A/N: It took awhile to get my juices flowing, but this morning, when I should have been doing some assignments, I decided to write this instead. Please, enjoy! :)

Chapter 14
Acceptance

The silence in the room was deafening. I really didn't know what to say to him. I was confused, to say the least, and right now; right now I really wanted to be alone. I had to think this through.

"What's wrong, Molly?" Jacob questioned brushing my bangs out of my face, his dark brown eyes were gentle, but I could tell that my silence was bothering him.

"N—nothing," I forced a small smile and sat up; I really was trying to digest all of this information. I think I might still be in shock, but on top of that I wasn't sure what to make of Jacob's words.

I was his imprint. He imprinted on me. What did that mean exactly? He had no other choice but to be with me because of this—supernatural fine print.

That thought alone got my brain kicking in to high gear. He loved Bella, without imprinting on her; he truly fell in love with her. And me? Me he just imprinted, he had no choice, did he?

"Molly..."

I turned to look at him.

"Do you have a choice?"

Jacob stared at me, completely taken back—or so it seemed, by my question. It was a simple question. I wanted to know whether or not he had a choice in the matter. Did he have to be with me? Or could he be with anyone he chose to be with?

"Molly—"

"Answer the question, Jacob." I stood up staring at him. I wanted to know. I wanted to know if he could choose this, or if he had to be with me.

"It's complicated."

"Jacob Black..." My eyes narrowed now. His evasion of the question only meant one thing to me--he had no choice. I took a deep breath and walked to the door. "I need to be alone,"

His face went blank and I felt my heart wrench, "Molly, don't do this..." He scooted to the edge of the bed, a look on his face that I hadn't seen before.

"Jacob, I just... I need to be by myself right now..."

"Don't do this Molly, please."

"Please, Jacob..." I closed my eyes and waited, counting to ten in my head again. Hoping that he would just leave, but with Jacob Black, I knew that was impossible.

I felt his warmth before I heard him. He told me that the warmth came from his change; a lot came from his change. I sighed and opened my eyes only to stare at his chest. I looked up and met those eyes.

"Please," I wasn't even sure it came out; it was so low just below a whisper. I knew that if he was close I would have a harder time making him leave, but I had to. I had to think. I had to get away from him for sometime and think this over.

"Molly," He pulled my face in to his large, warm hands. I looked at him, though, I told myself not to. "Choice or not, I'm yours—forever."

He placed a light, feather-like kiss on my lips and left without another word, without argument. I felt my heart beating wildly out of my chest, it almost felt like I was going to have a heart attack right there.

I did have a lot to think about, and even more to digest.

I fell on to my bed; I heard a few brief words between my father and Jacob before the front door closed abruptly. I sighed heavily to myself, I knew I should have probably talked this all out with him, because I didn't fully grasp the understanding of imprinting, but—I just couldn't handle it right now.

I learned so much in the last twenty minutes that my brain was beginning to swell. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to weed through what I had heard, and what information I needed to process the most.

But I knew that answer. I had to process this imprinting. This force that made Jacob want me, was it the same force that drew me to him as well? Was I weeded in to this by this supernatural fine print?

I wasn't sure. I guess that's a question I could ask him. I hated not knowing what was going on with my own life. I'm a bit of a control freak and like to know what is going on all the time.

I could feel my head pounding and knew that this was going to be torture on my senses. I pulled a pillow under my chin and inhaled deeply. A low sigh escaped my mouth as I inhaled Jacob's scent.

It surrounded me, and I knew no matter what my conclusion was; I had strong feelings for him. Feelings that I knew I wouldn't be able to just push aside.

After lying around for sometime, I felt my eyes become heavy and I drifted in to a state of somberness. My entire body was exhausted from all the thinking and I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't put myself through it any longer, so I succumbed to sleep, I needed it.

I woke up to a loud banging sound coming from my door and I looked up to see it was dark around me, was it late night or morning? How long had I slept?

"Molly Catherine, if you do not open this door right now, young lady…" My father scolded.

Groaning I sat up and glanced at the clock, it was six o'clock in the morning. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and grunted.

"It's open, Pops"

I heard my father mutter something under his breath before opening the door. I opened one eye and looked at him, he was pieced together nicely and I glanced down at myself. Disheveled, but what else was new?

"You slept all day yesterday, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah," I nodded my head.

"I spoke to Mr. Greene, and he's letting you take some time off, so that you can go visit your mother in Washington." He smoothed out his dark brown pants. "I talked to Jacob, and I'm putting the two of you on a plane tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Both of my eyes were open now, because I was staring at my father like he had just lost his freaking mind. "Washington?"

"Yes,"

"But Pops," I started to object.

"No buts about it, you're already booked and you're mother is expecting you."

"You told mom?" My brows knitted together in confusion. "Why would you do that without talking to me first?"

"It sounded like a good idea when it was brought up, I talked to Jacob about it last night, and we settled it."

"But Jacob and I…"

"You had a little fight, it's ok… it happens… it's not the end of the world…" My father shrugged his shoulders.

"Dad!" I slammed my hands down firmly on my bed and he looked at me. I hardly ever called my father 'Dad', always 'Pops' and for whatever reason 'Dad' was reserved for when I was really angry with him.

"Molly, please don't make this a bigger deal than it is…" He shook his head at me. "Jacob is downstairs; making breakfast… you should clean up and come down stairs…"

I couldn't believe my father. He just drops this bomb on me and walks away, like nothing happened. Jesus, maybe he and mom are a lot more alike than they are aware of. I tried to grasp the information given to me in the last thirty seconds.

I was going to be jumping on a plane, tomorrow, with my boyfriend. A boyfriend that I still wasn't sure what to think about, right now. I had done a lot of thinking last night and I came to the same conclusion every time.

I didn't care.

Though, I did—technically care, I didn't. I knew how I felt about Jacob, and that was all that mattered to me. I can't deny the fact that I was jealous that Bella would have something over me that I would never get, but I would have to live with that. It wasn't like I would ever see her.

Would I?

Frustrated with myself, I grabbed my things and headed in to the bathroom to take a shower. I wanted to be with Jacob, though I wanted to talk to him about it. I wanted to see how he felt; I wanted to be careful about this whole thing, because I had never experienced it before.

"Molly!" I heard my father yell my name from the bottom of the stairs. "Mols, are you coming down to eat?"

I ran my fingers through my short blonde hair and inspected my face and choice of clothes. They would have to do for now. I opened the bathroom door and padded down the hall.

"I'm coming, keep your pants on Pops…"

I found myself smiling at the sight before me; my father and my boyfriend sitting at the kitchen table laughing and talking while enjoying breakfast. My eyes held Jacob's figure for a moment, but I didn't want to disturb his discussion with my father so I quietly moved about the kitchen to get a glass and some orange juice before taking a seat between them.

Jacob looked at me, his chocolate brown eyes searching mine for acceptance. I smiled at him and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on his lips before settling down to eat.

I pulled a few pancakes on to my plate, along with some bacon and eggs and my father engaged Jacob back in to their conversation. I sat, quite smugly to be honest, listening to them talk and enjoying my breakfast.

It felt natural.

"I'm off to work, thank you for breakfast Jacob, and I'll see you both this evening…" He grinned getting up. He placed a kiss on my forehead and headed to the nook to grab his things.

"Have a good day, Mr. Landon…" Jacob reached over and took my hand in his.

"Jake, call me Henry…" My father shot him a grin before ducking out of the front door.

"He likes you," I concluded with a small smile.

"Oh?" Jacob asked. I nodded my head. "It's not him I'm concerned about anymore," He mused looking back at me, his long fingers caressing over mine gently.

"We need to talk then," I stated calmly. Jacob winced at my words, and my free hand reached over and squeezed his. "Not in a bad way,"

"Sure, sure" He sat back in the chair, "I may not have had many girlfriends, but I know that saying and it's usually not followed by anything good…"

"This time is different," I smiled at him and he seemed to relax a little bit. "I had a lot of time to think last night,"

"Are you sure?" He pressed. "Because you were sleeping all day…"

"How do you know—" I stopped myself and held up a hand. "I don't want to know…" I remarked shaking my head. "I still don't understand the whole imprinting thing all the way, but I just want you to know, that I don't really care."

Jacob laughed and leaned forward, "I told you, that I was yours forever, no matter what you decided…" He grinned. "Imprinting is difficult to explain." I watched the battle in his eyes as he tried to find the right words to say. "It's faster than love at first sight and deeper than true love…"

"But you still have no choice," I reminded him.

"No, it's weird though…" He licked his lips. "It's our destiny, our fate…" He pressed his fingers in to his temple. "Like, there's something deep inside that already knows who we're going to fall in love with and knows that, that's the person that we're supposed to be with forever…"

"So the supernatural werewolf has something internal that makes him supernaturally psychic about his future love-life…" I joked with a small grin.

"Something like that I guess," Jake shrugged his sculpted shoulders.

"Ok, I guess I can live with that," I laced my fingers through his and decided that I wasn't going to let anything bother me. Not even the thought of Bella.

"At least you're not an infant…" Jacob smirked at me, his grin lop-sided on his face as he sifted through his pancakes with his free hand.

"Do I even want to know?" I questioned him carefully, not sure if I wanted to know what that meant, or not.

He laughed and licked his lips and began explaining to me about Sam and Emily, Paul and Jacob's sister Rachel, and Quil and Claire. I was astounded to hear about Quil and Claire, but once Jacob explained that situation to me, I think I got a better understanding of imprinting.

"So, it is kind of like an extra little power you've got…" I smiled cleaning up the plates on the table.

"I guess you could say that." He agreed helping me with the dishes. "So, are you ok with leaving for Washington tomorrow, I know it kind of comes as a shock, and quick, but…"

"No, it's fine…" I stopped washing the dish in my hand. "I actually wanted to go soon, that way I can get over this fear I have… of going there…"

"Everyone's excited to meet you," Jacob stated with a small grin on his handsome face.

"What'd you do, call everyone and tell them I was coming?" I laughed.

"Something like that," He winked at me.

"Oh, there's something else, isn't there?" I turned to look up at him, and I guess I hadn't noticed it before, but he looked really tired. "Have you been sleeping?"

"Define sleeping," He mused moving past me to rinse off the dish in his hand.

"Jacob Black," I sounded like my father when he yells at me.

"Look, don't worry…" He wrapped his arms around my waist. "I'm a werewolf; we don't have all the same needs as you humans do…" He gave me that wolf-like grin and damn him that made my knees weaken.

"Like?" I asked letting my hands rest carelessly on his shoulders.

"Sleep, we only have to sleep for a few hours a time, just little wolf-naps." He winked at me.

"But you look so tired," I cupped his russet face in my hands. "You should probably sleep now, it'd be good for you."

"I'm up all night protecting you," He pulled me in to his warmth.

"Protecting me?" I pushed a hand firmly against his chest. "What do you mean, protecting me?"

"I patrol the area ever night; just to make sure everything is copasetic…"

"Patrol the area?" My eyes narrowed in on him. "You mean you turn in to a wolf at night and prance around like a watch dog?"

"There's really no prancing involved, babe…" He laughed a bit at my choice of words and I pointed a finger at him.

"Would you ever you know… change in front of me?" I asked him carefully. I'd like to see him do it, just so I could experience it.

He looked at me slightly confused and simply nodded, "I guess, if you wanted me too…"

"I just think it'd be interesting to experience." I gave him a small smile before leaning forward and placing my lips on his.

"From what I hear the pack is interested in meeting you,"

"Oh?" I asked a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. I knew I would be meeting his friends, but for some reason now, that was a bigger deal than going to Washington. I just hoped that his friends liked me.

I hope you enjoyed this one, and the next chapter they are in Washington, WEEEEEE... you know what that means right? Drama.... Fun... and DRAMA!! :)