A/N: I know, it's been forever. But here is the next chapter. Things are starting to move along, and for some reason I have a feeling this is going to be a long story. But I don't mind. That's usually how I roll... LOL

Chapter 11
Concentration

I found it difficult to concentrate the days that followed our first date. I really wanted to take tings slowly but I was starting to feel that it was next to impossible to do so.

We were scheduled to go out again tomorrow, just a casual date, and he was still on to me a bout meeting my father. His want—or need; rather, to meet my father was intriguing, I'm starting to think that he's the old fashioned type.

I couldn't wait to see him though; this morning had been a bit strange for me. I was a bit off. I had another nightmare last night, and it was just a bit different than usual. My wolf showed up, the russet colored animal had been missing-in-action for the last couple nightmares, but no longer.

The wolf attacked the pale figure I had seen many times before murdering my own brother. However, this time, when he attacked my brother I was there and I yelled out a name that made me freeze.

I looked up from the counter recalling the name that I had shouted, "Jake…" The name escaped my mouth. I stared at the person in front of me.

His name had been the same one that I yelled in my dream. The same one I had been mumbling and screaming when I woke up.

"Hey, lunch time yet?" He asked me with a crooked grin.

I glanced at the clock, indeed, it was that time. I glanced at the dark haired girl who was working beside me, Rachel. She was Mr. Greene's newest hire. I took my apron off and got her attention.

"Hey Rach, I'm gonna go to lunch, that cool?"

She smiled and waved me off, "Have fun…"

The two of us had kind of hit it off due to the fact that we were pretty much the only people that were always there. She was a sweet girl and I liked her, though I was really starting to miss Rory.

"Everything ok?" Jacob asked.

I looked up at him and forced a smile, "Yeah, just thinking about Ror, I miss her… y'know?"

"Yeah, I know…" He nodded his head.

We had talked about his friend Quil and Embry a lot lately, and I knew he was missing home. He hadn't brought up going back to Washington, and I knew that he wouldn't go unless I agreed to go with him. But I couldn't see myself stepping foot back in to that place, not while I was still having these nightmares.

"Now what are you thinking about?" He asked grabbing my hand from my side.

I tore my gaze from the ground and looked at him, "Washington,"

I could tell I had taken him off guard, he hadn't been expecting that. Not at all. His lips twitched a bit before he spoke again.

"What for?"

"I don't know, I just..." I sighed heavily. "I want you to go see your friends, and a part of me knows that you won't go unless I go too…"

"You're absolutely right," Jacob dragged me in to a sandwich shop only a few doors down from The Bean.

I shook my head; he was definitely not making this easy for me. It was crazy that I was even thinking about it. Never would I do something like this for anyone, ever. But with Jacob everything just seems so different.

"You're mom lives in Port Angeles, right?" Jacob raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes," I confirmed his statement. I knew what he was leading up to and his words didn't surprise me. He wanted to fly to Seattle, hop in a car and go straight to Port Angeles. If only it were that easy.

My mom would want to pick us up, she would want to take us out to lunch and make me stay in Seattle longer than I wanted to. I knew it. She didn't understand the nightmares that I was having. I tried to keep them from her, because I didn't want to frighten her.

My father was the only one who really knew about them; him and the therapist he forced me to see after it happened. I really didn't want to tell anyone else, I never even told Donovan.

"Jake," I said his name softly as we sat down with our sandwiches. "If we go to Washington, if we… go to Seattle… and then Port Angeles and then to the Reservation, will you be happy?"

That crooked smile formed on his lips and I could feel my heart beat pick up its pace. I could tell just by the look on his face that he would be happy.

"Only if you'd be happy too?" He arched a perfect eyebrow up at me.

My heart skipped a beat and I smiled as he took my hand across the table, as if he heard my heart skip. I leaned forward, his chocolate brown eyes mesmerizing and nodded my head.

"Let's go to Washington,"

That was all it really took to put Jacob in a really happy mood. The rest of the week seemed to go by quickly, with out much thought. I hadn't really seen my dad in a few days, though he had heard through the Gunnison County Rumor Mill that I was dating.

So I wasn't really surprised when he summoned me early Saturday morning to talk to him, "Mols,"

"Yeah Pops?" I asked shuffling around the kitchen to get breakfast started.

"I heard that you've got a boyfriend,"

I nodded my head and cracked a few eggs open, "I do."

"Why haven't I met him?"

I laughed, "You know he's been saying the same thing about you." This caused him to choke on his coffee. I grinned and turned to look at him, the spatula in my hand as I pointed it at him. "Every time Jake comes over you always seem to magically disappear. He thinks I'm hiding you from him."

"That's odd…"

"Jake's pretty old-fashioned. He's wanted to meet you for two weeks now." I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. "For some ungodly reason he won't leave it alone."

"So, when do I get to meet Jake?"

"This morning," I grinned happily scrambling the eggs up together without a second thought. "He's coming for breakfast."

"Good," My father folded the paper. "Good."

I knew I threw him off with that. It's just not normal for a boyfriend to want to meet your dad. It's usually the one thing they try to avoid for the longest amounts of time. Not Jacob, he wasn't normal. But I already knew this.

"Hey Pops…" I pushed the eggs around in the frying pan.

"Yeah Mols?" He questioned.

"What do you think of me flying up to go see Mom for a week or so?"

His face distorted a little bit and then a small grin broke out across his aging face, "I think that'd be a great idea."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, your mother would really like that, I think." He sipped his coffee. "Will you be able to handle it? I know you've been having your nightmares again…"

I bit down on my lip and sighed, it was hard to keep those a secret around here; especially when you wake up screaming half of the time. I gave him a slight nod and silently went back to making breakfast.

We didn't speak until there was a knock at the door several minutes later. I had just started making the rest of breakfast when it happened. My dad put his mug down and his eyebrows lifted in amusement.

"I'll get it."

I smirked and went back to cooking as my father sauntered. Yes he sauntered. I couldn't help but laugh at this; I stood in the doorway and watched as he opened the door.

A bright white smile greeted my father on the other side. Jacob stood there; hand out to grip my fathers in a strong handshake. I leaned against the doorframe watching them interact.

"You must be Jake…" My father started.

"Yes sir, Jacob Black, it's nice to finally meet you Mr. Landon."

"You as well,"

I noted that they were still shaking hands and by the look of it, Jacob was much stronger than my father. My father let go of his hand and stepped aside.

"Come on in, Mols is making breakfast."

When Jacob stepped inside, my father closed the door and shook out his hand. Jacob spotted me and the smile on his face got impossibly larger.

"Good Morning,"

"Morning handsome," I grinned and lifted myself to my tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips.

My father cleared his throat and stepped in through the opposite door, "Breakfast almost done Mols?"

"Sure thing Pops," I laughed and tilted my head to the side giving Jacob a little nod.

He let his fingers linger on my arm for a second before heading to the breakfast bar and taking a seat next to my father. I grabbed a glass and the fresh orange juice, pouring some for Jacob.

My father was watching us like a hawk, I handed Jacob his glass, and our fingers touched. His warm fingers caressed mine and I could feel myself swooning internally. If my father hadn't seen that, then he must be blind.

"So, do you kids have any big plans today?" My father asked clearing his throat. He picked up the paper again pretending to be interested in the sports section.

Jacob took a sip of the orange juice, "I was going to take Molly out to the lake today, maybe have a picnic?"

I smiled at him and turned back to the food, "That'd be great. I need to take some pictures anyway. I've been slacking already this summer."

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After the initial fatherly defense was out of the way my dad and Jacob started talking about sports and all things manly. It gave me time to clean up the kitchen and get things together for a picnic out by the lake.

I was busily pulling my camera and film together that I hadn't even heard Jacob come up the stairs, or enter my room. That was until a pair of strong arms were wrapped securely around my waist.

I took a quick glance over my shoulder and let his warm body hold me close. I could really get used to this; there were definitely no complaints here.

"What's that?" He asked lifting his chin to my scrap book that was half hanging off of my desk.

I sighed and pulled it in to my grasp, letting him take a peak at the inside picture, "My scrap book,"

"Am I in there?" He questioned casually.

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed opening up to the last page.

I had done a little work to it since dating Jacob and included the picture I took of him the first night we met. Those dark brown eyes staring deeply in to the camera, almost as if he was trying to pierce my soul with his stare.

"Bring this along," He grabbed it and tossed it in to my bag.

"Hey, that's private…" I mused going to retrieve it.

"I like visuals," He grinned blocking me from the bag.

I narrowed my eyes to him and couldn't help but smile. He was like a very large kid, and I loved it. There were things in the scrap book that I wasn't particularly proud of, but I figured it would be a good way for Jacob to learn about my life.

He was definitely in for a long afternoon.

I have inspiration for another Jacob/OC fic, but the OC wouldn't be a normal OC... it would be a vampire (and no... not Nessy)... interesting? Or no? I don't know yet.... I'll have to see if my muse will take me in a good direction. Hope you all enjoyed and I have a feeling the next chapters will hopefully come easily. But we'll see! :)