The characters in this story are from my favorite books, the Twilight Series, by the talented Stephenie Myers, and her copy write of the characters is implied.
A/N- Thank you to everyone who has been providing feedback. I hope that you continue to enjoy the story.
Chapter 29: Waking up
Aunt Rosalie ran from the room, and threw the door shut behind her.
My father threw me up against the closed door, and threw himself in front of me, with his arms spread out to protect me. The weight of Jacob in his wolf form crushed the bed, and then he bit the mattress with his teeth and threw it across the room.
"Jacob," I yelled from behind my father, "I am OK. I am here. It's all over. Please calm down. I love you, everything is alright."
Jacob, still in his large russet wolf form looked over at the doorway, and saw me stuggling to get free from behind my father's protective grasp. He turned his large canine head up to the side, looking confused, and then I saw his tail wag, signaling his recognition of where he ws. He walked over to Dad and me, still in his wolf form, and put his head down so I could pet him. I placed the palm of my hand to his face and told him to phase back, that I love him, and the everything is alright.. He walked back to this middle of the room and phased back to human. Jacob crumpled to the floor. I pushed past my father and ran to Jacob, scooping him up in my arms.
"Carlisle," Dad called down the hallway as he opened the door.
"I love you Jacob," I said through tears of joy, "I love you so much. I thought I lost you."
"Nessie," he said, it was the most beautiful sound in the world after not hearing his voice for three days.
"Yes my Jacob, I am here. Everything is alright now, we are both home, we are both safe. Aro, Nahuel, Demetri and Felix are all dead. We are together and we are safe."
"Nessie," Jacob asked, cradling my face in his hands, "Are you OK? What did they did to you? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine Jacob," I said, which was mostly true, "But you are the one who was in a Coma for almost 3 days, how are you?"
Grandpa Carlisle walked into the room. "Jacob, I am glad to see you awake. I just want to check you out, make sure that you do not have any permanent damage."
"Sure, Sure," Jacob replied.
"Uh, you may feel more comfortable if you had some clothes on," Grandpa Carlisle said, then asked me, "Nessie, why don't you get him a pair of shorts." Reluctantly, I walked out of the room and into my parents' room to grab a pair of shorts for Jacob.
As I walked back, Aunt Rosie was standing in the hallway, waiting to talk to me. "How are you sweetheart," she asked me, with concern clouding her voice. "I want you to know that I am here for you, if you want to talk. I was also the victim of a sexual attack, and I know how it can affect you. It was my attack that led me to be changed by Carlisle. You may have feelings or thoughts that you want to talk about in the coming weeks, and I am here for you if you need me. I know that right now you are just relieved that Jacob is alright, but the trauma of what happened to you, may sneak up on you, and if it does, I am here for you, always Nessie."
I gave her a big hug and thanked her. I really did not want to talk about what happened to me at all, especially after reliving the images to trigger Jacob to phase. To get out of talking about this subject anymore, I motioned to the shorts I was holding in my hands, and I made my way back into Grandpa's study. I handed the shorts to my father, who was standing in the doorway, and then waited until my Dad gave me the OK to come back in. I wasn't sure if my Mom's shield was up or not, so I made every effort to block my previous images of Jacob naked from my mind, but reciting the Gettysburg Address backwards.
The hospital bed, which was now severely mangled, was being pushed over to the side of the room by Dad, while Grandpa Carlisle was checking Jacob's vitals. Jacob smiled at me as soon as he saw me enter the room, and he motioned for me to come sit next to him on the floor.
"Good Morning Nessie," Jacob said, and kissed me on the cheek, as grandpa Carlisle took his blood pressure.
I threw my arms around him, tears streaming down my face, and said, "You can never do that to me again Jacob. I was so worried I was going to loose you, and it all would have been my fault."
"Your fault," Jacob snapped, "This was not your fault in anyway. You were an innocent victim."
"I wasn't saying that the kidnapping or anything else was my fault," I clarified, "But you got hurt trying to save me. I couldn't have took much more of you being in a coma. Dad came up with the idea of giving you a nightmare so that you would phase."
"Was that just a nightmare, or did that really happen," Jacob asked.
"It did actually happen, Jacob. But I will be fine. I have you, and I will be fine," I replied.
Grandpa Carlisle released Jacob's arm from the blood pressure cuff, and instantly he was holding me cradled in his arms.
"All his vitals appear to have returned to normal," Grandpa Carlisle said, "but I want you to take it easy for the next few days. You are the first werewolf that I am aware of to survive a Vampire bite."
"How did I manage to survive again," Jacob asked.
"Dad sucked the venom out. I went to do it myself, but he was afraid that the venom could have been poisonous for me, so he did it himself," I answered.
"Seems like less than a decade ago that we were enemies," Jacob said coyly.
"Yeah and now you are about to become my son," Dad replied with a smile on his face.
"Thank you Edward, there are no word…" Jacob started to say, but Dad cut him off.
"No Jacob, like I said, you are my son now, I would never let anything happen to you," he replied.
"Are you two going to start making out, because I am going to throw up," Uncle Emmett yelled from the hall, and as he walked into the room, he started putting his finger down his throat like he was trying to gag himself.
"Well if you guys are all finshed being disgustingly mushy, I have a present for my niece and her future husband that I would like to show them," Uncle Emmett said.
"We are all done here," Grandpa said.
"Good then follow me," Uncle Emmett said as he walked out of the room, and down the stairs into the living room.
In the far corner of the room, where the computers used to be kept, was now a large sectioned off room. The room was beautifully decorated in earth tones, very different from the rest of the house. The bed was walnut wood, with intricate carvings of wolves and deer on the headboard. The walls were forest green, with white trim. As with all south facing rooms in the house, there was a wall of glass which looked out into the backyard, but it had a beautiful set of Walnut shutters inside, which blocked people from seeing in, while allowing some sunlight to flow in. The west wall had his' and her's closets, and the East Wall had a large white leather sofa, with walnut endtables on each side.
"It's so beautiful," I said. I turned around and gave Uncle Emmett a hug. I noticed that Grandma Esme also was now standing there, so I hugged her too, knowing that she must have been responsible for most of the decorating.
"Thank you," Jacob said genuinely, then he punched Uncle Em in the shoulder, and gave Grandma a hug.
"You are both very welcome," Grandma said, "We are all just so happy that you are both OK. Our family is complete again."
Grandma and Uncle Emmett made their way to the door, and descretely closed it behind them. Before I could take a step, Jacob scooped me up, and sat me on his lap on the sofa.
"So how is my beautiful Nessie, really," he asked.
"Much better now that I have you back," I replied.
"Do you want to talk about what happened to you," he asked, with concern flooding his voice. It was obvious that he didn't want to pry, but also obvious that he wanted to know the extent to which I was violated.
"Really, I showed you all of it before you woke up. I really don't want to talk about it," I replied, and then added, "I am still a virgin. Thanks to you, he didn't make it that far, but it was close."
"Nessie," he said as he shook his head, "Thank God we made it there in time. Are you OK with me holding you like this," he added as he continued to have me sit in his lap and cradle me to his chest.
"What kind of a stupid question is that," I snapped, "Of course its OK for you to hold me. I want you to hold me. It is the only time that I feel safe Jacob, even before I was kidnapped. I need you by me all the time."
He leaned his head down, moved one of his hands into my hair, and kissed me forcefully. Our tongues gently caressed each others, and probed deeper and deeper into each other's mouths.
"Jacob," I said, as we came up for air, "My two biggest fears when I was kidnapped were that I was never going to see you again, or that you would get killed trying to save me. I feel so blessed that neither of those scenarios happened. I have you, and you are all that I need for a happy eternity."
I heard Jacob's stomach growl, loudly. "Are you hungry," he asked.
"Yeah, let's go eat, because I have plans for this afternoon," I replied.
"What, more wedding planning with your Aunt," he smirked.
"No," I replied, and whispered into his ear, " I want to thoroughly break in this room."
"We could always just make sandwiched quick and head back into the room," he said, with a big smile on his face.
"Sounds good to me," I tried to reply, but he already had lifted me off of the sofa and was sprinting full speed for the kitchen.