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Chapter 5

The drive up to the campsite was uncomfortably quiet. Marriage? Could he be serious? We had amazing, mind-blowing sex in a public bathroom, and he proposed marriage? Damn, I should have expected this. It is just like Jacob to jump into the deep end of things without looking where he was going or even thinking about the consequences.

I sat on one of the logs, with my legs outstretched in front of me, ankles crossed. Across the small bonfire Jacob was on the dirt ground leaning back against his sister Rachel's legs. He hadn't looked at me since he dropped the 'M' bomb. We hadn't muttered a single word to each other. He ate quietly, which wasn't like him at all. Jacob does nothing quietly.

He couldn't be happy that I caved, that I accepted to work things out between the two of us again. No, that wasn't enough for him. He had to ruin everything by proposing in the worst way. I have to deal with this soon, before the damage becomes permanent. But what can I say to make it right? I don't know if I want to re-marry Jacob. I love him, he's the father of our son, and I know I'll never be happy with anyone else. I know he's it for me. Marriage didn't turn out so good the first time around. I'm scared to even be "talking" to him again.

Jacob got up from the ground, grabbed his, Rachel's and Junior's empty paper plates, to chuck into the trash bin. My eyes didn't miss a single movement he made. When he turned back around to come back to the bon fire where we were all sitting and catching up he looked at me with vacant eyes and quickly looked away. I swallowed hard and heaved myself up to talk to him. It was going to be now or never. A cold breeze went right through me making me snuggle myself into my gray sweater.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to him once we were face to face. "You caught me off guard with…"

"Let's just forget I asked," He said coldly, stepping to the side, so he can go back to sitting with his family.

"Jacob, I'm not going to forget something like that, and neither are you." I tried to grab his hand, as he walked away, but he quickly jerked his hand away from mine.

He let out a long breath, threw his arms up and ran his hands through his hair.

Great, now what? I asked myself.

"Okay, I get why you freaked out. You think things to death, but Bella I want you, I don't want to keep waking up without you, next to me. I want you, even when you're yelling at me to take out the trash, I want you, even when you're mad at me, I want you, even when you're wearing those raggedy, baggy rags you call 'clothes'…"

I shook my head, "I can't help but wonder why you even bother with…"

He grimaced, "I bother because I love you. Being without you sucks so bad, I hurt. I don't want to continue living this way, even when you're being difficult, like right now."

I have no idea what to do, or what to say? Why can't we stay the way we are? Why do we have to get married… again? He let out a loud sigh, "What? Bella?"

I looked up at him and shrugged. "I don't know what to say?"

He moved forward, closing any space between us, "Just say what's on your mind. I can tell you have a lot going on in there."

I stepped away from him, "Can we please put this marriage discussion on hold?"

He nodded, "Sure, sure."

"It's not a 'no,'" I wanted to kiss the frown off his luscious lips away so bad.

"It's not a 'yes,' either," he mumbled before turning and walking away.

. . .

The tents were all set up for the boys. Rachel and Paul have two twin boys, both of which are eight years old, Jeremy and Alex. Junior looked up to them. He hung on their every word, and admired them like his favorite super heroes. A lot like a younger Seth Clearwater did with Jacob.

Rebecca, Jacob's other older sister, was there with her famous Hawaiian surfer husband Terry and they're three year old daughter Makala. Who I wanted to adopt and make my own, she was so adorable with her dark candy curls and dimpled chubby cheeks.

Seth, Jacob's cousin and one of my best friends, was mending a broken heart. He walked in on his long time girlfriend cheating on him with another, much older guy. The way things were looking between Jacob and me… needless to say, misery does love company.

Leah Uley, Seth's older sister, is happily married to high school boyfriend Sam Uley, and that made three happy, and completely in love couples on this trip. They had one boy, Logan, who was six years old like Junior, but being that Jacob lived on the rez with Billy. Junior saw and played with Logan every weekend. They were close like brothers and were stoked to be sharing one tent that happened to be next to the older boys.

"Aunty Bella, can Junior go swimming with us?" Logan asked me all doe eyed.

"Fine by me, but you need to ask your Uncle Jacob too," I ruffled his shaggy dark hair before turning my attention back to the clothesline I was trying to knot around a tree.

This clothesline thing was kicking my butt, I grabbed Charlie's cooler and hopped on it so I could tie a better knot. Of course being the clumsy person that I am. I lost my balance and was about to hit the dirt ground, but strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me up to prevent that from happening.

"You okay?" Jacob asked looking me over.

I blushed, and nodded.

"You can ask for help you know," He let me go and finished tying the knot that almost killed me.

"Thanks," I said to him once he was done.

"No prob." He bent down and picked up the cooler to take it back to Charlie.

I watched him walk away, and wanted to go after him and kiss him, but I couldn't do that, not in front of his family and not when he's hurting.

"Hey kiddo, the cabins are all set," Charlie pressed the key into my hand and gestured towards the cabins that were nestled behind the tents.

"Okay, thanks dad." I bit my lower lip thinking about what the sleeping arrangements were going to be?

The cabin was small, but seemed sound enough. It even had a nice little porch. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. It seemed even smaller on the inside, but it had ceiling fans and a gas fireplace, and a dainty dinette set. There was a small set of stairs that led to a platform where the bed was against the back wall. A cheery, red braided rug covered the hardwood floor underneath it. And Jacob's stuff was scattered here and there.

What the?

"The other cabins are taken. I'll sleep on the floor."

I whirled around at the sound of Jacob's husky voice.

He moved around me and started grabbing his things.

"Jake its okay leave it, and you don't have to sleep on the floor. The bed is big enough for two. I'm sure we can manage to be mature adults about this."

He dropped his duffle bag, "You sure? Because I honestly don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, I'm sure and you don't make me…"

"Mom! Logan pushed me in the lake!" A dripping wet Junior whined.

"No I didn't!" Logan contradicted coming up behind Junior.

"Yes, you did!" Junior yelled.

"No I didn't! It was stupid Alex!" Logan yelled back.

"I saw you!" Junior threw his arms in the air, the way Jacob did when he was angry.

"How you saw me? When you went flying into the lake!"

"Shut-up!" Junior pushed Logan's shoulders

"You!" Logan pushed Junior back.

"Knock it off!" Jacob yelled separating the two of them. "Come on let's go to your mom and dad Lo, Junior stay here."

"But…" Junior was about to complain but thought better of it when Jacob gave him the stern look.

. . .

I was helping Rachel wrap the potatoes up in aluminum foil, and we chatted about our kids and I envied the fact that Paul made enough money in real estate, to keep her home while he worked. That would never be the case with me and Jacob.

"How are you two anyway?" Rachel asked and she wrapped up a potato.

I shrugged one of my shoulders, "We're not arguing all the time anymore."

A part of me wanted to open up to Rachel and tell her what was really going on, but she would completely be in her brother's side.

"That's good, you know he's crazy about you right?" She lightly bumped my shoulder with hers, with a smile on her well defined lips.

I smiled back at her. I couldn't help it. It must be the curse of the Black's smile, something my son inherited. "What are you talking about?"

"He hasn't taken his eyes off of you since we started wrapping these babies." She wiggled her eyebrows at me. "I see a Re-Love Connection in your future Bella."

I rolled my eyes at her, "No, way."

"Oh, come on Bella you're only fooling yourself. You and Jake have been together since childhood. As if you would give yourself to anyone else? The both of you need to stop being stubborn, put the damn pride to the side, forgive one another and just be." She rubbed my shoulders as they became suddenly tensed. "I love you Bella, you'll always be my sister in law, and I just want to see the two of you happy… preferably together." She giggled and kissed my cheek.

At dinner time we all ate: corn on the cob, barbeque chicken, baked potatoes and sat together around a bigger bonfire. The men must have added more wood to it since earlier. The sun was taking a dip behind the lake's horizon. The view was awe inspiring. The sudden eruption of laughter caught my attention it was Billy and Charlie talking about the "Remember when…" of their youth. I scanned the crowd and saw Junior playing with his Nintendo DS thing that my Mom, Renee and my Stepfather Phil, bought him for his birthday this year. I expected to see Jacob playing poker with his brother in-laws and Seth, but he wasn't with them. The other boys were playing with their hand held games too. I saw Leah, Rachel, and Rebecca still cleaning up the mess from dinner and still no Jacob. I made my way towards the girls to help with the cleaning and twenty minutes into it, I spotted Jacob sitting on the ground near the lake, just looking out past the tree covered mountains. He looked so beautiful and sad. That was my fault, I was the reason why he was sad.

"Go talk to him," Rachel nudged me forward in a small voice.

With an audible gulp I trudged my way towards him.

"Hey," I whispered out before taking a seat next to him.

"Hey," He echoed right before sending a flat stone skipping on the lake before it sunk down the calm dark water.

"Jake…"

"I'm sorry Bella," He whispered hanging his head.

"For what?" I was about to reach out and rub his back, but I stopped myself.

"I shouldn't have asked you to marry me like that. You deserve better. You deserve a man that can buy you a fancy sparkling diamond ring, not a hand-me-down cubic zirconia, a nice house, a working car… That's why I left I think. Deep, down inside, I never felt like I was ever good enough for you. Even if it killed me to see you with another man, if that man could give you all the things I could only dream of…" He shrugged. "I'd be happy knowing you were happy."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The entire time I was with him I always felt that I was the one who was undeserving of his love. "I'm only going to be happy with one man. And that man is you. I love the ring you gave me. Especially the fact that Billy worked so hard to buy it for your mom, the ring means something sacred, something no diamond no matter the size can ever touch. We could work on buying us a house, and I love the Rabbit, there are a whole lot of memories in that car."

I smiled at him, and a smile played along the corners of his mouth, but he was still sad and looking out at the lake. I leaned my head on his shoulder…

"People can see," he murmured in a low voice.

"So?" I nuzzled myself closer to his stiff body, until he let out a breath and I felt his arm come around my shoulders, his body relaxing.

"I love you," He mumbled into my hair before placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"I love you," I repeated, kissing the dimple on his chin.

I closed my eyes and solely concentrated on the feel of Jacob's arms around me, of the protective, tender way he always held me. Nothing mattered right now, but him. To prove it to him, I kissed his lips, making our tongues dance. I inhaled the low, rough male sound he made, the one that was so sexy in its desire that I deepened the kiss even more just to hear it again. Jacob didn't disappoint.

We needed this. I held him close. My lips clinging to his while my hands smoothed its way down his chest, tugging his shirt from the waistband of his jeans…

"Baby," Jacob panted pulling away.

"Hmm?" I licked my lips about to go in for more of his kisses.

"I'm down for PDA and all, but I don't want to give Junior a show on the birds and the bees." He got to his feet and held out a hand to help me up.

With Junior all hyped up about sleeping in a tent with Logan, we said our "good-nights" to everyone and practically ran towards the cabin for some much needed private time.

Jacob's gaze swept over my naked body, I laid there open and completely defenseless to him. He slowly lowered himself over me, covering me with his body, spreading my legs to accommodate his. He cupped my face, kissing me deeply, his hips grinding slowly, purposely to mine, and I felt him, hard and heavy against me. He stood up and my body instantly missed his warmth, his shirt was already gone, his Levi's undone. He stripped himself down to skin and muscle, and what beautiful skin and muscles he has. The long hard lines of limbs, his tight, corrugated belly, his powerful thighs and I couldn't tear my eyes off of him. I fell in love with him all over again.

He lay down beside me. Cupping one of my breasts, he kissed the pink peak, then pulled back and caressed it with his thumb. "You're so beautiful, Bella."

"Not like you," I breathed out.

He let out a rough laugh, "Take my word for it, your body has got it all over mine." He stroked the backs of his fingers over my breasts and watched intently as the sensitive tips puckered tight for him, "There is so much to look at, so much to touch."

I can feel the tug of his caress, of his fingers, his mouth, all the way to my cervix. I was melting, dissolving away in pleasure. He swirled his tongue around a nipple, then lifted his head to watch it contract even more. He did it again and again, before finally sucking me into his mouth. I couldn't help but cry out and thrust against him. He began working on my other breast, while his hand slid down my belly. His fingers slipped toward my moist curls. My body responding to the sharp, burning electrical current, my every nerve leaped with anticipation, and driving need. His hand dipped a fraction lower, but not nearly low enough.

"Jake." I wrapped my fingers around his erection, and he swore roughly, his mouth claiming mine, hungrily, greedily.

He set a hand on my knee, urging my legs even further apart, and then lowered himself between my thighs. With his shoulders wedging my legs open, I was fully exposed to him. He ducked his head…

In the next moment I was a slave to his tongue. The fingers of my hands slid into his hair, fisted. For once I stopped thinking and just reacted.

My climax came, dazing and pummeling me. I was gasping for breath, my skin shining with sweat, hair clinging to my neck and face. A mess. A total mess. And loving it. His skin was damp with sweat too, he levered himself up, face tight, ebony eyes on mine. Jacob guided himself home and sank into me. It was a tight fit, as always. Eyes closed, face contorted in a mask of immense pleasure, he gripped my hips and rolled his, making us both gasp at the way my wet flesh gripped him.

With his name on my lips, I held on to him, digging my fingers into his biceps, he kept up the unerring, slow grinding of his hips, forward and back, forward and back, each thrust bringing me to a new height. Giving myself completely over to it, to him, I fought to keep my glazed eyes open and on his, but it was an effort.

Tilting up my hips, Jacob sank more fully into me, each subsequent slow withdrawal followed by a desperately craved thrust. I don't know if it was me panting his name, or if it was his own driving need, but he gradually increased the tempo, until I could feel myself spiraling again, shuddering with a second orgasm. As I fell, he rasped out my name and followed me over the edge.

I rested my head on his shoulder, wrapped my arm around his chest, and tossed my leg over him. His arms came around me, his fingers lazily going up and down my spine. No exchange of words were needed I squirmed my way closer to him, breathing him in, never wanting to let him go.