A/N: Fluff and Doubt; Romance and Drama, you HAVE been warned. Review please. Enjoy.

Bites, Fights, and Lovely Ladies

Ch. 18

"So, this is the mighty Jacob Black's room, is it?" Jazz asked.

Jacob smirked and shrugged, "Sorry that it's not a palace. It may not be the biggest and best thing ever, but it's cozy. I like it." Jazz smiled, "Well, there never was anyplace like home."

Jacob plopped down onto his bed, crossed his legs, and stuck his hands behind his head. Jazz just looked at him, mostly just enjoying the view, but another memory, this time just a trivial one about a magazine, popped into her mind and she started laughing quietly to herself.

Jacob peeked open one eye to look at her, "Am I really so adorable you laugh when you look at me?" He grinned as he saw her look up and down his body before replying, "It's not that, but… has anyone ever mistaken you for Taylor Laurent?"

"Taylor… who?" he asked. "Laurent. Taylor Laurent." He thought for a moment then said, "I don't know him, who is he?"

She shrugged, "He's an actor or something, I just remember seeing his picture and you two sorta look alike. That's not a bad thing though." She smirked.

He grinned and patted the space next to him, "Well?" He asked as if it was obvious, "Are you gonna join me or not? Come over to the dark side Jazz" he added as she started laughing. She turned her head slightly away and avoided his gaze as she quietly sat on the edge of the bed.

Jacob laughed a little, "What this? A little shy now are we?" and remembering one of those days he had thought he loved Bella, he added, "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" That managed to get Jazz to laugh a little bit and he was amazed that she found humor in such a corny joke, but hey, whatever does it for ya…

Jazz turned to face him and Jacob reached out and pulled her down until she was laying her head on his bare chest. Jacob sighed and Jazz looked up at him, concerned and asked, "Is anything wrong, Jacob? I'm not bothering you am I?" She started getting up, but Jacob shook his head and pulled her back down.

"It's not that… it's just… I can't seem to figure you out…"

"What?" She looked up at him, and he seemed to be thinking about something, concentrating on his memories.

"You're shy… then you're bold… then you're shy… then you're a blood-thirsty beast… then you're bold… then you're a blood-thirsty beast again… then you're back to being shy… I just don't get it… mostly how you can be shy and bold at the same time… Mind helping me out a bit?"

Jazz laughed quietly, "I'm not a bold person… Sometimes I just seem bold because I'm enjoying myself too much, and I tend to forget the things that make me shy."

"Such as?"

"People watching, or just being around mostly… what others might be thinking of me… physical contact…" Jacob arched an eyebrow and looked down at her. "If physical contact make you shy, then why are you so… willing… to touch and be touched by me?" He smirked, grabbed Jazz's hand, and began rubbing it across his abs while he stroked her hair with his other hand.

Jazz smiled, "Well, that's the thing. Sometimes I enjoy it so much that I forget that it might embarrass me. So it's not really a major point on my list of shy-ness" and at that she pulled her hand away from his and started rubbing her own patterns, smirking as he shivered at her cold skin.

She did that for a few moments, but then Jacob grabbed her hand and held it still. And looking down at her, he said seriously "Jazz… it's not that I don't like what you're doing, but if this makes you uncomfortable then I don't want you to feel like you have to do it just for me. Can you promise me that? That you'll tell me if I make you uncomfortable?"

She smilled shyly and quietly said, "I promise." She pulled herself against him and softly laughed, "You're going to make a good father…"

Jacob's eyes widened, "What makes you say that?" Jazz thought he was misunderstanding and said, "It's not that I'm offering or anything like that! I just meant that you're so nice… and funny… and one hell of a protecter… I'm just saying that whenever you do have kids, that they'll have a great dad."

"I'm not sure if I can have kids." Jazz looked at him strangely, "I'm sure you of all people will have kids." She smiled a bit, but he just looked at her in an expression that was almost pity.

"I don't think we ever told you about that, seeing as it never came up…"

Jazz was looking at him with concern now, "What're you talking about?"

"I'm saying that I don't think I'll have kids, because I like you. And I want to stay with you. You can't have children; no vampires can. So if I stay with you then I can't have kids either, well… unless we adopt or something, but that's later, I'm even sure if this'll last… I mean, I hope it will, but-"

"I can't have kids?" Jazz interupted.

Jacob kissed her forhead, "I'm sorry, but no." He had heard that Rosalie was the mean person she was because she was so upset by being sterile, and he really didn't want Jazz to revert to the mean and rude monster Rosalie was.

Jazz just looked up at him and asked, "And… you're okay with never having kids? Of your own I mean?" she added when he was about to protest.

Jacob thought for a moment, but he really couldn't see himself with children anyway, so he said, "I'm fine with not having kids. It's not a big deal. Are you okay?" He asked when she looked away from him.

"I'm fine… It's nothing, really… You should get some sleep, it'll be sunrise soon…" She murmered. Jacob looked concern, but he closed his eyes and sure enough fell right into sleep. Jazz just listened to his heartbeat and breathing and the sun came up and the sky lightened.

"I'm fine…"