Jacob's P.O.V.
Several months have gone by. I have been homeschooled instead of attending Forks High. Internet courses were easy. I googled the answers, but still. I know all of the things I need for the life I planned to live. I had a mate, and soon, twins! Being 3 and a half months pregnant had its drawbacks, sure, but on the plus side, I got to lay on Sam's wolf, In my human form. It was rare before that I would even see his wolf. Now I fall asleep on it, the big furry body is the size of a bull. When I get ready to sleep, Sam lets me lay down, in return I scratch his chest, every time I am rewarded with warm purring like vibrations. When I wake, I am greeted with nice wet wolf licks on my baby bump. I'm sure Sam is thinking thoughts directed at his children, I can see it in his eyes. All in all, things have been great, and most of it was Sam allowing me access to his inner wolf. But at times, I think his wolf forces him to, because he does not like the gap in communication when I can't phase. For birth, it was predicted that I would shift and remain a wolf for almost a month and then basically poop out my children.
Sometimes I was just plain angry. I felt pain, and I know it was not intentional, but the boys really hurt me at times. When times like these arose, Sam was the only solution. Sometimes he would be outside, or just plain asleep, but when his boys wanted his attention, they made it known. Kicks and punches were thrown at my delicate skin, demands for attention from their father, not their dad. Sam would rub circles on their covering, talk to them, or just lay his head on my stomach with his hand on the other side. The boys loved him. I think they would enjoy me more if they were stuck on someone else. I lied on occasion, telling Sam I hurt, just to feel his tiny little pokes under my navel, and with each prod, a tiny word of encouragement for his 'little men'. I could only look down at him, on his hands and knees, admiring his work and feeling joy. Aside from pains, things seemed absolutely perfect.
Everything was catching up to me now. The wedding that was supposed to be a surprise was less than a month away. I enjoyed torturing Sam about it, as evil as that sounds. He would be out planning for it, and I would ask him what he was up to. When he was near and it was just me and him, (meaning the boys were in a sleeping state) he would constantly talk and talk about this or that, nothing in particular. I knew that he was trying his hardest to keep it a secret, to surprise his love with a celebration of commitment, but I already knew. He tried so hard not to let onto his plans, and I wish I didn't know... but that didn't change the fact that I do.
Breaking me from my thought to stare, I spied Sam, chopping a large tree down. He wanted to make the furniture for the boys himself. Something about IKEA being evil or some nonsense. He was looking absolutely irresistible... a word he commonly used to describe me. He was shirtless, wearing worn blue jeans held by suspenders that came to a Y on his back, and work boots. The suspenders fit seamlessly into the crevices of his back muscles and shoulder blades. His big bulky biceps just drove me crazy. They matched his front set of washboard abs. His black hair cropped short framed his face like a picture. To top everything off, his underwear were sticking out just a tiny bit, which was oddly appealing to me.
"Sam, please don't hurt yourself!" I called from a safe distance. He waited for the tree to fall, and walked to meet me, holding the axe over his shoulders. I was determined to get more of him inside of me at st some point before the wedding, it was just about how I go about getting it. He didn't want to lose control and damage our kids in any way. Mounting the first step with me four steps above him, we were the same height which he found cute. He laid the axe in his left palm and leaned onto it like a crutch. Gently, he touched my belly, standing straight up and down, only moving his right hand to make contact with his offspring. "Can we get two cats?" I spoke off of the top of my head. He didn't know where the pondering had come from.
"Why?" He sneered, he hated cats. "A dog is much better, for us and the children." He only added the last part to try to sway me into believing I really wanted a dog. We had never talked about it before, but I knew the outcome would be remotely the same no matter what. Dogs were the last thing I wanted, they were too much like wolfs. No, I wanted cats, and call me a bitch, but I would get them.
"I want a solid white cat, and a solid black cat for us." I said, he knew why I wanted them. My wolf was solid white, and his was my opposite, and he was having none of it. He shook his head, which just tipped me over the edge that I was nowhere close to three seconds ago. "For fucks sake Sam! I want them and you insist that I don't get them. You are so fucking selfish and I hate you!... Fuck you!" I screamed, dropping to my knees while clutching my stomach. What was wrong with me? How could I ever say that? It was not true, but how would I ever say that even if it were fact? Right now, I only hated myself as the tears started to flow. Damn it, I was having mood swings. Now I just feel like a typical bitch in heat. The water works flowed, and Sam was right there, picking me up bridal style, telling me that it was okay. "Sam it's not okay. Do you know what I just said?" I questioned, wrapping my arms around his muscular neck and hiding my face in the crook of his neck. We were walking up the indoor stairs now, most likely to the room, if not the bathtub to take a soak. I was placed on the bed, feeling disgusted with my words, and myself. He was dirty from the work he had done outside today, and found a nice pair of underpants to change into, removing all of his previous clothing. He stripped me from my night pants, so I was left with only my blue fruit of the loom underwear on my body. I looked into the mirror, with a scowl on my face. The bump was not large, but still noticeable. I closed my arms around myself, hugging my panicking children in an attempt to comfort them.
The looks of pain were clearly on my face, as Sam laid down on his side at the head of the bead, opening his arms for me to crawl in. Doing as told, I hid myself in his chest, letting his arms enclose around me like a shell. He knew that I didn't mean the hateful words, but it still weighed heavy on my emotions. Sam pulled me on top of him gently, to where we were looking directly into each others eyes. "I love you, and you love me. We love each other, and nothing you can do in any fit of anger will deter me from the truth." He finished raising his head to mine with a kiss planted directly on my lips. I could only sigh and rest my head on the upper left side of his torso, listening to the beat of his heart to sooth me, and our boys. I had no idea how he can be an emotional rock for me. How he puts up with all of the bullshit I hand him. Regardless, I love him.
I spent s few minutes thinking about what to say to him. "Hey Sam?" I questioned, sounding like an upset child. He seemed non-responsive. Laying with his right hand behind his head, the other laying loosely on my back, his breathing was slow. He was exhausted from all of the work he has done today. I think I will do something nice for him, I will go make him french toast, like the one he likes from the breakfast diner we occasionally go to. I know we have the ingredients because he made some yesterday. I would watch him cook sometimes because I loved the fact that he could. I can estimate his measurements, make it close to his.
On my way down the hall, I heard the glass downstairs break. Someone was inside my house. I was not expecting anyone, so I tiptoed into the office, separated from the master bedroom with by a bathroom and a tiny closet designated for storing sheets. The case was laying between the file cabinet and the wall in the corner of the room farthest from the door. A desk containing a computer, notepad, a home phone, and writing utensils blocked the view. So if you didn't know that the case was there, then you could not tell. The case contained my deceased fathers gold plated brass knuckles, and a matching hand gun. The gun was always loaded because it was so well hidden.
Like a stealthy mouse mixed with James Bond, I looked down the hallway, hearing a sound downstairs, I stepped out of the door and took five steps down the stairs before a form appeared at the bottom of the steps, obviously a shape shifter. He was HUGE! Equal to Sam, if not bigger, and looked somewhat similar to him too. The male had solid black eyes, meaning he was taken over by lust. His voice came thickly, like honey "I'm Bentley, and you WILL surrender your body for me to do as I please." Not a question, a statement was made. I had no chance of fighting this bulky animal in my almost helpless pregnant form. The gun or knuckles would be useless here due to his healing abilities. No sounds could escape me, no matter how hard I tried. He took the stairs two at a time fast as lightning. I only had time to stumble backwards and fall onto my butt, which hurt. This Bentley person was above me, pinning me down by forcing his tongue into my mouth. He easily ripped the bottom of my underpants, then shoving his pants down, off his legs, and down the steps. The whole process had me in shock, so no matter how much I tried to scream for Sam, not a sound came. The males giant hand came over my mouth, stopping me from screaming when he thrusted in. It was wet, probably pre-cum. But he was ruthless. Thrusting and thrusting until I lost my resistance was where he found his pleasure. He must have had an extra large too, because the experience was terrible. Sam was my first, and was not gentle, but did not hurt me. Bentley was all the way in, which placed his washboard abs on my bump, and his face still on mine. He must have felt a kick, because he withdrew his head and looked down in question. "Are you carrying?" he demanded roughly. I could only nod crying silent sobs with my red face. He smiled his evil smile and continued pounding me on the stairs. I was glad that my children were safe. A few weeks ago, the vampire doctor said the sack had sealed by now, waiting until birth to rupture. But I was worried that Bentley was about to fill the next one. He reached down, touching my entrance while still inside, bringing his hand into my view. Blood covered the separated fingers. Instantly knowing it was mine, I let out a sharp cry of pain, clenching as he came into my body, forcing my own liquid to spill. "Shut your whore mouth, Bitch!" He commanded, pulling out and wiping his bloody extension on my bump until it was clean.
Sam appeared at the top of the stairs just in time to see the male claim the other side of my neck, licking it to confirm the act he had committed against my will. "Bentley?! I thought you were dead!" Sam shouted in shock, earning the attention of the male above me. He was in trouble now! A blur appeared over me as a human shifted into a black wolf with a white tail tip. The solid black wolf that I loved had tackled the aggressive male that had violated me, launching both of the forms out of the solid wall at the bottom of the stairs. I was left alone, bleeding and bloody, to crawl to the phone at the top of the stairs in the office. I could hear the brawl taking place outside, which fueled my fire to reach the phone. The pain was immense, but I needed help, and only knew one number, Paul's. Explaining the whole deal in detail, he was headed over right away in his wolf form. I knew the second he arrived, he joined the fight with Sam and Bentley. I could see them out of the window in the office. Sam must have commanded that Bentley be spared. He seemed to have a past with the person, but I couldn't say what it was.
Only moments later, Paul shifted and met my eyes, running into the house to be by my side. "Everything is going to be okay, I promise." He stated, clearly panicked. He lifted me, holding me like a mother would her child, with my legs around him. I did not understand, but when we arrived in the restroom, I understood. He sat me down in the shower because we had no tub in this restroom. We were both naked, which did not matter to me. He was my brother and we grew up running naked through LaPush together. Now we were both crouched, he was cleaning me off, and soothing the twins. His hands rested on my stomach, showing the kids that no trouble would come now. They loved that, he was just like Sam in their unopened eyes, trusted. They were alive, so I was happy.
The shower must have taken a fair amount of time, because Sam walked in, picking me up bringing me into an embrace. He told Paul to wait downstairs with Bentley, gathering clothing for the three large males, and pregnancy shorts for me, he finally addressed me. "There is no excuse for this. I am utterly sorry, and I will never leave your side again. I'm sorry babe, I failed you." He dressed both of us, then picked me up with the two pairs of basketball shorts in my lap. They would have fallen off me, so I assumed they were for Bentley and Paul. I didn't say anything to Sam, Only kissed his mouth, and rested my head on his shoulder, showing my unwavering love. He had carried me downstairs, into the living room, setting me down on a recliner and standing next to it in a protective stance. I tossed the shorts, and the two naked males dressed. "Paul, Jacob." He said motioning to the wolf, who was close to death, but healing rapidly. "Meet my twin brother... Bentley."
I hope you are not mad. The kids are safe, I would not let them die. This Bentley guy is a prick though huh? What do you think about him? Did you like the introduction of his character? On the small chance you did, Review and tell me.