NESSIE
"Why'd she go in there?" Quil gasps.
"I know, right. She's so dead," I shake my head and spoon some more chocolate chip ice cream into my mouth from the pint.
The TV downstairs is having issues connecting to the satellite dish. So myself, Quil, Embry, Collin and Brady are spread out on the big king-size bed in the master suite, watching horror movies and eating junk food.
After my bath, I returned to the master suite to find four large wolf boys flipping through channels. Good thing I put on my robe and didn't just walk into the room from the ensuite bathroom naked.
Leah and Roger had decided that it was best to take the little girl back home to La Push rather than bring her here. So Jacob drove them to Vancouver so they could fly out to Alaska, pick up their daughter and then fly to Seattle where they will drive back to La Push. I'm going to drive Leah's car home after the new year.
I called Mom and asked if her and Alice could break into Leah's house and put together the nursery before they get back. Leah had returned and donated everything after the teen mom from Arizona had changed her mind. Mom sent me a video of Alice speed-painting the room from pink to lavender. Alice said that she didn't want anything in the room to remind Leah of the other little girl who was almost her's. Sophia deserves everything new. Even her own room colour. So sweet.
"Annnnd… she's dead," Collin shakes his head as the girl in the film gets decapitated.
"Should you be watching this?" Embry asks, glancing up at me from where he is sprawled out on the bed.
"Why? Because I'm pregnant?" I roll my eyes.
"No. Because it's rated R and you're like 13," he teases me.
"Oh, hahaha," I throw a pillow at him. I've been an adult for years but yes, technically have only existed for just over a decade.
The bedroom door swings open. Jacob takes a step inside, his eyes dart between the TV and the bed where all the guys are spread out with bags of chips and cookies, "what the hell is this?" Jacob scowls "out! Now!" he growls, snapping his fingers at them.
Quil and Embry roll off the bed quickly, grabbing the snacks. Collin and Brady follow. Jacob slams the door behind them once they're out.
"That was rude," I say and put the ice cream on the night table.
"Oh well," he mutters, brushing all of the crumbs off the bed and then lays down next to me where I am sitting up against a collection of pillows.
"You're in a mood. What's wrong?" I ask, turning the TV off.
"Nothing," he grumbles, crossing his arms.
I hate when he does this. Instead of just telling me what's wrong I have to pull it out of him.
"I know when something is wrong, Jake," I reply. "Can we just skip the part where I ask you to tell me what's wrong a million times and just go right to the part where you tell me what's wrong?"
He looks at me, silently contemplating, "I fucked up," he finally says.
"What'd you do?" I ask.
He exhales, "It's what I didn't do… I should have fucking proposed to you, Ness," Jacob rubs his face, "it would have been perfect. This place means so much to us and the more I think about it, the more I realise that I missed a big opportunity. We're not going to have a chance to come back here for a while. Not until after the baby is born. Maybe years."
I feel a wave of guilt, "I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sure whatever you were planning would have been perfect. There are other places in our life that mean a lot to us."
"I wasn't planning, though. I wasn't even thinking about it," he turns on his side to look at me.
"Oh… so… you don't want to marry me, then?" I ask. Now I feel really stupid.
"What? Of course, I do… It's just… with the house and the baby and everything. I just thought it was something we could think about later."
"Oh… No. You're right. We have a lot going on. Throwing a wedding into the mix would be too much," I reply.
"I got you a ring," Jacob says softly, "but when I brought up marriage, that time two years ago... you weren't ready…" he inhales deeply, "so I sold it… and I put the cash towards the house," he exhales.
"Oh…" I press my lips together, "sorry."
"And… well. I tried to get you another ring today," he runs his hand over his face again, "after I dropped Leah and Roger off at the airport, I drove around Vancouver but everything was closed or closing. I got to this one jewelry store just as they were closing. Explained that I wanted to buy an engagement ring so they let me in…"
"So you do have a ring?" I'm confused.
"I would have… but I guess Dad used what was left on the company card to acquire more bikes because when I tried to pay for it, the credit card was declined," he flops onto his back from his side and grabs a pillow, placing it over his head.
I can't help but laugh, I pull the pillow off of his face, "I'm so sorry… but, you know, I don't need a ring, Jacob."
"Don't be ridiculous," Jacob says, reaching out to pet my baby bump over my robe, "I'm not going to propose to you without a ring."
I rest my hand over his, "it seems silly to let a tiny piece of metal hold us back."
"If we go back home engaged without a ring, I'll never hear the end of it from my dad" he rolls his eyes.
"I could lend you the money?" I offer with a smile.
He scoffs, "you might as well just chop my balls off."
"Jacob!" I laugh.
"Sorry," he apologizes for being crude, "I just… I feel like I've disappointed you. And I want to get you a ring. And I don't want you to have to lend me the money. I have it… it's just all tied up in the business and the house, right now," he explains.
"Jacob…" I sigh. I feel horrible. He's all torn up about this and it's my fault, "we can wait to get engaged."
"But you want-"
"I want you to be happy about proposing to me. This isn't happy. You're a mess," I reply.
"But you're-"
"It doesn't matter," I reply before he can finish. "I can wait until you're ready to do it. You weren't even thinking about proposing before I brought it up. Yet today you were driving around Vancouver in a panic on Christmas Eve trying to buy a ring on a maxed out credit card," I laugh.
"I hate that I disappointed you," he pouts, dramatically.
"I have never, in my life, been disappointed by you, Jacob Black," I reply with a grin and lean down to kiss him.
Jacob lifts himself up on his elbows to meet me halfway, kissing my lips.
"What about the time I fucked up that New Year's kiss?" he cocks a brow, tracing his fingertips over my baby bump.
"Why'd you have to bring that up?" I frown, "are you trying to put me in a mood too?" I reply.
Jacob chuckles, "no. Please remain well-mooded," he replies, taking my hand and kissing it, "... I am going to marry you… you know that, right?"
"I have no doubts," I reply and watch as he flips my hand over, kissing tenderly along my palm, wrist and up my forearm. I exhale softly, "that feels nice," I whisper.
He continues the trail of kisses along my forearm until he reaches the inside of my elbow and then he trails his lips back to my wrist. These innocent kisses electrify me. That has been my life, lately. All of these intense pregnancy hormones have me wanting him at seemingly random times for nonsensical reasons. The other day I got turned on watching him study one of his motorcycle repair manuals while I was packing for this trip. I noticed how large his hands looked in comparison to the book. Then my eyes wandered his arms and chest and before I knew it I was fantasizing about abandoning packing for something a little more recreational.
Jacob's lips part from my wrist and he brings my palm to his face, holding it close but not touching. His eyes find mine, seeking permission to see my private thoughts.
I grin at him and shake my head no.
"Why not?" he asks.
"Your ego will explode," I laugh softly.
Jacob smiles and sets my hand down, respecting my wishes to keep my private thoughts private, "wouldn't want that," his eyes wander to the night table where the half eaten pint of ice cream sits, "that's not dinner is it?" he asks.
I follow his gaze, "no. I already ate." The owner of the chalet had installed a BBQ on the balcony so the guys made steak.
"Okay," he pecks my lips, "I didn't, so I'm gonna go downstairs and put something together. Will you join me or are you done for the day?" he asks, knowing that I get tired earlier now.
"I think I'll stay here and get some sleep," I yawn, it's not that late but I am so tired. Being pregnant takes a lot out of you. Even if you don't exert much energy during the day.
"Alright, love," he reaches past me and picks up the pint of ice cream, "back in the freezer?"
"One more bite?" I smile innocently.
Jacob chuckles and spoons out some semi-melted ice cream and feeds it to me, "brush your teeth."
"Okay, Dad," I tease, rolling out of bed and excuse myself into the adjoined bathroom to brush my teeth. By the time I return to the bedroom Jacob has already gone downstairs so I turn off the lights and go to sleep.
The next time I wake up it is around midnight and it's because the guys are being loud downstairs. I grumble, rolling out of bed and walk out of the master suite to the loft. I glance over the rail at Jacob, Quil, Embry, Brady and Collin in the living room below laughing and talking. There are a few open bottles with a bunch of shot glasses around. Looks like they're having a party.
"Hey, boys!" I shout over the rail. "Someone is sleeping up here!"
"Sorry, love!" Jacob shouts back up at me, "lower the volume, guys."
I roll my eyes and go back to bed. They're quieter for probably about 20 minutes or so but then eventually go back to being loud and rowdy. I feel bitter. I didn't realize how much it would irk me to be the only one unable to participate in the fun.
Despite the disturbance, I'm eventually able to drift off to sleep.
The next time I wake it's because of Jacob stumbling around in the darkness of the bedroom. It's quiet. I guess everyone finally went to bed.
"Fuck," he mutters as he walks into a dresser. He eventually finds his way to the bathroom where I hear the faucet running and him brushing his teeth. I flip my phone over; 2:03 AM. Seriously? He's up all night drinking with the guys… I mean… we are on a vacation, it's not like he ever does this at home… but I can't help but feel the hot pang of injustice. I'm doing all the work with the pregnancy and he is carrying on like a college kid at a frat party. I roll my eyes and flip my phone back on its screen side.
The faucet turns off. The door of the bathroom creaks. Footsteps. I feel the mattress shift and hear the rustling of sheets as Jacob gets into the bed.
I slide my arm under the cool pillow, close my eyes and make an effort to return to sleep when I feel Jacob migrate to the center of the bed. He inhales deeply the way he always does when he is consuming my scent. He smells like whiskey.
Jacob's rough fingertips gently push my hair aside and he kisses my neck with his scorching lips.
I sigh; uh oh. He's going for the neck.
His lips settle in behind my ear, kissing slowly and driving me crazy. My determination to be bitter about being stuck out of the fun is dissolving. Jacob nudges in closer, pressing against my back.
"That feels nice," I whisper.
He spends a gratifying length of time kissing and nuzzling behind my ear. I am so wrapped up in how amazing his kisses feel that I don't even notice that his hand has descended from my neck to the opening of my robe until I feel his large hand knead my breast. Jacob's thumb repeatedly brushes over my nipple.
I arch my back in an attempt to relieve the knot of arousal deep inside. My rear pushes into his erection and a soft groan escapes his lips. He squeezes my hip, pulling me harder against him.
I lean my head back to look at him. The moonlight illuminates his face. His expression is intense, lustful and animalistic; almost dangerous if I didn't love and trust him completely.
I grind against him, "it's late," I whisper and turn my head back to face the wall.
"I know… I couldn't help myself," he whispers against the back of my neck. Jacob hisses in response to my grinding, "fuck," his hand returns to my breast; he grips tightly.
"Careful," I warn him, wrapping my hand around his wrist. My breasts are tender.
"Of course," he whispers, loosening his grip. His hand leaves my breast. The backs of his fingers graze down my abdomen. He lightly rests his palm upon my budding baby bump and presses delicate kisses against my shoulder, "I appreciate you," he mumbles.
I chuckle softly, that's not something I'm used to hearing during foreplay, "um… thanks?"
"I know none of this pregnancy stuff is easy," Jacob continues between kisses on my back and shoulder. "You're doing so good," he whispers against my skin, "and you look so beautiful."
My heart melts. Okay, now I absolutely cannot be mad at him.
I pull my arms out of the sleeves of my robe and then shift so I can remove it completely. I settle back down against him. Jacob returns his lips to the back of my shoulder, his rough palm runs up and down my torso, sweeping over my breasts and then descending to squeeze my hip.
I reach behind me, releasing him from his boxers and position him right where he needs to be. Jacob moans softly at my touch, I can feel exactly how aroused he is. His hand snakes around my body and he touches me the way he always touches me to make sure that I am thoroughly aroused. I am.
Jacob takes over, removing my hand and slowly guides himself into me. I lean my head back against his shoulder and close my eyes.
Relax. Just relax. I remind myself
The stretching sensation always makes the first few seconds uncomfortable but it is short-lived. Like a gentleman, Jacob waits for me to signal him. He remains completely still inside of me.
Jacob kisses along my jaw and cheek, he slides one arm between me and the mattress and rests his hand lightly upon my breasts while his other hand expertly pleasures me.
"Feels so good," I whisper.
"Me touching you?" he asks softly.
"All of it," I mutter. Him touching me, kissing me, filling me; everything. I exhale, feeling my body tighten around him, relax and then tighten again, adjusting to his girth. "Okay," I whisper, letting him know that he can move.
Jacob begins a gentle rhythm. We both moan at the same time.
It's not long before he is thrusting into me with more zeal. His hand moves from pleasuring me to gripping my thigh, pulling my leg up a little bit so he can go deeper and faster.
"Renesmee," he moans against the back of my neck.
I gasp, taking pleasure in how aggressive he's being. Since becoming pregnant, he has been so gentle in bed. Not tonight, though. It's probably the whiskey.
"Don't stop," I moan.
"Please stop!" Brady yells from the other room.
Jacob laughs against the back of my neck. I feel my face become hot. Are we being loud? Can everyone hear us?
"It's okay, love," he whispers, maybe sensing my embarrassment.
Soon I am too distracted to care who can hear us when Jacob's fingers return to pleasuring me, moving rapidly between my thighs, pulling me closer and closer to my release as he thrusts into me faster and faster.
"Jacob," my voice trembles and I'm unable to control my panting.
Jacob grunts softly with each rapid thrust. His chest feels slick against my back. Sweat; both mine and his. Mostly his. I'm not doing much work here.
Soon the build starts and I tip closer and closer to the edge. Then in a burst of pleasure, my release takes over and fills me with euphoria. My limbs are light. My head is fuzzy. My whole body tingles.
Almost immediately after, I detect Jacob's release; I am filled with warmth. His moans are muffled by my shoulder against his mouth. I lean my head back and am met with hungry lips, kissing me passionately as he rides out the wave of pleasure.
Eventually, the kisses turn soft and loving as we rest in each other's arms.
"I love you," I whisper against his lips.
"I love you too, darling," he whispers in return. I can feel him smiling against my lips.
"Merry Christmas?" I grin, realizing that it is, in fact, Christmas morning.
"Mmm, was that my gift?" he asks, nuzzling my neck.
I chuckle, "don't be absurd."
"What'd you get me?" he asks, kissing along my neck.
"I'm not ruining the surprise," I sigh, tilting my head to the side for him, "you know, I just took a bath."
"And now you're all dirty again," he chuckles, "whoops… how was the tub?"
I grin. I know what he's thinking, "I already googled it… it's probably not the best to be fooling around underwater right now."
"Next time," he replies, his hand finding its way to my small baby bump.
"I wonder if Leah has her baby yet," I rest my hand over his.
"I don't think so," he replies, "I think they're just getting there now and will probably get her in the morning," he says and pulls me tightly against him, "I'm so happy."
"Me too," I smile, "this means everything to Leah and Roger."
"No. That's not what I meant," Jacob whispers, "I mean… Of course, I'm happy for them. I meant that I'm happy with you. Our baby. Our life. I know it's not perfect right now… living apart and not married. But the house will soon be finished and our son will be born this spring."
I smile, "It's going to be a lot of work."
"We can handle it."