A/N: Please be forewarned that this outtake will contain spoilers for the story if you have not read it yet.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer, the creator of Twilight.

Note: Takes place between "Silence" and "Sweetest Words" chapters. JPOV (1st person POV)

I shift a little in the seat. My ass is starting to hurt. Yeah, first class is a hell of a lot roomier than coach but I'm stuck in this position. And I look down at the reason why.

Bella.

My Bella.

How beautiful she is. Her eyes are closed and her pink lips are slightly parted. Her chest is moving up and down slowly in deep sleep.

I lean in and kiss her forehead for the thousandth time during our flight. There was never any gesture, never any words I could ever say to show this woman just how much I loved her.

Hard to believe that this all happened in six weeks but it's real. It's there and it's real. I just know it's right. Something tells me she's starting to see it, too, but sometimes I can't be sure.

Last night... Well, last night was one of the best nights of my life and yet, one of the worst. We had been so happy at Em's. The way she had run down the stairs and jumped into my arms, telling me she missed me. Fuck. I wasn't lying when I said I could have that happen for the rest of my life and die happily. She makes me happy. I smile down at her sleeping form, kiss her forehead once more, and lean my head back again.

I try to close my eyes and get in a quick power nap but my mind is too keyed up. Everytime I close them I see Bella. The Bella that scared the fuck out of me.

When that piece of shit had said those things to her last night, I saw what happened. I saw her face. It had hurt her. Cut into her so deep she just shut down. And then my Bella wasn't there anymore. Instead there was an empty shell left behind, not moving, practically not breathing.

I wanted to beat the shit out of him for hurting her like that but when I saw Em move in and try to talk to her and she wasn't responding, my instincts kicked in. I had to get to her, help her. Something was wrong, very wrong. I felt the urge even stronger when I saw her backing away from Em. Em, the one person besides me who she trusted implicitly. She had told me how close they were. A fact I had become grateful for this past weekend.

And even when I tried to reach her, she looked at me blankly, like a damn zombie. Like she didn't know who I was. It fucking broke my heart when she wanted to leave, without me, but I ignored the pain and did what I had to do to take care of her. She's what matters.

Thank God for Em. Man, if that guy wasn't on my side, I swear he and I would have fucking killed each other. He is a big guy and just as devoted to Bella as I am. If Bella told him to beat my ass, he would and not even think twice about it. But at least he got the fucking prick away from me and Bella, gave us the time we needed.

I admit it, when I saw how skittish she was, how spooked, it made me even sadder but worse than that, it scared me. She stayed as far from me in the car as she could. And when I tried to touch her hand, just to let her know I was there, she recoiled from me. Me. Her Jake.

I was so fucking scared I was going to lose her. I didn't know what to do. I thought about calling Em or, hell, even Blondie, but I didn't know if they could get through to her. I thought about Em's failed attempts and decided to just let things be and see where they went. I would get through to her. Somehow, some way, I would.

I did my best to make her smile and after a while, she finally did. Once I heard her laugh, I knew my Bella was back. She was still there, buried deep underneath all of that pain. The haunted look was still in her eyes, though, but she was hugging me. As long as she wasn't shrinking away from me, as long as she was touching me, I knew it would be okay.

I have to say, whatever Prickward said to her, really did a number on her. She was a lot more dependent on me, a little more clingy, than she normally would have been. I didn't mind so much. I love the girl. If she wanted to hold my hand and keep me in her bed, who was I to complain? Especially, when I had been fighting so hard to be in that position? It was my fucking dream. For once, she was depending on me, looking to me for something and not running to that fucker. I could live with that. But, I didn't have to look at her face to know that as much as she was back and with me, there was something still different, something changed. Something still sitting there, in between us, keeping us from one another, like a huge fucking wedge. And it killed me.

I never really realized just how much access I had to her before all of this. I thought she had kept me at bay before, never wanting to get too involved with me at first, and then scared to admit how she really felt about me because she was convinced she couldn't be without Edward.

But I was wrong.

Now it was harder to get through to her. Now is where I didn't have full access to her. Suddenly, Edward wasn't the biggest threat anymore. This was. This is what's keeping me from the girl I love. I didn't know what this was but I'll be damned if it or anything else was going to come between us.

And of course, Em wouldn't tell me. I asked him but he just shook his head and said it was for Bella to tell me if she wanted me to know. It wasn't for him to say. I pushed him into a wall for that one. He took it in stride, of course, apologizing left and right but standing firm in his decision. Eventually, I calmed down and let him go. He wasn't the one I was pissed at. It was stupid of me to ask. I should have known he wouldn't give it up. Bella was his number one priority, too. A role both of us took very seriously. So I brushed him off, thanked him, apologized myself, told him I'd talk to him tomorrow and went back upstairs to my girl.

I stared down at Bella.

This is the girl I'm meant to be with. If I believed in such crap like fate and destiny, then this girl was the one. No doubt about it. I felt it every time I kissed her, every time I touched her, hell, every time I heard her voice. I just knew. This is the woman who's meant to carry my last name. Hell, even Tom the really smart driver knew. She's meant to be with me. I just know it. And I'm going to make sure she knows it, too.

I had already called Dad and let him know I was coming for that ring. Mom's ring.

Dad's not an idiot. I didn't fill him in on all the details but he knows I'm getting divorced. I think he was a little surprised when I asked him to give me the ring when I see him but he didn't say anything and would have it waiting and ready. I knew he had always wondered why I didn't give it to Ness when I asked her to marry me. But, then again, he did meet Ness at the wedding. So, he kind of had an idea why. She wasn't the type to appreciate the sentiments attached to the small band my mother had once worn, since it wasn't brand new or weighted down by a huge fucking diamond, no matter how much it meant to me, so I didn't even bother. Instead, I used some of the little savings I had in conjunction with a small loan to buy her something more suited to her tastes. I scoffed in disgust. Even then it hadn't mattered...

I shook my head, scattering the direction those past thoughts were going in and focused on the present. I'm not fucking stupid. I know if I ask Bella right now with how unsure she is with everything and with this on top of it, not to mention how short of a relationship we've actually had so far or the fact that she still loves that shit of a husband she has, I'm getting my ass handed to me. She'll freak and run off, and I definitely will never see her again. But, I have an opportunity and I'm taking it. I was going out there, anyway. Why not kill two birds with one stone and get the ring while I'm at it?

I know what my dad and Rach are going to say when I talk to them. 'Six weeks? Are you sure? That's not a long enough time to jump into marriage, Jake.' Yep, I'm that fucking sure. I feel it everywhere. Bella is it for me and soon that prick of a husband of hers is going to know it, too, and he'll be history.

I know she's going to pick me. I just know it. She feels it, too. She was happy last night. Just as much as I was. Until all that other shit happened, that is. And holding her in my arms last night, while she was asleep? Best fucking night of my life.

Like I said, best night and worst night of my life right there. I only hope these four days will be even better. And they will be. I'll make sure of it.

The blonde stewardess makes her way over to me again. And of course, she shakes her hips and flips her hair, giving me that smile. I think she even lifts her skirt up a little before coming over to talk to me. Inside, I roll my eyes at her. What an easy lay this would be had I not already met the woman of my dreams and had her snuggled into my side. Hell, I wouldn't even have to work for it with how eager this girl was. She was hot, no question about it, and her legs went on for miles. All I would have to do is give her a look, make my way towards the back, take her into the bathroom, bend her sweet ass over, lift her skirt even higher and shove into her. I'd have her screaming against my hand in no time, begging me for more. Fuck, I bet she'd let me do whatever I fucking wanted to her and I hadn't been able to do that for a while now... The idea resurrects a little nostalgia but also bringd with it a large wave of guilt that consumes me when Bella stirs slightly next to me. I glance down towards her sleeping form and the guilt triples. How could I ever fucking think that shit? Even though I didn't plan on doing anything, even thinking it, with some fucked up tiny tendrils of nostalgia from my past attached to it, is wrong. Bella's lips curve into a small smile in sleep and it makes me smile in return. How could I ever have those thoughts when I have this beautiful woman next to me? Old habits dying hard be damned; none of it matters, only she does. I brush my lips tenderly against the crown of her head before turning back to meet the translucent blue gaze focused intently on me, determination shadowing my every move and resolve lining the words shaping in my throat.

The bold flight attendant leans down to talk to me and gives me a nice view of her cleavage. Wait, didn't they have some sort of dress code for stewardesses or something? Is she really allowed to pop those buttons on her dress shirt? Fuck, why couldn't the other stewardess from the beginning of the flight be serving us? With everything going on, this girl trying to tempt me back to my old ways is the last fucking shit I needed.

She smiles extra wide and I think I even see her tongue slip along her bottom lip, the woman attached to my side not even a thought in her pretty little head. Are you fucking kidding me?

"Is there anything else I can get for you, sir? Anything?" She practically purrs.

Only a certain type of woman would hit on me every fucking two minutes while my girl (supposed girlfriend or wife to these people) is sleeping against my chest. I seriously debate on just telling her to get her ass away from me but we still have a couple of hours left to go and she is only one of two stewardesses serving us. I don't want to cause a problem. But the guilt from earlier rears its ugly head, reminding me that I had allowed her tempting offer to get into my head for a fraction of second, and rage at my own self strengthens my resolve.

I give her a polite but empty smile. This bitch isn't my fucking type anyway. Nope. Petite brunettes that have me going fucking crazy for them every minute of every day is more my style. Petite brunettes who like to lay against me and listen to my heart beat. Petite brunettes who tell me they love me each chance they get and lay kisses on me that make my world end.

"No, thank you. We're fine. But if we need anything, we'll let you know." I give her the best damn meaningful look I can while still remaining courteous about it.

She smiles even wider. What the fuck? "Okay, well if you need anything, anything at all, I'll be in the back right next to the bathrooms."

I stare at her in disbelief.

She smirks and stands up slowly and walks away, shaking her ass for my benefit.

I shake my head. I had to hand it to the blonde. She is determined but no fucking way is she going to get what she wanted. She can fuck some other horny bastard in that tiny shit bathroom.

"Jaaaake..."

My fucking heart stops and my dick throbs. Shit. I immediately look down. Had Bella heard everything? Had she seen the whole exchange? Had she known how I had been thinking mere moments ago?

Thankfully, Bella is still asleep.

Fuck, had she just moaned my name? Oh shit, did that mean she was dreaming of me? Was I fucking drilling her? God, I hoped I was. The thought has me at full salute, making me discreetly adjust myself.

She moans again and digs into my chest with her fingers. It hurt in the best way possible. "Baby..."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! The hard-on from hell is back. Shit! I want to get her into the fucking bathroom. I now have the urge to join the mile-high club. Fuck!

Her fingers grip tighter, making me groan. Shit, I hoped no one heard that.

"Mmmmmm baby, yessss, just like that, mmmm..."

I do a quick scan to make sure no one is looking our way. They're not. I look back to see her breathing a little faster than before.

Holy fucking hell. I want to unzip my jeans, pull my dick out, grab Bella, move her underwear to the side and slide her right onto me. Fuck, I need her so badly. My dick is so hard it is practically pulsing and it fucking hurts. I want to fuck the shit out of her. Fuck the rest of the plane. We'll give them a show.

And then I hear a gasp. "Right there, Jake. Right...there...harder..."

I close my eyes and lean my head back. This girl is trying to fucking kill me.

She starts panting in my ear and I fucking lose it. I open my eyes and kiss her. Not hard enough to wake her up but just enough to taste her. Something I wouldn't dare do while she was awake.

I pull back, not really wanting to, but not about to force my tongue down her throat while she is asleep.

I hear her whisper, "Baby...I love you."

I can't help but smile. She is somehow still asleep. She is fucking me in her dream and yet still telling me she loves me. Maybe this means we can go back to the way things were before?

I kiss her nose, I love her nose. "Baby, I love you, too. So fucking much. I promise, this trip is going to be amazing for us. You'll see," I whisper to her.

Then I hear a slight snore. I shake my head, smiling. I kiss her forehead, lean back in my chair, and chuckle. Only Bella.

I sigh and close my eyes. I love this girl so fucking much, I'd do anything for her. Anything at all.

Now if only this fucking hard-on would go away on its own...

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I must have dozed off for a bit.

I open my eyes, yawning and checking my watch. I must have been out for a good twenty minutes.

Just twenty? Damn.

I look down at Bella. Still asleep, although no longer snoring. I shake my head again and kiss her forehead. My Bella. My Bells.

Just then, I hear the curtain open a ways in front of us. There stands the blonde, looking clearly miffed that I hadn't just drooled and followed her to the back. I vaguely wonder how long she had been waiting. Eh, I don't really fucking care. Like I said, I've got my perfect woman in my arms. Nobody and nothing else matters.

The blonde gives me the evil eye and starts to make her way towards me.

I sigh in annoyance. Is she fucking kidding me? Didn't my not meeting her in the back like she offered been obvious enough that I wasn't interested? This is just getting fucking ridiculous. Okay, no more being polite. I need to put this bitch in her place and fast.

A hand shoots out and interrupts her stride. Some old guy is trying to get her attention for another blanket or something. She very reluctantly stops and helps him.

I turn and kiss Bella's lips one more time, not caring in the least if the blonde sees. And then I grab Bella's left hand and kiss the bare spot on her ring finger.

God, I love her for that. How fucking amazing a feeling it was to take her hand earlier and find she had taken them off. I was going to ask her to once we got to the garage, out of respect for our trip but really more so for me. She was with me for four days. I didn't think it was that outrageous of a request. But she had done it all on her own. And for me. For us.

I had never wanted to grab her and make love to her so much than I did right there. I wanted to make love to her for hours, not caring that it was Edward's bed or not. Or if he'd come home to find me making his wife scream my name in his bed or not. But she had pulled me out of my fantasy and quickly. I was thankful because I was about to let my dick run the show.

But the sound of her voice tugged at my heart and reminded me exactly why I didn't. Why I was holding back, waiting. Why I was doing everything I was to keep her with me, to take care of her, to protect her from getting hurt. I love her.

I kiss her finger one more time and then lower her hand gently. I lean my head back, seeing the blonde glaring at me. I give her one hell of a cocky smile. She scoffs and turns away, heading back to the curtained area, her ass no longer shaking. Well, guess that's the end of my drink run.

I lean forward a little and pull out one of the magazines we had bought, flipping it over. Cosmo. I chuckle and open it eagerly. I don't give a shit if anyone sees me reading it. Yeah, it's a chick mag but like Bella said, the articles are really the important part. I smirk when I remember how she had teased me in the store.

I check the table of contents and flip straight to '15 Of the Hottest Sex Tips Every Couple Should Know', beginning to read through the list.

Check.

Check.

Check.

Kind of.

Check.

Wait, hold on. No, we definitely have not done that. Shit, we need to. I look down at Bella and try to imagine her in that position.

I take a deep breath and feel my dick get even harder if it were possible. Fuck. We are doing it. Even if I have to wait 'till we get back home thanks to Fuckward's bullshit. We are definitely fucking doing that.

I go through the rest of the list. For the most part, we had done pretty much everything. Only a couple of things to try out. And I am fucking excited for them. And anyone who is sitting near me and Bella could tell I was excited, too.

Then I turn to the section titled: '7 Sex Toys That Are Already In Your Bedroom'. And for the first time, I am really grateful for the vibration option on my phone.

Speaking of vibrations, I wonder if Bella had brought the gift I had given her. I look down at her sleeping face, sighing and kissing her forehead one more time. I smile and turn back to the article. Well, if she had forgotten it in the...aftermath of everything, it's no problem. I would improvise and just have to pull something out of my stash. I smirk as I turn the page.