A/N: Here we are at chapter two. Thanks y'all for reading - I appreciate it greatly :)

Just a warning with this chapter, it does contain some naughty times between Jacob and Bella. If you are not a fan of Jacob or find this uncomfortable, please feel free to skip this part - the beginning of this section will be underlined. I feel I may have scarred sherryola something terrible - I'm SO sorry!

Chapter 2: Raging Hormones

I looked at myself in the long, free-standing mirror one last time. I marvelled at the way the stretchy fabric of the finely-woven camel dress pulled over my bump. It was a pretty dress. Simple, by pretty all the same. Its soft brown colour perfectly accentuated the pale skin of my legs and exposed décolletage. I had paired it with very low, deep red velvet heels that beautifully matched the brown and red beads that hung from my neck. I swept my curled hair over one shoulder and my outfit was complete. The outfit that would introduce me as Bella Black, Landscape Designer.

For tonight was Forks High School Class of 2006 Reunion. I couldn't wait to get there. Not. A reunion meant a party. Dancing... too much like prom. But I was determined to go. I had a weird urge to show off my swollen stomach, my sparkling left hand and my flashy business card. I was twenty-five and my life was set. That girl that was average all the way through school had turned out to have a pretty kick ass life. Though I did wonder what some people would say – Jessica, Lauren, Tyler... when they found out my new husband was two years my junior. Not that I cared – he was my life now.

"Jake, is the taxi here yet?" I called to him as I ran my fingers through my hair for what I promised myself would be the final time.

"Just got here, but whoa!" Jacob came into the room and eyed me carefully. "I've got a mind not to let you go."

I laughed and forced my hands away from my hair. If it wasn't right now it would never be.

"You sure I can't come?" he asked, walking over to me and pulling me against him.

"No, it would be... wrong. Like, crashing a party or something," I stuttered. Because, in truth? I would love for Jake to come. To have him with me all night – it's why I married him, so he would never leave my side again. But, rules were rules; Forks High School students only.

"Alright," he agreed begrudgingly. "But, I know it's just because you want to keep me away from the pale faces."

He winked and I snorted a laugh.

"Yeah. That's what it is."

I hit him playfully on the arm and he squeezed me tighter to him to kiss me. He lips were hot and soft and I felt my hands creep to his short, black hair. The cab driver honked his horn impatiently outside and I pulled away with a sigh. He ran a hand through my hair, dislodging it from my shoulder.

"Hurry back to me."

"Always do."

Then, I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.

XXX

Forks High School looked exactly the same. True, the coving had been repainted a vibrant green and a new metal fence had been erected but apart from that it felt like I was seventeen again. All I would need now was my ancient Chevy and the picture would be perfect.

But, I wasn't seventeen and the Chevy died years ago. As I remembered this a swarm of butterflies filled my stomach and nerves set in. As the taxi driver drove through the familiar car park it was panic that shook me. I actually had to do this now. Meet people I had long said goodbye to; chat and schmooze and exhume success. All without embarrassing myself in some other way. It was going to be impossible.

I paid the driver the extortionate fee and wriggled myself and my hefty paunch from the car. I quickly pulled at the hem of my dress. Maybe it was a little too revealing… Just as I was contemplating calling my taxi again and getting my sorry ass back home, I heard a loud gasp from behind me.

"Oh my God! Bella?"

I stiffened and slowly turned on my heels to face the direction the voice had come from. Immediately, a camera flashed in my face and I blinked a few times as the bright light blinded me.

"Okay."

"Look at you! I don't believe it!" the voice carried on, oblivious of my discomfort. The voice was familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Like that face in photos that you never quite remember…I held my stomach reflexively as I swayed on my feet slightly, waiting for the camera's flash to disappear from my eyes.

When it did I was greeted with a sight that brought an instant smile to my face. In front of me was a pair of excited, dark eyes shielded by cute, black-rimmed glasses. The glossy, black frames blended seamlessly with the woman's sleek, black bob.

"Angela?" I marvelled. I wasn't quite sure how I was supposed to greet people I hadn't seen for six years, so I just stood gawping at her mindlessly.

"Oooooooh!" she screeched in a high pitch squeal. Then she threw her arms wide and flung them around me, screeching all the time. She held me tight against her, surprisingly strong for someone so slight. She broke free and giggled some more. Our embrace was short but nice. In truth, I had missed Angela. She had been one of my best friends and it had broken my heart when she moved to New York for college. She was most like me – quiet and mindful – but so much… nicer. She was always there and so, so selfless.

"Come, come, come!" she exclaimed, dragging me into the building suddenly. I gasped as I was jolted forward. Um, hello? Had she taken no notice to the large protrusion in between my hips? I was sure I would be in labour by the end of the evening if she continued to haul me around this way.

"I'll just mark you off on the guest list then we can catch up."

Angela strode off further into the building leaving me stranded in the corridor. While she got her list, I took the time to look around me. God, it was so weird being here. It was sort of like I remembered it but… smaller. This made no sense because I was still the same size as I was when I was eighteen. But, I guess it was because this place wasn't my life anymore. In my senior year my whole world had revolved around these corridors – my friends, my schoolwork, my boyfriend… But now I knew there was so much more to the world. I guess, in some metaphorical way, I had grown a lot since graduation.

I smiled politely at people I vaguely recognised as they walked past me but no one stopped to talk. Mainly they just stared at my belly. Oh come on! I couldn't be the only one with kids! Angela still wasn't back and I contemplated going home for the second time when the staring got too much to bare. I didn't want their attention! Had I lost my mind earlier? But before I could carry the thought further, Angela came round the corner, clipboard in hand. Several clipboards in fact,

"Here we are," she announced, dumping the pile on the sideboard. I walked over to her and marvelled at the paper sheets gripped to them. People's names, cost, contacts, allergies, health and safety, table arrangements, parking permits, caterers…

"You organised this?" I asked, slightly in awe. I would never have though to do anything like this. Maybe I was slightly complacent in my little niche. Or, maybe, it was because I had never had any urge to see any of my high school friends after graduation. Jake, Charlie and my mom were everything to me. For seven years it felt like I had thought of nothing else – I never realised it would be different for anyone else.

"There you are!" Angela exclaimed proudly, failing to answer my question. "Bella Swan."

She marked the paper by my name and I scowled slightly.

"That should be Bella Black," I corrected her.

"I did wonder if you had a diamond to match that belly…" she chided jokingly. I didn't know whether to be pleased or horrified. "Who's this lucky fella then?"

"Jacob," I smiled at the thought of him back at home.

"Didn't he live down at La Push?" she asked. Wow, she had a good memory.

"He lives with me now," I said softly – slyly. Angela laughed and took my arm.

"Oh, I've missed you, Mrs Black!" she emphasised my name and giggled once more. Why did I ever let us drift apart all those years ago? I had missed her too. With Angela clinging to my side suddenly the rest of the evening didn't seem quite so daunting. At least I had someone I could laugh with if embarrassed myself.

"Come on, I've got loads of people to reintroduce you to!" Angela squealed again and tugged at my arm. I took a breath. Nerves fluttered in my belly once more. Then, I was gently patted from the inside, like Baby was comforting me. I smiled and wondered if he could tell I was anxious. It soothed me, knowing there was some here I could depend on tonight.

I let Angela drag me into the main hall. It was dark with a tacky light show from the equally tacky DJ. Probably a former classmate of mine who thought themselves a dab hand at it. There were tables draped in blue and white tablecloths hugging the edge of the room leaving the centre free for a makeshift dance floor. Towering about the tables and tacked to the walls were garlands of blue and yellow balloons, which reminded me vaguely of a giant flower.

"It looks great in here, Ang!" I called to the figure in front of me hoping my voice had travelled past the heavy bomp, bomp, bomp of the music's baseline.

"Thank you!" I heard her call back, though it wasn't without its difficulties. "You wouldn't believe the problems we had with it!"

I was tempted to ask her more and seem interested but I couldn't be bothered to fight with the music so I stayed silent as she dragged me along. Then, we reached the dance floor. I stopped abruptly.

"Oh no, no, no," I insisted trying to pull my arm free. Angela turned to face me. She looked kinda confused by the hold up. I looked pointedly at the dance floor and then raised an eyebrow at her. I watched her face as she realised what the problem was. She laughed at me. Loudly.

"Don't worry, Bella - we're not stopping. We just need to get to the other side."

She laughed once more and I twisted my mouth in annoyance. It wasn't that funny. Beside, just because I wasn't dancing didn't mean I couldn't embarrass myself some other way crossing the smooth, concrete surface. I felt my cheeks burn and I seriously regretted coming. I really, really couldn't risk falling in my condition. Angela just didn't understand. It was a miracle that I had stayed upright for the past eight and a half months. That had been my biggest fear – falling down and killing my baby. I faulted once more as Angela tugged at my arm.

"Come on, Bella!" she insisted as though she was scolding a stubborn child. I took a tiny tentative step. This was going to be slow progress whether Angela liked it or not. Thankfully then, I was saved by a voice behind me.

"Bella?"

"We were just coming to find you, Mike!" Angela projected over my shoulder. Mike? Mike Newton? Wow, I guess I should have expected him to be here. I turned to look at him and started slightly in shock.

High-School-Mike had been relatively short with blonde, gelled hair and child-like, dull features. High-School-Reunion-Mike was totally different. High-School-Reunion-Mike was hot!

First of all, he seemed to have grown several inches in the past seven years and taken up manual labour which had turned his body into a mass of hard metal muscle. His babyish features had turned into something more rugged but had kept their essential boyish gorgeousness. Just the shape of his now chiselled jaw made my mouth drop open slightly. His sand coloured hair was swept of his face in a casual style. It hurt just to look at him.

"Hello, M-mike," I stuttered foolishly. I felt myself blush and bowed my head immediately to hide my flushed face. Mike seemed unaware of my inane stammering, thankfully.

"Look at you!" he gestured at me with a flourish. "Wow. Pregnant! How things have changed, eh?"

"Yeah," I felt myself blush even deeper. The three of us made our way over to a table and Mike held the chair out for me. How kind. I felt a squeeze in my pelvis. God, Bella, get a grip! You're married! Mike cast his eyes over me briefly with a small smile on his lips and the squeeze got harder.

"So, uh, who's the lucky man?"

"Excuse me?"

Panic jolted in my stomach subduing any amorous feelings that may have been lingering there. Could he hear the hammering of my turned-on heart or something? I wouldn't be surprised if he could. It was bouncing around my chest like a bunny on speed.

"Your husband? I'm sorry, it's just you're wearing a wedding band..." Mike trailed off, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. God, that colour made him look fuckable. I bet he turned that colour when he worked out for long periods of time too. What I would give to be his personal trainer. I could certainly think of a few cardio exercises for him to do... Jeesh! I had to get in control of my mind – and my pants.

"Oh right!" I couldn't believe I had thought he meant anything else. "Jacob Black. My husband that is. He used to live down at the reservation."

"Ah, I remember him, I think. Tall guy, right?" Mike asked. It was true that my husband was freakishly tall. When he was sixteen there had been no stopping him. I could've sworn he was taller everything I saw him. Now, he was definitely closer to seven foot than he was to six.

"Yeah, that's him," I laughed. My heart fluttered as I thought of him.

"And there was I hoping it was Tyler," Mike joked. He leant forward on the table conspiratorially. "You two always were the perfect couple. If I'm honest I was a little jealous."

I heard Angela laugh. It was only when she broke my concentration did I realise that I had been unconsciously leaning toward Mike because I straightened up to look at her.

"Really, Mike? No one guessed," she laughed.

"Oh hush, Angela. It's not my fault I fancied Bella!" I felt myself blush once more as I remembered the horrific months that Mike had followed me around for. It had been creepy. It made my skin crawl just to remember. "Who would not be tempted by such a beautiful creation?"

I looked up suddenly to catch his eye. He was staring straight at me with deep intent. His voice had been heavy – layered with multiple meanings – and I felt my breath fly out of me as my heart began pounding again. The corners of his mouth pulled up and I unashamedly bit my lip. Angela missed all this as she cackled to herself so we held each other's gaze for unnecessary amount of time. There was something about his man that made me want him. Badly.

I fidget from inside me made me come to my senses. I dropped my gaze instantly and cleared my throat. It wasn't the man it was the baby. After nine long months my emotions were shot. I didn't want Mike – how could I when I knew what was waiting for me at home?

I got up without a word leaving Mike and Angela alone to chat and made my way to the make shift bar along the back wall. The only reason I had felt the way I had was because of my haywire emotions. If this reunion had been two weeks later I would have had nothing to worry about. If this reunion had been two weeks later I would have been in the delivery room...

I ordered a sparkling water and lost myself in a dream about two weeks time. Everything that surrounded me now seemed futile when I thought of what I would have in just fourteen short days. The family that I had craved for for so long. Nothing could take it away from me. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of half-hearted conversations with old, lost friends as I floated along on cloud nine with thoughts only of Jacob and my little nudger.

XXX

I arrived back at home a little after one in the morning. I had left the reunion at ten knowing how long it would take me to get back to Seattle. I was exhausted but there was one thing I wanted to do before I went to sleep. My run in with Mike Newton had been flitting around in the back of my mind all night and the urges I had wouldn't dissolve.

I slipped my shoes off at the door and padded along in stocking feet to the living room. Jacob was still up watching some flop of a movie. From the pasty skin of the actors on screen I guessed it was about vampires. Urgh, only my husband would be found watching this kind of trash. And he seemed enthralled. He was mesmerised by the screen that filled the darkened room with a flickering blue light. So much so that I couldn't be sure he even knew I was there.

I decided to make my presence known by walking further into the room and sitting on the sofa beside him. I pulled my knees up underneath me and rested my cheek on his shoulder to watch the screen. Instinctively, he lifted his arm and wrapped it tightly around me. I focused on the movie for a minute trying to deduce the story line. It really didn't seem very good. It was vampire crap – I had been right – but there also seemed to be werewolves. It seemed like totally tripe.

After a few minutes I gave up and twisted round in Jacob's arms. I brought my right hand up to touch his cheek and tenderly kissed the opposite one. His eyes stayed glued to the screen oblivious. I kissed him again, trailing my lips down to his strong jaw line and planted numerous light pecks along the length of it.

Still, Jake continued to stare at the TV so I tried another tactic. I removed my hand from his cheek and slowly dragged it down his chest. I let my fingertips trail lower, circling gently around his navel before resting at the top of his baggy jeans. I watched as his eyes flicked away from the screen briefly to my hand. I casually flipped open the top of his fly. Another glance at my hand. I undid the next button. Another glance. I slowly pulled at the zip, the quiet sound of metal being pulled apart finally grabbing his whole attention.

"Bella..."

His voice was almost a whisper. Now his trouser were open I slipped my hand down inside his boxers. He exhaled softly at my touch and he stirred beneath my fingers. I moved my hand up the length of him as he pushed his hips slightly toward me.

He moved suddenly to face me and crushed his lips to mine. His kiss was deep and urgent like he couldn't get close enough to me. I continued to flex and move my curled hand in his pants and he moaned into my mouth. The sound sent electric shocks coursing through my body.

I removed my hand swiftly and began tugging at his jeans. I shimmied them down past his ass and he sent about on my dress. He pulled up his face away from mine and ran his hands up the length of my legs to catch the hem. In one swift movement he pulled it up over my hips. He leant down and planted a kiss on each of my inner thighs. My stomach gave a squeeze as my brain registered the proximity between his mouth and my you-kno.

Then, he rolled my dress up further to expose my swollen belly. He gently covered it with tiny kisses that were softer than butterfly wings. God, this man was killing me. I pushed him away slightly with my knee and heaved myself upright. Then, I grabbed the top of his shirt, flicking open the buttons and placing my lips on his again. I pushed against him, forcing him back and continued to pull apart his top to reveal his smooth, dark chest.

Once all the buttons were undone he pulled his arms free while I yanked my dress the rest of the way over my head. Then, I quickly peeled off my tights and lost the underwear. When I turned back to Jake I realised he had done the same thing. I took a moment to marvel at his lean, beautiful body. He was gorgeous to me – more than anything I could ever wish for. I fervently kissed him once more and he pulled me toward him gently.

Electric shocks flew up my spine as I felt his naked skin against mine. I always reacted like this. Sometime, I forgot to breathe I was so consumed by him. I ached for him now and pushed him back against the sofa to swing my leg over him at the same time to sit astride him. There really was no other way. He couldn't lie on top of me with the bump and, besides, I preferred it this way the whore that I was. Pregnancy sex was difficult but it was achievable.

My breath flew out of me in a quick gust as I felt him between my legs. Hard and hot right where I needed him. Jacob always seemed to feel a few degrees warmer than me, almost hot under my touch. He said it was just my imagination but I knew it was a Jacob thing. I moved my hips automatically around him and he groaned softly. His own hips bucked then too and I leant further into him.

We quickly got into a smooth rhythm, moving with each other fluidly. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge and my breath began to whip out of me in little gasps. Jacob's eyes never left mine as he too gasped and groaned. He brought his hands up as our speed increased and rested them on my belly. My little nudger wriggled joyfully at the attention. In fact, he was going pretty ballistic in there. He obviously liked it when Mommy was happy...

A groan slipped through my lips as Jacob bucked more violently. I could tell he was waiting for me so I leant forward to place my hands on his chest as he continued to caress my stomach. I groaned louder as I approached climax and Jake moaned loudly. The fire escaped from my groin, filling my body with euphoria that Jake and I rode all the way to town. My name spilled from his mouth in an animalistic grunt. I collapsed onto him taking care to mind my tummy, totally exhausted. I curled up to him and he kissed my head softly. I drew tiny circles on his bare chest with my fingertips watching it rise and fall as he panted quickly.

I moved my free hand to my stomach as my nudger squirmed happily. A blissful smile spread across my face and I drifted off to sleep holding onto the two people I loved more than anything.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and much as I enjoyed writing it! I love to play with the humans sometimes and having them all grown up was especially fun!

And, in case I offended anyone, the pregnancy sex is for love. My little family are in love and deserve to express it in a deep, meaningful way :)

Laters loves,

Mel x