Author's Note - I apologize for taking so long to get this chapter out. I would like to dedicate this chappie to my BFF foreva Palmer. Even though we have different points of view (she's on team Jacob and I'm obviously not) I still love her. Together we are PB&J!!!

Disclaimer - Stephenie Meyer is one lucky lady

Chapter Three

BPOV

Edward and I walked into the kitchen while I thought hard about ideas for dinner. I decided spaghetti was the quickest and easiest. Jacob followed Charlie into the living room where Jacob proceeded to call Billy and inform him of his plans for the evening. Charlie, as usual, sat down to watch a basketball game on TV. I noticed that Jacob and Edward both crinkled their noses in disgust and held their breaths as they passed each other.

Babies, I thought.

Once I heard the TV playing loudly, I decided it was safe for me and Edward to have a talk.

"Edward," I said, grabbing a box of spaghetti out of the pantry, "Are you sure you this is a good idea? Weren't you supposed to go hunting tonight?"

"I'll be fine," he said smiling. "One more day won't hurt. Besides, I won't miss out on the chance to kill Jacob Black in his sleep."

"Edward! That's not funny!"

He chuckled, but apologized anyway. "I'm sorry Bella. You know I didn't mean it."

"That's the thing," I mumbled, "I think you did." I grabbed a jar of my homemade marinara sauce out of the fridge and began to heat it up on the stove.

Edward startled me when he appeared at my side so quickly. "I didn't mean to upset you," he said quietly in my ear. His cold breath made me feel lightheaded and I temporarily forgot about dinner and focused on breathing in and out. I suddenly heard a soft buzzing sound coming from Edward's pocket and his phone was at his ear in an instant.

EPOV

"Edward, are you all right?" Alice's voice rang out over the phone.

"Yes," I replied. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well when your future suddenly disappeared, I got a little worried. Did that dog show up at Bella's house?"

"Unfortunately," I sighed. "But that can't have been what you saw earlier."

"Not exactly," she said. I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Than what exactly is it that you saw?" I said getting frustrated. It annoyed me not knowing what was going on in people's minds at all times. With Bella, I was used to being in the dark. But with me being so attuned with Alice and hearing her every thought most of the time, her hiding her thought from me was becoming increasingly irritating.

"Well I would think you could have guessed by now that I saw you being trapped at Bella's house for the night." She paused to giggle. "The whole situation was hilarious. And I was enjoying it all...ahead of time of course."

"Of course," I said, thinking of all the "fun" Bella and I could have cooped up here for the night with Charlie watching our every move.

"But then," Alice continued, her high pitched voice now rang with annoyance, "Jacob Black decided last minute to go over and talk to Bella. Now I can't see a thing!" I could picture her pouting her lips and stomping her foot in irritation. "So you have to document everything that happens tonight so that you can tell me all about it in great detail later."

"Will do Alice," I said. I saw Bella staring up at me, her eyes wide with curiosity. I needed to let her know what was going on before she let the already late dinner burn. The pot of boiling spaghetti was growing dangerously low on water.

"Hold on Edward," Alice said. Her voice now took on a more serious tone. "You're thirsty and you need to hunt. You know your tempers always on edge at this time of the month."

"Ha ha," I replied sarcastically.

"Seriously though," she continued. "You sometimes have problems controlling your temper. Especially with a werewolf there, you wouldn't want to do anything you'll regret."

"Thank you for your words of wisdom Alice, but I'll be fine. I'll see you all later, bye." I hung up the phone and looked at Bella.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"That was Alice," I replied and I proceeded to tell her everything Alice had said. Except, of course, her advice at the end of our conversation. There was no need to make Bella worry unnecessarily.

"Oh...and Bella," I added with a smile.

"Yes Edward," she answered.

"Your spaghetti is about to catch fire."

"Gah!" she screamed and jumped up in surprise. Obviously, Bella had forgotten she was cooking something.

"Oh Bella," I chuckled while taking the hot pot off the stove.

I had heard his thoughts and new that Jacob Black was watching us instead of the TV, so I quickly strained the noodles, returned the pot to the stove, and after turning off the heat underneath the sauce, I wrapped my arms around Bella's waist.

"We wouldn't want the human to burn herself," I whispered seductively in her ear. Bella's heart skipped a beat as some R-rated language flew through Jacob's mind.

I wonder if I should go in there and break them up, he thought.

I would love to see you try pup, I answered him in my mind. As if having heard my thoughts, Jacob swiftly got off the couch and headed for the kitchen.

I don't like him being so close to her. I can tell he hasn't hunted in a while. Their eyes are always darker when they're thirsty, he continued to think. Jacob Black wasn't a complete idiot. I would give him that. However I hated the way everyone seemed to doubt my self-control. I glared at him as he stepped into the kitchen with a sneer on his face.

BPOV

"I don't think you should be standing that close to her leech," Jacob growled. "Do you think you can take the temptation?"

"Jacob, shut up and mind your own business!" I yelled at him.

"I'll handle this Bella," Edward said, starting towards Jacob.

"No, Edward!" I said to him. "I don't want you guys to fight!" The both ignored me and kept walking towards each other.

"Charlie! Dinner's ready!" I shouted breaking up their impending fight.

Edward and Jacob stared at each other from across the kitchen as Charlie heaved himself off the couch and raced into the kitchen.

"That goodness Bella!" he said. "What took so long?"

"Sorry Dad," I mumbled. He should be happy he's eating at all.

"So, do you like spaghetti Edward?" Jacob asked mockingly.

"Shut up Jake!" I spat at him again. He was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Bella," Charlie reprimanded, "don't be rude."

HA! I thought. Charlie's telling me not to be rude? He must be delusional!

"Actually Jacob, I quite enjoy pasta of all types," Edward said politely. His voice was sickly sweet. "Especially when Bella cooks," he added, winking at me.

I smiled back at him, but my stomach gurgled nervously. How was Edward going to get himself out of this one?

I shared the spaghetti onto four plates, purposely giving Edward the least amount of food.

"Come now, Bella," he grinned. "You know I eat more than that."

"Silly me," I laughed nervously. What was he getting himself into?

As we sat down to dinner, the tension at the dinner table was almost tangible. Edward and Jacob glared continuously at each other from across the table, while Charlie and I sat uncomfortably in between them. Charlie barely looked up from his plate as he ate. Nobody spoke and the only sounds were Charlie and Jacob's loud chewing and the sound of forks scratching against the plates.

I tried to keep me eyes on Edward the entire time, but it seemed that every time I blinked or turned away from him for the slightest second, the amount of food on his plate seemed to decrease. I looked over at Jacob and noticed that he had realized this as well. His face portrayed as mix of confusion and annoyance as he glared at Edward, apparently trying, just as I was, to figure out where he had hidden his food.

I attempted to inconspicuously look under the table, expecting to see a pile of spaghetti sitting on his lap. I found it empty however, and when I lifted my head I saw Edward smiling smugly at me and shaking his head slightly. He would occasionally pat his napkin delicately at the corners of mouth and I tried hard to stifle my giggles.

"That was really very delicious, Bella," Edward said loudly after his plate was nearly empty. His comment was directed mainly towards Jacob.

Then, to my horror and surprise, Edward rolled up the last bit of spaghetti onto his fork and popped it into his mouth. The look on Jacob's face was priceless. His eyes all but popped out of his head, and I swear I heard his jaw hit the table. I too looked at Edward like he was crazy, but Charlie seemed not to notice.

"Wow Edward," I didn't know you had such an appetite," he said. "Why don't you eat around here more often?"

"I don't mean it as any offense sir," Edward replied. "It's just that Esme prefers the entire family to eat together. I think it rather hurts her feelings when we don't eat her food."

Jacob snorted, "So what's her specialty Edward?"

"Oh," said Edward, pretending to be extremely thoughtful, "there are just so many. I'd have to say my favorite is her Beret Basque. But everything she cooks is delicious of course. It's her food that makes me so big and strong."

Jacob was trembling with anger and annoyance as he spoke. "Listen you filthy blood--"

"Hey hey hey," Charlie interrupted, holding up his hands. "There'll be no fighting here tonight. We wouldn't want little Edward to get hurt now would we?" he said with a wink to Jacob. The two of them started laughing, while Edward and I scowled. I was about to reprimand Charlie for his rudeness when the sound of the TV suddenly went out, and we were enveloped in total darkness.

To those of you Team Jacob fans out there, don't worry. He won't be getting the short end of the stick all the time. No matter how much I wish he would, I have to be fair to all Twilight fans.