This is the 2nd part of the History chapters, there is still a final part to come. Hopefully people aren't too confused! Enjoy!

Thanks to ElectricEvie, for giving me the confidence to carry on and for attempting to pimp this for me on Twilighted - it's muchly appreciated. That's why she's a fab beta!

As always I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.

*********

History - Part 2

We started our relationship as we meant to go on.

My father was thrilled that I was staying, I called my Mom, who was disappointed but claimed to understand and told me I should get to know my Father. It's not my Father I want to get to know, I'd thought to myself as I hung up the phone.

It was hard to say good bye to Jessica & Angela. It was doubly hard to say good bye to my confidante Satsuko, who was the only one out of my friends to know the real reason behind my staying in Forks. She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me tight and whispered in my ear

"You go girlfriend. I want updates as soon as possible"

My three friends from Arizona State piled into Jessicas Moms SUV for the short trip to Seattle International Airport. I would miss hair-brained Angela and man-magnet Jessica.

Most of all, I would miss my lovely, beautiful Satsuko.

I kissed and waved them away and as I turned to go back to the house, I flipped open my cell and dialed Jacobs number. It didn't take him long to answer

"Hey sexy, how you doing?" he growled down the phone. It sent shivers down my spine

"Hey you! I'm okay, just saw the girls off" I replied. He must have noticed the hint of sadness in my voice.

"Well I have a break in 15 minutes, do you fancy coming over to the garage for a bit of 'R and R', Jacob Black style?" I loved his cheeky nature, it was such a turn-on.

"Yeah, I'll call a cab now" I replied. The thought of seeing Jacob in his sweaty, dirty, manly t-shirt and overalls combo was bringing a huge smile to my face.

I ran into the house, very almost barging my unsuspecting Father to the ground in the process

"Woah Bells, where's the fire?" Dad groaned, my elbow had caught him square in the ribs.

"Sorry Dad, I'm just in a hurry to get out. Do you have the number for Bobs Cabs?" I rustled through the telephone book.

"Where you going? I could drop you off, I'm on my way to the station now anyway" he suggested

I felt quite embarrassed all of a sudden. Would he really want to know I was meeting Jacob Black, even if he would approve. Would he mind? Would he question anything?

"I'm... errr... going to meet Jacob for lunch at Crowleys in 15" I replied hesitantly, waiting for his reaction.

"Billys boy Jacob?" My Dad looked surprised "Wow, that's great, I mean I'm glad you and Jacob get along so well. He's a good kid." A slightly uncomfortable silence followed until it was broken by my Dads decisiveness. "Well, we better get going I suppose, else you'll be late" I was glad my Dad didn't pry into my business, it was a refreshing change from living with my intrusive Mother.

As I waved my Dad off after he dropped me at the garage, Jacob appeared in the doorway. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and ripped Levis. Oooh yummy! He looked so hot! I walked to him in my most seductive manner I could manage and grabbed him into a passionate kiss. He, in turn, pulled me into the store cupboard. This was his style of 'R and R' it would seem. I had always been shy, especially about my body with other guys but Jacob seemed to wash all those insecurities away very easily. It was a frenzy of passion, it felt wrong in many ways, but in other ways it felt so right. Just the feeling of his perfectly crafted body against mine, his soft, warm skin and his gentle touch turned my legs to Jello.

I was desperate for him to take me, here and now in the store cupboard, I ached for him. Just as he had begged me to stay, I begged him to make love to me over and over again. It was very fast paced and intimate, but my God, it just felt so good.

These trysts carried on for a further month. We would meet up, talk about the weather or some other mundane conversational topic until we could be alone and then we'd erupt like a volcano. We did it in the store room, toilets, the woods, even on the backseat of Jacobs boss' Ford Torino. It was raw, hot sex. It was like a drug to me, the more I had, the more addicted I became. To my Dad, Jacob was his best buddys son, a sweet, unassuming kid with a heart of gold. To me, he was a sex object. I lusted after him and was overjoyed when the lust was reciprocated. He knew exactly how to pleasure me and I, in turn, knew exactly what turned him on.

This was a man who I'd known for around two months, I had no idea of his history and with hindsight, I should have been more careful.

When I missed my period, I initially wrote it off as hormonal problems. I'd felt ill a few weeks previously and the local doctor had prescribed some anti-biotics. I assumed they had messed with my system, causing my period to be late. I'll probably get a double-period next month or something, I laughed to myself. Deep down, I was worried. I hoped beyond hope it wasn't what I thought it was.

When I decided to stay in Forks, I still had some left-over savings from my trip to use for day to day cash. But my money was running out and I needed to get a job. Luckily, my Dad pulled some strings at the local high school as an Admissions Assistant. I helped with class subscriptions, requests to move and general day to day administration and secretarial work.

I'd been violently sick for the second week in a row and was bedridden while my Dad called the doctor. Jacob had called, hoping to see me. As much as I looked forward to 'Jacob R and R', I just didn't feel up to it. He promised to stop by soon and see me.

Dr Cullen rarely did house calls, but my Dad was good with the string pulling. Dad showed Dr Cullen into my room and he felt my hot, clammy head.

"Well well Bella, what have you been up to?" he reached into his bag for a stethoscope. I blushed ever so slightly. Carlisle Cullen was well known in the area for being a favorite amongst women of a certain age. It was easy to see why. He looked in his early 30's and had striking blond hair and blue eyes. If Dr Cullen had any idea what I'd been up to, I'm sure it would turn his platinum skin a distinct shade of cherry red.

After a brief examination, Dr Cullen stood up and quietly closed the bedroom door my Dad had left slightly ajar. He turned to me with a furrowed brow,

"Bella, I know exactly what's wrong with you. It seems that… well, you're pregnant"

What? There's no way I could be..... I've been on the pill! I panicked. Dr Cullen saw my grief-stricken face and attempted to calm me. After a few moments, I gasped out the few words I could cluster together.

"I've been on the pill"

"At the same time as taking those anti-biotics for your illness last month?" Dr Cullen asked calmly "They cancel the effects of the pill. Didn't you read the leaflet Bella? You can easily fall pregnant whilst on anti-biotics"

What would my Father say? What would my Mother say? I'm 24 years old. I'm too young to have a baby!

"We need to make you an appointment to check the baby out Bella. Make sure he or she is healthy and see how far along you are. Naturally, you have a choice as to what you wish to do" Dr Cullen gathered his belongings up in one fail swoop. "Of course I won't mention this to your Father"

Barely registering what was going on, I didn't even notice Dr Cullen leaving. All of a sudden I wished I was with my intrusive Mom. She would know what to do. What to say.

Of course, Dad eventually found out why I was upset and knew immediately the source of the sperm in question. I begged him to not visit Billy or Jacob until I figured this all out in my own head. My Mom was less than thrilled. She felt I was throwing my life away for a child out of wedlock. She was right, of course. I was going to be a single mom. Yet another National Statistic.

A further month passed, I had been to the hospital with Dad. He was being brilliant about it. He hated the waiting rooms and the hospital smell, but he insisted on being with me. They told me I was 11 weeks along. As I picked up the scan photo, all I could see was an inconsistent blob. I hadn't decided what to do, but I knew I would have to speak to Jacob. I couldn't really avoid him for much longer.

That night, I stared at the small scan of "Blobby", as I had nicknamed it. I hesitantly searched my cell directory for Jacobs number. I paused for a moment, wondering what he'd say, I swallowed my fear down with a big gulp. There was no turning back.

It rang several times before I heard a chirpy "Hey Bella! Long time no see!" I melted upon hearing his voice. "How are you, Dad said you'd been really ill, like seriously bedridden, I hope you're better?" He was still the same old Jacob. Trouble was, I was not the same old Bella.

"Hey Jacob. Yeah I'm good thanks, still feeling crappy to be honest"

Understatement of the year, perhaps?

"Sorry to hear that. Have you seen a doctor?"

Oh yes, too many doctors

"Yeah, in fact that's why I'm calling. They've found out why I've been so ill" My heart was beating at 300 beats a minute. I wanted to say the word so desperately but my brain just wouldn't register it. Why was saying one word so hard?

Sensing the pause, Jacob intervened "Oh? What's that then? Too much 'Jacob Black'?" he laughed

I don't know why, but I instinctively hung up the phone and burst into tears. That was exactly the reason. He'd been joking, but it was totally true. I felt disgusted, for the first time, in myself and my actions. I'd been selfish and now I felt I was paying the price.

He rang me back. I ignored the first call so I could attempt to dry my eyes and speak without croaking. The second time I picked up.

"Sorry, I think my cell must have cut out or something? Damn old thing" Jacob laughed warily

"Yeah, probably" I replied "Hey Jake, can we meet up somewhere. I need to talk to you and I'd rather not do it over the phone" It sounded ominous, but I wasn't going to pretend everything was all sweetness and light.

We met up in a local park. As soon as I saw him sitting on a swing, all those old lustful memories came flooding back, I had to suppress them. This was a serious matter.

His expression changed from a big grin when we first hugged, through to bewilderment, through to regret, through to sadness as I explained the situation. I also explained that an abortion was not an option. He had two choices, to stick around or leave. I handed them to him, either way my situation would be the same. It would just make it easier for me if he played an active role in our childs life. Our child. It was hard to fathom.

He must have been in shock and asked for a few days to get his head around it all before he made his decision. In my head I felt he was walking away, but agreed to him taking some time out.

He had obviously confided in Billy, who soon made his way round to the house to speak with Dad. I pressed my head against the closed living room door to try and make out what was being said. I very almost fell when my Dad opened the door.

Billy hugged me and excused himself to speak with Jacob. In a way I felt a peace come upon me that the child would have him for a Grandfather.

Throughout this, I had attempted to work yet struggled through the sickness. Thankfully I had a very understanding female boss, who'd had five children herself. She allowed me as much time off as I needed. I felt very grateful for her support, after all, she was providing the paycheck to help fund the child I was carrying.

Several days later, I arrived home from work to see Billys truck parked on the driveway. I immediately knew something was up. As I rushed into the house, Dad, Billy and Jacob were sitting awkwardly in the living room. Jacob looked agitated. As soon as I entered, all three arose from their seats. Dad explained that Jacob had come round to talk to me in private.

As they left and I closed the door behind them, Jacob shuffled his feet as if he were a naughty schoolboy. We stood in silence for several minutes, each waiting for the other to speak.

"You wanted to talk to me Jacob?" I broke the silence

"Yes. I.... errr..... sorry. I've been thinking about things, about us and about the baby. I realize that it takes two to tango and that I helped create this baby and I'm willing to take full responsibility. I've spoken with my Dad and your Dad and I'm going to do the right thing for all of us. I don't want my child to grow up not knowing me or thinking I didn't care about it or it's Mom. You're the Mother of my child Bella and that makes you special. I know it's hardly conventional or romantic and I wish it could be the romantic proposal you deserve...."

Proposal?

"Isabella Marie Swan. I want you to be my wife. I want to love you and our child for all eternity. I want to wake up every morning with you in my arms and go to bed with you every night. I want our child to know how much Mommy and Daddy loved each other. You're still my beautiful, sexy, smart, funny Bella. You deserve to be worshiped every day. Will you marry me Bella? Be my wife?

What else could I say to that, other than "YES!"