Bella's P.O.V

When we get to the hotel, we stay in the car while Edward walks inside and checks in. I get out of the car, get on the other side, and go to park the car. After I park the car, I turn around and look at Jacob, who looks frightened now that I turned and looked at him.

"What?" Jacob asks.

"Who were you talking to on the phone?" I ask.

"What?"

"I saw you on the phone at the airport."

"Oh, that, I was talking to Embry."

"What did he want?"

"Quil wants to join my pack, nothing really important."

"Oh."

I turn back around in my seat. I thought it something more serious. Edward comes out and asks me to pull up the truck. I pull it up, pressing the button, I get out helping get the luggage out, and Jacob gets out of the car too and grabs his luggage. Edward gives him his key to his room.

"Thanks." Jacob says.

"Welcome." Edward says.

I do not think I've seen them this nice before for a while.

"Hey, Bella, I'm going to my room if you need me." Jacob says.

"Ok." I say.

He then heads inside the building.

Jacob's P.O.V

As I walk into the building, I look to see which floor I am going to be. I am going to be on floor of five rooms, 204. As I take the elevator and walk down the hall, I find my room on the left side of the hall. I swap my key, and it turns green. I open the door, walk with my luggage, and close the door behind me. When I walk, I put my luggage against the wall next to the bed. After I do that, I sit on the bed. I do not know what to do next. I usually have patrol by this time. Suddenly I hear a knock on the door. I get up and walk over to the door. It is Bella. I wonder what she is doing down here.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be in your room unpacking?" I ask.

"We are only staying for the night and leaving tomorrow night to take the six a clock flight back." Bella replies pushing the door open further and walks in.

I close the door and walk over to her.

"Bella..." I say but get interrupted.

"Jake, I can't help it. I really what to know what's going on with you. You ran off fast into the hotel." Bella says.

"Bella, I'm fine. I just wanted some alone time."

"Really because I think there's something wrong."

"There's nothing, Bella." I walk over to her and grab her freezing cold arms. "I'm fine Bella, I swear."

"Oh, really, you seem cozy with Renesmee today on the plane."

"I was holding her; she was cold."

"Ok, whatever you say."

She walks toward the door, opens it, and walks out. After she leaves, I go downstairs to the lobby to grab something to drink. I sit at the bar, and a young woman I think in her 20s or 30s comes up to me.

"Hey, what can I get you champagne, beer." The woman says.

"One beer please." I say.

I cannot believe I want a beer. I am only seventeen years old. Maybe this help me will get over the Renesmee thing Bella keeps talking to me about. She comes back with the beer and I'm surprised she didn't ask for my ID. I give her the money. After she leaves, I open the beer bottle and take a sip. I have never drank beer in my seventeen years of living. I take a sip, and well, it tastes strange. I put it down, and a woman sits right next to me.

"It's like you've never had a beer before." The woman says.

The bartender walks away and lady comes and sits next to me.

"Hello." The lady says.

"Hi." I say.

"You seem like you need company."

"I'm fine. I don't need your company."

"Come on, what's your name? I'm Christina Moore, and you are."

"Jacob Black."

She shakes my hand, and I let go.

"So you look young, how old are you?" Christina asks.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"Not until you tell me first."

"Fine, I'm seventeen."

As she drinks her drink, she almost spits it out by the surprise of what she heard.

"What?" Christina asks.

"You heard me." I reply. "Now your turn."

"I'm twenty- four."

"'Oh."

I take enough sip of my drink, and the lady looks at me surprised.

"Aren't you too younger to drink?" Christina asks.

"Aren't you too old to be talking to me?" I ask.

"Touché."

I finish my drink and ask for another.

"I think that's enough for you today." Christina says.

"I better go." I say getting out of my seat.

"You too."

I head to the elevator and my room, and before I get to my room, Bella comes by me. What does she want now?

"Have you been drinking?" Bella asks.

"A little." I reply.

"How many?"

"Just one." He replies. "Oh ok, go to bed then."

"Ok."

I unlock my door, walk in, and go to bed.

Bella's P.O.V

There has to be something going with him. I have to go to the bar and talk to someone who he was talking to. Maybe I can figure out what his problem is. I take the elevator down to the first floor and head to the lobby. We I get to the lobby, there is no one hanging out, but not until I see the bar with an older woman and young woman talking. I walk over there and sit down. The older woman standing by the bar stops talking and looks at me.

"May I help you with a drink?" The bartender asks.

"No, thanks. I don't drink alcohol." I lie.

I had to come up with something quick. I cannot drink beer because I will have bulk it right up. The young blonde girl that looks like she is in her twenties or thirties next to me has a shocked look on her face.

"You don't drink alcohol?" The lady asks.

"No, it's just bad for my body even though I'm nineteen." I reply.

"You're nineteen? You look around my age."

"Yeah, a lot of people say that."

"So, what's your name?"

Now that I am married, I have to start using my new last name.

"Bella Cullen." I reply.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Christina Moore." Christina says.

"Nice to meet you, too"

It is silent for a second, and I think that maybe she talked to Jacob. Perhaps I can get some answers.

"Hey, five or ten minutes ago, were you talking to a tall, muscular tan guy in this very seat I'm sitting in?" I ask.

"Yeah, Jacob Black was here. Why?" Christina asks.

"I'm his best friend, and I'm worried about him. His room is next to mine, and so when I came out, he looked miserable. Did he say anything about anything?"

"No, not really. I just asked him his name, how old he was, and then I told him he shouldn't be drinking then after a minute he left."

"Oh, well, thank you. I better go."

"Ok."

I get up, head out of the lobby, take the elevator up, and go to my room.