CHAPTER TWO
Jacob E. Black's Point Of View... Tuesday, June 16, 2015
"That was good." Miley sighed contentedly, breathing a little unevenly. Then again we were both breathing unevenly in sync.
"Only good?" I teased and she laughed.
"A lot more than good." She assured me. "It was amazing, perfect, sensual, orgasmic." Boy was it orgasmic. "I love you, Jay." Miley nestled into my side and kissed my chest.
"I love you more, Mi." I murmured and she laughed again.
"That." Miley pushed herself up and smirked down at me as she straddled me. "Is a lie." She completed, settling herself just north of my manhood. "I love you more."
"Nuh uh." I denied, holding her hips gently as she moved lazily on top of me.
"Yuh huh." Miley said back childishly and I had to bite my lip to keep in a moan when she moved in just the right way. "I'm hungry." Miley suddenly decided and I groaned. Always at the most inoportune times. Once, when she was pregnant with the twins, she made me drive to a pizza place in Seattle at two in the morning because they were the only ones that would put peanut butter and jelly babies on a supreme pizza. And trust me, she called every pizza place between here and Seattle to find one. "Hey, it's your fault, JayJay, you're the one that knocked me up." She pointed out, getting off me and grabbing her bathrobe. Damnit. I thought I finally got rid of that thing where she wouldn't find it.
"I don't exactly remember you complaining about it." I reminded her, reluctantly getting up and pulling on a fresh pair of boxers.
"Well, your memory isn't exactly the best." Miley teased and I stuck my tongue out at her. Miley darted away, giggling and I ran after her. "Jaaaacooob..." Miley whined from the kitchen when I was just outside it.
"Yeah, Mi?" I wrapped my arms around her from behind. There was a tiny bump under my hands. Our fourth child together.
"I just wanted you to hold me." Miley giggled again, walking us both over to the fridge and opening it. "Ice cream?" She offered and I nodded absently against her neck.
"Uh... What's with the ketchup?" I made a face that she couldn't see.
"I want it." Miley pouted, grabbing the spoons and bowls and I started scooping out the neopolitan ice cream, which she promptly covered one in ketchup. Gross. "Hey, it's your kid that wants it."
"Our kid." I reminded and she grinned, biting her bottom lip. Miley hopped up onto the kitchen counter and slowly started eating her ketchup ice cream.
"You want a boy or a girl?" Miley asked thoughtfully after a couple of minutes.
"Either." I shrugged and Miley laughed.
"That's what people say when they don't want to admit a prefference."
"Well, then what do you want?" I shot back with a smirk.
"A girl." Miley replied after a minute of silence. "There's way too much testosterone in this house, we need a little balance." Yeah, balance. The girls totally ruled this house... Hell, forget about being the Alpha, the girls ruled the whole pack. Especially Miley; partly because she's the Alpha Female, partly just because she's Miley. "Now, you, boy or girl?"
"Boy." I admitted sheepishly. "Jacob Junior." I blushed and Miley giggled.
"What is with guys wanting to name their kids after themselves?" Miley rolled her eyes
FLASHBACK
Sunday, February 10, 2013
"Hannah Miley?" I suggested hopefully, holding my newborn daughter delicately. Miley and I had twins; a little boy and a little girl. The tiniest little things I had ever seen. The girl has a light smattering of blond hair and bright blue eyes that may or may not change over time. And the little boy that Miley was cradling has brown and and the thinest, soft layer of black hair.
"I'm not naming my daughter after myself." Miley shook her head as I sat next to her on the hospital bed. "That's just plain weird."
"So, I guess that's a no to Jacob Junior then?" I asked with a goofy grin. Our babies were barely an hour old. The others were all out in the waiting room or at home, giving me and Miles some time with our babies.
"Maybe." Miley conceded, fixing our sons little blue hat. "I kinda like James." Our son let out a little whine and snuggled into Miley before letting out a yawn. "Is someone tired?" She cooed, stroking his little cheek. He blinked; once, twice... He didn't open his eyes the third time. Miley leaned down and kissed his little forehead before looking up at me with shining, bright eyes.
"Hannah Ray." I suggested for our little girl. Kyla and J.C have a little brother and sister now. Ever since we told them Miley was pregnant Kyla had been impatient for the new baby to come. And J.C would put his head on Miley's stomach and feel the babies kick.
"Faith Ray, and that's as close as you're getting." Miley said firmly before she kissed our baby daughter as well. "Your Daddy is very stubborn." She whispered against her soft skin.
"Montana Miley?" I persisted, she looked so much like Miley, and I just knew she'd be just like my Miley when she grew up. "Hannah Faith!" I suggested in a sudden burst of inspiration.
"Hannah Faith Black." Miley smiled and our baby girl turned towards the sound of her voice. "I guess she likes it as much as I do." I grinned and kissed the top of Miley's head before kissing our daughters forehead as well. "Don't you, Baby? You wanna be called Hannah Faith, don't you?" Hannah Faith blinked up at Miley and Miley cooed at her again.
"You okay, Mi?" I asked softly when she yawned.
"I think our boy has the right idea." Miley murmured tiredly. Then again, I had no idea what it was like to give birth to two whole human beings. "But, I think we should name our little Hannah's twin brother." Hannah blinked again at the mention of her new name, as if she could already understand, even though she wasn't even an hour old yet.
"I like James too." I said of her erlier suggestion. I guess I could live without a Jake Junior.
"Nicholas... I think he looks like a Nicholas." Miley said thougtfully.
"Nicholas James Black and Hannah Faith Black." I grinned down at our twins.
"The most gorgeous twins in the universe." Miles smiled before yawning again.
"Why don't you take a nap, Mi's?" I suggested, getting up and moving to put Hannah down so I could take Nicholas. Hannah seemed to have other plans though because she let out a slow whine at first. Then a couple of whimpers. And then full on crying. Oh, crap!
"I see someone is ready for their first feeding?" Carlisle breezed into the room as Nicholas stirred. Oh, no, please don't let both of them be crying. But, luckily Nicholas just turned his head a little and settled back to sleep, clearly not all that concerned about his sisters crying. "First off, have you decided if you want to go with bottle or breast feeding?" Carlisle asked, carefully moving Nicholas to his hospital crib and I sat next to Miley again, easing Hannah into her arms. Two of my three favourite girls. We just needed Kyla and they'd be my three Angels all together.
END FLASHBACK
"I can tell you one thing though, you better not have knocked me up with twins again, Jacob Black." Miley threatened.
"I do believe that the twins come from your side of the family." I pointed out. I mean, come on, every other person on her side of the family is a twin. Half her cousins are twins, her own father was a twin whose identical twin brother had identical twins himself.
"Right, because you don't have twin sisters or anything." Miley rolled her eyes. Her eyes were the deepest midnight blue, absolutely beautiful. Hannah's eyes are just a little bit lighter. Bright blue eyes, blonde hair, Miley's smile... God, my baby is going to be such a heartbreaker.
"Hey, it's a fact that the twin gene comes from the mothers side." I said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but it's your little swimmers that did all the work, and inavded my innocent little eggs." Miley pouted cutely and I grinned, kissing her lips softly.
"Well, your innocent little eggs shouldn't have teased my swimmers." I shot back and Miley laughed.
"Maybe my eggs were crushing on your swimmers." She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled up at me with one of her dazzling shy/coy smiles.
"Well, then maybe my swimmers were crushing on your eggs too." I pulled her closer to me and picked her up.
"Then I guess it was a match made in Heaven, huh?" I moved us a few feet before I pushed her up against a wall and kissed her. I kissed along her jawline, down her neck, to her chest.
"Want to go to Heaven and find out?" I murmured huskilly against her skin, nuzzling her bathrobe open. Treasure land!
"I'll go anywhere you take me." Miley moaned as I nipped at her breasts. Her beautiful, succulant breasts. God! Miley thought that they were small when we teenagers in Tybee that summer... But, they had seriously grown, at least a whole cup size, especially since she got pregnant. And with every pregnancy I swear they got bigger. Gorgeous. "Oh, God!" Miley groaned and I frowned, that wasn't the right tone I was going for. Miley pushed at my chest and I started to moved away, but it was too late.
"Gross." I gagged, stepping back slowly.
"Oh, my God, Jacob, I'm so sorry." Miley appologised, covering her mouth as if that would make it not happen.
"Think I'd be used to it by now." I commented, trying not to touch anything or myself. It had after-all happened three times before when she was pregnant with the twins. This is when it sucked to be constantly hot for each other; pregnancy makes Miley's stomach really sensitive so having her extra wolf senses that she could smell things from miles away wasn't really a good thing. The faintest hint of something that might set her off anywhere inside her sense range when we were being intimate together wasn't a good combination.
"I am so, so sorry, Jacob." Miley appologised again, sounding horrified. Just like she did the other three times. "Not again." Miley sprinted off, covering her mouth for a different reason this time. Normally I'd go hold her hair back, but I think I'd get more vomit on her than I'd keep off of her at this point.
MACOB
Jacob E. Black's Point Of View
"Honestly, Jake, what have we told you about... Relating in the kithen?" Paige asked in mock disapointment when her and Jason walked in when I was cleaning up all the vomit.
"Where are the kids?" I asked, standing up with a sigh and throwing out the cloths I'd been using. Miley was upstairs in our private bathroom having a hot bath to try and calm our suddenly restless unborn baby. And I was about to join her.
"Watching a movie." Jason shrugged, grabbing a bottle from the freezer. Blood. Three half vampires and a quarter vampire in the house - my daughter and J.C might as well be my son - we tend to keep some blood handy in case of emergency or someone getting thirsty. "Told 'em not to bother you two so you could get your freak on."
"What did you really tell them?" I asked, with Jason you could never be too sure. I mean, he'd changed a lot in the last five years, but still. There were times when he'd say things around kids that weren't appropriate to say around kids.
"To stay quiet because it's yours and Miley's 'special day'." Paige rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I got 'em if they get cranky or whatever."
"Right." I nodded and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a sip. "How were they at the park?" Paige, Jason and Matthew had taken all five kids to the park this morning so Miley and I could be alone.
"Kyla and Hannah built a sandcastle, J.C played on the swings, Nicky played cars, Draco destroyed the sandcastle, Kyla chased Draco around the park... Typical." Paige shrugged and I nodded again. That really was typical for a day at the park with the kids. Except sometimes Hannah and Nicky would play on the slides together. Or Draco would climb the jungle gym. "Seriously, Jake, you get, like, three days a year where there aren't kids and animals chasing after you two, enjoy it before you've got another one in five months." Paige urged and I hesitated for only a second before racing up to Miley. Any other day and I'd be with my kids, but Paige was right; we only get three kid-free days a year, and as much as I love the kids. I'm gonna take those three days. Valentines Day, our anniversary, and one of our birthdays - usually Miley's.
FLASHBACK
Saturday, November 23, 2013
"Miles?" I woke up to the sound of crying. Nicky, I think. I felt next to me, no Miley. There goes my special wake-up surprise. I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers before going to the nursery. I picked Nicky up and held him close in the cool almost-winter air. "Hey, Buddy, do you know where your Mommy is?" I asked in a soft voice, slowly starting to walk downdtairs. "Okay, what do you want for breakfast, Nick? Milk or apples?" Nicky reached for the bottle of Miley's frozen milk with the easy-grip handles on it. Both Hannah and Nick could hold the bottles on their own when they had the special grips. It felt like they were only born just yesterday, and Hannah had crawled for the first time last week. When the milk was defrosted and warm enough I carefully set Nicky in his higchair with his bottle and grabbed myself a banana. "Miles?" I called out again.
"Jake?" I opened the back door to find Brady there looking kind of worried.
"What's up?" I let him in with a sinking feeling in my stomach.
"Miley's at our house." Brady said and I frowned. "She's been there for hours, at the memorial... For-for... Robert." He whispered, glancing at Nicky. I should have known. Miley went there every year for the last three years. I don't know why this year would be any different.
"Can you stay here and watch Nicky and Hannah?" I requested and Brady barely had time to nod before I ran out the door and phased, running for my Dads house. I was rounding the back of my Dads house within two minutes and I could both hear and smell Miley crying. I phased back to human and walked slowly. "Miles?" Miley was sitting on the ground near the memorial, hugging her knees to herself and crying mostly silently, only letting out the occassional sob. "Mi?"
"I hate myself." Miley whimpered when I sat down next to her. "I called Nicky Robert last night." She whispered and I frowned a little. "What kind of mother am I that I called my little boy another name? I'm horrible."
"You're not horrible, Miles." I tried to sooth her. She always got like this around her birthday. She still blamed herself for Robert dying three years ago.
"Then how else could I have called my son by a different name?" Miley snapped and I sighed. "I called our son, our Nicholas, I called him Robert, Jacob."
"You miss Robert, Miles, one second doesn't make you a bad mother." I assured softly, but she just whimpered again. "It makes you human."
"I see Nicky sometimes, and I can't help it, Jacob, I imagine what Robert would have been like." Miley admitted softly.
"I think about him too, Mi, all the time." I said, watching as a bee flew by lazilly.
"But, you never called Nicky his name." Miley pointed out dejectedly. "I hate myself."
"Well, I love you, and so do our son and daughter. And I know you love them as well, but loving Nicky and Hannah doesn't mean you love Robert any less." I looked down at Miley and she was curled slightly in on herself.
"Can we just stay here today?" Miley sighed, crawling over to the memorial and laying down next to it.
END FLASHBACK
"Hey." Miley smiled shyly from the hottub, bubbles covering her in all the right - or wrong in my opinion - places.
"Hey." I grinned, walking over and kneeling next to the half in-ground/half above-ground tub.
"You wanna come in?" Miley seduced, reaching up and trailing a finger up and down my arm slowly.
"God, yes." I groaned, but stayed out of the water. Instead I reached for the soft pink loofah that was Miley's. I carefully lifted her arm closest to me out of the tub and washed it softly, kissing along her warm skin as I did so. "How's our baby?"
"She likes bath time." Miley smiled, ghosting a hand over her stomach. "I think she's sleeping now."
SORRY!
Sorry it's taking so long. I am working on chapter 3; it's Paiges chapter, and then I'm either doing Chris, Brady or someone can suggest a character, and then the last chapter is going to be one of the kids. Trust me, I am working on it, and I'm over half way through it, but I think it's going to take at least a few days. For one my stupid computer cuts out at random intervals if I don't save the work as soon as I write it. Second; this whole school thing is way more than I thought it would be; I spend all of Wednesday and Friday there, Thursday is doing the reading assignments, Saturday and Sunday I have to finish the assignment, scan it to my computer, type everything up and print it out... And then I only have Monday and Tuesday in which I have to spend fighting with my computer to get the stupid switched on.
On the upside my old MP3 that I had the original version of part 5 and all of Hazel Potter is working again so I have all of that back, and I would have posted the third, fourth and fifth chapters of the original Family Bites, but they are nothing like this one so they wouldn't go together and it'd be completely weird, so it's really up to you guys weather I post the original alongside this one.
I promise I'll have chapter 3 up before the end of the month at the latest.
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Miley-Girl