Disclaimer: I will kidnap the Rovers and Twilight some day! But for now they are not mine. :(
Also apparently I don't own myself, I'm properly of the squirrels and FatBhoy's Cupcakes (private joke)
I still feel bad as I've been abandoning my other Fan Fiction project Jacob vs. Jasper. I'll have to try even out my attention time for each. :( :)
As always this story is dedicated to my brilliant, if not mentally unstable best friend, Amanda :)
Thanks To:
xxmulxx for being my first reviewer again and also allowing me to write her as Edward's crazy little sister. Also for the impossible to know info on the teams, the story would be nothing without you! And don't worry, I'll get you Edward for next Christmas.
Lacto3.1415 for reviewing and being my kidnapping partner! We will get Twilight and Rovers.....someday :)
Alex for your suggestions and/or begging lol and....you need mental help! And nooooo...not the hunting down with the baseball bat!
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Flash backs are in italics and are told in the POV of the person who's flashback it is
Now on with the story...........
Previously on Edward, the Wild Rover:
"Jacob, I want you to move in with me!"
Jacob's mouth dropped, he defiantly not expecting that. "Us...living together?!?!" he gasped out, as though he just ran a marathon. "Yes!" Emily nodded excitedly.
"Will you move in with me?!" Emily asked, still excited though worried Jacob didn't respond. He stared back, But I can't leave my dad, he needs me! Jacob thought.
Emily's expression fell, no longer excited, her features crushed into a pained expression. Jacob watched, and he too turned pained, just from her pain. He sighed before answering, "Of course!"
Emily's smile returned, she jumped out of her chair and jumped into his arms, burying herself in his well developed arms and soaking in the hug, She hung her head over his shoulder, "Oh Jake, this is perfect!"
Jacob's optimism wasn't as high as hers, he popped his head over her shoulder too but his whole body was tense, his face was one that belongs in a horror movie, pale under his dark skin and wide eyed.
"I'm going to go and make room for you at the house, I just have to clear a few rooms!" she squealed and after a kiss, headed for the door. "Shouldn't you have done that before you came over?" Jacob couldn't help but ask.
"Well...I didn't want to get my hopes up but now they're sky high! I can always count on you Jakey!" she was so happy, she blew a kiss for him and then skipped out to her car and drove off.
Jacob was left waving at his porch, watching as she drove around the corner. The second she was gone, the fake smile wiped off his face and instead his mouth turned into a tight line of desperation.
He then felt his phone vibrate in his jean's pocket. He pulled it out; it was from Billy, Home in few. "Damn it!" Jacob ran back inside and looked around. Nothing was out of place, he had nothing to distract himself with, he could only sit and wait for his father to come home.
In his haste, he didn't notice Sam watching him, a chocolate beard and splatters covered the jet black pup. Jacob began pacing, not knowing what else to do and muttering to himself.
"What do I do, I'm so fuc-"
"Woof!" Sam barked, cutting Jacob off. Jacob wasn't in his right mind; otherwise he wouldn't have laid down on the floor, getting eye level with Sam and begged. "Please, do something to help!" Sam tilted his head in confusion, a drop of chocolate running down a whisker and dropping onto Jacob's hand.
Outside, Jacob could hear a car door slam and his father's voice. Crap! His thoughts shouted. He then heard a French accent that could only be Laurent's. "Comon Bill-lie! Have pint!" he said, trying to gather everyone for a trip to the pub.
"Afraid not boys." Was Billy's reply. Double Crap! Was Jacob's only thought, "I better get out of this cold, bye guys." Billy said, wheeling himself up the path to his house as the other men drove off.
"Please, bite his wheels or something!" Jacob begged, Sam walked closer to Jacob. The pup then continued to lick the boy quickly, leaving a chocolate trail across Jacob's cheek.
"ERH!!!" Jacob growled and proceeded to bang his head against the floor, which was luckily carpet. "I'm guessing she didn't like the dog? I thought she was a vet."
Jacob lifted his head to look up at his smiling father. "A lil hypocritical, but I better not say a word against her, she'd kick my ass as quick as she apparently kicked yours!"
Billy rolled by his son, who looked at him in shock. "You know, most parents around here would worry to come in through the wide open door and find their kid face down on the floor." Jacob shouted after him.
Billy laughed all the way into the kitchen, "Yeah, but that would make me like all the other white folk around here!" Billy quoted Chris Rock. Jacob laughed at his father until he heard Billy shout.
"What the hell happened to the cooker?!?!?!?!?!" although a series of curses followed, Jacob was took struck by fear to make them out. In a flash he ran into the kitchen to see Billy sitting in front of the oven.
"What the hell did you do to it?!" Billy demanded, "I...cooked...it!" Jacob said, staring at his feet. "It'll come out!" Jacob amended, seeing Billy looked fit to kill him.
The elder man took a long, deep breath. "Well...you can call for takeout...and pay for it!" he said, trying to keep the mood light, after all, Jacob did all this for someone else and it probably was the only time he cook.
"Okay I'm on it!" Jacob was so relived to be off the hook and raced for the phone. He reached a hand out for it and then, slowly pulled it back. "Eh Dad, can I talk to you first."
Billy turned to look at his son, who looked nervous and...Scared? He nodded, and then began wheeling himself into the sitting room to talk when he felt someone pushing him.
He looked around and saw Jacob pushing the wheelchair. Oh this can't be good. Was his only thought, his son was sucking up, most likely trying to lessen the punishment for whatever he did?
After wheeling his father in and taken a seat in the armchair, Jacob spoke in a slightly shaky voice, un-sure how his father would react, would he never forgive Jacob for abandoning him, especially since he is in a chair?
"Dad, something happened between me and Emily-"Jacob was cut off by his father, who had guessed what had happened. "You two broke up? Is that why she kicked your ass?"
"What...ah, no, no something bigger and-" Once again, Billy took a guess, "Bigger...she's pregnant! And that's why she kicked your ass?" Jacob gaped at his dad.
"No! No,no,no,no! She's not pregnant! And she didn't kick my butt!" Jacob wanted to clear the air on the last part, he was no wuss! "Well tell me before I kick it!" Billy exclaimed.
"Dad, Emily wants me to move in with her!" Jacob sped out. Billy's mouth fell into a shocked "O" and his eyes were wide. "and I said yes, but it's not that I don't like it here, it's just, we want to take it to the next level!"
Billy stayed shocked so Jacob continued. "I'll visit all the time! I'll still drive Mel to her games and you around too and-"Jacob watched as his father's expression changed.
His eyes narrowed and his turned into a straight, tight line of a bad mood. He rose his hand up and said stiffly, "Jacob-Colin-Brady-Black, come here!" While signalling for Jacob to walk over.
Jacob obeyed and walked over and leaned down, expecting a punishment of some sort or an insult. However, he didn't expect what happened. Billy gruffed out a laugh and pulled his son into a hug.
"Ow,ow,ow,ow,ow,ow..." Jacob stopped his reaction and looked at his father. "Why doesn't it hurt? You going soft on me old-timer?" Jacob joked. In return Billy squeezed Jacob's shoulders.
"I'm not mad Jacob." Billy stated. Jacob rose out of the hug to read his father's expression and saw he meant what he said. "Jacob...You're a grown boy, and ever since these old feet gave out, you've been looking out for this family and it's about time you started living for yourself...and Emily."
Jacob smiled, his father wasn't mad, he could live with Emily! But what scared him was whenever he thought of living with her, he'd shiver and his stomach would clench.
"Are you sure, I don't mind staying!" he said. "You've already said yes to her." Billy answered. "I'm sure she won't mind if I explained, I mean, you're not ready for me to leave and-"
"I am ready Jacob." Billy corrected him, watching as his son began to sweat furiously and seemed slightly panicked. "But Mel wouldn't be and-"Once again Billy had to stop him. "Maybe, but this isn't about her, it's about you. Jacob... are you ready for this?"
"Yes!"
Jacob automatically responded, but his father read him well. "Well...I don't know, how could I know if I'm ready?" he asked, desperate for his father's often wise wisdom to help him. Billy was deep in thought for a moment, so far that he couldn't hear Jacob's elaborated breathing.
After a moment, he spoke, "Jacob." He addressed his son, making sure he had his full attention. "Do you love Emily? Truly love her, do anything for her?" Billy asked his son.
Jacob looked into his father's dark eyes as he thought. He then answered. "I do, I really, truly do. I'd do anything just to see her smile, do anything to prevent a tear to fall, I see the sun in her, without her, I'd be in dark. I love her." He confirmed.
Billy smiled, "Then there's your answer." He then looked out the window while Jacob was deep in thought. Emily was back, walking up the path to the house. Since the door was still slightly open, Billy rolled into his bedroom, the furthest he could get without going outside his home, to give his son some privacy.
Meanwhile, Jacob's mind was at war, each side screaming out reasons and consequences of moving with Emily.
Back down now! You're not ready!
You are ready! You can do this!
You can't support her, you're not worthy!
You love her!
That's why you need to let her go with someone better for her!
You are the best for her! It would break her!
A break is better than a burden, don't be a burden to her Jacob!
Say yes!
No!
Yes!
NO!
YES!-NO!
JACOB!
JACOB!
"Jacob?" Emily asked, she had entered but he hadn't moved, he didn't even pack when she left. Maybe I sprung this on him too early; her mind seemed to be a pool of doubts. She kept thinking on the way over that he'd back out, break up or leave her completely, her hopes were drowning in the sea of despair.
Jacob spun around to face her, sweaty, slightly shaking but yet, still calm. The battle was won in his head, he had made up his mind on what to do and he was sticking to it, even if some people got hurt, it was for the best.
"Are you ready to go, do you need help packing?" Emily asked, her voice slightly shaky also. Jacob took a deep breath, preparing for the consequences of his actions.
"I can't leave." He whispered and her heart was about to tear. "Wh-what?" she asked, on the verge of tears.
"I can't move in with you Em."
