A/N Twilight & all its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

BPOV

I opened my eyes to see the sun shining through my bedroom window.

"Happy Birthday," a quiet musical voice said from the rocking chair behind me. I rolled over slowly, my heart pounding, and choked on my own scream. Sitting in the rocking chair was Edward. The early morning sun was making his pale skin sparkle like red carpet at the academy awards.

I awoke with a start and immediately rolled over to check the rocking chair. No sparkling vampire occupied it; the sun wasn't even shining.

Thank God, I thought, breathing a huge sigh of relief.

I lay in bed a while longer thankful that it was Saturday. Once my heart stopped racing and my hands had stopped shaking, I hopped out of bed and went downstairs.

I heard pans banging and Charlie cursing at something in the kitchen. I stood in the doorway and watched as he set a frying pan on fire; acrid smoke and the stench of burnt eggs filled the kitchen. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and doused the flames.

"Thanks Bells," Charlie said, embarrassed.

I surveyed the mess he'd made, "Dad, what are you doing?"

Charlie looked around sheepishly, "Well damn it, I was trying to make you a birthday breakfast."

I smiled and hugged him, "Aww, thanks Dad."

"Well now, you're welcome. Go get dressed; I'll take you to the diner for breakfast."

The diner was Charlie's favorite place to eat. He came here everyday for lunch, even though I made him lunch everyday. I think if they'd let him, he'd sleep in the back room. The diner was mildly crowded this morning, a row of old men were perched on their stools at the counter with their coffees and newspapers spread out in front of them; passing sections back and forth like old women at a book swap. Charlie led the way to his booth and sat down. Pam, the diner owner's daughter greeted us, "Good morning Chief; Happy Birthday Bella." I smiled and mumbled my thanks and we ordered our breakfast.

"So where's Jake taking you tonight?" he asked pouring creamer into his coffee.

"Port Angelis," I said playing with my straw.

Charlie nodded, "What are you guys gonna do?"

"We are going to see that new movie about robot aliens," I rolled my eyes.

"Jeez, it was real nice of Jake to let you pick," Charlie said sarcastically.

"I did pick, Dad."

"Oh. Okay. Why do you want to see that? I didn't take alien robots to be your thing."

"Jake wants to see it. Really wants to see it. He's been talking about it forever; it'll make him happy. And besides, there's really nothing else I want to see."

As Charlie got up to pay the bill, Craig Schaffer, our neighbor from across the street approached him, "Uh Chief, I hate to interrupt your breakfast, but can I speak with you for a minute?"

Charlie looked at me, "Go," I said, waving him away.

He and Craig moved toward the bathrooms. I could hear Craig going on about stolen clothes; his high pitched voice making it easy to hear him over the noise in the diner.

"Calm down Craig," Charlie said slipping into his official Chief voice, "I can't help you if you can't calm down and tell me what's going on."

Craig lowered his voice and continued his tale of woe. When Charlie came back to the table he looked irritated.

"You ready?" he asked. I nodded and scrambled out of the booth after him.

"Is everything okay?" I asked once we'd gotten into the cruiser.

"No. Damn kids broke into Craig's house; twice. Said they stole some of his clothes."

Jakes voice floated through my head, "I can smell it, but it smells wrong."

If Edward had broken into the Schaffer's and stolen Craig's clothes that would explain why it smelled wrong to Jacob; I chewed on my lip, why couldn't he leave me alone? Why did he have to come back now? Why even bother coming back at all? By the time Charlie pulled up to the curb I was beyond pissed.

"Sorry Bells," he said, "I gotta go down to the station and file that complaint for Craig."

"It's okay Dad, I understand. If you're not back by the time I leave, I'll see you when I get home."

"Okay kiddo. Have fun; and happy birthday."

I stood on the sidewalk and waved to Charlie. After he turned the corner I stalked off toward the woods. I stood in the yard and yelled out, "EDWARD CULLEN!" at the top of my lungs.

The woods were quiet, "I know you're out there; watching me, breaking into my house, my neighbor's house." I stood there enraged, but hoping Edward didn't come strolling out of the woods. Maybe if Jake was with me I could face him, but I definitely didn't want to do it alone.

"You're a coward," I yelled, "Stay out of my house. Stop taking pictures of me. Just leave me the hell alone!"

I turned to go back inside when I saw Jake leaning against the hood of the Rabbit.

"Feel better?" he called.

I sat down on the hood next to him, "I don't know if he's out there, but yea. I feel better. As a matter of fact," I climbed onto his lap, facing him, "I can show you how much better I'm feeling."

Jake grabbed my waist, his mouth hovered above mine.

"How much is that?" he asked, his warm breath washing over my face.

I leaned down and grasped his face between my hands; my eyes locked on his, and pressed my lips to his. I felt the warmth, and moved my lips, our tongues touched, moving in a harmonized rhythm. I moved my hands from his face and raked them through his hair, twisting strands around my fingers, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Jake submitted and leaned back against the windshield pulling me back with him. He pulled me closer to him, my breath caught in my throat, my pulse raced, the only thing I could hear was my blood roaring in my ears, I couldn't breathe and I was starting to get dizzy. Jacob pulled his head back and looked at me, "Happy birthday," he said laughing.

I laughed too; here we were, making out like two horny teenagers on the hood of his car in the middle of the street. I kissed his red and swollen lips.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

I slid off his lap and onto the ground, "Yup. I just want to grab my coat."

Jake threw his arm around my shoulders, "Grab a blanket too, and your keys. There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight."

I grabbed the faded afghan off the back of the couch and my keys. "That's cool. Will we be able to see it?" I asked, sliding my arms into my coat.

"It's supposed to be clear tonight. We'll park down at the beach and see if we can see it."

I handed Jake the keys and he opened the passenger door for me. As we drove to Port Angelis he asked why I'd been screaming at the woods.

"I'm just tired of it. You know if he's gonna hide out in the woods and take pictures of me, find. There's nothing I can do about it; but he doesn't have to send them to me. There's no point. I mean all he's doing is showing me how happy I am with you." I grabbed Jakes hand, "it just doesn't make any sense."

Jacob listened quietly, letting me vent, "Maybe I should just go out there and tell him to leave me alone."

Jacob tensed, "Maybe we should just forget about it for today. It's your birthday; you shouldn't be bothered by all this."

I had quietly endured the alien robot movie. It turned out to actually be pretty good. As we were walking back to the truck Jacob asked how I had liked it.

"It wasn't as dumb as I thought it would be. Though there were some parts that didn't make any sense."

"Didn't you see the first one?"

I shook my head, "Nope. I didn't even know that was part two."

"Bells, it was called Diesel Machination 2."

I blushed. "I didn't pay much attention to the name," I said sheepishly.

"You're a tard," he said throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"I know you said you didn't want anything; but I saw it in the used bookstore and it was too good to pass up." Jacob opened the truck and pulled a square package out of the folds of his coat.

"Here," he said, handing it to me.

It was shaped like a book; a thick, heavy book. I tore the paper off and looked at the cover. It was a copy of Wuthering Heights.

"Check out the inscription."

I opened the book and flipped to the first page. Scribbled in a foreign language was, 'Al mio Bella sul suo compleanno. Ti amo.'

I looked at Jake, "What's it say?"

"To my Bella on her birthday. I love you. I had to ask the clerk in the store what it meant. I thought it was fitting. Your favorite book with a personalized Italian inscription."

I ran my fingers over the indented words; tears welled up in my eyes, "Thank you. I love it. I love you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it."

I held the book to my chest and got into the truck. Jake went around and got in, "You hungry?"

I nodded and we stopped for tacos on our way back to First Beach.

There were a few people already in the parking lot, and even more out on the beach even though it wasn't quite dark yet.

"I think we'll hang out up here," he said and spread the afghan down in the bed of the Chevy. I climbed in and rested my head on his chest. I stared up at the twilight sky.

"Okay, I know we said we weren't gonna talk about this, but I know why you said you could smell vamp but it smelled wrong. He's been stealing clothes from my neighbor. Craig came up to Charlie this morning while we were having breakfast at the diner."

"Well that makes sense. He's trying to mask his scent. He knows we're together; he was trying to throw me off. How many times has he broken into your neighbors?"

"Twice. Craig said that he thought some neighborhood kids broke in and stole his clothes. So as far as I know, Edward's definitely been in my room twice; the morning he bumped my desk, and then again later that same day when he left the pictures."

"The letter came from him too," Jake said quietly.

"How do you know?"

"The other night I asked Charlie if he could find them for me. He said he already knew where they were. Seems Carlisle was in the paper the other day for rescuing some missing hikers in the woods near Bangor."

"You told Charlie?!?!" I couldn't believe he'd done that after I adamantly told him not to.

"No, I didn't. I just asked him if he could find people since he's a cop and all."

"Damn it Jake. I said not to involve Charlie."

"Bella, he's been watching you since you got home from Phoenix. There was a year's worth of pictures taped to the wall in his bedroom. What was I supposed to do? Sit back and wait for the son of a bitch to drag you out your bedroom window one night? This has got to stop; he's gone crazy or something and its not gonna be much long till he does something really drastic. And I'll be damned if you think I'm going to sit idly by while it happens."

I wiped away my tears with the sleeve of my coat, "Your right," I sniffled, "I'm sorry. I'm just scared. I don't like being stalked. It's not fun."

EPOV

I wasn't supposed to be on Quileute land but a damn werewolf was hugging and kissing on my girl; their damn treaty could go straight to hell. I raised the camera to my eye and gazed through the viewfinder. Beautiful Bella with moonlight in her hair entered the frame. I clicked off a few shots; I'd have to wait till later to develop them, but hopefully her pet dog had stayed out of the frame. He was really beginning to become rather irksome. Him and his little friend in my room, touching my photos. It pissed me off. But tonight I just watched. His time was coming. Once Bella saw me, she'd drop him like a bad habit. I lowered the camera and turned to head back toward my house.

Damn vampire had to go and ruin her birthday…just wait till I get my hands on him, Jacob thought.

I chuckled, a low menacing sound. In your dreams pup, I thought, in your dreams.

You guys totally rock for not biting my head off about the Jacob imprinting on Bella...now to answer a few questions…

If Jake imprinted on Bella, shouldn't she automatically be feeling the same for him? IMO...No...before he turned werewolf, Jake was always there for Bella, then after he imprinted on her he would still be there for her, his loyalty to her would have just been deeper…she knew he cared about her, why else would he stay with her, but nothing else really would have changed. With that kind of loyalty its hard not to fall for Jake.

How is he masking his scent?

Hopefully this chapter answered that question

Is he in her room every night?

No. He was in her room the night he bumped the desk, and then later that day…when he left the photos

Why did he screw up last night?

I know you shouldn't assume, but I'm guessing you mean, why did he bump her desk? He did that on purpose…I can't tell you why right now (it would spoil the story) but there was a reason for bumping the desk..

Why is he suddenly making himself known?

I swear I will answer that...in due time…

And please forgive my Italian...its a bit rusty