Rekindling What's Meant to Be

JacobxBella

Rated T

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the franchise, as it belongs to Steph Meyers

Rekindling What's Meant to Be

Chapter 14

The next morning Sarah woke up early, the morning sun just beginning to seep in through the curtain of hers and her mother's room. Looking over to her mom's side of the room, she smiled seeing the brunette sleeping peacefully. She wondered what time her mother had come home from her date with her father. She really wanted to ask her how it went, but she didn't want to wake her mom up. She just wanted to let her sleep for a bit.

Quietly Sarah got out of bed and crept out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Along the way she could hear her father's loud snores coming from his closed bedroom door, and her grandfather's equally loud snores coming from his bedroom. Stepping into the bathroom, she closed and locked the door before relieving herself and washing her hands. Once that was done she brushed her teeth and washed her face before brushing her dark brown hair, fashioning it into a ponytail on top of her head. When she was satisfied with how her hair looked, she left the bathroom and went back to the room she occupied with her mother and changed out of her pajamas. Putting on a pair of green jeans and a grey V-neck t-shirt, she slipped her feet into a pair of socks and grey Converses before quietly leaving the room, grabbing her light jacket on the way. Closing the door behind her, she crept through the quiet house before leaving out the front door, shutting that behind her quietly as well.

Breathing in the fresh morning air, Sarah let out a sigh before taking off in a light jog into the wood. Jogging in the woods, she felt at peace and at her happiest. She just loved being outdoors! Her mom had told her it was something she got from her father, considering she herself didn't particularly like being out in the elements. Slowing to a walk, Sarah looked around, loving the trees and the dewy grass and hearing the chittering of squirrels and chipmunks. As she walked she began wondering if she would run into the large sandy colored wolf again. It was so sweet and friendly, and she really liked it. She walked a bit further before she heard almost discernable footsteps walking along side her; not directly by her side, but she knew something was there. Recognizing the steps to be those of a wolf, she quickly turned and jogged over toward it, thinking it was her sandy colored friend. However she stopped when she came face to face with a dark silver coated wolf instead.

Gasping in surprise, Sarah took a step back from it, especially with the look it had in its eyes. It looked almost like it despised her, wanted her away from it. As the wolf stared at her Sarah said softly, "Hello."

The wolf made no sign nor moved, just continued to stare at her. However, when Sarah reached out a hand towards it, the wolf growled and she took her hand back. She took a step back from the large wolf, knowing immediately this one was not as friendly—if at all—as the two she met previous. A cold nose pressed into her hand that was down by her side, surprising her and causing her to jump. Turning her head she saw the sandy wolf standing slightly behind her, looking at her and giving her a comforting nuzzle. The wolf looked from her to the dark silver one in front of her before growling at it warningly, moving to stand in front of Sarah.

Sarah watched the exchange in fascination, watching the two large wolves stand off against one another, looking as if they were having some sort of conversation right before her eyes. Before long the silver wolf let out a huff before turning and walking off, but not before turning to look at Sarah and let out an annoyed sounding huff. As that wolf walked away, the sandy one nuzzled Sarah and gave her a lick on her cheeks. Smiling Sarah hugged the wolf around its large neck, her fingers buried in its soft fur. Pulling away a bit to look in its large brown eyes, she smiled and said, "Thank you, friend."

"Thank you, friend."

Seth moved his head against Sarah to nuzzle her once more before giving her cheek another lick. He was glad his Imprint liked and appreciated him, even if she didn't really know who he was in this form. When he had seen her through Paul's mind, he had instantly headed their way, not sure of what Paul would do to Sarah. It had been obvious his Pack brother wasn't fond of Sarah, and that was only because she was a product of Bella and Jacob, two people he despised more times than not (or in Bella's case, just despised). Luckily for him he had made it in time before Paul could think to do anything to the girl. He had to remind the fool that he couldn't take his anger and resentment for Jacob and Bella out on their daughter, especially when she hadn't done anything, nor knew about the supernatural in their little world. Seth also threatened Paul that if he so much as hurt his Imprint, he wouldn't hesitate to rip him apart. Not just him, but Jacob too.

Turning his attention towards Sarah once more, he heard her stomach rumble a bit, indicating that she was hungry. Nudging her with his nose, he crouched down and indicated he wanted her to get on his back, planning on giving her a lift home. Of course, he'd drop her off after taking her for a run. Sarah grinned at him and eagerly climbed on his back, burying her hands in his sandy fur and taking a hold of it as he began trotting along before taking off in a light run. As he ran—picking up speed until he was in a full-on run—he listened to his Imprint's delighted squeals and giggle, pleased that he was able to make her laugh and have fun.

After about ten minutes of running and riding, Seth ended up at the edge of the woods near the Black house. He stepped out of the woods a few steps before stopping, allowing Sarah time to slide off his back. Once she was back on the ground, Sarah hugged him tightly before telling him, "I wish you could stay, but I think you'd give my parents and grandfather heart attacks if they saw you. But I know you're a sweetheart and you wouldn't hurt me or them."

Sensing her slight sadness, Seth lifted his front paw and wrapped it around her frame, seemingly hugging her the best he could. Sarah hugged him a little longer before letting go from him. Smiling and waving at him, she bid him 'goodbye' before running to the little red house. He waited until she was back inside before turning and running off to head back home, him having spent the last bit of his patrol with his sweet Imprint.

Billy looked up from stirring his morning coffee when the front door opened and Sarah stepped inside. He looked out the door briefly before the preteen closed the door, catching a glimpse of Seth in his wolf form before turning his attention back to his granddaughter. Smiling at her he greeted, "Good morning, Sarah."

"Morning, grandpa!" Sarah greeted happily in return, the grin on her face just like his son's and late wife's.

Taking a sip of his coffee he stated, "You're up early."

Walking into the kitchen with her grandfather, she took a seat next to him at the table. Getting comfortable Sarah said, "Yeah, I was. I wanted to see my furry friend. Grandpa, he—at least I'm sure it's a 'he'—is so sweet! He lets me ride his back as he runs and its almost like he can understand me."

"Furry friend? When you say that you mean…?"

"He's a giant wolf, about the size of a bear, and he's sandy colored too. He also has a buddy bigger than he is; that one is like a burnt red color. And I saw a third one this morning, a silvery like coat. He protected me from that one since it didn't seem to like me much. Mom says I have a way with wild animals, but this one just seemed to not like me at all."

Billy took another sip of his coffee while looking off to the side, knowing good and well the child was talking about Paul. That boy still resented Jacob and hated Bella, and it seemed as if he wasn't willing to get to know or have anything to do with Sarah just because of who her parents were. He would have to speak to Rachel about that, see if his daughter could straighten that fool out a bit.

"But grandpa, these wolves…they are just like the ones from the legends. Just like the wolf Shifters. It's amazing! But I doubt those legends are really true. I mean, no offense, but werewolves and vampires don't roam the earth. And vampires can't walk around in the sun without burning to ashes." Sarah looked down at the table for a moment. "Though, the Cold Ones sound a lot like mom's husband and his family. I mean, they're skin is cold to the touch, almost unnaturally so. Though, mom says it is because they don't have good blood circulation and low iron."

He wanted to tell her that she was correct about the Cullens, that the legends indeed were real. He wanted to tell her about how they were involved, her father being a Quileute Shifter and the Alpha, and her mother's involvement, but he knew he couldn't do that. That was Jacob and Bella's responsibility to tell her, not his. He could do what he had done with Bella: tell Sarah just enough for her to figure it out. And he honestly had no doubt that would soon, and he wasn't sure how she would react to it. Hopefully she would take it for what it was and hopefully wouldn't feel too upset at having all of this withheld from her. Then again, Jacob stayed angry with him for the longest about it being withheld from him. He didn't want Sarah to feel that same way with her parents. Maybe he should just bite the bullet and tell her, but again, it was her parents' responsibility to do so.

Before he could think on it more, Bella walked in from the hallway, a yawn escaping from her mouth that she covered with her hand. Looking at the two she said, "Good morning."

"Good morning, mom," Sarah replied.

"Did you go out early this morning again?"

"Yes."

Bella smiled fondly at her daughter before giving her a kiss on her forehead. Moving into the kitchen she asked, "How does eggs, bacon, and waffles sound for breakfast?"

"It sounds great, but I don't own a waffle maker, Bella," Billy replied.

"It's okay, I bought one the other day."

"Then bacon, eggs, and waffles it is."

Sarah cheered and stood up to help her mother cook but was stopped by Billy and told to go wake up her Jacob instead. With the warning that it would be hard to wake up her father, Sarah left down the hall to her father's bedroom. When her footsteps faded down the hall, Billy looked at Bella and said, "Bella, we need to talk about a few things."

Bella frowned hearing the serious tone in Billy's voice before taking her daughter's abandoned seat. Facing the man she asked, "What is this about?"

"It's about Sarah. I believe she needs to know about what really goes on around here, especially in concerns of all that you and Jacob went through thirteen years ago."

Chocolate brown eyes widened before Bella shook her head. "No Billy, I don't want Sarah knowing any of that. I mean, I'll tell her eventually, but not right now."

"Okay, but what if you wait too long and she finds out on her own? Whether that be she puts it together on her own or witnesses one of the Pack Shift, she will figure it out one day. As for right now, she just thinks the legends are fairytales, but she did acknowledge the Cold Ones sounded like the Cullens."

"You told her what they and the Pack really are?"

"No, I just told her the Quileute legends. She did ask me why there was so much hostility between us and the Cullens, but I didn't tell her, nor did I tell her how you are in the middle of it all and why."

Bella flushed a bit and looked down in her lap. She knew her life hadn't been all sunshine and rainbows after acquiring the knowledge of what Edward was and everything following. She hadn't even gotten it after marrying Edward like she had hoped because she found herself pregnant with Sarah. She wouldn't give her daughter up for anything. She loved Sarah and wanted her to have a happy life, but she also didn't want her going through all that she went through. But Billy also had a point. Sarah needed to be told the truth about the Cullens, the Pack, and what she had to do with it all. But that was something she would have to discuss with Jacob.

Speaking of Jacob, the man suddenly let out a yell, followed by Sarah's laughter. Bella and Billy looked at each other before looking towards the hallway. Jacob walked into the kitchen dripping from his hair and face, a somewhat annoyed look on his face with Sarah following him, a water gun in her hand and a proud smile on her face. Looking at them he said, "Sarah found my old water gun."

"It still had water in it," Sarah said, aiming it at Bella and shooting water at her.

Bella squealed at the sudden attack, jumping out of her seat as Sarah and Jacob laughed. Billy laughed as well, laughing harder when Bella turned the faucet on and sprayed water on his son and granddaughter with the water sprayer. Deciding he needed to get things under control, Billy spoke loudly, "Alright, alright, that's enough. Stop it now, before ruin my house. Bella, why don't you and Sarah got get changed while Jake and I clean up the water. After that we'll have breakfast."

Giggling Bella and Sarah nodded before heading back to their bedroom to dry off and change clothes. Jacob grabbed the mop and began mopping the wet floor while Billy grabbed a rag and took to the table and countertops. When that was done, Jacob left to go change his clothes and brush his teeth, Sarah and Bella coming back with fresh clothes on and their wet hair pull back from their faces. Soon Bella was preparing breakfast and the four of them were eating, laughing and enjoying each other. However, as they did that, Bella made a mental note to talk to Jacob at some point about what Billy had said. Sarah would soon figure everything out, and she supposed she'd rather her know sooner than later and be shocked by it all.

Glancing at Jacob, Bella found him looking at her with a loving smile. Blushing she looked down in her plate, remembering the night before. Or more specifically, the kiss she planted on his lips. She bit her lip before turning back to her breakfast, all the while feeling Jacob's lingering gaze on her. And in her chest, her heart beat faster.

Sam sat next to Leah's hospital bed in Forks Hospital, silently reading a book he had borrowed from the library. He looked up from the page he was reading to look at his beloved. Leah still had yet to wake up and the doctor still insisted that they seriously consider pulling the plug after six years, but Sam just couldn't do it. He loved Leah so much, and he couldn't live without her in his life. He had failed her before and he refused to fail her again.

A knock on the door brought his attention to it and the door opened before the person poked their head inside. Seeing that it was Seth, Sam said, "Hello Seth."

"Hi Sam," Seth greeted as he stepped inside. Following him inside was Sue, the woman carrying a vase of flowers. Seeing the man sitting next to her daughter's hospital Sue greeted, "Hello there, Sam."

"Hi Sue."

"How have you been? Not working too hard, I hope."

"I'm fine, and the kids enjoy gym class so it is rewarding what I'm doing."

Seth smiled and asked, "When will you let me assist you teaching P.E.?"

Sam looked at the younger man and answered, "Never."

The three of them chuckled when they all heard a sound. It was the sound of a rustle. Looking at Leah, Sam's eyes widened seeing her head turn slightly on the pillow and her arm shift a bit. Abruptly standing up and dropping his book, Sam took Leah's hand in his and asked, "Leah? Leah, can you hear me?"

Leah lay still and didn't move, but then suddenly her eyebrows knitted together. He could see her eyes moving beneath her eyelids and she gave his hand a light squeeze. Sam smiled before looking at Sue and Seth saying, "She's waking up."

Sue shoved the vase of flowers in her son's hands before rushing to her daughter's other side, taking Leah's hand in hers. Gently stroking her hair with tears in her eyes, she said, "Leah, honey, wake up. Wake up now, sweetie. We've been waiting on you."

Sam held his breath as Leah seemed to be struggling to wake up until finally she took a shuddering breath before opening her eyes for the first time in six years. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment before looking at the man that had happy tears slipping down his face. In a soft, hoarse voice she said, "Hi Sam."