I stepped out of the Black family bathroom, slipped my oversized sweatshirt over my bra and underwear, and sat in front of the radiator.

Bella was sleeping on the couch, not looking at all like she had just tried to kill herself. "Paris," she muttered in her sleep.

"Paris," I said in surprise as Jake sat down beside me. "Who the hell is Paris? We don't know a Paris, do we?"

"I think its Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet."

"Sappy love story were the lovebirds die? Disgusting."

"Wow, you're probably the only girl who thinks the darling of British literature is horrible."

I laughed softly. "Well, Romeo's a jackass. He loved one girl. She became a nun, so he settles for a girl he met at a party he wasn't suppose to be at. It would be like if I loved Grant Murphy because you decided to join the Priesthood."

"Why would I join the Priesthood?" He motioned to his oversized body. "Do I look like I priest?"

"Don't make me answer that," I joked, "and I don't get me started on Juliet."

"You're going to tell me anyway, right?"

I giggled. "I won't torture you."

Jake put his arm around my waist. He put his hand on my stomach. "Do I feel a bump?" He sounded like he didn't want to upset me. "Not that it matters."

I lay down, putting half my body on his lap. "Yep. Just think, in a few mouths, I'll be huge."

Jake laughed his voice deep and rich. "I don't mind if you get big."

"Finally," I said. "I get to look different from Bella. I guess I could have found a better way to do it, but I get to bring a new face into the world."

"Are you planning to keep the baby?"

"I don't know yet. I'd love to, but I have to deal with Titus first."

Jake sat me up; his hands gently grasping my shoulders. "I told you there's a way to get him to go away."

"And I told you I wasn't ready to think about the M-word. I love you, Jake. Don't doubt that, but…" I felt my cheeks burn.

"Okay. I won't mention it again." He stood. "Can I get you something?"

From my seated position Jake looked even taller. It was almost menacing, but the grin on his face told me to lighten up. "Some water?" My throat still felt a little dry. "Or maybe a soda?"

"Water it is then." He walked into the kitchen.

While he was in the kitchen, I looked down. I knew what I was looking. "Jake!" I whispered, panicked.

"Yeah? You want a pop instead?"

"No!" I whispered harshly. "I think today's the day in my vision!"

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Short, I know. But I wanted to leave it there.