Bella PoV

God, I really am way too naive

As I pressed my face against Jake's chest and let my breath come out slowly, I thought about everything he had just said. Of course, I should have known that all this touching and kissing would eventually lead to something else. It was just that I still couldn't think of it with Jake.

I loved him and yes, one day I'd really like to sleep with him but not yet. We had just begun our relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, I didn't know if I was ready for more right now. I was glad Jake had realised that because I hadn't. My mind had stopped to function, and I had been driven only by instinct.

The familiar heat swept over me and helped me relax. This was still Jacob, my Jacob and nothing had changed. Yes, we were now in the kissing and touching phase, but he was still my friend. I had touched him countless times even after he had admitted his love for me, and he had never tried to make a move without my permission.

I shouldn't think too much about it and just act like always.

"How about the cooking lesson now?" He suggested and I nodded. "Just five more minutes." I raised my face and gave him a slow, soft kiss full on the lips. "I love you, Jake." I would never tire of saying this. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Bells. So much." Jake grinned and touched my cheek with the back of his hand. "My smart and strong and stubborn Bella."

"Stubborn?" I frowned.

"Yup, quite stubborn." He laughed when I playfully hit him in on the chest. "I am not stubborn."

"Only a little." He admitted before he caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them over my head. One more kiss, then he stood up, pulling me with him. "Come on or our dads will starve before the meal is finished."

"And then you have to add some salt and pepper," I conducted him from my place at the counter.

"How much?"

"Just a little. If you're not sure, taste it."

Jake was watching over the bubbling tomato sauce while I was cutting olives that would come into the sauce too.

"It doesn't taste any different."

"Then add some more." I rolled my eyes. Maybe I was stubborn after all. Jake really seemed like a lost cause, but I was determined to teach him at least the basic rules of cooking and so he had to endure my lecturing.

I went over, taking the cut olives and threw them into the tomato sauce. "Looks good."

Jacob didn't seem very convinced. "If you say so... You're the cook after all."

"Don't worry, you'll learn too."

"I'm not sure about that. I don't think I am very talented when it comes to that. My qualities lie elsewhere." He stood behind me and circled my hips with his hands. "Besides, why would I have to learn how to cook if I have you?"

"First because we don't live in the Middle Ages anymore and second because I can't always be here and cook for you and I'd rather you won't starve to death because you only rely on microwave food and fried bacon," I protested, waving my cutting knife in the air. Jacob laughed. "Why not? It hasn't killed me so far."

"For that, you can cook the pasta yourself while I watch from there. Don't worry, everything you need to know is written clearly on the box." I patted him lightly on the shoulder while he made a face like I had just shown him his death sentence. "Don't worry, you can do this. I trust you."

With this, I sat down on the counter across and watched in amusement as Jake reluctantly took the box with the pasta and read what was written on the side. He took out a large pot and began filling it with hot water. Then he put it on the stove, waiting for it to boil.

"You might want to put a lid on it. It contains the heat and makes the water boil sooner," I suggested and laughed when he shot me a death stare.

Half an hour later dinner was ready and sat on the stove with the lightest heat to keep it warm while Jake and I set the table. It looked nice and I was, once more, completely happy about how everything had turned out.

I turned to Jacob but before I could say anything, voices approached and soon after Billy came wheeling in, followed by Charlie. Charlie was in the middle of a joke but interrupted when he saw me and Jake standing close together, his hand on my hips.

His dark eyebrows knitted together, and I hastily took one step away from Jacob and towards my dad. "Hey Dad," I greeted and hugged him. "Did you have a nice day?" The frown lightened but the suspicion stayed.

"It was alright. I had to catch up on some paperwork but other than that it was okay. Wow, something smells really good in there." He sniffed. "Pasta?"

I nodded. "We cooked something as a little thank you for Billy and you."

"We? As in, Jacob and me?" Billy asked in disbelief, eyeing his son who seemed to be a little uncomfortable. "Since when do you cook, my son?"

"Since I started to teach him some basic things. After all, you can't rely on Sue Clearwater forever. It's gonna be a long way but I think in the end he'll succeed." I patted Jake's arm and immediately Charlie's eyes narrowed once more.

Ignoring this, I clapped my hands together. "So, who's ready to eat?"

Our pasta got a lot of compliments from the two older men and I was very proud. Not of me but of Jacob, who had really put in a lot of effort and hadn't complained once. We talked about our day and Charlie told us about a funny case he was working on (of course without mentioning any names). Dinner went by rapidly and when I started gathering dishes and glasses, I heard my dad saying: "Can I have a quick word with you, son?"

Uh, oh...