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The clinking of pans falling to the hard tile floor causes my eyes to open quickly. I hear a deep voice mumbling in the kitchen, as the pans are being picked up. Laughing quietly, I listen as they fumble with the pots and pans. Slowly, I glance over to the window, where the curtain is letting rays of sunshine glimmer on my face, and then I pull a pillow of my face. I take a long, deep breath as the pillow lies on my face, and a familiar scent enters my senses. The smell of the ocean and pine trees makes me smile underneath the pillow, as I notice the scent right away. It's Jacob's scent. Why wouldn't it be? This is his pillow that he let me use. Jacob offered to sleep on the couch, and even though I said that I could, I knew he wouldn't let me. So I slept on his large bed, as he hung halfway off of the tiny couch in the living room.

"Dang it!" Jacob's deep voice comes from the kitchen, as I hear silverware clinking on the counter. He has never been very graceful.

I find myself giggling as I remember all of the times that Jake has fallen or ran into something. There are too many times to count! He even stumbled in the sand last night when were heading back to his house after the firework show. Suddenly, I feel butterflies in my stomach and my face becomes red. Jacob and I kissed last night, and we told each other we were in love with each other. I can still remember the emotions I felt last night when we kissed, and it brings a large smile to my face.

"Sounds like someone is already up," Jacob says softly, as he opens the door to his room, and peeks his head in. "What are you laughing about?"

I pull the pillow off of my face, and turn to smile at him. Just the look of him sends that familiar shock through me, and I realize that I could get used to that feeling. "You," I tell him still smiling.

"Me?" He looks confused, as he swings the door open wider and steps in. My breath becomes stuck in my throat as I see that he isn't wearing a shirt. Sure, most of the time he doesn't wear a shirt, but he hasn't since I've arrived. I've never noticed how toned and ripped he is. "Why are you laughing about me?"

I cough and rip my eyes off of his stomach, and I place them back in his deep, brown eyes. "I was just thinking how much a klutz you are, since your recent dropping of the pans reminded me."

"Did that wake you up?" He asks me, almost afraid that he did. "I'm sorry! I'm making our breakfast: chocolate chip pancakes. It will be ready in ten minutes if you want some."

I nod excitedly, as I realize how hungry I am. I sit up so I am leaning on the headboard of his bed, "I'll get ready, and then I'll come eat."

"Alright," He tells me with a smile, and then starts to leave the room. Right before he closes the door, the looks over his shoulder, "Good morning, beautiful."

A blush covers my face again, and I find myself smiling even brighter. Almost everything he says or does now brings a blush to my face. Even though he is probably already in the kitchen, I can't help but whisper, "Good morning."

Ten minutes later I am pulling on my outfit, white denim shorts and a pink v-neck shirt, and looking at myself in the mirror. My brown hair is still slightly wet from the quick shower I took, and loose ringlets go a few inches past my shoulders. My tired, brown eyes look right back at me, and there is a certain sparkle that hasn't been there before.

"Breakfast is ready!" Jacob's voice calls from the kitchen, and I race towards the sound. I see him flipping pancakes, and I realize that he has gotten a lot better at it since I taught him a few days ago. It's crazy how far back that day seems now. That day when we made pancakes changed everything, and I used to wish that that moment never happened –but now I'm glad it did.

I wrap my tiny arms around his warm, toned stomach and I lay the side of my head on his back. "Good morning," I say quietly, as he jumps to my touch.

"Morning to you, too," He tells me, and then quickly turns around so he is facing me. My arms are still wrapped around his body, as he stares into my eyes. He grabs my hips, and lifts me up, taking me backwards. He sits me down on the counter behind me, and then we are eye level with each other. "How are you this morning?"

I move my hands up to around his neck, and he wraps his around my waist. My knees are on the sides of his hips, and he is leaning against the counter. "I am pretty good, you?" I ask breathlessly, as I try to peel my eyes off of his lips.

"Great now that you are here," He says with a smile, and then tucks back my wet hair behind my ear. He leans in slowly, and places his lips on mine. My heartbeat starts quickening, as I wrap my legs around his waist and cross my legs at my ankles. He pulls me closer to him, as we deepen the kiss.

My stomach growls lightly, and I feel him smile underneath my lips. I groan as I put my hands on my stomach, "Sorry. I'm hungry."

"That's alright, we should eat." He grabs my waist, again sending the electricity currents, and then places me back on the floor. A few minutes later, Jacob has already ate seven pancakes, and I've ate two. "So some of the pack members are hanging out at Sam and Emily's house, did you want to go after breakfast?"

I smile at the fact of us hanging out with his family and our friends more. "Sure, is your dad down there already?"

"Yeah, Sam came to pick him up right before you woke up. They wanted to discuss something about the tribe." He mumbles through a mouthful of food, and then he chugs down a whole glass of milk.

I use my fork to push little pieces of pancake around on the plate, as I let my thoughts wander. It's going to be hard to see Jacob saying goodbye to all of these people, and I know that it will be hard for me saying goodbye. I don't even know if I am going to stay as long as Jacob is. He only has six days left here, am I supposed to stay the whole time? "Jacob, when am I leaving to go home?"

"I was thinking that you could go home with me on the eleventh like I had planned for me." He tells me, and then he looks up from his food. "Why did you want to go home early?"

"No!" I blurt out, not wanting him to think that I don't like it here. Because that is not true at all. In fact, I absolutely love it here. Something about the atmosphere here this visit is inviting, and I feel like I should be here. "I was just wondering."

He eyes me suspiciously, raising a brown eyebrow, but then he shrugs it off. "I'm done if you want to leave for Sam's house now." I nod excitedly, and then I help him clean up the table. As we walk out of the backdoor, he grabs a hold of my arm, and brings me close to him. He places a kiss on my lips, and then pulls away after a minute. "Sorry, I just don't know if I'll be able to do that again today."

"No need to apologize," I tell him with a smile, and I wonder if he can tell that even by a simple kiss I'm about to faint. I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek, "Come on, I know you want to go." I take his hand, and then we go running into the woods.

"I saw you two all over each other last night," Seth whispers to Jacob and I across the table, and then he winks playfully.

I groan and put my face in my hands, trying to hide my red face from the whole room. I know that even though Seth whispered it lightly, the whole pack can hear it. We've avoided this conversation this whole day, and now right before dinner, Seth has to bring it up. Jacob places his hand on my knee underneath my table, as a sign of comfort. I release one of my hands from my face, and I grab his hand tightly.

"Ouch!" Seth yells suddenly, as he bends over to grab his shin. "I was just teasing you guys!"

Jacob doesn't find it funny, though, and I'm guessing it's because he sees how embarrassed I am of it. That must be why he kicked Seth underneath the table. I guess I should be used to people teasing each other about their romance –I mean, I live with Emmett. It's just different when it's about me, and not someone else.

"Oh come on, Seth." Leah complains from the other end of the dinner table, as she leans against Thomas who is sitting next to her. "Grow up, will you?"

Tonight, it's Sam, Emily, me, Jacob, Leah, Thomas, Billy, Seth, Claire, and Quil eating tonight. Seth is the only one here who has never been in love before, so he is the only one who finds his jokes funny. If Collin and Brady, the other two who haven't imprinted yet, were here they might laugh. Now everyone just rolls their eyes, but I can't help but feel embarrassed.

"It's alright; Quil and I got teased in the beginning, too." Claire comforts me, as she places her hand on my shoulder. "I'm just glad that you know everything now."

I smile at her, "I'm glad, too."

"It's a whole lot easier on Jacob, too," Billy adds from the other side of Jacob. "He is already a lot happier, I can tell."

I squeeze Jacob's hand tightly, "I'm happier, too, Billy." Just seeing Jacob can light up my day, and know that I know he is mine it makes me even more excited to be with him.

"Dinner's served," Sam and Emily call out as the place the plates filled with fried chicken, potatoes, and veggies on the table.

Emily, Claire and I keep still, since we know what is going to happen. Right as the plates reach the table, everyone around us goes crazy over the food, like they haven't ate in days. Everyone has huge smiles on their faces as they gather up food. Claire and I look at each other and laugh and Quil and Jacob fight over a chicken leg. I could get used to this: all of the noise, being surrounded by our friends, and watching Jacob being happier than I've ever seen him. My heart swells with happiness as I realize that I can also call here one of my homes.