A/N: Alright, before you guys murder me, I apologize for the REALLY long delay!!! There is no excuse, I'm afraid. Please enjoy this extra long update, and I'll meet you at the end of the chapter!!!

Previously on Chapter FIVE:

"Just promise me one thing," he says, silencing me with one finger. I nod. "Please work on not blaming yourself. It's not your fault that it happened to me. If Clara was as determined to get revenge as you say she does, then she would have found another way to ruin our lives. It is not your fault, so please tell me you'll stop blaming yourself!"

I look into his desperate eyes and again, I nod, "I promise."

"Good," he says as he wraps me in his warm embrace once more. And for the first time in many, many months, I feel myself, not only complete, but relieve as well. Maybe everything will be all right afterall…

SIX

"Jacob! Stacey! Dinner's ready!" Mrs. LeBlanc calls from the kitchen. Jacob decided that I was too exhausted after my trip to do anything else besides rest, so here we are, cuddling in the beanbag chair by the huge fireplace in his living room. Classical music flows quietly from the stereo by the window and I sat on Jacob's lap, content to be in his arms – where I belong… where I've always belonged.

No words are needed to break the silence that hangs over our head – but it isn't one of those uncomfortable silences that one can cut through with a knife, it's a soothing one, as if no words can adequately express the perfection of the moment. Jacob is nuzzling my neck when Mrs. LeBlanc calls us for dinner. Reluctantly, I disentangle myself from Jacob's arms and stand up, pulling him along with me.

Following the delicious smell of Italian cooking, my mouth waters as I see Mrs. LeBlanc carries the tray of juicy lasagna on the dining room table. I've never been subjected to one of her cooking, but Jacob used to talk highly of his mother's ability to make even the most disgusting-sounding entrée taste divine! I now understand what he was talking about as I try to gracefully keep my drool in check.

"That smells absolutely delicious, Mrs. LeBlanc!" I exclaim in excitement for the first taste.

"Oh, please darling, call me Janice! Mrs. LeBlanc was Mark's mother," she chuckles. "Sit! Sit! You must be hungry, those airport food are utterly unhealthy and disgusting. You need real food in your system!"

I laugh as Jacob pulls a chair out for me, across from Janice. I love that about him – to other guys, gentlemanly gestures may seem highly overrated and even dorky at times, but Jacob manages to pull it off perfectly. I smile at him gratefully as he takes the seat right next to me.

Janice takes the liberty of serving everyone a slice, and as she places one on my plate, my excitement must have been a little too obvious because I suddenly hear a chuckle right next to me, and then Jacob takes my hand under the table and squeezes it. Little gestures like that makes me want to melt where I sit.

We eat rigorously, making comfortable conversations about school and life in general as dinner resumes. Jacob never takes his left hand from mine throughout dinner, which is more than fine by me – at least during the times when he isn't squeezing it and making me blush and my knees weak… good thing I'm sitting down. I don't think he realizes just how much he affects me.

"Stacey, honey," Janice says cautiously. "I know Jacob has already spoken to you about mine and Mark's plans on vacationing to Europe for our anniversary for the next several days. I just want to make sure that you are perfectly fine with that – I mean, I understand if you'd rather us postpone –"

I cut her off, "Oh no! Please do not delay your plans on my behalf. I would feel really bad. I already feel bad for imposing…"

"Nonsense! You are not imposing! We love to have you here," Mark says. "Janice and I are just concerned, because it would not be very hospitable for us to leave while having a visitor in the house."

"Yes, darling. We trust you and Jacob more than anything, but I feel bad for not being able to entertain you while you are here," Janice frowns at the thought.

"Mother," Jacob speaks up. "I am more than capable of entertaining Stacey."

I blush at the double meaning behind his words. I try to hide the heat overtaking my whole face, but thankfully, Jacob's parents don't seem to be catching on the innuendo.

"I have no doubt, son. But we'd just like to make sure that you kids will be alright here in the house, and everything."

"We'll be fine, dad," Jacob assures him, and I nod in agreement. Being alone with Jacob sounds too good to be true! "Besides, the gang will be here a couple of days after you guys leave. I think they left Massachusetts an hour ago, and they're driving nonstop. So they should be here either the day after you guys leave, or the day after that."

"Oh my goodness!" Janice exclaims. "I can't leave with so much more people coming! How are you guys going to eat!!!"

"Mother, I'm more than capable of cooking, you've taught me well." Mark and I laugh at that, while Janice still holds a worried look.

"Janice," I say as soothingly as I could. "Please do not cancel your plans for us. I'd feel bad about it. You and Mark deserve a vacation – a tribute to the many years of happy marriage you guys have had. Please don't feel obligated to entertain us, I'm sure Jacob will keep the gang and I busy with everything."

"That is the reality of it, Mom. Please just have fun with Dad."

"You know, Janice, we have been wanting this Europe trip for awhile now. But with the accident and Jacob's amnesia –"

"MARK!" Janice shrieks, horrified at her husband's bluntness. Jacob and I chuckle at their exchange.

"What?! What did I say? It's true! Jacob doesn't mind, do you, son?"

"No, dad," Jacob says.

"It doesn't make it any better," Janice huffs.

"Anyway, as I was saying. Since the kids seem to think they'll be fine without us, who are we to say otherwise?"

"Um, Jacob's parents?!" By this time, Jacob and I are full-pledge laughing, but Janice and Mark doesn't seem to notice.

"Yeah, but you know what I mean, honey. Besides, they obviously want to be alone!" At that, Jacob squeezes my hand, and I blush. I don't know if my blush was due to Mark's comment or because of Jacob's gentle touch. It doesn't help that our hands are slowly moving up my thighs as we shake from laughter.

"Oh, it's no use arguing with you," Janice says, rolling her eyes at her husband. I can tell that she's trying not to smile, and I am amazed at the love in their eyes, despite their banter. I'd like to imagine Jacob and I like that years from now, but I'm getting ahead of myself. "Kids, I'm going to ask you one last time. It won't be that hard to cancel at all! Are you sure you wouldn't mind us leaving?"

"We're fine, Mom," Jacob says gently.

"Yes, you should go on with your plans," I say as I nod my head in agreement. "When are you leaving anyway?"

"That's the thing," Janice says cautiously. "We're leaving early tomorrow. We'll be able to spend breakfast with the two of you, but our flight leaves at noon, so we must be gone before then. It's too soon!"

"Oh, don't worry about it Janice, the kids will be fine!" Mark says as he helps himself with more lasagna, garlic bread, and green salad.

"I have to agree with Dad, Mom," Jacob says. He puts down his fork and takes his mother's hand from across the table with his right hand. "Mom, you and Dad deserve this. And dad is right, I would like to spend as much time with Stacey as I can… preferably alone."

He looks at me as he says that. Unfortunately, I was drinking my glass of apple cider when he said the word "alone," and… well, it wasn't pretty. The cider went down the wrong tube, I think, making me choke. I was coughing and trying to get my breathing back to normal as Jacob tries to get me to drink water.

"Stacey!" he cries, in his voice is concern that breaks my heart. "Are you alright?!"

"Oh, honey! Here, drink water!" Janice says.

"I'm fine!" I wheeze. In the midst of the chaos, I let go of Jacob's hand, and it was not fine with me, so I take back his hand, this time, on top of the table. Once, I manage to calm down, and my breathing back to normal, I put my other hand on Jacob's cheek, trying to sooth him. His eyes are still wide with terror and concern, and my heart melt at the fact that he really does care for me a lot.

"I'm sorry," he whispers as he leans into my touch. He turns his head and kiss the palm of my hand, and my eyes soften at his affection.

"It's not your fault," I giggle. I stare at his slate-blue eyes, and for a moment – I'm not sure how long – I am lost in the depths of his soul, as he stares back into my own.

"Ahem."

Jacob and I jump in surprise, realizing that we aren't alone. I blush and look at his parents shyly. They were looking at us tenderly with knowing smiles on their faces, and Janice's hand on her heart. Jacob chuckles next to me as we resume dinner, our previous conversation, clearly forgotten and settled.

When we finish up, Janice and Mark clear the table, as Jacob and I head to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"Nonsense, Stacey!" Janice cries. "You are a visitor, you shouldn't have to do chores while we're here!"

"No, Janice, I'd like to help please." After a small argument about her wanting me to rest and me wanting to help Jacob, she finally lets me put the dishes in the dishwasher.

When Jacob and I finish, we say our goodnights to his parents, claiming exhaustion, even though it was barely 8:00 PM. We say our goodnights to each other outside our rooms, and Jacob kisses me goodnight. It was one of the sweetest kisses I've ever had, but then I realize that any kisses I share with Jacob are sweet. They always make me weak in the knees and make me lose coherent thoughts, as his warm body and hand leave tingles in their wakes. After a long moment of saying goodnight, we both get ready for bed. I went over to the small loveseat by the fireplace, taking out my trusted copy of Pride and Prejudice. As I was getting engross with Elizabeth Bennet's life, I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in," I say. Jacob enters, looking sheepishly and absolutely gorgeous in his white tank top and flannel pajama bottom – at least he was looking sheepishly until he notices that I am only wearing a blood-red cami and matching boy shorts that Drea gave me for my birthday a year ago. He turns red and his eyes look like they were going to roll out of his sockets.

"Hey," I say, a little amused at his reaction.

"Uh, hi, I mean, hello, I mean, yeah," he stutters. I stand up, putting my book down and walk up to him. His eyes grow larger, if it was possible, as I approach him.

"Relax, Jacob," I say smirking at his incoherency. I reach him and put my arms around him in a hug, and I feel his arms reluctantly wrap around my waist. "What brought you here?"

"Umm," he says. After a moment of hesitancy, he finally blurts out, "I couldn't sleep."

I laugh at him and reply, "In the, what, thirty minutes that you tried going to bed?" He looks at the floor, a little smile playing at his full lips. He's so cute that I just feel the need to tease him a little, but I manage to refrain. The poor guy is blushing so hard.

"Nevermind," I say, pulling him into my bed as we settle under the cover. "Just hold me," I whisper. We lay down and he puts his arms around me, as I lay my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating… he kisses my forehead tenderly.

"I love you, Stacey."

At those words, I look at him, my eyes watering at the words I've been dying to hear since the last time I heard him speak them… that night of the accident… that night we made love…

"I love you too, Jacob… more than you know."

"I think I know."

He kisses me with more passion than he's ever had, warming up my body furthermore. I could feel the tingle start from my lips and make its way throughout my whole body as Jacob holds me tightly to his body. My hands make their way to his chest, as I see sparks behind my closed eyes. When I thought our embrace couldn't get any more heated, he opens his mouth and runs his tongue on my bottom lip, begging for entrance, which I more than willingly granted. We fight for domination in a heated passion I've never felt before. He won, of course. As his tongue explores my mouth, a soft moan that I could not repress escaped my tingling mouth. He replied with a deep groan, I felt it more than I heard it. At that moment, my senses are only aware of him… just Jacob – the love of my life. My soul mate.

He tastes of lemongrass and sweet honey, and I know that there's nothing else in the world that could taste better. There's no other person in the world I would want to kiss, or could compete with the fire he manages to light within my heart. After a moment, I lay my head back down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he holds me close and tight. I close my eyes, hearing each of the thuds of his beating heart, and I know, in that moment forward, that those beats are meant for me, as mine are meant for him.

A/N: Alright, so here's the deal, I'm getting really discouraged to write. I know that there are a lot of you out there who put my story in your favorites list, but I really would LOVE to hear from you guys! Please review, and maybe it will encourage me to go on. I'm debating on whether or not to put this story in hiatus. I really don't want to, but please help me make a decision by reviewing!
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