Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer and therefore I do not own Twilight or the wonderful characters I screw with.
AN: So a quick note on this story. As this story continues onward, there's going to be a period while Edward is in rehab where Bella is going to be with Jacob. After that, Edward and Bella will have some time together. I'm not going to confirm or deny who Bella is going to eventually be with at the end as of yet. I know how the story is currently plotted out in my mind, but I see several ways it could end and as such I don't know with a hundred percent certainty which way it will go yet for certain. The reason the title is called a Roller Coaster is it's an accurate description of life. For most people, life has ups, downs, straights, curves, and loops, just like a typical roller coaster... And sometimes, loops are inevitable.
Chapter 35 – Baseline (Jacob)
When he got home from another tedious day working at Dowling's, he believed the house was going to be as silent as the dead, the same way it had been for the last week. He was planning to debate half the night about calling Leah before finally deciding not to, as he had done for every night over the last week. He truly thought it was going to be yet another evening alone.
He wasn't expecting to find the aroma of cooking tomato sauce, nor was he expecting the home answering machine to be blinking with a missed message.
He checked the voice machine first and after the annoying automated voice notified him of the time and date that it was left, it got to the good part.
"This is Whitney Price with Price Realty, the person selling the property outside of Forks has agreed to your offer. Please call me back if you're still interested."
He let out a relieved breath. He'd been worried that his offer would be refused as it had been substantially lower than the asking price. He hadn't wanted to offer more though, because of how much effort would have to be put into a raw piece property like that.
Jacob then headed towards the kitchen half expecting to see Bella, but she wasn't there, instead there was a slow cooker turned onto low and a note on the counter.
He looked at the note.
Planning to make lasagna tonight when I get back from work. Don't you dare touch that sauce early.
He couldn't help himself, he grinned.
Before they'd lost William, those kinds of notes had been a baseline normal from Bella. She had always loved to cook and it had been something that had shown through practically daily for their first two years of marriage. Then their son had died, he'd started cheating, her own father had died, and eventually she had started cheating as well. It became a vicious circle, still was actually.
Often times he felt that the reason they were still together was because they were both too stubborn to quit, but then there were days, much like today, where he believed they just were meant to be.