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 after "Gone" and during the dinner Bella misses in the beginning of "Different". JPOV


Shit.

Shit. Shit. Fuck.

Unfuckingbelieveable!

Goddammit!

Jake shook his head, then placed his forehead in his hands as he walked down the beach. A few angry tears made their way onto his cheeks which were quickly wiped away.

Bella had broken it off. For good this time.

He knew she had been dangerously close to the edge. He could sense it. Ever since that day at the store, she had been precariously shifting the future of their relationship back and forth.

He had done everything he could to keep them together. He threatened her, begged her, made love to her, confessed to her his feelings. Well, okay, maybe not all of his feelings, but enough to get them started on the right track. But he should have known that would make her run.

He sighed and dropped his hands, closing his eyes. He loved her so much, why couldn't she see that? Didn't she know he would do anything for her? Didn't she realize how much power she had over him?

He opened his eyes and turned, walking to the water's edge. He stopped and stared out into the open expanse of ocean.

He knew this weekend wasn't going to be easy on them. He had known. But he didn't expect her to break it off between them within the first few hours they were here. His jaw clenched. And for him of all people. How fucking ridiculous was that?

He glanced down, not really seeing the dark blue water making its way towards him, waving to him, beckoning for him to join it.

Bella, Bella, Bella.

He sighed and shut his eyes again. He wasn't entirely sure he could do this. How did she expect him to go forty eight hours in the same house with her and not touch her? Kiss her? Grab her hand? Or make love to her?

Those words brought hers rushing back to his head, making him angrier than ever.

"So let me get this straight, it bothers you that I made love to you, Bella?"

"That's not what bothers me. What bothers me is why it happened."

Why it happened? Why the fuck did she think it happened? Why the fuck else did she think he would make love to her? Because he fucking loved her, that's why! He had held her, caressed her, kissed her sweetly, asked her to stay with him, to keep that connection going so he could show her without words just how much he truly loved her. And that bothered her!

It had been his only option, his only way to show her. He had come close to telling her today with the words he'd been wanting to say for so long but he knew. He knew if he did she'd run so far he'd never get her back. And that he couldn't have happen. He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. So he did the next best thing he could just to show her how much she meant to him.

And it was one of the most beautiful sweetest moments of his life. Making love to her was so simple, so perfect, so...right. If he never knew how much they truly belonged together before, he certainly knew it then. Once they moved together, not rough and hard like they usually did, and truly became one, connecting with every breath, every touch, every kiss, he knew.

He had always known Bella would be the one. The one to work her way into his heart without even trying. The one to stay there for the rest of his life regardless of what happened between them over time. The one who left him forever changed. The one who made him want to be a better man. The one who had him dreaming constantly of a new life. A life with her. The one that had him planning out the course of the rest of their lives. Together. The one who had him working harder and longer each day. The one who had him and Seth looking for ways to expand the business so more money could be made. The one who had him working out a contingency plan for once he finally left his wife, demanding a divorce so he could be free to be with her. The one who made him fantasize at least ten times a day of how he'd beg her to leave him, how ecstatic and on air he'd be when she did (and he knew she would, he just needed to give her time), how he'd propose to her, how he'd spend every day of the rest of his life trying to make her happy.

A big house. A family. Yes, he'd give her a family if that's what she wanted. It scared the living shit out of him, but if she wanted-gulp-kids, he knew he wouldn't hesitate to give her what she wanted. And then the image of her round with his child popped into his head and it made him smile sadly. There was something so sexy about it. Knowing that it would be his baby she would be carrying inside her tiny body, growing, conceived in a moment of them loving each other. Something that they created. Together.

Tears began to cloud his vision and that damn lump started to form in his throat. He shook his head and cleared his throat loudly.

He was turning into a damn chick flick. He was the girl on the beach dreaming of the life she would have with the guy she was head over heels for. The house, the marriage, the family, hell, even the damn dog. Black Labrador. Jake snorted. Why didn't he just start planning their damn wedding while he was at it?

Small, intimate, on the beach at sunset.

Fuck. See what you fucking do to me, Bells? He smirked and shook his head. Shit, Bells. What the fuck am I going to do with you?

He sighed and began to rub his eyes with both hands. He knew one thing. He wasn't giving her up that easily. Her being stubborn or not, her just giving him the ol' heave ho or not, he was not giving her up. She meant too much to him and he knew she felt something for him, too. Something she refused to vocalize. Something he saw more and more each time they were together.

He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he was going to get her back. She had come into his life and fucking twisted it all around to a point where he didn't even recognize it anymore. So she would just have to deal with the consequences. Those consequences being him.

Yes, he would get her back. He loved her too much to let her go.

He began to walk back in the direction of the house as his determination strengthened into steel resolve. He smiled to himself. Yes, he would definitely get her back.

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Okay, maybe he wouldn't get her back.

She had failed to show up at dinner, giving some bullshit excuse that she wasn't feeling well or some shit. Yeah. Right. And now he was stuck in some goddamn endless fucking dinner with his darling wife and their guests. And of course, Edward had joined them.

As Jake took a long pull of his third beer, he snorted sarcastically. What kind of man leaves his wife at home sick? Goes to dinner without her, sitting here laughing and having a good time, and not once calling to check up on her or tell her he loves her? A dick, that's who. And this was the guy she had pushed him away for? He snorted again. Please.

If Bella was his wife, he'd be on the fucking phone with her in a heart beat. No, fuck that. He wouldn't be here period. He'd be at home, holding her, stroking her hair, rubbing her back the way she liked. He didn't give a shit if he had a dinner at the White House with the President. Bella would come first.

He shook his head and took another long pull of his drink. Ness watched him out of the corner of her eye and he could tell she wasn't pleased. He smiled wickedly at her and emptied the bottle. He then motioned for the waiter who was only too happy to get him another. He felt Ness' hand cover his own and he never had such a strong urge to knock it off as he did now.

"Babe, don't you think you should slow down a little? That's going to be your fourth drink," she whispered, her tone sweet for the others to hear but Jake could hear the restrained anger underneath it as she had meant him to.

He laughed, knowing they were indeed being watched and he could fucking care less. "Well, babe, that's amazingly observant of you. That has to be the most attention you've paid me during our whole marriage. And to think, here I thought you just didn't give a shit."

He saw Ness flinch and pull her hand back, dropping her eyes in a feigned rebuke. Jake had no doubt about it; he would pay for his small act of rebellion later. He turned towards the rest of the table, smirking and uncaring. Sure enough, Rose kept her eyes on her plate and Emmett and Edward glared at him. And the Oscar goes to... Ness had once again proved herself to be a master of manipulation. He half-wondered what story she would weave this time to garner further sympathy from this crowd, how she would paint him as the villain of this piece once again. Oh, wait, that's right. I no longer give a flying fuck.

He chuckled to himself and immediately snatched the bottle from the waiter who suddenly appeared next to him, followed by a silent tip of the glass in salute towards the beautiful redhead who was surreptitiously glaring daggers at him. Jake began to sip the cold beer, grateful for the numbing warmth its alcohol was beginning to provide. Let them fucking glare! Who gave a shit anymore? Certainly not him.

It was his wife. Supposedly. His marriage. His fucked up marriage that he only stayed in just so the woman he loved wouldn't freak and break it off with him for good. He knew if he finally moved out of the house he was forced to share with the fucking psychotic witch he couldn't endure any more than a nasty stomach virus, then Bella would automatically assume it was because of her and would freak, leave him standing there with moving boxes in his arms. And he knew she would then definitely never leave him.

Funny, Jake was easy to leave apparently, to walk away from, but this piece of shit sitting to his right, who was all too happy to direct a reproachful frown his way, was unleaveable and impossible to walk away from. How was that? What was it about Jake that was so horrible, so unlovable that he wasn't good enough? That he wasn't enough in comparison to this pale scrawny prick next to him? Jake tried his best. He really did. So why was that not enough?

Jake took another sip of his beer and stared down at the table before closing his eyes. Why, baby? Why am I not enough for you? The familiar pangs of painful longing and insecurities rose up at the thought but he pushed it back down as soon as it had appeared. He pinched the bridge of his nose as her face came to his mind. I love you, Bells. So fucking much. Why can't you love me back?

And then his answer cleared his throat annoyingly loud next to him, forcing Jake's eyes to open and fiercely glare at the fucker. "So, Ness, when are your parents going to join us?"

Jake saw Ness, who was sitting across from him, perk right up, plastering a beaming smile onto her face and answer in her fake cheery voice, "They'll be here tomorrow actually. Daddy was saying something about a party at their house, blah, blah, blah..."

Jake smirked. Okay, so maybe he had added in that last part. He sighed loudly and took another sip, not caring in the least at the four pairs of eyes that narrowed at him when he did.

Bella, Bella, Bella.

This was going to be a long fucking weekend.