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Sheets of rain cut through the afternoon sky, darkened so much by the heavy clouds that it appeared to be night. Thunder was constant, as was lightening. The summer day seemed anything but, and I was caught in the belly of the beast. Well, Jacob and I. We'd been riding our bikes through the woods, enjoying the afternoon, when suddenly there was an unearthly crash and suddenly we were drenched. We'd sped up our journey, looking for a place to find shelter. We had to ride about five miles to my house. No one was home at all, because none of us had counted on the storm. Jacob and I had to take the path through the garage and the back staircase up to my room. Jacob went to the guestroom to change while I changed in my own, toweling my hair dry and wrapping up in my blanket I kept folded at the foot of my bed for cold nights. I found Jacob another extra blanket, too, walking downstairs to start some tea. I figured it would defrost us as good as anything.

I put on a kettle to boil, waiting patiently, toying with a few tea bags while I waited. I pulled down some mugs while I waited, putting a tea bag in each. Jacob came down the stairs in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He declined my offer of a blanket and instead took mine, grinning as he rewrapped us together. When our tea was done, we went to the living room -surprisingly easy considering we were practically swaddled together- and cuddled on the couch, sitting in our little cocoon of a blanket, sharing body heat and space. We giggled together, reliving our adventures on the bikes. When we were done with our tea, we cuddled up, the TV on low in the background, but not interesting us in the least. We were more interested in the warmth of one another, and the innocent nature of our cuddling. It was so rare that we had purely innocent moments, so our lazy posture and random giggles were so much like the old days, before we let our hormones control us more and more. We played silly games with our feet, trying to push the others' down under the heavy blanket. Finally, we had some company, after a long while of having feet battles.

Rosalie got home first with Ollie, after getting caught in the downpour when out grocery shopping for everyone. Ollie looked amused at something, then I realized he had several of Rosalie's hairs wound into his hand where he must have ripped them out.

"Rosie, are you okay?" I half laughed, amazed that the baby managed to pull so much out of her head.

She let out a sigh. "I don't know. My head is numb. I turned my back to get something off the shelf for a second, then my shriek attracted a stock girl from the next aisle, who started laughing when she saw Ollie cheering and waving my hair. Emmett's already shining through in him."

I refrained from laughing. "And your hair is in his hand why?"

She shrugged. "I'm exhausted. I don't want to lose anymore hair, so I let him keep it. The rain was just an added bonus. I'd just got into the store when it started storming, so we had to run back out to the car when we were done. Now I'm drenched and he's really pleased with himself."

I got up and went to help her. "You go take a shower and a nap, we'll put everything up and handle Ollie for a while."

She looked down and I noticed her eyes were full of tears. "I'm sorry, no, enjoy your afternoon with Jacob."

"Rosie," I said firmly, "Jacob and I rode our bikes through the worst of the storm. Our afternoon can't be ruined if that didn't ruin it. Go take a shower and give me Ollie. You need sleep and some time without Emmett and without Ollie."

She rubbed her eyes with the arm that wasn't holding Ollie's carrier. "There're more stuff in the car. I didn't think to drive it down into the garage."

Jacob stood up and walked over to us. "I'll get it down there and we'll unload it from there. If you're okay with me driving your car."

"It's the Honda -the 'Mommy' car. I'm fine with you driving it. I'd be eternally grateful if you wrecked it," she said, handing him the keys. Jacob nodded and left, sensing she needed a moment of girl time. When Jacob was gone she put down Ollie's carrier and pulled me into a hug. "I've had a day, Nessie."

I hugged her and patted her back, glad I was good for something. That someone needed my comfort. "It's okay. You're a full-time mommy."

"It's not just that," she said, her voice muffled in my hair. "I've been so stressed over everything. I love your brother. I wouldn't have married him and had his son if I didn't. But they are driving me crazy. Either Emmett helps too much or not enough, and I feel bad for having all these mood swings but I don't know what's wrong!"

I rubbed her back a little, letting her vent to me. It was nice to be needed.

"And now I keep thinking that maybe I'm getting that disease some women get after they have kids, that depression that only affects people who've given birth. But I'm not sad, I'm just overwhelmed," she continued to babble. "Emmett's getting worried now, keeping me awake at night asking all these questions about what I want or if I need some help. He's just making it worse. I never knew having someone love me unconditionally would be so much stress. My parents were so image obsessed they didn't have time to really love me. My little brothers love me, but I'd do anything for them, not the other way around. Emmett was the first person to ever really love me this way, and now it's stressing me out."

For some strange reason, I understood her. I'd been loved by many throughout my life, but with Jacob it was so different. It was unbelievable. "I understand. I don't know what to say. Except Emmett loves you, even though he made you put up with this. Don't worry, my brother is many things, but evil isn't one of them. He means well."

"Well, please don't freak out on Jacob anytime soon. I can't imagine you being freaked out over the guy you love," she said, wiping a few stale tears from her eyes. "Partly because that scares the hell out of me, partly because one Cullen girl with a loose grip on life is enough."

I pulled her back down for another hug. "I love you, Rosie. Go upstairs and don't be afraid to cry. It helps."

"I love you, too, doll," she murmured, then squatted down to Ollie. "Mommy loves you. Be good for Auntie Nessie." He gurgled a response, then offered her hair back. She accepted it, kissing his face, then going upstairs, gripping the strands of her hair and rubbing at her eyes.

I bent down and scooped Ollie up. "Mommy needs a break," I said quietly. "Let's go find something to occupy you while Auntie Nessie and Jacob do chores."

Jacob had been in the process of bringing in the results of the shopping trip, leaving them in the floor of the pantry. I laid one of Ollie's blankets on the floor of the kitchen, in a place away from the basic traffic pattern. He found joy with sucking on his fists, as usual, and just laid there, watching us. I was slightly paranoid about Jacob having overheard, until he asked where Rosalie went. I told him she was going to have a few hours all by herself. He seemed to take that as he would, then put up the things on the higher shelves I couldn't reach. When we finished, we played with Ollie for a while, tickling him and talking to him.

"What's my little man been doing today?" I asked softly, nuzzling his cheek. "Have you been bad for your mommy?"

He gurgled a response, reaching for my hair.

"No, sir," I said, taking his little hand gently. "You can't pull hair, angel."

His little eyes got huge as if he understood me. His lips quivered and I kissed his cheek just in time to calm him down.

"That's a boy," I whispered, nuzzling his tiny neck.

He giggled at the tickle of my nose against his skin. His tiny hands reached for my face, his little fingers poking at my lips. He giggled when I kissed his teensy palms.

"You want Auntie Nessie to play with you?"

He giggled happily, and Jacob and I played with him for a little while. After a while, Ollie got sleepy, though. He finally reached for me, looking forlorn. When he was situated in my arms, I sat on the couch, holding him and crossing my legs over Jacob's. We talked to him a bit, just playing little games. He babbled back, then got distracted clapping his hands together, distracting himself and becoming lazier and lazier. Jacob started to doze, and Ollie got sleepier and sleepier, so I held him in my lap for a bit, bouncing him until he fell asleep. I put him in his playpen after that, so the baby monitor wouldn't go off in the middle of Rosalie's nap.

"Jakey," I murmured, wrapping my arms around his neck from behind, standing behind the couch, leaning over it to his dozing form.

"Hmm?" he responded, not really hearing me.

"Jake, the baby's asleep. We're alone again."

"That's nice," he sighed, nestling back into the cushions more.

"Jacob," I persisted. "We are alone."

He didn't respond, so I walked around the couch and slid into his lap, his nearly asleep arms encircling me and cuddling me like a stuffed toy. I slid an arm around his waist and another up to his neck, pulling his head over so I could kiss his neck. He woke up after a few minutes of my kisses.

"What are you doing, honey?" he asked in an amused fashion.

"Trying to get your attention," I mumbled against his neck, kissing his pulse point tenderly.

His arms tightened around me. "You're succeeding."

I smirked, then kissed his jaw. "Prove it."

He ducked his head and kissed me on the mouth sweetly, then pulled back to gauge my reaction.

"Nope, not sufficient. I'm not convinced." I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, then leaned back to lay on the couch, pulling him along. He rested on his arms to hover over me so as to not crush me. "I think you were only just getting started."

I smirked as he kissed me again, more heatedly than before. His arms strained as he became absorbed in our kiss, to the point that he nearly collapsed on me. I wound my fingers into his hair, keeping him close to me. Honestly, I didn't care if I became a Nessie pancake. I just wanted to be close to him.

"Is this sufficient?" he asked heavily, pulling back to look into my eyes. His own were dilated hugely, his lids falling halfway over the irises.

My response was to wrap my arms tighter around him, pulling him down for another mind-blowing kiss. He groaned softly, balancing himself on one hand and winding the other into my hair. I whimpered when he pulled back again.

"Jake, just-" I was about to tell him to just kiss me and not talk anymore.

His lips were at my neck, working on my pulse point, determined to give me a hickey, I'm sure. I let out a faint moan, slowly losing all awareness to everything but Jacob. I wound a hand into his hair, guiding him up to my lips. He smashed his lips against mine, burning hot and so amazingly soft. Kissing like that felt so amazing, so sweet, so…

"Oh my god!"

A/N: Love the cliffy?

~Sidney