of giggles erupting from her mouth. I set her back on the ground and she stumbled for a second. I caught her with my one hand and went back to stirring the sauce around.
"You're a terrible dancer," she responded and plopped herself up on the counter, dangling her feet over the edge.
"Well, I'm good-looking so it cancels out. How do you think your mom and I get along so well?"
I bit my tongue at the little bit of irony in my last statement and paid my attention back to dinner. Baby Doll sat there in silence for a few minutes before examining me with her huge and searching eyes, as if she were reading me.
"What?"
She bit her bottom lip for a second. "Do you love me, Daddy?"
My head shot up at the little girl. "Yes," I responded.
Her cheeks flushed a bright red and she hopped off the counter to embrace me. I crouched down to her level and took her into my arms, squeezing as tight as I would allow without hurting her.
"Daddy will always love you, alright?" My whisper was low and sincere in her tiny ear.
"I'll always love you, too," she promised.
For the next hour or so, we finished cooking together and ate dinner in the living room-something Leah wouldn't have liked-and watched TV along with bonding more, as if it were even possible.
After we cleaned up the kitchen, I went off to take a shower and get dressed for work. Leah was still fast asleep by the time I was ready to leave, so as my goodbye I wrote her a note and kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Leah..."
She wrinkled up her nose.
Before I got sidetracked by her, I kissed Baby Doll goodbye as well and went on my way.
Was it safe for me to leave? What if Lee needed me or didn't see my note? Would Baby Doll be okay as Lee slept? Maybe I should call up Royce and try to compromise...
Nah, they'd be fine.
Sarah was watching over them, as promised, so I knew they'd be alright.
Some hours later...
"Do I even have a dad?"
"Jacob," his name flew off my lips, taking away any breath I had.
Oh, God. Seeing Jacob Black again.
My sight was slightly impaired, giving me the visual ability of an intoxicated person.
"Of course. It should be interesting to see how your family reacts to see that you're not dead."
I wish it'd stop...the burning. The tears. The constant yearning for companionship. The pain. That's the only thing I've felt since my return.
Pain...
Why was I so selfish? I didn't deserve the beautiful man who put the ring on my finger.
For reminding, I slowly-without much progress- brought my hand up to my face and for a second it looked like my ring was gone...
Whatever was in my system was blocking my brain from comprehending the images put before me. All I knew was that I was on my back, contorted in a way that didn't even feel real. Or possible.
And then there was the pain...
The bone sticking right out my arm and me just staring at it like it was perfectly normal. My stomach that literally had the hotness of a thousand suns as my internal organs revealed themselves to the outside world of oxygen and bacteria.
My cherry colored blood was spreading quick and I was convinced I was dead. Was I? Was this hell? Did I go to hell? Who knows?
I was in too much torture to even be coherent of my surroundings. My screams were silent.
Whatever sight I had left didn't last long enough to see whoever had entered the room and saw the scene, gasping my name in horror. I almost tried to smile as if to reassure them like, "No, I'm fine...I'm alright."
"Leah!" The male voice screeched but not loud enough for me to recognize its owner.
Everything went completely black again after I felt being lifted to higher ground, with myy blood going ice cold and my final breath being used to say his name.
"Jacob..."
~TO BE CONTINUED~