The truck ride after two weeks of absolute heaven was simply steaming with anticipation, my hands fidgeting as I tried to contain my excitement while Jake drove us towards our home that everyone had helped us get, and helped put together, and had finished adding the remaining touches onto it just last night, so everything was fresh and no doubt quite perfectly beautiful.

I couldn't contain my grin as we re-entered the reservation, the La Push sign welcoming us back. I knew that as soon as we stepped though that door, we wouldn't be out of it for a few days. Jake had made that increasingly clear to me before we left the cabin, and hey, I was more than down for just getting lost beneath the sheets for a few days, he only leaving for the patrol he'd agreed to, which was less than normal, and to do some car shop stuff. I was more than down for just a few days of mainly just us both, in bed, doing things I certainly didn't do before a fortnight ago.

Jake had his hand resting on my knee, his right hand on my knee, left on the wheel. His thumb was rubbing across my kneecap as he drove, my eyes watching out of the window. I was practically bouncing in my seat, excited beyond words that could describe it. He had a grin on his face as he drove us closer to where our forever home was, and I just couldn't wait to see it. We could've been living in a shack, and I still wouldn't care, because it was the thought and effort that counted to me, not the money or worth, but the time put into doing this so I wouldn't ever have to worry about a roof over my head again.

Jake turned off the main road in La Push, the truck shaking as it went up a rough dirt road, and Jake placed both hands on the wheel then. steering us around some fairly tight bends before he pulled up onto a dirt driveway, and it was outside on the most beautiful wooden log homes I had ever seen, the type that you saw on the internet, or the type you saw in the movies, the ones that looked like absolute perfection.

He turned to me, giving me a grin. "Welcome home, Ellie."

I clambered out of the truck eagerly, only to have Jake swoop me into his arms, picking me up as he headed towards the house. I gave a short squeal of surprise as he cradled me to his chest, laughing as he grinned at me. "What is this for?" I asked between laughs and he grinned. "I'm carrying you over the threshold," he stated as though it were obvious. I gave a gleaming smile in response. My wolfy husband, and while the last part of that title was going to get some getting used to, the first part was familiar and normal, because he was my wolfy man, mine and mine alone.

The inside, the front room where I could sit for hours and look at the view, was beautiful. Wooden walls that added to the character, a stone fireplace with the television above it making me smile, the exact same arrangement at Grams and Dad's house in the living room, and I knew he'd done that there and then considering he'd done the one there too before he was forced to go and work away to support us.

Jake placed me down. "Tell you what, explore while I sort the truck out and get it parked in the small shelter at the back, and then we'll explore our room together, hm?" He pressed his mouth to mine gently, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before he pulled back, giving me a grin as he slipped back out of the house, whistling as he did. My breath shuddered in and out my lips as I tried to regain the oxygen I'd lost during his much accepted assault on my mouth.

The living room was cosy, and simple, just how I liked it, right down to the leather couches I'd seen in the garage back home, to the homemade curtains that Grams had said she'd been making for the living room there but had obviously not been doing, and even down to the basket of fire logs that I'd seen Jake chopping just a week ago. Someone must've picked them up from the cabin because I had seen him put them in that exact same basket as soon as he's finished chopping them up.

I gave a slight smile as I ambled through to the little kitchen that would do Jake and I just damn well fine. The wooden walls and tiled floors contrasted perfectly, my smile widening as I spotted the same sign that'd been in the kitchen back at my first home, a place that would always hold a special place to my heart, regardless of whether the organ had been mine to begin with or not.

I could see an empty room down past the kitchen, more than likely what would be the small office or bedroom Jake had been talking about. I left that to explore another time, heading for the wooden staircase to go head up stairs. I quickly took a look at the bathroom, grinning at the fact we had a bathtub and not just a shower on its own, something I well intended to use later on before I headed off to bed.

Speaking of bed, and bedrooms, I stepped into ours with a small smile, taking in the obviously super king sized bed that I just knew he would insist upon. I grinned, taking in the rustic furnishings that decorated the room, the walls the same wood as what ran throughout the rest of the home. Jake came in behind me, tossing the bags beside the bed before he pulled me into his arms with an easy grin. "I take it you approve then?"

I didn't speak; my mouth found his, hands pulling at his shirt, and he grinned, pushing me back gently. "I'll take that as a yes," he answered.