Bahahahaha! I didn't even think of the Lion King when writing the last chapter. But that's great. Oh well. Sorry it's been few days. Just wanted everyone to get a chance to read the last chapter before I made Jake adorable. And thank you for all your advice and reviews. They were super helpful!

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A couple days later...

RPOV

Clutching my son to my chest, I waited for Jacob to unlock the front door. Will had fallen asleep on our way home. Carlisle had cleared both me and William to come home, and I hadn't been able to wait to get my son to the place he'd grow up. Jacob flourished us into the house before picking up the bags and tossing them down at the door. There'd been no need for a carrier because I wasn't letting him go yet. Over the past couple days it had been either me or Jacob holding him. Sure, other people had held him, but nowhere near as much as the two of us.

Billy had surprised us all when he'd started crying into Will's blanket.

The kids had been fascinated by him, always coming up to me as I sat on the couch, rocking him in my arms to look at him. Haleigh always giggled when he'd gone to grip her finger. I was pretty tired, waking up in the wee hours of the morning to feed him, but it was so worth it. Jacob had silently volunteered for the changings.

Going over to the couch, I sat down, propping my feet on the coffee table and laid Will on my legs. Jacob built the fire up. Someone had been in our house, taking care of things because it was warm instead of freezing inside, which meant that someone turned on the heat. Probably Seth. He was amazing. No matter his problems, he still thought of other people.

I did still have baby weight, obviously. My breasts heavy with milk, which was good. He fed a lot and I wanted to avoid formula as long as possible.

Jacob came to sit beside me, his arm across the back of the couch. As Will woke up, Jacob pressed his finger into a tiny palm. Will grabbed onto it, turning his head in that direction and wrapped his mouth around the tip.

Jacob chuckled. "I think he's hungry again."

"Surprise, surprise," I said around a smile. "Our son's just like his father."

"Hey! I don't eat that much."

I gave him a look. "Please. He doesn't actually take in that much yet. So if you combine all his feedings it's probably about the same amount that you eat at one sitting."

"Good point," he conceded.

I'd taken to wearing easily accessible shirts and bras that unclasped from the front. Lifting him up in my arms, hand behind his head, I held him to my breast and let him find purchase on his own.

Jacob kissed my temple. "It's so weird to think I'm a dad now." As Will fed, Jacob stroked the top of his head. "We made this. This life."

Grinning, I rested my head against Jacob's as we watched our son. "And I'm a mom. I was so scared that I wouldn't know what to do," I said softly. "But everything seems to come so naturally."

"I know what you mean. When Carlisle handed him to me the other night, I didn't feel nervous at all. He's my son and I knew I wouldn't let anything happen to him."

I grinned up at him, and then pressed my lips gently to his.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you, too. How are your wrists?"

"Ness, I'm fine."

"Seriously. Let me see."

Sighing in defeat, he pulled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. Dark black bruises ran up and down his forearm from his fingers to his elbows. Now I knew why he'd been wearing the long sleeve shirts. He didn't want me to see what I'd done to him.

"Oh, Jacob! I'm so sorry."

After that first push, I'd realized what Carlisle had meant about that last centimeter, so I'd stopped. I'd waited thirteen freaking hours to dilate past nine, the huge contractions so painful that I'd thought my body was being ripped apart. And then finally, Carlisle yelled at me to push again. Ten minutes later, my son was born.

Jacob's burst of laughter surprised me and made Will jerk in my arms. "Are you kidding? It was the least I could do for what you were going through. This is nothing. I'll heal. I just wanted to be more a part of it for you."

Staring at him in wonder, I shook my head. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

He shrugged casually. "Eh, it's the wolf genes. They just had to have you." He kissed my head once more right before his stomach let out a tremendous growl.

Laughing, I laid Will out on my legs once more to tuck everything back in and put my shirt back in place. "You need food. Neither of us have really been eating." Lifting Will up, I handed him to Jacob, then reached for a burping towel from the diaper bag at my feet. As I stood up, I draped it over Jacob's shoulder.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he carefully laid Will on his shoulder, gently patting a big hand over our son's back.

"To make us some food. Gotta feed the beast, and I need some blood to help me heal. Those tears hurt like a bitch. I may take the meds next time."

He scoffed. "Doubt it. Even going through all the pain, you said no."

Laughing, I went for the kitchen. "That is true." As I walked, I stretched out as best I could. The tears inside my body still hurt, but every time I took in blood, they healed a little more. Still, Carlisle had said that Jacob and I shouldn't be intimate until a month or so like a human because of it. Will and I were to go back for a one month checkup anyway.

Shelby had been amazed that I so easily left Will with Jacob and let him out of my sight. She still had issues sometimes with Brayden. But I didn't share her fears of abandoning my child. Besides, Jacob was a perfectly capable father. In fact, Will, Leila, Henry, and Brayden were probably the safest babies in this part of the country. One by one, the pack had knelt down in front of me, pressing a kiss to my son's forehead, pledging their protection. They'd done the same with Leila and Brayden, just less formally.

While I made us some chicken parmesan, I snacked on some fresh blackberries. Mom must have been keeping the house freshly stocked. She'd gone out yesterday, Dad telling me she'd be back. And she'd taken the car. Clean bottles were lined up on the counter as well as a breast pump. Idly, I wondered if Shelby had thought to use one for when she and Seth went out in public. I could mention it.

As I popped the chicken into the oven, I felt so different now. I was a mom, my baby sleeping on his father's chest, or about to. Jacob was a father. We'd finally done it. And unlike all those websites saying that I might be feeling too exhausted or depressed or whatever, I felt perfectly fine. My son was healthy. We were home. And I was healing. Sure, I was nervous that I'd do something wrong, but Carlisle assured me that William would spend most of his first week sleeping and not feeding too much. I'd have to wake him up to feed him. But after the first week, he'd be a little more alert and a lot hungry as he went through his first growth spurt. He'd take more milk, and I'd probably have to start using the pump to get enough out and into his system. Jacob and I were prepared to use formula just in case, but Carlisle predicted that my body was now more in tune to the animal side since my son and his father both had the werewolf gene, and that my body would produce whatever Will needed. I hoped he was right.

Right after I threw the noodles into the boiling water, I felt arms wrap around me. Jacob's lips pressed into my throat. "Smells good."

"He asleep?"

"Yeah, just passed right out. I put him in the swing. Figured we weren't quite ready for him to be in the crib away from us."

Stirring the noodles, I said, "You're quite right. At least we have a week of peace before he gets fussy and the necessary two a.m. feedings begin." Leaning back, I smiled at him. "Protective daddy instincts, huh?"

He chuckled. "Apparently. Hey, you should use that pump thing before bed so that I can feed him in the mornings, let you sleep."

"That's sweet, baby, but really, I don't mind. I'm so excited about him that I doubt I'll sleep. Probably just nap when he does."

"Well, you need sleep. I'm going to have to go back to the shop eventually."

Sighing, I went to drain the noodles and take the chicken out of the over, my butt brushing the front of Jacob's hips to get him to move back. He took in a sharp breath. Smiling where he couldn't see me, I said, "I know. And I will sleep. But I've spent a lot of the last two days sleeping off the labor exhaustion. I want to cuddle him."

Jacob laughed. "Momma's boy. That is definitely what he's going to be."

I rolled my eyes as I got two plates together. "Pfft, please. There are going to be enough males hanging around him that he's going to be just fine. A new mother is allowed to love on her baby. Besides, Cricket said our first born son was going to be a badass, so chill."

We both sat down at the table and dug in. I couldn't help but look over the couch every few minutes to check on him. He was snoozing away as he gently rocked back and forth, his face and body still squinched up, having yet to stretch out. Jacob had cuddled him up in a deep red blanket, a little knit hat, and small mittens to keep him warm.

"He's fine, Ness," Jacob said with a grin.

"I know. I guess...it's hard to believe this is real, that I'm really a mom. That our baby is in the living room sleeping, when just two days ago he was still inside me."

Reaching across the table, Jacob gripped my hand, his thumb rubbing over the back of it. "I know. I'm a father now. I mean, he's going to grow up and call me daddy. It's crazy to think that the danger is over and we've actually started our family, but here he is. These nine months have flown by. It's now September and only one month away until we're celebrating our anniversary. Our son will be two months old when we do."

Horror flooded me. Good grief. He was absolutely right. I hadn't even thought about our anniversary. Or Brayden's upcoming one year birthday. Or Walker and Christa's big to-do wedding. Haleigh's seventh birthday had been yesterday, September first.

But Jacob was right. We were really a family now that Will was actually here with us. I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

JPOV

We'd just sat back down on the couch when a knock sounded at the door. Nessie popped back to her feet and went to answer it.

"Aunt Rose, Uncle Emmett! You're back. Come on in."

Rosalie and Emmett had been away helping a vampire coven adjust to life as vegetarians. They'd asked for help so Emmett and Rosalie had gone.

Rosalie let out an excited squeal as she came in the door, hugging Nessie. "I'm so sorry we couldn't be here for the birth."

Nessie shook her head. "Don't be. There were so many people in the house it was a little overwhelming but I'm glad you're here now. He's in the swing if you wanna go pick him up."

I was already on my feet, picking Will up out of the swing. Rosalie met me there with a smile and her golden eyes bright. Good. She'd fed recently.

"May I?" she asked quietly.

"Sure." I handed him over.

Nessie was hugging her uncle as Rosalie twirled over to them.

"You make a cute kid, Ness," Emmett said.

She grinned over at me. "I did have a little help, you know. It takes two."

Emmett's expression went to one of distaste. "I really didn't need that image, but thanks."

Rosalie's nose crinkled up as she studied my son. "At least he doesn't smell as rank as his father." She met my eyes over Will's head and smiled a little. She'd made a joke. "But at least he has your looks, Jacob."

My eyebrows met my hairline. "Was that a compliment, Blondie?"

Her smile was small. "Maybe. Don't look too much into it. He is half of my niece after all." Looking up at me, she winked.

"Right," I said going along with it.

"Seriously, though," she went on, "he is handsome." She gasped and I assumed he'd opened his eyes. Everybody had the same reaction when they saw the color. "Oh," Rosalie sighed. "So beautiful."

Walking up behind her to look over her shoulder, Emmett chuckled before looking at Ness. "You sure he's Jacob's? Those eyes are a little on the light side."

Nessie gave her uncle a dry look. "Oh yeah. If you want I can recount all the times we-"

"No," Emmett interrupted quickly, holding up a hand. "I'm good. Thanks."

"Hush, Emmett. He's perfect."

Emmett smiled up at me. "He really is. Gonna have all the girls drooling."

"Already does," I said with a laugh as I watched Rosalie rub her nose against Will's.

She glared at me the whole time she walked over to the couch and sat down. Emmett and Ness followed.

"So," Nessie said, flopping down in the loveseat, "how was your trip?"

I sat down next to her, my arm around her shoulders.

Emmett rolled his eyes. "They thought they were going to starve to death. I mean really, vampires living in the forest shouldn't be so whiny." His expression turned to longing. "I wish we had panthers. So delicious."

Ness and I both burst out laughing.

"Better than grizzly?" I asked.

Emmett shrugged. "Sweeter, more like a dessert. Everything here is more salty, some bitter," he said as Rosalie handed Will to him.

It was odd to see such a big guy be so gentle with something as small as a newborn baby. He was careful to cradle his nephew's head.

"Hey, there, William," he said softly. "When you get older and your dad won't kill me, I'll teach you to fight. And how to handle the ladies."

Chuckling, I rolled my eyes.

William smacked his lips a little.

Emmett looked up at us. "Hungry?"

Nessie shrugged. "He could be. I just fed him about an hour ago. Carlisle said to feed him whenever he wants. See if he sucks on your finger."

Putting his large finger near Will's mouth, he shook his head. "Nah, just gumming it to death. Is it normal for him to go back to sleep now? I can't tell. I mean, you weren't a normal baby. You didn't sleep this much."

We both laughed.

"Yeah, he'll be sleeping like that a lot for about the first month. According to Carlisle, though, the crying should pick up in the second week or so," I answered. That I had been paying attention to.

Rosalie grinned at us. "You two seem really composed and ready for this."

I shrugged. "We have to be. He's here. There isn't a choice. And even if we had one, he'd be our pick. We knew what we were signing on for when we started trying for a baby."

"Absolutely," Nessie said beside me.

We chatted more about the baby and their trip. It was nice to just sit down with Emmett and Rosalie. They both seemed very content. After they left, Will seemed to wake up a little and Nessie needed a shower. After she fed him again, she ran for the shower. Spreading out a blanket, I laid Will on his little tummy, careful of the umbilical cord. Figured we could have some daddy/son time while he was more awake and mommy was in the shower. So, face to face, I laid out on my stomach, and rested my cheek on my hands, watching him. Those dark honey eyes watched me, unfocused.

Reaching forward, I placed one of my fingers against his palm. He tried to grasp it but couldn't keep the hold.

"It's alright. Once you grow up, you'll get stronger. Right now, though, you gotta let mommy and daddy take care of you. I'll be strong for you." He was so tiny and I so wasn't. It was hard to believe that this little guy would someday be ask big as me. Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'll always be there for you, even when you don't want me to be. Because, trust me, I've been there. You're gonna hear that speech a lot, that whole 'I was that age once' speech." I laughed at the memories. "Because now," I continued, stroking his little fingers, "I get where that comes from even though you're only two days old. I so get it."

After a couple minutes, his face scrunched up and he cried out a little. Already, I knew what that meant. Hopping up to sit on my knees, I picked him up carefully and flipped him onto his back before reaching for the diaper bag next to the couch. After unsnapping the onesie, I checked the diaper. Yep. My daddy instincts were getting honed quite nicely. At least it wasn't rank yet. Brayden on the other...man, that kid. I'd made the mistake of wondering out loud what they were feeding him. Shelby had hit me, lovingly of course.

It didn't take very long to clean him up. I even cleaned around the umbilical cord and then slapped a fresh diaper on him. Once he was buttoned back up, I picked him up and held him in the air, making sure to support his head.

"I think that was record timing. What do you think? Think I got this diaper changing thing down?" He blinked sleepily and smacked his lips a little. "Yeah, me, too. Mommy doesn't stand a chance."

A throat cleared behind me. Pulling him to my chest, I turned to find Nessie standing there with her arms crossed, hair still damp around her shoulders. She was wearing a large shirt that hung off one shoulder, low enough to give Will access when he needed it, and a pair of loose pajama bottoms. She looked exhausted but still glowing.

"She doesn't, does she?" she asked, eyebrow raised. "Well, Diaper Daddy, just remember that once he really starts eating because you just put yourself in charge of all future diaper changes."

I looked down at Will. Honey eyes rolled up to mine. "Oops. Looks like we're changing buddies, huh?"

Laughing, she walked over to us, pressing her lips gently to his temple. "You two are so cute. Annnd, he's snoozing again." She reached for diaper bag and pulled out a pacifier. He took it, still out for the count.

I put him back in the swing gently, covering him up. Once he was tucked in, I went for the dirty diaper, going to throw it in the garbage outside at the back of the house, and then washed my hands before sitting down next to my wife.

The rest of the night was spent watching our recorded shows and our sleeping son. Every couple hours or so, Ness would wake him up to see if he need to eat. I changed the diapers when needed.

Neither of us really felt like sleeping. And we both could live with that.

One Month Later...Early October

RPOV

"Look at that smile," I said, snapping a picture with my phone. "That's the one we'll send to daddy."

Jacob had gone back to work, reluctantly, about a week ago. I promised that I'd blow his phone up with disgustingly cute pictures. William had started staying awake longer, became more lively. He did eat more and I'd started pumping so that Jacob could feed him from a bottle. We'd started taking turns on the early morning feedings, letting each other sleep. Carlisle had suggested "tummy time" which would help Will learn to lift his head on his own and use his arms to raise his chest. The first time I saw him do it, I immediately grabbed my phone and sent the video to Jake.

Now, I sent the picture to Jacob. Will had lost most of his jerky movements, and I helped him move around by helping him sit up. Throughout the days, I read to him. Put on little educational movies that he really didn't understand yet, but hey, starting early never hurt. Overall, he was a happy kid. Sometimes I'd mess with him when he didn't want it, so I just let him swing while I did some house work or visited with people who came to check on us. Mom Dad, Billy, and Becca with Henry were over a lot.

Every day that Jacob came home, he'd take a shower, grab Will, and sprawl out on the couch with our son on his chest. Will would nap, sucking on a pacifier, while Jacob watched tv and I cooked dinner.

It was amazing how normal we seemed. Me being the housewife, staying home with the baby while Jacob went to work. I loved it. Staying home didn't bother me either. I wasn't quite ready to share my baby with the world even though I knew I'd have to start so he could experience new things.

Speaking of, the front door opened and Jacob walked in, grease smeared over the left side of his face. He was grinning. "That was a great picture," he said, coming to kiss me.

From the living room, Will made a sound that was more like a squeal. He was starting to recognize us. Jacob shrugged out of his jacket and went for Will, grinning.

"Hey, my little man! No, you can't gum my fingers yet. They aren't clean" He crouched down in front of the swing, and pushed him a little. "Were you good for momma today?"

"We both had our check-ups today," I said as I dried my hands on a kitchen towel, leaning my hip on the couch.

He looked over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

I nodded. "He's perfectly healthy."

"And you?"

"I," I said slowly, "have been cleared for nefarious deeds done in the dark."

Chuckling darkly, Jacob straightened up. "Oh, have you?"

My hands slid into the back pocket of my jeans as I nodded. "Mhm. Everything is healed up nicely. Carlisle cleared me."

He stalked toward me, greasy hands sliding over the skin of my hips under my shirt. With his face pressed into my neck, teeth nipping at my skin, he brought my body flush against his. "Mmm, how long do his naps last now?" he demanded, voice low.

"A couple hours or so," I breathed.

"Has he had any today?"

"Yeah. His next sleep is tonight with us."

His teeth wrapped around my pulse and pressed down with the most delicious pressure. "Good," he growled. "I'll take you tonight." He ground his hips into mine, making me arch at the feel of that hard length, before he left me completely and went for the stairs.

"Tease," I said before he completely disappeared down the stairs.

Stopping, his broad shoulders taking up the doorway, he turned to smile at me devilishly. "Don't worry. I'll come through." And then he was gone.

Will did that squealing again. When I looked over at him, he smiled, little hands fisting the blanket. Usually, Jacob would use my shower time as bonding time for him and Will. The same went for me. So, going over to him, I picked him up. Immediately, his hands dug into my hair.

Going down on my knees, I spread out a dark blue, heavily cushioned blanket. "Alright, little man, time to work on your push-ups. Gotta be strong like daddy."

Unfortunately, this was not on his list of things to do. Instead, he fussed when I tried to gently pry his fingers away from my hair. He was in the midst of his gripping reflex which would last a few more months. My hair was one of his favorite things to grip, so I let him tug on my hair until he lost the strength and interest. Jacob was coming up the stairs as I was laying Will belly down on the blanket. He was starting to gain enough strength to try to roll over when he was on his back, but not quite managing it. But he was able to keep his head up on his own for long periods of time.

As Jacob walked up behind me, Will pushed his little arms under him to push himself up and look at us. Jacob knelt down beside me and those honey-colored eyes followed. Carlisle said that he was advancing nicely for only six weeks.

"God, he's so big already," Jacob said, his hand smoothing over my hip.

I reached out to boop Will's nose. "Yeah, he is. He really doesn't like the mittens anymore though."

"Really? How do you know?"

"Because he got fussy when I tried to put them on him when I took him down to Carlisle. The hat was fine, but the mittens? Heaven forbid."

He laughed. "I guess that's an image of me. I have always hated gloves."

This was something I didn't know. It had never come up in conversation before. "Really? How come?"

Massive shoulders lifted in a shrug. "Not really sure. They just bother me. I feel so cut off from the world when I can't feel it, you know?"

It made sense, but I loved my knit gloves, especially the fingerless ones.

Will's arms gave out and he fell back to the blanket but his head stayed up, eyes on us, still smiling.

"He's got your smile," Jacob said.

And that made me smile.

JPOV

In front of us, Will let out a huge yawn and put his head down on the blanket, fingers tiredly clutching the fabric.

"Nap time," I said, reaching for him. When I folded him against my chest, Nessie put a pacifier in his mouth.

This was routine. Every day, I'd come home, take a shower, and we'd take a nap. Laying out on the couch, Will was belly down on my chest, my chin just brushing the top of his head. I turned on the tv, the volume low because of his startle factor. Grinning, Nessie came over to first kiss me and then kiss our son, draping a blanket over him before going into the kitchen. I felt bad that I didn't help her with the cooking, but she'd glared at me when I'd tried to put Will down to nap and help her. Apparently, she thought we needed daddy/son time since she was with him all day while I was at work. I didn't argue because I wanted some time with my son, even if it was to watch him sleep or participate with him.

Sniffing the air, I sensed we were having potato soup for dinner. I could handle that. And tonight, she was going to be my dessert. Until she'd said something today, I hadn't realized how badly I wanted her. She was a feature every night in my dreams, and I had a strong suspicion that they weren't my dreams, that they were hers. Sometimes, after I got done feeding Will at two in the morning, I'd find Nessie flushed and thrashing on the sheets. I'd thought it was a nightmare at first until she moaned. Both the man and the wolf in me couldn't wait to have her underneath us again.

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

Glancing up, I saw Ness leaning on the back of the couch, staring down at me. I reached up to stroke her cheek and then the hair that fell over her shoulder to tickle my arm.

"You," I answered.

She grinned. "I want you, too," she whispered. "Dinner's almost ready."

How long had I been dazed out? Geez. Getting up, I put Will in his swing and went into the kitchen.

Dinner was delicious as always. Ness and I cuddled up on the couch. I fed Will while she folded some freshly dried clothes. It was a nice quiet night at the house of Black. Relatively normal. She asked me about my day and how the shop was holding up. Things were better than ever and Frank was well on his way to opening another shop in Forks. Nessie told me that Rachel had stopped by for some girl time and a shoulder to cry on. My sister and Paul were having issues getting pregnant, causing her to feel like giving up. Now I felt lucky that Ness and I had Will, but I felt terrible for my sister. If anyone understood the fear of not being able to have kids, it was Nessie. That was something that had plagued her before we'd gotten pregnant. There was nothing that anyone could do for them. They'd had the same tests done that Ness and I had had to check fertility. It was just a matter of timing.

Yawning beside me, Ness checked her phone. "It's late," she said softly, with hint of darkness.

In his swing, Will was starting to droop. After I turned off the tv, I got up to get Will. He'd been doing good to sleep through most of the night. Usually, I could get him to go back down before I left for work so that he and Ness could sleep a little longer. He was fast asleep when I laid him down in the crib, his tiny fist locked on my shirt sleeve for a moment before his strength gave out. When I went back into the bedroom, I saw Ness staring down at the bed.

Going up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled into her hair. Instead of leaning into the touch like she normally did, she pulled away, pulling my hands off her body.

"Ness?" I asked in confusion.

Sighing, she turned around. "I still...I haven't quite lost the baby weight yet."

I tried really hard not to laugh because I knew she'd take it the wrong way. Instead, I fell to my knees in front of her, not saying a word. Her eyes watched me as I lifted her shirt.

"Jacob-" she said, hands going to my wrists.

I gave her a very stern gaze. "Hush, woman. You're beautiful."

I put my hand on her hips. Her stomach wasn't as flat as it had been before she'd gotten pregnant, but was well on her way to snapping her form back the same way Shelby's body had done. The woman didn't even look like she'd ever had a kid. Ness would be back to her flatness again soon, but I couldn't wait to have her. Besides, I loved her no matter what and she needed to know that.

So, slowly, I leaned forward to press my lips on every inch of her waist and stomach, everything between her hip bones. She still smelled like mint and honey, sticky yet fresh. When I ran my hands up her torso, over her breasts, she jerked with a little hiss. Still sensitive. Got it. As gently as I could, I unhooked the front of the bra, letting it fall open, before going for the button on her jeans. Jeans she could now fit in.

My lips followed, skimming over her skin, as I undid the zipper. Folding the halves of the jeans back and tugging them down, I kissed the top of her sex over the panties. Her body jerked again, this time in pleasure, eyes rolled back. Her fingers shot into my hair.

"Jake," she breathed.

Moving back up her body, I stood up, taking her shirt with me, and then pulled the bra down her arms. Once those were off, I shucked her jeans and panties. As much as I wanted to ravish her, I knew there were parts of her that were still sensitive, like her breasts. And I really just wanted to be inside of her whether we climaxed or not. That connection that bound us was craving the touch.

Her being that sensitive, it surprised me when she pulled away from me again to lay stomach down on the bed. Resting on her elbows, she looked at me through her hair over her shoulder, and spread her legs.

The wolf in me growled, approving of the submissive position. Stripping down, I crawled on top of her on all fours. Her back still sloped the way I loved in a graceful line leading down to her backside.

"No foreplay," she said, seeing the look on my face as I watched her. "Just take me."

"Ness-"

"Please. I need you."

Reaching down between her legs, I found that she was already wet and ready.

"Fuck," I breathed.

She pushed her hips back, forcing my fingers further inside her. "Told you. Just take me, Jake. Please."

Angling down, I laid over her and positioned myself at her entrance, guiding myself inside. Even after popping out a kid, she was deliciously tight, squeezing down on me as I slid inside of her for the first time in months.

Reaching forward, she gripped the bars of the headboard. "I forgot how big you are," she panted.

I let out a laugh that was all pride, sex, and masculinity.

Groaning, she pressed her hips back again, impaling herself further onto me until her ass hit my hips. She sighed and it sounded like relief as I sank in to the hilt. "Move, Jacob. I need to feel you move."

The wolf inside me had come roaring to the surface. Even though she was still sore, I couldn't bring myself to be all that slow and gentle. So I pulled back and shoved into her hard. She cried out. Covering her mouth with my hand, I listened, ear toward the closet door. Silence. Good.

With my hand over her mouth, I pounded into her. She grunted as the bed moved with each powerful thrust. Moving around, he repositioned my hand so that she could suck on my fingers. Shiiiiiiit. I was already close enough. She moaned around my fingers, the sound vibrating in my bones.

Skimming up her body, my free hand grabbed her wrist, my weight pinning her for a moment, unhooked her hand and I rolled us onto our sides. Moving her top leg over my thigh, I couldn't go as deep at this angle, but it was so worth it because I hit that sweet sweet spot inside her that I could reach by curling my fingers inside her. Every time my shaft rubbed that spot she shivered, jerking in my arms, teeth convulsing over my fingers.

"That's it," I whispered in her ear. "Come for me." Moving my free hand down the front of her body, I pressed and rubbed that little bundle at the top of her sex, making her jerk harder.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she reached up, her nails scratching at me. Blood welled on my shoulder, neck, and scalp. Moving even more shallow, I rubbed that spot exclusively. And she exploded, body arching, screaming around my fingers. I took them out of her mouth so that I could clap my palm over her lips. My own body snapped as her ass pressed into my hips, as her body tightened around mine. We laid there in a tense, straining heap as our bodies caught in a loop of orgasms.

After what felt like forever, she laid still in my arms, breathing hard, as my last drop emptied into her. My hand dropped away from her mouth as I collapsed behind her. Her thigh slipped down off of mine as she tiredly cuddled back into me.

"I need to clean you up," I whispered.

She shook her head. "No. I'll take a shower and clean the sheets tomorrow. Shelby's coming over tomorrow so she can watch Will. Right now, I just want to slip into lovely afterglow sleep."

"Whatever you want," I said, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. "You're beautiful, Nessie. Don't ever think you're not in my eyes, okay? I love you, and I will always want you."

"Mmm, I love you, too, baby." Wrapping her hand around mine, she laced our fingers so that our wedding rings rubbed together, and brought my fingers to her lips. "You're beautiful, too."

Chuckling, I cuddled down on the bed. "Just go to sleep. I'll take care of Will in the morning."

But she didn't hear me, already passed out with a small smile on her lips.

Short, yes. But if I were to write all the little precious things, we'd end up with a whole novel instead of novella. Besides, don't we all want to get closer to seeing Jake with his "princess"? And Will a big brother? I know I can't wait! But I love you guys and all your reviews. They literally keep me going! Love you! xoxoxoxo