Chapter Four

I was fighting a losing battle with my eyelids. Jacob and I had been driving for well over five hours now towards the airport in Colorado. Jacob had driven the entire way, and the only thing keeping me at least half-way awake was his little nudges he did as we held hands. I didn't want to fall asleep and leave Jacob alone. Finally Jacob gently told me to go to sleep and that we would be there soon enough. He didn't have to tell me twice. I laid my head back and slipped into unconsciousness quickly.

***

I flinched when I heard the loud voice of the pilot. I blinked hard a couple times to fully wake up. Apparently we were on our flight to Florida. How had I gotten on here though? Still confused, I called for Jacob. He walked quickly down the isle of the plane and worriedly answered, "Yeah Nessie?"

"I just didn't know where you were. Or where I was for that matter. How did I get on here without even waking up?" I was so puzzled.

"Nessie you're as light as a feather so I just slung you on my back and carried you, and rolled our suitcase behind." He smiled as if he were proud.

"Didn't people stare?" Oh Lord. I wonder what people were thinking.

Jacob chortled, "Nessie, honestly, do you think I care what people think?" He had a point there. He was the only person I knew who didn't mind to run around with just pants on. Not that that was a bad thing…

"So where are we?" I gazed out the window. It was so beautiful. The clouds looked like a blanket of snow highlighted by the moon. I absolutely loved it. I had never been outside of Forks besides to La Push. My parents didn't want one thing to happen to their "precious child."

"We're flying over Kansas I think," He was scanning a map as he answered.

"Oh. So how much longer 'till we get there?" Truth be told, I couldn't wait to get to that beach house.

"Um probably another two or three hours. You can go back to sleep if you want." I probably looked really tired with bags under my eyes accompanied with wild hair, but I felt okay.

"Nah, I think I'm fine. Do you mind if I read? Will you feel all left out?" Talking probably wasn't the best idea since everybody on the plane was sleeping except us and the pilots.

"No, you read. Do whatever you want. It wont bother me a bit." He was completely love-struck. And I had to say, I felt privileged he was in love with me.

So I read a classic novel with a murder-mystery theme. The entire time I read, Jacob played with my hair and read along. He laid his head on my shoulder and probably fell asleep too. I finished five chapters when Jacob snored loudly. I jumped a little, then I giggled to myself. I laid my head on his and let out a big yawn. Maybe I was a little sleepy…

***

Yet again, big-mouth pilot woke me up with his speech about how we were landing and when to take off our seatbelts and a bunch of other useless information. I noticed Jacob was still sleeping soundly.

"Jacob. Jacob, time to get up. Our beach house is waiting. C'mon," I was giving him little pushes to wake him. Finally he aroused. The plane landed on the runway and I coached Jacob to get up because we had to get our things. He mumbled stupidly to himself and grabbed all of our suitcases. From there, we proceeded down the isle and followed the line off the jet.

I inhaled a big gulp of fresh air when we got outdoors. Being cramped on a plane and in a car really isn't good for the muscles. Even half-vampire muscles. Jacob came to my side lugging all of our bags.

"So, you know where this place is?" I sure didn't know where we were going. Dad and Mom gave him the directions, not me.

"I sure do." He was more awake now. It was still pitch black outside. I wondered what time it was. I pulled my cell phone out and checked. It read three a.m.

"How long does it take to get there from here?" I wondered if it would still be dark when we got there…

"Only about fifteen minutes," Jacob answered, smiling. He obviously understood.

We got in the taxi cab that would take us to our vacation home. I studied our surroundings as we zoomed past them. I saw the pretty beach at night, closed stores, palm trees, and all the other beach-like things. Finally we reached the house. We were far away from the city, alone on the beach. I paid the driver while Jacob got our bags once more. The driver drove away, leaving us alone with our little house.

"Well, Mrs. Black, shall we go inspect the house?"

"We shall!" And he swept me up and carried me inside.

The house was small, but comfy. It had a moderately sized living room and kitchen, a fairly decent bathroom, and a bedroom in the back. Once we checked out the entire house, Jacob tossed me onto the bed in the bedroom.

"Stay," he ordered. He walked out of the bedroom and returned with our luggage. He laid them in the corner on a desk. Then he turned to face me. He slowly walked to the bed and got on. He crawled up to me and began kissing me. One thing led to the next and well…