A/N: Thank you for the tremendous support on this story, I really appreciate it! This chapter sort of wrote itself, I guess my muses wanted to go back to Washington, because we all know there is soooo much drama in the wet & dreary Olympic Peninsula. Anywho, enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter 15
Welcome to Washington

The plane landed with little turbulence, for which I was definitely thankful. I peered out of the window, wet and green. That's all Washington was once you got to the Olympic Peninsula. I sulked down further in to my chair and looked up when a warm hand took mine.

I smiled at Jacob and he squeezed my hand, "You ok?"

I looked back out of the window and took in the greenery, "Yeah, I think I'm ok..."

I took a few long breaths and waited as people started to filter off of the large plane. I stayed glued in my seat, not sure if I was capable of getting up and walking off of the plane.

Jacob was pulling down our carryons, fighting aggressively with my small suitcase that he had borrowed for his things. When he retrieved it, I could feel his eyes on me.

"Mols," He was looking at me expectantly.

I gripped the armrests under my slim fingers and pushed all of my weight down, forcing myself to stand up on my own two legs and move away from my seat. I stood up and stared straight ahead.

Maybe I wasn't ready for this.

"Are you coming or are you going to just stand on the plane?" He asked in a joking manner.

I looked over at him and swallowed hard, "Jake..."

"You can do this, Molly..." He reached for my hand and I slowly let him take it.

As soon as the warmth engulfed my hand I felt a little more at ease than I did before. Jacob gave me a light tug and pulled me in to the aisle way.

"You're mom is probably waiting for us by the luggage claim," He continued to pull me along with him until we were in the terminal.

I dug my heels in to the carpet and tried to move backwards, I really couldn't do this. I couldn't.

"Molly, don't do this now..." He sighed heavily, stopping his persistent tugging on my arm. "You made me carry you on to the plane; do not make me carry you off..." His eyes narrowed and I stared up at him.

He had scared the crap out of me when he hoisted me over his shoulder, literally, and carried me on to the plane. He even strapped me in to my seat. I held my arms out, defending myself from his possible capture.

"I won't carry you in there if you don't make me..." He tilted his head to the side. "Just put one foot in front of the other, babe..." He leaned against the terminal wall.

I groaned and looked up at him, "It's not that easy, Jacob!" I stomped my foot down and gave him the most threatening look I could muster up.

I saw a look of recognition appear on his handsome features, and a look of loss spread after it. I pursed my lips and I couldn't think of what I had just reminded him of, but I had a good guess who of.

"What was that?" I asked pointing to his face.

"What was what?" He asked shaking his head.

"The look that was just on your face." I shoved my bony finger in to his chest, my eyes still on his.

"There was no look," He defended.

"You suck at lying," I pressed.

"Nothing, just you stomped your foot..." He didn't hold my gaze at this point; he simply looked down at the ground.

"So?"

"Bel—She did that once..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "It just kind of reminded me of that time..."

I pursed my lips together, I didn't like that. I didn't want to remind him of her. I wanted nothing to do with her. I pushed the thought away, grabbed his hand and now it was my turn to drag him.

We walked out in to the busy airport and I felt my breath catch in my throat, I had done it. I had actually stepped foot in to the Seattle airport. Something I hadn't done since I swore this place off a year ago.

"I knew you could do it," Jacob whispered in my ear, his arm finding its way around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his warmth.

"It was only because I was pissed at you," I mumbled under my breath and continued our walk towards the luggage claim, where I was sure my mother was in fact waiting for us.

I could hear him smiling, is that even possible? I don't know. But I could. I didn't have to look at him to know that he was grinning ear to ear like a fool.

He dragged both of our bags behind him, looking around for my mother. He had only seen pictures of her, from my scrapbook and my room, so I wasn't even sure if he would spot her.

"Carousel Four lets go..." He tugged me in to the direction of our flights luggage and that's when I spotted her.

I stopped walking and Jacob glanced back at me, that didn't last long before he was following my gaze to my mother. She stood stunningly in a green peasant skirt and brown tank top and cardigan, looking like the nature-child she was brought up to be.

"Molly!" She exclaimed jubilantly, she dropped her purse and ran towards me. I was so excited to see her that I met her halfway. All I wanted right now was a hug from my mother.

"Mom," I breathed in her scent of pine and some fruity body spray she had splashed on before coming. Though I hated Seattle, I loved my mother more than words, and missed her terribly.

We hugged for what seemed like forever, I hadn't even noticed my boyfriend, who had gone to pick up my mother's purse and place it with the rest of our belongings. After my mother let me go, she held me out at arms length and inspected me closely.

"You've grown," Her lips twitched.

"I haven't grown at all; I think I've shrunk..." I reported glancing back at Jacob. "Especially with him around," I hoisted a thumb in his direction.

"You must be Jacob!" Her eyes were bright and blue as she looked at Jacob expectantly. She strode towards him and wrapped her arms around him, "It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Ms. Carmine," Jacob smiled at her and gave her a hug back, being as gentle as possible, I could tell.

My mother pulled away and beamed at us both, "You make such a handsome couple..." She pointed at Jacob. "You're a handsome devil, how old are you? You look a lot older than my Molly here...."

"Mom," I scolded blushing. It was common knowledge that I looked like a sixteen-year-old. I couldn't help it, and Jacob, because of his transformation, he explained to me; he looked like he was about twenty-five or so.

"I'm actually younger than Molly, Ms. Carmine..." Jacob answered with a grin.

Are you allowed to swoon in front of your mother? I couldn't help but wonder, smiling at him boastfully. I swooned; I don't care. He's a handsome devil, and he's mine.

"Oh are you?" She nudged me with her elbow. "That-a girl Molly," She winked at me. "Now, how about we get your luggage and go grab something to eat? I'm sure you kids are hungry..."

I stared at her for a second; I didn't want to stay in Seattle longer than I had to. I wanted to go back to Port Angeles now, and not worry about having to experience any sort of flashbacks or remembrances while here.

"I think we can wait until we get back to Port Angeles to eat," I glanced at Jacob. "Don't you think Jake?"

Jacob was about to open his mouth when my mother waved her hand, "Nonsense, we're going to eat at Brasa, Jacob will love it..." She smiled brightly.

I winced; Brasa was one of my brother's favorite restaurants. Not only that, but it was close to where he was murdered, and I really didn't want to go anywhere near downtown Seattle.

"Mom, really..." I started to complain as Jacob grabbed our bags.

"No arguments, Molly Catherine, you are only here to visit me for a few days before you go down to the reservation and see Jacob's father, I don't want to have to ground you while you're here..." She pointed a finger at me.

"Mom, I'm an adult, you can't ground me..." I rolled my eyes at her.

She winked at Jacob and turned back to me, "You're not too big for me to put over my knee..."

I smirked and shook my head, "Not like you ever spanked me before..." I lifted my chin to Jacob. "She wouldn't hurt a fly..."

"Unless they hurt my baby," She wrapped her arm around me and then glanced at Jacob. "You have no intentions of doing that, now do you Jacob Black?" She pressed.

Jacob laughed; it was deep and really sexy. I felt my face become hot at the thought and shook my head, he was dragging our luggage behind him, on top of all of it was my mother's bright green purse.

"Not at all, ma'am..." He assured her.

"Good,"

My mother ushered us out to her car, she was very green if you know what I mean, so she drove a Toyota Prius. I let Jacob sit in the front because of his much longer legs, and because I felt like I was going to need to lie down.

Jacob put our things in the trunk and slipped in to the passenger's seat as my mom cranked the car up. She talked the entire way to Brasa; I on the other hand, was very quiet. I was uncomfortable with going to this restaurant; I was even more uncomfortable with the fact that we were only going to be about five minutes away from where my brother had been killed.

"Molly?" Jacob's voice tore me out of my thoughts. I must have looked scared because the look on his face had concern written all over it.

"Sorry, I was just thinking..." I pursed my lips together and met my mother's concerned gaze.

"Are you feeling ok, Molly?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry... let's go in..." I opened the door and the three of us headed in to Brasa.

I tried to get my mind off of things and act as naturally as I could with my mother. She didn't know anything about my nightmares, or the fact that Patrick's death bothered me as much as it did. I didn't want to freak her out, so I tried to be as animated as possible, making her feel better.

"So, how did you two meet?" My mother questioned as our meals were being served.

"Well, it was kind of by chance," I glanced at Jacob and then back at my mother. "I was taking pictures out by the lake at Maroons Bell and Jacob happened to be hanging out there... and we kind of just hit it off as friends..."

"Then I finally worked up the courage to ask her out—"

"And that's all she wrote, really..." I mused.

My mother smiled and put a hand on top of mine, "You know, I met your father that way..."

I glanced at her, and nearly choked on my water. I highly doubt my mother met my father while he was phased in to a werewolf.

I bit my bottom lip and raised an eyebrow; it wasn't common for Julia Carmine to reminisce about her ex-husband—my father. I wanted to see where this was going; could my mother still have feelings for my father, after all of these years?

"I was actually out on a nature hike," There was a ghost of a smile on her lips. "And your father," She laughed. "Was lost, as usual..."

Jacob sat back in his chair and I glanced at him, he had a small smile on his face, listening to my mother tell her story. I was intrigued. I hadn't heard this story before, neither of them really liked to talk about it. So, to know that my father had somehow gotten lost camping with my uncle and my mother had found him was definitely worth listening to.

And on top of that, it got my mind off of other things. Like the fact that I was sitting in Seattle, minutes away from ground zero. I swallowed and ignored my own thoughts. Not only that, but I was in Washington, and I was going to meet Jacob's father and his pack.

My nerves were definitely on their last straw now; I was going to worry myself to death if I wasn't careful. Jacob would have to haul me around over his shoulder everywhere we went if this was going to keep happening. I was going to end up digging my heels in to the cement.

"Sounds perfect," I mused, I smiled over at Jacob and he winked at me.

"It was," She smiled and then waved a hand at us. "But enough about that, what made you decide to come visit your mom?" She asked.

"Well, of course I wanted to come see you, but Jacob was feeling a little homesick and he said he would only come if I came with him, so I figured we'd kill two birds with one stone..."

My mother's lips pursed, "I don't like that saying," She hemmed.

I rolled my eyes; my mother was such a tree hugger. I lifted a shoulder and took a sip of my water, "Thank you for lunch mom, it was great..." I forced a smile and was ready to get out of Seattle.

"Are you sure you don't want to shop around for a bit before heading back to Port Angeles?" My mother questioned with a small smile.

"No, I'm sure…" I answered her. "I really just want to go home and relax."

"Of course," She nodded her head and signed her name on the receipt.

I got up in a rush; the three of us were out to the car and on our way to Port Angeles in no time. I couldn't hang around there. I was having terrible thoughts the minute I stepped out of Brasa. I didn't want to damper the mood, so I knew I had to hurry up and get out of there.

The trip to Port Angeles was long, and filled with chatter. My mother spoke animatedly with Jake most of the trip keeping him enthralled in conversation. I interjected myself a few times, to keep up with them.

Jake told my mother stories of the Quileute Tribe and got her excited about the reservation, evening going as far as inviting her to come visit us while we're down there once. I didn't mind, though, I wasn't sure if my mother would actually come or not.

We arrived at our modest ranch style home, it was quaint but homey. Jacob looked at the house and a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. I could only imagine what was going through his head right now.

"This is where you grew up?" He asked shutting the door, his eyes still focused on the house.

I tilted my head to the side, inspecting the house, and nodded though I was sure he couldn't see me, "Yep,"

"Don't dilly-dally out here, come in!" My mother grinned her blue eyes bursting with excitement.

Jacob grabbed our things from the trunk and I lead him inside, letting him leave our things in the foyer. I noticed a look of awe on his face as he looked over the pictures on the wall. I closed my eyes tightly, wishing that my mother wasn't so proud of us.

There were some embarrassing photographs hanging on these walls, and I could tell that Jacob was definitely enjoying himself. My mother grabbed Jacob's arm and pulled him in to the living room, taking a photo off of the table behind the couch.

"Oh God mom, please no…" I mused trying to snatch the picture from her grasp.

"What? This is my favorite…" She grinned handing the picture to my six foot seven boyfriend. I stared up at him and prayed that he didn't laugh.

"What's this?" He inspected the picture. I clasped my hands over my eyes not wanting to look at it, I peaked through my fingers to catch his reaction, just because I was curious. I nearly died seeing the look of amusement dancing across his face.

I snatched the picture from him and held it to my chest, "I'm glad you find this amusing…" I pursed my lips together thoughtfully. "You're in big trouble!"

He gave me a look of pure innocence and my mother pried the picture out of my hands. She placed it back on the table and I stared at it for a moment. I had to admit, now that I look back, it was fairly humorous.

I was about seven or eight in the picture, my brother was in the background cracking up as my mother took the photograph. I had decided to play dress up in my mother's make-up and clothes and I looked quite horrific, she and my brother never let me live that day down.

I had caked on more make-up than I think I've possibly worn in my entire life time—clown-like. And on top of that, I had decided to look through my mother's lingerie draw for something to dress up in.

To say that I was humiliated growing up would be an understatement. My mom flashed that picture around more times than I cared to count. Many boyfriends were entertained with that picture, others, ran away.

I shrugged at the thought. Jacob wasn't running anywhere; at least I knew that much after our little talk yesterday.

"Molly, why don't you show Jacob up to the guest bedroom?" My mother pulled me out of my thoughts.

I looked at her and then back at Jacob with a small nod. The two of us walked in to the foyer and grabbed our things. Jacob followed behind me as we walked up the stairs to the rooms, I could feel his eyes on my backside and turned around quickly to catch him staring.

"Stop," I demanded giving him a pointed look.

His smoldering brown eyes snapped up to meet mine and gave me that quirky smile. His head tilted off to the side with that wolf-like grin in place.

"What?"

"You know what," I continued up the steps and to the spare room. I felt a blush creep on to my cheeks as he followed me in to the spare room, closing the door behind him. "Jacob Black," I narrowed my gaze.

"Yes, Molly Landon…" He dropped the luggage and placed his hands on my waist, leaning down slowly.

I felt my face flush and I couldn't help but feel the heat between us. I couldn't say what I really wanted to do to him, but I'm sure he could imagine. His lips brushed mine slowly, his fingers digging in to my hips. My back arched, making my chest crash in to his, causing the friction between us to thicken.

"Jacob," I breathed his name against his lips, and I felt his entire body tense up. He leaned his forehead against mine and gave me that wicked smile.

"Maybe we should play dress-up…." He proposed, his deep voice making the air between us vibrate.

My eyes grew wide and I gave him a swift smack on the chest, "You're bad…" I pointed to him.

"I never claimed to be good," He grinned back pressing his lips to mine to silence me.

I let him, I had been craving his lips since we stepped foot in Seattle. I had been so bothered by everything, that all I wanted was a hug from my mother, and a soothing kiss from my favorite wolf-boy.

He pulled away and I brushed his bangs out of his face, "I've been dying for that." I admitted.

"Me too," He laced his fingers behind my back, leaning back just a little so he could see my face. "Though, I'd still like to see what you'd look like in that blue number, now…" His lips pursed, trying to hold in his laughter.

"You're a perverse young man, Jacob Black…" I poked a finger in to his chest.

"I am a hormonal eighteen year-old, what more do you expect from me?" He questioned.

"Valid point,"

I wanted to stay like this—in his arms. No worries. Just us. I liked the sound of that. I wondered if I could just retire now, and be with Jacob all the time.

I inspected his face, wondering if he would get sick of me. Was that possible? Would he get sick of me after being with each other for an entire week, with no breaks? Would I get sick of him?

I was usually a very impatient person, and was bored easily. Most of my relationships didn't last long because I got bored quickly, though I had never dated a guy like Jacob, so I didn't expect to be bored any time soon.

"What are you thinking about?" He questioned me.

"Us," I responded almost automatically.

"Mmm, I like that answer." I laughed at him. "What about us?"

I couldn't help but make a strange face, looking up at him, "I was wondering if we would get sick of each other…"

The look he gave me was a cross between confusion and hurt. I didn't like that look. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek against his chest.

"I just meant, because we'll be with each other everyday-all day for the next week. I was afraid you'd get sick of me."

He laughed a little, "I could never get sick of you Molly Landon," He assured me. "You are far too entertaining… and if I keep finding pictures like that one…" He hoisted a thumb over his shoulder. "I'm sure I'll be far from bored."

Yeah, so I like Molly's mom... Julia is a free-spirit, tree-hugging, organic eating hippie. That's how I pictured her anyway. I can't wait for the next chapter, I think it's going to be interesting.