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Chapter 36: Let's Get Ready to Rumble

It had been three days since Jasper announced Edward's less than savory pursuits in New York. I knew I had moved on, so I wasn't feeling sad. Instead, an oppressive rage filled me to my core.

An angry Bella doesn't wallow, like the sad pathetic one Edward left behind. Instead, I bake. I bake badly. There is no rhyme or reason for how much flour I pour in. Might I have added pepper to the chocolate chip cookies? It was entirely possible.

Jacob took a bite of a scone and gagged. Spitting it out onto a napkin, he complained, "It's so salty! Did you drag it out of the ocean?"

"You know better than to eat them, Jacob Black!" I growled, as I waved a wooden spoon at him.

"There should always be hope that you won't kill me with at least one recipe." Jacob wandered over to the pantry and grabbed a bag of chips. "Salvation! You know what we should do with these culinary disasters?"

"I have no clue. They probably should be deemed toxic waste," I stated as I sniffed some banana bread. My nose wrinkled instantly. It was rancid.

"Put them on Esme's doorstep. Let them think it's a peace offering. Can you imagine all the Cullens and Jasper fighting for the bathroom?" Jacob burst into laughter. "Vomit flying through the air!"

"You are so gross."

Jacob shrugged. "All the boys love it."

I grabbed a trash bag and threw in brownies. The bag felt like it was filled with bricks. I sighed and went to grab the burnt oatmeal raisins when the doorbell rang.

Jumping up and wiping chip crumbs off his hands, Jacob pulled on his jacket. "I'm off chickadee! I will let you and lover boy get busy. Embry is coming over for some playtime."

"It's not Garrett." I wiggled my eyebrows at him. Then I added, "My man has a key."

"You little minx always ready for a booty call," Jacob said with a deep giggle and hip checked me. He went to open door. "I bet you get so loud when he's inside..."

"My girl is a little mouse. She doesn't utter a peep, but those gorgeous, long eyelashes love to flutter," Edward stated as he leaned in the doorway clutching a bouquet of roses. "Hey love, shall we get right to business. I want to try out that bed of ours again."