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The One To Fit My Better Half
Jacob was painfully pulled from his dreams by two bodies jumping onto his bed with little care about where their limbs landed. The Prince let out a not so manly squeak as a knee collided with his balls and fist accidently met with his nose. He tried to fight his way out of the covers so he'd at least be able to breathe, but it seemed that was out of the question unless he wanted the two bodies to land on the floor.
So he waited for things to settle before shimmying out from under the covers and sitting up. Rachel and Rebecca were sitting on either side of him, wearing those creepy identical smiles that looked so much like his mother's that it made his heart ache but also made him happy.
"Will you tell him or should I?" Rebecca asked on Jacob's left.
"No, I will," Rachel replied, pulling a piece of paper from her pocket and flattening it out a bit since it had gotten squashed. "Drum roll, please." Rebecca did her drum roll, smacking her own thighs rhythmically, then stopped and looked at her sister with excitement. "'With the collection of all information in the case of Prince Jacob keeping the Throne, including a rather unorthodox statement by the Prince's Imprint, it has been decided by the Council of Elders that the Crowned Prince may keep his place as Heir to the Throne'."
"What?" Jacob asked, not believing what he was hearing. He looked at the twins who were looking at him with big smiles.
"Jacob! You're keeping the Throne, you're going to be King!"
"Seriously?"
"Yes! I mean, obviously there are things you have to do before you can be King, but basically, the Council voted you to keep the Throne. You should have seen Sol's face!"
"So I— The Throne— What?"
"He's in shock," Rebecca announced. "Aw, poor baby." She pulled her cousin into a tight one–arm hug. The door to the room opened and Emily peaked in. She saw the two women with Jacob and pouted just a bit.
"Aw, I wanted to be the one to tell him," she said, stepping fully into the room.
"Too little," Rebecca said.
"Too late!" Rachel finished.
"You snooze."
"You lose."
Jacob was too busy trying not to freak out about the fact that he got to keep the Throne. He hadn't thought it would happen. He'd hoped, obviously he'd hoped, but he hadn't thought it would happen. But it had, he got to keep his Throne. There were catches probably, obviously, but the Prince got to keep the Throne. It was his, not officially, but it was his!
"I have to call Edward," he said almost breathlessly. He looked around, patting the pillow, trying to find his phone. Emily giggled, walking towards the bedside table and picking the phone up. Jacob took it and half–aware dialled Edward's number.
The phone rang five times before Edward replied, sounding breathless and scared, "Jake? What's wrong?"
"I— Ed, I'm— —"
"Jacob? Did–did something happen? Are you okay? Please, talk to me."
"I can keep the Throne. Ed, they voted for me to keep the Throne!"
"Jake? Jake! Jake are you serious?!"
"I'm serious! The Twins just came in to tell me now. I— I can't believe it!"
"Oh my, gosh, Jake, I'm so happy! I— Shit, what does this mean? Does this mean— —"
"I don't— hold on…" Jacob turned to Rachel, "What did they say about Edward."
"You planning on putting a ring on it?" the woman asked.
"Definitely!"
"Then there you go!"
"Babe?"
"Yeah?" Edward replied, sounding scared.
"I'm never giving you up." It was silent on the other end, then Edward giggled.
"Okay, Jake. So I should probably let Sam know about this, he's been beside himself with worry."
"Yeah, you probably should. Where is the little guy?" Edward snorted.
"He ditched me to spend the night at Carlisle's house."
"Seriously? It's that serio— —" Rachel grabbed the phone from Jacob and put it on speaker.
"Hello? Hello, is this Edward?" A squawk came from the other end and Jacob rolled his eyes, now Edward would know what it feels like to be bombarded by crazy cousins—although he did feel sorry about his Imprint having to deal with Rachel and Rebecca, even Emily coz she was just as crazy.
"He–hello?"
"Ah! Hi, hello there."
"Hello again…"
"So what's this about Sam I hear?"
"Oh, he uh… he ditched me to go spend the night at his boyfriend's house."
"Shame on Sam, how dare he!"
"Don't shame him, he's happy," Emily interjected, smiling happily that her brother–in–law had finally found someone who makes him happy.
"But still!"
"I don't mind," Edward said sincerely. "Better at Carlisle's house than here anyway."
"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked.
"He uh… Well Carlisle's uh… he's loud."
"No!" the twins exclaimed, absolute scandalized by the news while Emily giggled. Jacob laughed outright, not even able to hold himself. Man, when the others heard about this.
"No Jacob, you can't tell the others okay. You don't understand how embarrassed he was about the whole thing, how embarrassed they both were. That's why they're going to Carlisle's this time. I wasn't going to say anything, but…"
"Oh my goodness, Sam is getting some!" Rachel said through giggles. "I don't believe it."
"I'm a horrible person. I shouldn't have said anything."
"No, no, you're a sweetheart. I know you are. You're the sweetest boy I've ever known and I barely know you."
"We should rectify that," Rebecca said. "You are the future King Consort, might as well know exactly who we're bringing into these fine Lands."
"I uh… what?"
"Oh you sweet child, you," Rachel said. "Well, the catch to Jacob actually permanently keeping the Throne is if you two get married. The whole children thing can actually wait. Surprisingly enough, they aren't too pushy about children, maybe a year or two, maybe even three. That little freak out you had helped your cause. They realise how much you care about the Land."
"The little what?"
"Ooh, Jacob didn't tell you that that demon Solomon made him answer the call in front of the Council."
"WHAT?!"
"Jacob had no choice. And it worked in your favour anyway. Thanks to you, Jacob is keeping the Throne. Seriously though, you turned a meeting that would've gone on for a whole week, and turned it into a few hours thing. Like obviously the Council's been in session for way longer, but you saved Jacob from hours of having to defend himself against Sol's followers. So thank you for that."
"Uh… okay…"
"How big are you?" Rebecca suddenly asked. When Jacob turned to look at her he found that she was sketching outfits on a piece of paper she must've pulled from Jacob's drawer.
"Excuse me?"
"Like size, how big are you? Jacob probably knows though. I'm planning the tuxedo you're going to wear when you're officially introduced to the People."
"Dah–ah what?"
"You're a shy one, aren't you? That's okay. The People are actually really nice. Don't you know, the Isles has been voted 'friendliest place in the world' for five years in a row now. You'll be fine, they'll absolutely love you."
"I'm not good with public speeches."
"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about it, I'm sure Emily will help. Right Em?"
"Of course," Emily said. Her voice was soft and soothing and even Jacob was relaxed by it.
"Okay…" Edward sounded unsure.
"Awesome!" Rachel said, not missing a beat. "So I will need to know more about you, Edward Masen. Not just what Jacob and his brothers have told the Council. Have you ever done drugs?"
"What? No! I don't drink or smoke either. I hate the way alcohol tastes and I hate the smell of smoke."
"Good, that's really good. Jacob, he's perfect."
"He just said like two thing," Jacob said, not sure how just that could make Edward perfect.
"No, he's perfect, shut up!"
"Thank you?" Edward answered, still mostly sounding unsure and now a little confused.
"How many kids would you be willing to have, Edward?"
"I uh… don't really have a set number."
"What if you had triplets?"
"Rachel, why?" Jacob whined.
"No, you be quite, I'm talking to the future King Consort. So Edward, what if you had triplets?"
"I'd uh… I'd probably freak out."
"So would Jacob, but eh. But what would you do?"
"I wouldn't do anything? I mean, they're my kid's right. I'd love them all. It would be like having three kids… just at the same time."
"Told you Jacob, perfect boy is perfect." Jacob pulled a face at that.
"How comfortable are you in white?" Rebecca asked while still busy with her sketching.
"Pretty comfortable, I think."
"Okay."
"He's really pale," Jacob said, tapping at the sketch.
"I'm not really pale," Edward protested. "I mean I probably resemble the dead— the undead but I'm not that pale."
"He's that pale, trust me."
"Shut up, Jacob. I don't like you very much."
"Weh!"
"Are you allergic to anything?" Rebecca asked, now starting up on a 'wedding menu'. Jacob looked at her as though she'd lost her mind, because seriously? He hadn't even asked yet and she was already planning.
"Mostly to sea creatures. I told people I was allergic to vegetables once."
"And they believed you?"
"Well obviously not."
"Okay, then. Anything else?"
"Um… well I'm not a fan of pumpkin."
"That's all right, neither is Jacob."
"So when you're married, are you planning on keeping your last name or hyphenating or just taking Jacob's last name?"
"I don't really— Edward Black sounds nice."
"You don't have to take my last name," Jacob protested.
"I'd like to though. I know how important keeping the family name is to you, Jake, so it would be fine."
"Perfect boy is perfect," the twins said at the same time. Jacob looked at each of them, way creeped out.
"Weird twins are weird…" the Prince said shaking his head at the girls who only rolled their eyes at him. "Which reminds me, Ed, where's Rosalie?"
"At Charlie's still. She's still working out her flirting strategy. She came to Sam for help, but Sam's useless, so."
"Poor girl. She's probably never had to work this hard to get a man."
"That's one of the things she was frustrated about. Like why isn't Charlie taking the bait? But he's shy, and she's not exactly ugly. Even I bask in her beauty."
"Don't let her hear you say that. You'll never hear the end of it."
"I'd never say it to her face. I have to keep up my façade."
"What façade? She frightens your ass."
"Yes, but she can't know that I also think she's a goddess among humans." Jacob laughed.
"You're so weird, Ed, lord!"
"Shut up, don't judge me." Something beeped and Jacob looked up and saw Emily on her cellphone.
"You have to get ready to meet with your father about— uh you have a meeting," the woman said looking awkwardly at the phone, her eye twitching slightly. Jacob couldn't even stop the smile as he looked at the woman. She was so awkward sometimes it was amazing. But Jacob wouldn't have her any other way.
"You have to go?"
"Afraid so, babe," the Prince replied. "I'll call you later though, when it's actually morning there."
"Okay… I love you."
"I love you more assless Ed."
"Funny," the other man deadpanned. Jacob chuckled.
"You can't hang up though, we're still collecting data," Rachel said, getting off the bed. Rebecca followed her sister, still making lists and sketches.
"Bye Jake," the twins called before disappearing out the room, leaving Jacob with Emily. The woman was smiling excitedly, going so far as squeezing Jacob's arms.
"Congratulations on the Throne," she said, smiling at Jacob proudly.
"Thanks Em," the Prince said, not being able to stop the slight blush on his face. "You don't know how happy but freaked out I am right now."
"I can imagine. Wait till Sam hears about it, he'll be so happy…" The woman fell silent, her face taking on an almost sombre expression.
"He's happy, Em, I promise."
"I know, I know. But I just… it's just that… I don't know. I just don't want him to come back here and feel guilty about me, you know. He's been looking after me for years. I'm glad he's happy, I'm so excited about meeting his Imprint but I just… I don't want him to take one look at me and feel guilty about his happiness."
"Me neither. But it's Sam, Em, he'll feel guilty no matter. But you'll be there to smack sense into him, yeah?"
"And you'll help me, obviously."
"Obviously! You know how much I love kicking Sam's ass." They both laughed. Jacob got off the bed and pulled Emily into a hug, kissing her head. "Carlisle's amazing, you'll love him."
"If Sam loves him, I know I'll love him too. I'm glad he's finally happy and not spending every hour of every day worrying about me."
"He'll always worry about you."
"I know, but just a little less now. Poor Carlisle, he doesn't know what he's walking into. It's too late for him to turn back now, though."
"I doubt he wants to. You should see the way they look at each other… sickening!" Emily laughed.
"I'm sure it's the exact same way you look at your Imprint, hmm?"
"True things are true too."
"I'm happy, for all of you. Mikael would be happy too, he'd be proud of his little brother." Jacob tightened his hug just a bit more before finally letting go. Emily didn't talk much about her husband, and Jacob understood why. It was hard talking about the people they'd lost.
"He would be."
Emily smiled before letting out a sigh. "You should go get ready to meet your father. He's way too excited about this meeting and he might pee his pants in anticipation."
Jacob laughed. "Okay, sure."
After another quick hug, Jacob disappeared into the bathroom to go shower, unable to stop smiling as he thought about the news about him keeping the Throne and his—short—conversation with his wonderful and beautiful Imprint…
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Jacob looked at the ring—sitting inconspicuously in its velvet box—letting out a deep breath. He hadn't seen it in years, not since his mother had worn it herself. When she'd died it had been put away in the royal vault—complete with high tech security—for safe keeping along with all the other more expensive Royal things—such as the crowns and other expensive jewelry and important documents that only a selection few could touch. Now here the ring was, sitting in its velvet box, ready to be handed over to its new owner.
The engagement ring wasn't exactly simple, nor was it anything close to cheap—being the most expensive engagement ring on earth because of the rare and expensive gems that decorated it. It was a seven stone ring, with the middle—and biggest—of the stones being a red diamond. On either side of the red diamond were two smaller gems, a pair of rubies and on either end of the set were slightly smaller gems, a pair of jadeites, and then at the ends an even smaller set of red diamonds and set around the thin band of the ring were tiny square diamonds.
It was quite the ring, hard to miss. Anyone who saw it knew exactly who it belonged to—having been in the Black family since its creation way back before even Jacob's great-grandfather had been born. It had been handed down from generation to generation since it had been made and now here it was, in Jacob's hand.
Jacob had never actually held the ring. He'd seen it on his mother's finger, seen it on pictures all over the internet—all you had to search was 'The Royal Engagement Ring' and there it would be, hundreds of pages of one single ring. It was one of the most talked about rings in the world, much like Princess Diana's own engagement ring.
It was actually nerve wrecking to be holding the ring now, for more than the obvious reason. The ring was way expensive, and was a family heirloom, losing it was not an option.
The Prince sighed, running a hand through his hair as he shut the box and put it on the table.
"I'm proud of you, son," Billy said. The Prince looked up and found his father smiling at him, tears shimmering in his eyes.
"Thank you, dad," Jacob reply he too smiling, swallowing a lump that was suddenly forming in his throat. This was real, it was actually going to happen. Jacob was going to ask Edward to marry him. It was going to happen. It was officially going to happen!
"You'll be fine, son. It'll be fine, yes?"
Jacob nodded. "I know… I mean I know he wants to marry me, but I don't know if he actually wants to do it now. I mean I know he said he's okay with it happening now, but I feel like he only said that because he knows how important the Throne is and how the sure–fire way of getting it is by being married. I don't know if he's actually ready."
"Have you spoken to him about it?"
"No. I mean not so much. He wants to marry me; that I'm certain of, but I don't know if he wants to do it now."
"You should ask him. I asked your mother too because I wanted to be certain, I wanted her to be sure too. I didn't want her to walk into this because she felt she had to do it for me. But then it's not only about how ready he is but also how ready you are. Are you ready to be a husband, to be a father?"
"I am." Jacob didn't even have to think about it. He was more than ready to be married to Edward, to have children with him and grow old with him. There was nobody else he would rather be with than Edward.
"Okay then, now you just need to ask him." Jacob nodded his head and pulled out his cellphone. He supposed this wasn't the best way to have a conversation like the one he wanted to have, but he needed to know, needed to be sure.
Edward's cellphone rang only twice before he answered, sounding almost breathless. "Jake? Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
The Prince a smiled, hearing his Imprints voice—it always relaxed him, hearing Edward, knowing he was okay. "No Ed, things are okay here but uh… I know you said that you would marry me now if I asked, but Ed— —"
"You're worried I'm forcing myself to do this aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Aw, Jake, I'm not. I want to marry you whenever you're ready. I know it's sooner than I would've liked, but I want to marry you. I'm not planning on spending my life with anyone else, Jake. And whether we get married in two days or in twenty years; that makes no difference because at the end of it all I just want to be with you."
"Okay Ed… okay."
Edward chuckled on the other end of the line. "Are we going to do this now I–freak–out–now–you–freak–out thing every time?"
"Probably, maybe… definitely."
"Okay, well it's going to be my turn tomorrow, no maybe later. I'm still going to freak out on you… sorry."
"Same."
Edward laughed.
It was like music to Jacob's ears and he only smiled wider.
"Okay, freak out buddy. I love you, Jake, you know that right."
"I know Ed, I love you too."
"Okay Jake… I gotta go now, Emmett is making me take him out to dinner because he's depressed about Paul."
"Poor thing."
"You joke, Jake, but he's so annoying oh my lord. When are you sending the others back, I can't deal with these people anymore. They all keep coming to brood here and I can't take it anymore."
"You're Pack mother, Ed. They'll always come to you."
"Fuck that! Mopey Emmett is so annoying! And Paul keeps calling me to ask about him. Like why can't they phone each other? Why are they all phoning me at two in the fricking morning?"
"Well obviously it's because you have the patience to deal with them 'phoning you at two in the fricking morning'."
"Yeah well I'm tired of everyone sitting around me now. Can I just be alone for a few seconds? Is that you much to ask for?"
"My poor sweet man you."
"Shut up, you're not helping. No Emmett, put it down! I'm going to smack Alice. Oh god! Jake, I really have to go now before these idiots destroy our home."
"Okay babe. I love you."
"I love you too, Jake. Bye."
"Bye Ed." Jacob needed the call and turned to his father who was looking at him with wide eyes. "What? Dad what?"
"You just said he was Pack mother, Jacob," the King said. Jacob frowned, not sure what that had to do with anything. "Jacob, you idiot!" Billy smacked his son's hand.
"Aw dad, why?" the Prince whined, rubbing his stinging hand.
"Is the Pack talking to Edward?"
"They are. He was just complaining about how they keep calling him to ask about their Mates and Imprints."
"Well that's excellent news."
"How is my Pack bothering my Imprint excellent news, again?"
"Because it means not only do the boys accept your Imprint as their Pack mother but their Wolves also accept him."
"Seriously?"
"They wouldn't ask him about their Mates and Imprints if they didn't like him. By asking him they're trying to show Edward that they care for their Mates. They want to impress him, get on his good books. One of them is going to be a favourite and they're all subconsciously trying to be the favourite."
"Seriously?"
"Yes son, seriously."
"Oh man, that is so cool…" The King grinned at his son, popping a grape into his mouth and chuckling.
"So when do we leave so I can meet your Edward's parents?"
"I don't know yet. Emily said she'd get Rachel to prepare everything this morning and then would let us know."
"All right, that's fine… Do you know what you're going to say to Edward's parents?"
"I have an idea. I don't know though. But uh… I don't know."
"Well, be honest with them. They'll have reservations Jacob, all parents do, but you must convince them that you love their son and care for him and that you want only the best for him."
Jacob nodded, rolling his fork in his hand while the other drummed at the table. A few moments later a soft knock came at the door and it opened, Rachel peaking in for a second before pushing the door the rest of the way and stepping inside with Emily following behind quietly.
"Morning sunshines of my heart," the woman sing–sang, smiling brightly and taking a chair at one corner and putting it by the table before sitting down.
"Morning rainbow of my soul," Jacob replied, grinning.
"So I phoned the Masens and set up a date for when you can see them and uh… well it won't be just them. Edward's grandmother will be there along with his cousins, Me–Melody and Alana— no Alayna. I think there'll be a few aunts and uncles there too along with a seanm— —" the last bit of the word was mumbled, "—ready and waiting for you to impress them."
"But I'm only supposed to be talking to his parents," Jacob whined, looking at his father who only chuckled.
"Yes well, the mother's side of the family is Irish, so."
"So? So what?"
"They have a lot of family, obviously. So anyway, they'll all be there and now you have a lot more family members to try winning over."
"Awesome…"
"Oh, don't worry. Edward's flying there tonight. I sent him a text since I couldn't get a hold of him. I booked his ticket for him. He'll defend you if anyone gets too weird."
"Well at least I'll have something to look forward to then."
"Yeah, you'll get to see your baby mama." Jacob pulled an unimpressed face and Emily giggled behind him.
"That's not funny."
"It's hilarious," Billy said. Jacob turned his unimpressed look to his father.
"You're not funny either."
"No, I'm dad actually." Jacob rolled his eyes at the man groaning loudly in displeasure because goodness no! Even the King made lame dad jokes.
"God dad, don't."
"What? Am I wrong though?"
"You're ridiculous, please stop."
Rachel laughed.
"Don't encourage him."
"I'm not," the woman said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. "Anyway Jake, Rebecca wants to see you to set up what you're going to be wearing. She wants you to pick from whatever options she has set up."
"'Kay." Jacob got up and stretched. He'd been sitting for way too long in one position and to top it off he hadn't Shifted in a while and he'd been away from his Imprint too long—yes a few days was too long, especially after spending an entire week surrounded by Edward's scent.
After a stretch that may have seemed a little too long for most, the Prince dropped his napkin on the table and pushed back his chair.
"Later."
"Bye kid," Billy called. Jacob waved goodbye and strolled out the room with Emily.
…TBC…
You listen here, The Isles are fucking rich and you can't change my mind. They are so rich they could buy your country and still have change left over to buy another! *Lmao* I'm so strange though… but I'm serious though, they're bloody rich and top lists every single year, don't play!
And the ending was… *rotf* though I ain't laughing.
Anywhoo…
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