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"Ok, that's it!"

"What?"

"We're going to Carlisle."

"Why?"

"Youve been sick for weeks now. This isnt healthy. We gotta see Carlisle."

A week later and my flu was literally driving me to insanity. I was too stubborn to go to the doctor cus I was kinda scared of Dr. Dracula and his coven of leeches.

"Jacob, Im fi-"

"Dont say fine cus you're not fine."

"But I am."

He looked at my worn out complexion and shook his head. "No, you're not. Look at you. You're too sick to even talk."

I blinked at him.

"No way this is stomach flu," he was pacing in front of me. "Im worried. Your mom is worried. Baby Doll is worried. The pack is worried. You're not yourself and I dont like it."

Jacob was growing annoyed as well as he picked up on my odd behavior. I couldnt help that I was sick all the time! I mean fuck! Why couldnt he just stop riding my nerves about it? So, I didnt wanna go to the doctor. Big whoop! Half the kids across America didnt wanna go to the doctors!

"Im fine, alright? Im just a little tired, ok? Look I'll take a nap and be good as new."

He didnt look convinced. He crouched before me and his fingers snaked through my black hair. He looked hurt and kind of confused.

"I dont feel right leaving for work knowing you're sick."

His rough hands fondled my knee and up my thigh, inspecting me out as if to make sure I was ok.

"Sick is for people who have a mental disability or demented leg. I'm not sick. Im just a little-" I couldnt even think of the word. I wasnt sick. I was just a little unhealthy. Sick...I hated that word. Having nausea, fatigue, unbelievably sore breasts and such didnt mean I was sick.

God, I was a fucking idiot. I wasnt sick.

When the only logical conclusion came to mind, Jacob's eyes dropped a little and kissed my cheek. "Promise me you'll at least go somewhere today."

"You taking Baby Doll to work today?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Fine, Ill go to First Beach or something. Will that make you happy?"

He stood back up and towered over me. "Just call me if you get sick again. I'll come home to take care of you, ok?"

"Just as long as you feed the kid this time, ok?"

"Oh my goodness! That was one time!"

I chuckled at him and stood to meet his eyes. "I'll be fine. Dont worry about me."

"Im always gonna worry, Leah."

His breath was sweet on my face as he exhaled, distressed. He rubbed his nose against mine, nudging it. I gave him a nudge back as if we were two animals in the wild showing affection.

"Que quowle," he whispered and pressed his forehead to mine.

"I will. I promise." I responded and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.

Jacob's warm and loving lips planted softly on mine for a second before Baby Doll's childish like cheering erupted into the room, startling us both.

"Daddy, Im ready to go!" She was singing and hugged his leg. Jacob looked down at his hyper child and back at me.

"Isnt there something you wanna say to Mommy?"

Baby Doll's eyes switched over to me and she rushed to wrap her arms around my leg. She buried her face in my thigh and swung back and forth, her grip very strong.

"Feel better, mommy." she said simply before reaching up for a kiss. I bent down and granted her one.

"Ok, I will. Have fun with Daddy today, Baby Doll."

"I will," she grinned and kissed me again.

When they left, I began to pace frantically. I could take a test to be perfectly sure but I didnt want to go behind Jacob's back and have him find out by seeing the test in the trash.

Or I could be straight up honest and just tell him. Then again, I wasnt one hundred percent sure even though this little nerve in me told me I was. What if he didnt like the news? What if he didnt want more Baby Dolls and Jacob Jr.'s running around? He had promised me a litter of pups but did he mean it or was he just saying it in the heat of the moment?

I sighed and sat on my bed, praying to God it was what I thought it was and not a sickness. How was I supposed to react to this if I actually was pregnant? I never ovulated due to the wolf gene and Baby Doll was still a shock even after six years.

My hair clung to my face and I pushed it back only to feel hot tears pouring out of my eyes. Baffled, I wiped them away and wondered as to what there was to cry about.

Jacob POV

Uneasy.

That's how I felt being here in the shop and not at home, taking care of my girl.

Baby Doll, sitting in the trunk of a pick up, scribbled around in her notebook, humming a familiar tune to the radio that was blasting.

I smiled a little and kinda got distracted.

"Hey, Black! Get back to work!" My boss, Royce yelled from across the garage. I rolled my eyes and Baby Doll giggled.

"You keep getting distracted," she noted and continued to draw. She erased something and continued her drawing.

"You distract me," I told her and popped the hood. She inspected her finished product and held it up for me to see.

Intricately and neatly drawn, the paper displayed an image of me and Leah, holding each other in a tight hug. The background was a body of roses and other flowers being drifted off in the wind, while a bright and happy sun shined down on us. It was quite good for a child Baby Doll's age to draw. I was impressed.

"Nice," I complimented her and she blushed. "Is that for me?"

"Sure," she exclaimed and ripped the page out of her notepad. She gave it to me and after marveling over it again, I folded it neatly and put in in my back pocket.

I went back to work on the hood but not for long. I kept seeing Leah in all her sick glory popping up back into my mind. I tried to block the images out. It only felt worse to know that I was here and not home, taking care of her. Baby Doll was growing worried as well.

But to stay optimistic, I thought about the possible good things that could be happening to her. What if she wasnt sick?

Not sick but...pregnant?

I played around with the thought for a moment. Leah couldnt get pregnant. She didnt ovulate. Baby Doll's humming volume increased and I shook my head. Obviously she could.

What if Leah was pregnant? We didnt bother wearing a condom cus we were still dumbly informed and convinced she couldnt have kids.

I tapped my wrench and imagined.

Leah...pregnant. With my second child?

Hmmm, it didnt sound like a bad idea. I'd enjoy more little pups of mine to run around.

Then again, that was just a fantasy. For some reason it made me feel better enough to finish up the job at hand.

After a few minutes of just listening to the car radio, Baby Doll finished up another pretty picture and showed me. I saved that one for later and asked her a question.

"Baby Doll, what do you think of having a little brother or sister?"

Her face scrunched up in annoyance. "I kinda like being an only child."

"You like the attention?"

She nodded and went onto another drawing. At least she's honest.

"You wouldnt want a little one running around looking up to you as a big sister?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Not really."

Interesting to hear. I tightened a bolt.

"Who do you look up to?" I asked.

She didnt even have to think about it. "Mommy."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She's pretty and smart and funny. She makes really good pancakes and she tucks me in at night. Im getting a little scared. She's been really sick lately," she drew slower and a grimace crossed her features.

I knew she'd notice soon enough. "Mommy's gonna be alright."

"But what if she's not? What if something happens to her? She's been sick for weeks-"

I stopped her there. "She'll be fine, Baby Doll. I promise."

"You promise?" she whined innocently. Those huge, doe, green-ish eyes were easy to melt into and they were the kind of eyes you couldnt lie to. Like you looked straight into them and you instantly went weak and couldnt resist the urge to just try and make her feel better. If I ever saw tears fall from these eyes, Id immediately wipe them away and comfort her till the crying stopped.

She extended her pinkie and I looped it with my own then pulled. "I promise."

Even if Leah werent preggers, Id still marry her anyway. Baby Doll wanted it. I wanted it. It was only a matter of time till I bought a ring and made my proposal. I mean it was the only smart thing to do in our situation. We had a child together and who knows maybe another on the way?

I brushed it off. You know what, maybe it was just the stomach flu? Something she ate or drank mustve gotten her a tad ill and it was just about to pass over. I was worrying for nothing.

Leah hasnt called yet so obviously she was fine.

Baby Doll showed me her third fantastic drawing and before I knew it, it was two something. Quittin' time.

"Hungry?" I asked her when I wiped my hands of some grease.

She packed up her notepad and nodded. "Can I get a grown up meal from Mickey D's this time?"

"How old are you?" I teased. She rolled her light colored eyes and moved her bangs out of her face. "Six going on sixteen."

She was cute but she was also a smart alack. Like mother, like daughter.

"Honey, Im home!" I yelled suavely into the house and waited for Leah to round the corner of the steps. My nerves were alive when she did and she bent down to kiss our daughter.

"There's my working girl. How was work with daddy today?"

"Fine. I drew you a picture." She dug into my pocket and pulled out her first potrait. Leah gasped in amazement when she saw it.

"You drew this?" she asked. Baby Doll nodded. Mouth a gap, I eyed Baby Doll.

"I thought you said I could have it," I grumbled childishly and Baby Doll squeezed gave me the same look Leah gave me when I was acting childish. That famous eyebrow arch that drove me, Seth and the rest of the pack crazy.

She hugged her and thanked her then placed the drawing into her pocket. I was truly offended.

"What'd you eat?" Leah questioned.

"Mickey D's!" she nearly sang it to the hills and showed off her faulty kid's meal toy. Leah gave me the look again and I blushed.

"Baby Doll, why dont you go and hang that picture up in Mommy's room okay?" She handed the picture back to her and off my child went, skipping up the stairs.

"You know what Mickey D's does to her," she pinched my stomach and I groaned yet somehow smile when I felt her joking tone.

"Sure, sure. Kiss me," I pursed my lips and she pecked me.

Nice to see she was feeling better.

"But seriously though, if she starts running around, high off of all that salt, she's your problem."

"I'll take that risk. Kiss me again."

And she did. This time I felt she was healthier. And stronger. This was the Leah I knew.

Somewhere on the other side of town...

That...bitch.

I used to fear her and sympathize for her.

But now...I hated her. With a furious burning passion you could only imagine and dream about. I know hate was a strong word to use but there was no other adjective to describe the animosity and resentment and downright disgust I felt for her.

She left for six years. Jacob was a mess. I had never seen him so...broken before. Edward had told me about Jacob's thoughts of dying and growing old without finding another just like her. He was an absolute wreck of nerves and emotions. I saw him cry for the first time.

And just to show my respect, I came to her fucking funeral just for Jacob. Her "death" was a shock to me but when I found out of her return, I was mad as hell.

So mad that a fury of anger entered me and I killed off about twenty mountain lions that day, not cus I was thirsty but because I had to let my anger out on something.

She leaves for six years and as if it werent icy on the fucking cake, she brought back a child who I was almost one hundred percent sure wasnt Jacob's. Ive seen the child once and there was a resemblance but something gnawing inside me told me that Leah was putting off some type of trick. It was the perfect plan.

Leave for six years with the worry of not being accepted back into the arms of the one you love. It only made perfect sense that she bring back a child, claim the thing was Jacob's just so he'd have no choice but to take her back.

She trapped him. She's the fucking reason why Jacob rejected his imprint with Renesmee!

Oh, I could just sink my teeth deep into her copper flesh and just paralyze her so that she couldnt phase or call out for help. Instead of just snapping her neck, I'd make it slow and painful so she'd beg for me to put her out of her suffering and just finish her off!

The venom rolled around between my tongue and teeth.

I could set up the perfect murder without ever being caught. If I only had the balls. Her return seemed to make Jacob happy but he was never around anymore. Renesmee was miserable with Nahuel even though he was trying to make them work.

I ran my icy, manicured fingers along the just sharpened knife as I examined it. I grinned down at it as if it were my best friend. My reflection was flawless.

My gums hardened along with my white teeth as I flung the weapon across the kitchen, a roar of It shattered to pieces on the marble tiles and the shears went in all different directions. I was losing it.

If I didnt get this girl soon, the insane odium would kill me and my hard soul.

A/N I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA IN THE HISTORY OF IDEAS...sorta. Okay, so you guys know my other story 'Jealousy Is A Deadly Weapon?' Yeah, it's been up for months and I just dont know what to do with it...until now! So in some which way of another, Im going to put that story and merge it into this one! Cus both involve hate and jealousy and anger and marriage so why write the same story twice when I can just put the original idea of J.I.A.D.W to this story! Some details might change but the idea is still the same...

So um yeah...everyone wish Carlos Pena Jr. a happy 22cd birthday cus he's awesome and such! Haha, I haven't updated in a while cus Twitter had grown on me like a frickin' STD. Read & review, I'm gonna go tweet now...