A/N I gotta surprise for you guys. I know I shouldnt but I will anyway.

Baby Doll POV

I didnt get much sleep last night.

After my daddy and I got home and had dinner, my parents went straight to their room and ten minutes later, they were yelling and screaming about 'cumming' inside each other.

They told me not to worry about what they're doing but I couldnt help getting distracted by them. Whatever they were doing sounded gross and I promised myself not to ever do that with anybody.

I scratched my head and immediately felt the braids Nessie put in my hair yesterday. I remembered what she told me about how wavy it'd be after wearing them in for one night and my heart thumped.

I jumped out of bed and into the bathroom to face myself in the mirror.

My fingers wouldnt move fast enough through my long curls and I was actually growing impatient. I got the first braid out and gasped when I saw how crinkly and waved it was. She was right! It did look just like her's!

My excitement switched over to the other one and not before long, my hair was free. I whipped it once to fade out the part down the middle so the waves would blend as one.

I looked prettier than I ever had before. If only those kids at my old school could see me now. They'd be so jealous.

I heard some giggles from down the hall and I guessed that my parents were awake.

Still being very tired, I climbed back into bed and fell straight back to sleep.

His face was beautiful.

The way it twisted and changed whenever he was mad or happy. His broad smile that brought it's own special glow to his face and made me melt. How every little muscle moved around to make a frown or a smirk or to stick his tongue out. Even when he was at his worst, crying and begging for forgiveness, he was absolutely gorgeous.

So you could imagine my delight when my eyes gradually opened and saw Jacob lying on his back, naked, staring at me with a deferential and amazed look on his face. His fingers were making a loop in the curled black locks that crept over my face overnight.

"Wh-what are ya doing here?" the words slurred out of my mouth along with some morning breath. He didnt really care, for he smiled anyway and kissed my nose. By the looks of the white light of the sun and windows behind me, it was a little after seven, which was the time he was usually on his way to the garage.

He licked his lips and I went weak even before he answered.

"I realized I was being stupid yesterday about you going to California and I shouldnt be a little bitch about you just doing your job. You're my baby and I cant stand to have you away from me, especially when youre pregnant."

When he said that, his heated hands caressed over my baby bump and he sighed in admiration.

"And I'd really like to see how California is. I wanna see you work your magic." He grinned and pulled my tiny body closer, giving us both the warmth of the other, not including the 108.9 degrees we already possessed.

My smile was so wide, it couldve broke the skin of my cheeks. "Ok," I ran my lips along his jaw and kissed his ear lobe.

"What time is it?" I asked him. "We have to be there by noon."

"Seven-fifty. We should get ready," he yawned and stretched as I begin to sit straight up and run my hands through my hair.

Then it hit me.

"Hey, you didnt tell Baby Doll anything, did you?"

He wiped his face. "No, I thought you wouldve."

I rolled my eyes and climbed out of my comfortable spot in bed. "Great. Now I gotta deal with that." The images of her fiery tantrum consisting of stomping, eye rolling, insubordinate behavior and that Godawful way she crosses her fucking arms flashed through my brain and I sighed.

Only more disappointment for my daughter.

I was beginning to believe that's what she was expected of me.

Before I really began to dwell on the thought, Jacob noticed and smiled for the both of us. "Dont worry about the little one, alright? I'll handle it."

I didnt want Jacob to sympathize with me whenever something happened with our daughter. I didnt want him to feel like he had to "handle" anything when Baby Doll was upset. She was my daughter before she was his!

Before I could get too upset about the subject, I went straight to the bathroom where I peed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and showered. The hot water felt good and made my body go a little numb in a relaxing way.

When I stepped out the shower, the message written on the fogged mirror was dripping down into the sink and staining the mirror itself. It was only nine-something and I was already certain this day was going to be perfect.

i like u...ur cute ;)

Jacob's slopping print was a tough read but the message was clear. Hey, I was cute.

I wiped it right after taking a picture to show my mom later and plugging in my hair dryer. The rest of the morning went swimmingly until Jacob broke the news to our daughter which was at about eight-thirty. Of course, she threw a fit and at one point, there was a silence which I assumed was Jacob disciplining her.

Then it occured to me that Jacob was oblivious to the fact that she was six and not two and should stop treating her as if she were an actually baby doll and it'd be a worldwide tragedy that she didnt get what she wanted. Oh, blow me; what a crock of shit. Those were my worries when they first met. It's been a while and it would be glorious the day he actually put her in line and quit spoiling her.

Her tiny laugh was too cheerful to have just been yelled at so as always, Jacob fed her what she wanted to hear.

When every strand was crinkle free and dry, I put it up in a neat pony tail and checked the time. We were gonna make it in time.

After dressing myself and searching for the keys to the house in California, I grabbed mine and Baby Doll's passports.

Well...this should be fun.

Jacob was uneasy with being thousands of miles up in the air.

He was shaky and clutched my hands as tightly as I'd allow and to be completely honest, Baby Doll was doing better than he was.

He was trying to sleep but his eyes kept popping open to peak out the window, which even made him squeeze my hand tighter. I insisted he let me sit at the window but he swore he could take it.

"It's not being in the air that I'm afraid of. It's plummeting to Earth and facing my death is what scares me," were his words to be exact.

I swore he had nothing to worry about but he didnt truly believe me till the plane's wheels met the tar of the runway. He was able to breathe again and the blood circulation returned to my fingers.

After finding the car I left here almost a month and a half ago, we made it back to the old house by ten-thirty.

The house was cold; freezing almost so I turned on the heat to bring back some sort of comfort.

Jacob strayed at the doorway awkwardly and looked around, hands deep in his pockets. His puppy dog, forever young face was showing as he inspected his new surroundings like the new kid in school.

Baby Doll, as if it were her natural instincts, went straight to the living room and turned on the television. Lucky for me, Spongebob wasnt on and she was "forced" to watch something else.

My hand looped around Jacob's as he took baby steps into the house that was once my own.

For a second, I felt bad about dragging him here. How was he going to adjust for the next few hours? He was going to stick out like a sore thumb today at the shoot and who knows how raunchy this one could be? Mila didnt elaborate on the photo shoot concept so I was going to be just as surprised as he was. I reminded myself to call her.

He flashed me a look that told me not to worry about him and even after he sat on the expensive couch with perfect yet nervous posture, I could just tell he was going nuts on the inside. Just so I wouldnt have to stare at him, I went upstairs to prepare myself for today's shoot.

California was going to fix him, I just knew it. A headache began to develop just thinking about it as I packed my duffell with my usual modeling essential such as flats shoes just in my case my heels began to hurt my feet.

I didnt wanna force this lifestyle on him considering he was so used to the woods, and the beach being right next door, and wide open space and grass and places to take a walk and-

"Um, Leah?"

My eyes shot up to the doorway where he leaned on the threshold, sullen splattered across his face.

"Yes?"

"How much longer do we have to stay?"

I shrugged. "Depending on how long the photoshoot takes."

He nodded and tried to find some other ground to stand on with this conversation.

Unintentionally, I pitied him. I got from off the floor to meet the tall man at eye level, as if to see things through his perspective.

The tips of my nails slowly stroked his face, scratching at the little scruffs of hair that were growing in from his beard. His chocolate brown eyes gradually met mine, inspecting the ground to my and everything in between. We spoke without words or voice.

Im sorry, I begged for forgiveness.

Dont be, he replied.

He leaned down to my height and without ever trying, found my lips that were anxious and ready. His tongue stayed in his mouth but his hands roamed.

"I cant," I stopped him. He bit his lip in embarrassment.

"I dont wanna start and then have to leave for the shoot. It wont be fair," I continued, yet went against my words when I let him pick me up and lay me on the unmade bed that hadnt been slept in for weeks.

"Unfair to who? Us or them?" he asked. "Just let me...make love..to...you...before we leave..." he whined and moaned as my body went weak and numb in his hands. I had to fight him because if I didnt, he'd get his way and make me late.

"Jacob, Im gonna be late," my voice slurred.

He shrugged his shoulders and kissed me more anyway. Rolling my eyes and pretending I didnt like it, I growled at him and equipped myself for negotiation.

"Jacob, I'll make you a deal."

His fingers found their way to my core and I bit my lip to keep my moan and letting him now I enjoyed it.

"What's the deal?" he gasped between kisses.

"How bout you and Baby Doll stay here and when we get back to La Push, I'll let you do anything you want with me."

He stopped abruptly and met my eyes. I put a satisfying argument to the table and I could tell by the wild look in his eyes that he was prepared to debate with the terms and conditions.

"Anything?" He whispered to me.

I nodded. "Anything."

He dipped his head lower to eye me carefully. "Anything?"

"Anything. You're being beyond cool about taking the trip here and I wanna make it up to you."

He snickered and nudged our noses together. "It's my job to be here for you. Of course I took the trip."

"So do you not wanna take the deal?"

His eyes widened and a mischievous smirk crossed his face. "Oh, Im gonna take the deal. But I have some rules ."

"Of course you do."

"You wear that little black outfit you know that drives me insane," he began.

"Uh, huh."

"We watch Spongebob," he continued. I rolled my eyes and cringed. Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?

"And you let me video tape whatever events that occur," he finished off then nudged our noses again.

I nodded showing I understood but with complete disagreement and regret.

"A deal's a deal." He got into a doggy position over top of me and rubbed our foreheads. I nipped his lips.

"OK...A deal's a deal," I replied knowing that tonight's events werent going to go my way at all. I also knew that this would possibly one of my best nights of my life.

Seth's POV

My mother-loved the women to death-got on my fucking nerves. Like the type of nerves that triggered and led to anger which led to phasing which led to me going on a walk-more like a sprint-through the forest to clear my head.

This argument was about none other than Jacob and Leah again who always seemed to get wormed into every conversation me and my mother have.

Of course everyone on the res was aware that Leah was with child once again and the only person who couldnt seem to at least act happy for them was Sue.

Ma knows best about most things but this time I think she was just wrong. I didnt see the harm in them having a second child, I mean, fuck! They were grown ass people who could make their own decisions for themselves and their daughter. They were fine and Sue's constant worry for them was unnecessary.

I get that she was just trying to look out for them but Jacob isnt the same Jacob Black he was six years ago and neither is Leah. They've matured.

Sue also says that I should mature more. She never fails to compare me to Jacob when I make a mistake. Every five minutes it seemed like a Jacob or Leah alert went off in her head to signal her to worry or pity them.

I know she was just trying to protect them but from what? They seemed to be perfectly fine on their own and content with-

Bam!

My body was flung to the ground, opposite the force that interrupted my stride. My head collided with a tree or something because it was throbbing and most likely bleeding. My vision blurred for a few seconds but returned and my surroundings were clearer.

My balance wasnt trustworthy cus I swayed a few times before my legs wobbled and failed from under me. My skin met the rough surface of twigs, leaves and dirt. I mustve hit that tree hard.

"Oh my goodness! Seth, Im sorry!" The women's apology rang through the empty forest and I felled compelled to try and play it cool and say, "Dont worry about it," but right now, the wind was knocked out of me. My voice was lost.

The chilly fingers soothed my possibly contorted back and I relaxed a little when I realized the touch was trying to help me.

"Im extremely sorry, Seth. Are you alright?" her voice was familiar but I really couldnt tell who was speaking to me.

"Yeah, um...Im fine."

That is if you call a high probability of having multiple broken bones fine then yeah, I was in perfect condition.

"Um, Im gonna take you to Carlisle, alright? He'll, ugh...fix you." The women reassured me of things I werent aware of and her voice rang clear in my bleeding ears. Where was the wolf healing when you need it?

My body felt as if it were being lifted and it most likely was. I really couldn't tell due to the fact that I was fading in and out of consciousness. My body took a hard blow.

White light beat down on my face and I muttered to the heavens my welcome.

"You're not gonna die," the girl whispered with a hint of amusement in her tone. I wouldve smiled if my face muscles werent aching.

The last thing I remember before completely losing it was that whoever was carrying me smelled really pretty. Like fruity and natural as if she had just frolicked through a bed of roses. It was making me crazy with...lust, almost.

A/N This chapter was supposed to have more in it but ummm yeah...this chapter leaves you guessin'!