D is for Dad

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters which is a shame cuz SM really missed out on a great story with these two. BLACKWATER LOVE FOREVER! ….well, maybe some Callwater about 7% of the time.

Dad (n): father

Slowly she returns to the world of the awakened. Her eyesight is bleary for a moment as all she sees is an unfamiliar cream colored wall before her. The smells around her are also unfamiliar and for a moment panic hits her but ebbs away as sunlight hits the wall she is facing and reminds her of what happened, why she's not at home and her body aches.

The baby was born.

The thought brings a warm smile to her face and before she can sit up to look at their little bundle of joy, the addition to their family that has now 'officially' made them a family does she hear his voice, Jacob's.

"Hey, there little man," Jacob coos softly somewhere behind Leah. She can hear the hard plastic of the chair in the room squeak and groan under her husband's weight. "How are you feeling today?" Jacob asks and Leah licks her lips trying to hold back her chuckle as his voice is unusually low and the pitch, even more unusually, high.

"Today was definitely a big day, wasn't it? You were born." Jacob exclaims softly. "You didn't want to come out of there though, did you?" Jacob asks and there's a hint of a pout in his voice. "Not that I blame you. I've been where you were…or pretty close." He chuckles darkly and Leah's eyes widen. "I'm never in a rush to leave Mommy's 'place' either." Leah frowns and groans not impressed or surprised that Jacob would be talking about her womb and the birth canal like that.

"Well, outside of that, I can only imagine how scary that bright light was, those strange faces, the cold air and then that bastard in the green slapped your ass. And then they hand this sharp, shiny thing over to some other loser and it cuts you?" Leah chuckles and rolls over to see Jacob frowning down at their son. "Not just cut you but the thing that's been feeding ya, too. I mean…don't you need that? I'd be pretty mad too – and by the way…they made me cut that cord." Jacob says as their son wriggles in his father's arms.

"Nobody made you do anything." Leah says getting Jacob's attention.

"Hey, there's the woman of the hour – four hours and thirteen minutes, to be precise." Jacob says getting up and walking over to Leah. Leah smiles as Jacob kisses her, their son in between their bodies. "She went through a lot carrying you – so you gotta do whatever she says." Jacob says gently putting his son into Leah's arms.

Leah smiles as Jacob sits back and watches his son feed greedily, his gray eyes looking around at the huge blurry figures surrounding him. There's no doubt in her mind that there will be more tender moments like this.

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Some months letter as she's struggling to get inside their small two bedroom apartment after a hard day's work. Opening the door she prepares to yell Jacob's name, demanding he gets off his lazy ass and helps her with the few bags of groceries that she has. Instead, she freezes and quickly closes her mouth, eyes softening as she sees father and son asleep on the couch. Jacob's legs akimbo, one arm hanging from the couch's armrest and the other holding his no longer tiny six-month old son to his chest.

Both are snoring lightly with their mouths open and the same smile upon their lips. Shaking her head she quietly places her bags on the floor and lifts little Jet, name picked out by Jacob because it sounded cool and because Leah lost the bet about when her water would break. Giggling Leah winks at Jacob as he immediately wakes up feeling something happening to his 'little man'.

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Leah rolls her eyes as Jacob sits up proudly telling their friends and family over a beer about his 'proudest Dad' moment yet, "So I'm changing his diaper and Jet,"

"I can't believe you really named the kid, Jet Black." Embry says with a heavy sigh and shake of his head. Billy only offers her a sympathetic smile as he rocks his grandson.

"It's cool, but anyway – as I'm changing his diaper suddenly he just pisses all over the place." Laughter erupts at Jacob being pissed on as Jet squeals and giggles, his chubby hands clapping at the rattle Papa is waving before him. "And as I'm kneeling there just looking at him, he just smiles up at me and says, 'Dada'." The women awe and men cheer only tickling Jet more with their happiness and not to be outdone begins to chant 'Dada, Dada' over and over again. Leah sits back letting Jacob have his moment quietly gloating over the fact that Jet has already said 'Mama' without her having to be given a golden shower – one of these days he'll learn to let the air hit Jet first before completely removing the diaper.

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It amazes Leah how Jacob had often talked about never being in a rush to become a father, wanting to do so much with his life without being bogged down with kids just yet. The idea of many tiny little hands would make him pale and cringe thinking about the germs that they carried hidden underneath 'PB&J, juice and just nasty-ness – yuck.' Now as Daddy Jacob sits feeding their daughter, Hannah, and Jet is busy talking about his day at school she thinks back on what he said to her early that morning when she asked him if he wished they had waited longer to have kids.

"Lee," Jacob says sitting up and giving her a long, slow kiss. "I wouldn't miss being a Dad for the world especially not with you." Leah had giggled as Jacob pounced upon her with a playful growl shooting for one last hooray before Jet and Hannah woke up. She knows that though they have their hands full with two…one more probably wouldn't put a dent in Dad's energy.

A/N: Alright so here goes the next one. This has been an uber busy week since my supervisor was out looking after her husband who had surgery. But starting tomorrow, Monday, I'll be working 11 -8pm. I have NO idea how this is going to affect my schedule just yet and I haven't had to work that shift in two years. It's going to be horrible because it's with the geriatric crowd. I hope they hire a third and NOT the creepy, OCD stalker that disappears for hours at a time while at work. *Shivers* I can do without that. I tried to explain to my mom how he's been trying to get 'face time' over in our department and then told her the story of how he bought a woman a gas card – that's not the creepy part. The creepy part is when he said, 'you know, it took me a while to figure out exactly which gas station you frequent'. _ The statement was met with shocked silence as even the former marine felt frightened for 'the birthday girl'. I mean, WHO DOES THAT? Just buy a freakin' gas card. It means that this guy know where she lives! He knows her routine! Ladies and girls, ALWAYS switch up your routine, never take the same route home every day. I have uh…five different routes to get home and with my earlier shift I WAS safe from the gas card stalker…but I don't know anymore. Someone hold me!

Okay, okay…phew. Feel better now that I got that out…again. But you all know what to do. Leave me a review telling me what you think and light up my mailbox as I lay back play some Castleville and read 11/22/63 by Stephen King. I tell you – this is a good book. Oh! And does anyone have any good book recommendations? I've finally meandered my way back into the public library system and will probably be there for a while as I save up to go back to college. Saving money sucks. Too bad you can't pay for your education with smiles, boobs and an impressive library. My mom didn't appreciate me saying 'boobs' and gave me the half-hearted scolding that probably would've involved a brief wagging of an index finger but she was busy eating the remainder of my clam chowder or maybe the fact that I chest bumped my niece may have stopped her. That little kid is AWESOME!

Ta-ta for now!