Sam's P.O.V.

I have been keeping busy in Jacob's absence. I know he will be back, because I love him, and he loves me. Things always work out between us. I can only hope he will forgive Bentley, we can't make the poor guy leave. I hate him for what he did, but he is my younger brother after all. Family, the people you have to love, no matter what. I said Bentley could stay, and that Jacob would understand, but now I just hope that I did not shove my foot in my mouth. I had almost finished a nursery, in the room beside the masters suite. The boys' room was coming along well.

The walls were completely light blue with stickers of sail boats and toy trucks. The typical 'new baby boy(s)' room. In the main part of the room was a huge square rug that looked like a city. The roads lead to different buildings and so on. The carpet was covered with play stations for toddlers and newborns, I wanted to give the boys allot to choose from, so there were 6 of the activity mats for them to choose from. In the very corner was a nice cushioned recliner just for Jacob to rest in with the boys. The recliner and baby toys are the only things I got from a store, the rest of the items were crafted by me and my brother. The whole pack was waiting for Jacob to return, except Paul. He must be in contact with Jacob, and I know he cares about my husband to be, so he would warn me if Jacob were to truly run off for good. The crib I made with Bentley was big and complicated. The nursery had a wide hallway leading to a window that was off of the main room itself. The window constantly let in a fresh breeze and lots of sunshine. With the wide hallway, the crib fit perfectly. The two baby beds faced each other, being about 5 feet apart. Each child pin was big enough for multiple children at a time in case one was dirty. The head of the crib was stopped by a rectangular block of wood, taking up the sides of the room where the crib ended. The columns of wood went right by the side of the window, creating a sitting area with baby blankets and big comfortable pillows.

As it turns out, Leah is a lesbian. That's great, she didn't imprint, but she still found a girlfriend. Jessica Stanley had attracted her attention, and they were to be married in about three days. The wedding was rushed in my opinion, but they are old enough to make up their own minds. Leah is 20 and Jessica is 21. They met in school years ago when Leah decided that she didn't want to study on the reservation. The girls were close and Jessica spent most of her time at LaPush now. She has already been told about our side, and quickly pieced together that the Cullen's were vampires.

The last thing I had to surprise Jacob were a pair of cats. One white, and one black. The white one was mine, and the black one was awaiting his masters return. The cats were not nearly as bad as I anticipated. They don't shed at all, go outside to go to the restroom, and stay on the floor for the most part. Sometimes I will find them on the couch, curled together asleep, but I just leave them. I hope that when Jacob returns, he will enjoy the cats. The cats have seen us in our wolf forms, and are not scared. It was about 2 in the morning now, and all I can do is lay with the cats on my chest, hoping Jacob will return soon.

Its hard to think that I have not masturbated or had any sex since Jacob left. The feeling has me ready to burst at almost any moment. I hope he returns soon, because I feel wrong pleasuring myself when I can't pleasure him as well.

Jacob's P.O.V.

Monday

The alarm had gone off for the third time this morning. The clock had red numbers reading 9:45, begging me to get a guest was extremely beneficial. I hardly had to do anything for myself. There was always at least one of the young wolves there, most of the time they had a girl with them that would cook something mouth watering for me, or they would let me put my head in their lap and run their fingers through my hair. The sad thing is that they were just substitutes for Sam. I was beginning to really miss my man. Today some guy named Eric Yorkie was with me, and his girlfriend Savannah. All I could do was watch T.V. and mope around with a fake smile on my face. The males in the pack all enjoyed touching my belly. It didn't really look any different from a normal belly I guess. It was just big, no stretch marks or anything. Sometimes, the babies would give them signs of life. The days would be torture if this kept up, not having my children that is. But the time would soon come, I can feel it.

Tuesday

Today will be tiring. I just want to eat, and eat, and eat. But Jon and Lance have plans to take me to the play that is about to begin in a few hours. Some Broadway production of a tiny child's play called 'Skippy John Jones'. I did not complain because it was something to do. Jon dressed me up in some comfortable attire that looked somewhat formal, while Lance picked out some semi-formal things for himself and Jon. I just sat there and watched the two men undress. Lance quickly slipped on a black and grey striped shirt, skinny jeans, and finished with a fancy Letterman. The sleeves were white leather, which he explained to be for his local R.O.T.C. unit. He ended up not joining the army after he shifted. Lance had to make it awkward. He was staring at Jon and busted out laughing, "Hey, dude. I saw IT wiggle." he finished in a quiet giggle and an pointed finger. Jon replied by slowly and seductively pulled his pin-stripped pants from his ankles. While he was completely bent over, I did my loudest wolf whistle, seconds later Lance smacked him on his plump ass, causing it to quite literally giggle like jello. After all of the joking was done, Jon ended up with a sore butt cheek, a 'kiss to make it better' from me. I was not too sure that they were playing anymore about being gay.

Wednesday

The guys took me to the local bar in the late afternoon, Cindy's. The place was a bar and pool hall, full of red necks that don't know anything. They sounded as dumb as they looked. The huge u shaped bar provided me with a constant person to talk to, bartenders were commonly nice to me. The boys went to play pool, leaving me on my own at the bar. The bar was tall enough for my stomach to diss-appear under, leaving me looking like a skinny innocent girl (with long hair) at a bar alone. Some sports game was on in the back ground while bar tender made me some exotic drink called an 'after glow'. The team I didn't like scored. I didn't know who the teams was, I just judged on their uniform. One team was wearing a lemon-chiffon and mauve swathed uniform. That team had some hot dudes on it. My pleasant day dreaming about the guy in the 22 uniform was interpreted. Some drunk bastard stumbled to me, spewing odd vulgarities and derogatory slurs, most of the words consisting of the phrase 'yer momma!' He was obviously not talking to me, but he was clearly offending most of the people near me. The guy had to sit right next to me. He looked longingly at me before reaching over, tucking my hair behind my ear and whispering something that would make even the sluttiest woman cringe. Something about the bartenders face told me that she knew who the man was, and could do almost nothing about the nuance. I returned the look with an added danger in my eyes. Turning to the man, my hand cut the air, surprisingly being caught by the wrist before hitting the scum in the face. Shit got real (GURL), and I felt threatened, so I warned the man "My fiance is over there plating pool, don't make me call him. Just leave me be." Slowly, the disgusting man moved my hand to his erection. My drink was knocked off of the bar, shattering the no doubt cheep glass the cup was made of.

The guys looked up at me from their game, and I quickly called "Lance! Get this pervert off of me!" I was surprised by his speed, with in about 3 seconds he was there with me. The beer he had in hand was busted over the counter in a threatening manner like a stupid movie scene. Lance lifted the man onto the bar, sliding him by his collar to the end and taking one of the near by fountain hoses and squirting some mixture of liquids on the mans face. Pleased with his work on the unconscious man, he returned to me with a big smile on his face, hugging me tightly. I buried my face in his arm, making people believe we were fiances by looking into my ring and lightly thanking the lord that it was still intact. We soon left, returning to the house. I wanted to sleep with Lance tonight, not sexually though.

Thursday

Tate had planned to take me to the park today. People here must only see what they want to, because everyone told us about how happy they were for us or some stupid insincere remark. Everyone saw the ring, the belly, the long hair, and the man I was with... They made judgements from something they knew nothing about. Tate probably intended well, but the crowds were starting to make me antsy. I was about to pull out my junk at the park to the next person that said I am a cute 'prize' when Tate took me down a secluded path to the water. I splashed down, letting the shivers run through my body until I enjoyed the pace of the water on my bump. Tate laid two beach towels out for us to lay on when we were ready to get out of the water.

I loved the water, sometimes I think I just miss all of the rain that was usual in Forks. It was so dry in Texas. My body did not adjust to the weather difference in the states. So water was almost necessary for me to be in. The air here in Texas is so hot and dry, the transition would take a long time to happen, and I don't have that time. With each day passing, I know that I can go into my birthing process. I am sure now that I have four. I need to call Sam. The water running over my full tummy was starting to feel extremely warm. The boys must have had enough. Tate is only a few feet away, and offers to help me out. The first thing I notice is that my belly button is poking out. That's not good. "We need to get ready to get me home, i'm going to birth soon." Tate nodded, and walked a few feet away, getting on his phone to talk to Zeke. When he was far enough away for my comfort, I began to dig through my bag, Snacks? No. Change of cloths? No. Sunscreen? No. Phone! YES! The phone had all of my contacts in it, and it was about time to call my first speed dial. The phone rang and rang and rang, with no answer. The machine picked up with my old voice saying 'It's the Black-Uley house! Please leave a message and one of us will call you back.' The fool has not changed it after I asked him for months. Well the beep sounded, and it was my time to talk. "I'm coming home. Find a place for me to have the children. Oh, and sam, There is more than 2." The phone was hung up as soon as I was done. It was time to leave.