"You're not serious."
Bella nodded. "Totally serious."
"I don't believe you." I told her.

She shrugged. "Fine, don't."
I frowned. "Where is it?"
"He is out back."
"Okay, he. What's he doing?"
"Probably sitting with your son."
"That's not my son! My son wouldn't do this to me..."
"You're over-dramatic, Jacob. It's not that big of a deal."
"Are you insane?!" I gasped, "Of course it's a big deal! This is blasphemy, Bella. Blasphemy."

"Sure, if you say so. But really, it's not that bad."
"I beg to differ!"

Bella just shook her head and turned to walk inside. I followed her, breathing down her neck.

"This is so your fault."
"Okay, it's my fault."
…

"You're supposed to deny that!" I shouted.

"Why? It's true." Bella said in a matter-of-fact way.

"Bella, Bella, Bella," I shook my head to emphasize my point. She shrugged again. "You're just a big baby, you know that?"
"Lies."
Bella chuckled at me and walked to the backdoor.

"They're so cute together."
"Nuh-uh." I argued, sounding like a two year old.

"They are. You're just too jealous to see it."
"Of course I'm jealous! My only son is replacing me!"
"Once again, over-dramatic." Bella sighed. I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation.

"I'm not being over-dramatic! Wouldn't you feel this way if you were in the same position?!"
"No." my wife answered, smirking.

"Liar." I repeated.

"Just go meet him, Jacob."
"I don't wanna..."

"Do it!"
I raised my hands up in surrender and trudged out back, grumbling the whole way.

"Daddy!" Patrick shouted, smiling toothily at me from the grass where he sat.
"Hey buddy," I said weakly, eying the monstrosity he held.

"Look!"
"I see him..."
"He's so smart, daddy! He knows all these cool tricks 'n stuff!"
"Uh-huh."
"Wanna hold 'em?" he asked eagerly.
"I---I don't think so, bud," I tried.

"Please!" Pat pleaded, his chocolate brown eyes boring into mine.

"Fine, fine," I gave in.

Patrick scrambled to his feet and held up the wiggling creature to me. I held him as far away as I could till I finally pulled him in, not wanting to disappoint Patrick.

"Hey, Jake!" Quil emerged from the forest, waving sporadically.
"Jake... is that a dog?" Quil demanded, staring at the little pup I held in my hands.

Quil... Don't you dare...

He burst out laughing, his eyes beginning to water.

"Bella bought him a dog? Haha! You've been replaced!"
I put the dog in Pat's hands before tackling Quil, who couldn't stop laughing.

While I punched him, a pink, slobbery tongue greeted itself with my face.

"Patrick, get that dog out of here..."
Pat made a move to get the dog, but he wiggled away from Pat and began to bite and nip at Quil, growling in a puppy-ish way.

"Wait! Nevermind!" I said, grinning as the little pup attacked my best friend. After the beating was completed, the little guy jumped onto my chest and laid down, closing his eyes and yawning cutely.

"I think I'm gonna like this little mutt."

I couldn't resist adding in something where Jacob meets his maker. :D

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-Tay