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Bella's P.O.V.

I told Edward that I did want to lose the baby later that day. He was… happy. That much I could tell. He went to tell the others right after I told him Rosalie went crazy, but I told her that I didn't want it anymore. We all managed to back her down, and she grudgingly agreed. I could tell that she was back to hating me. Jacob was gone. He'd left because I'd told him to.

Then I couldn't stop thinking about Jake. Everything that he'd told me was right. Edward would get tired of me. Did I really want that? I probably wouldn't survive long enough to know if I kept the baby. But I wasn't going to. And what would happen if I stayed with Edward after? He'd change me, and then we wouldn't be able to start a family. I didn't want to be like Esme, Rosalie, and Alice, constantly yearning for a baby. I wanted a family. I really did love Edward, but… things wouldn't end up good between us. I knew it. And I loved Jacob, too. He could give me what I wanted…

Was I willing to give Edward up and leave with Jacob?

I didn't know.

Jacob's P.O.V.

"Hell yeah, Bella isn't gonna go vamp on us!" my cousin Quil Ateara hollered, bumping fists with our friend Embry.

I rolled my eyes at them. "Chill, that part's not for sure yet. Where's Sam?" I asked, looking around Emily Young's house. She was Sam's fiance, so he had to be around here somewhere.

Embry grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter. "He and Em aren't home. Your dad is, though. You should go see him. He's worried about you, Jake. Go tell him the good news. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear it," Embry nodded toward the open door.

I became uncertain. I hadn't seen my dad in a long time and he'd be mighty glad to hear about Bella… "Alright, tell Sam I was here, and that I want to talk. Tell him to call me as soon as he gets home so that we can meet up."

"Sure thing, boss," Quil gave me a weird little military salute and Embry snickered.

I rolled my eyes again, stepping out into the rain. Man, these guys couldn't take anything seriously.

When I got to my dad's home, (I couldn't really call it my home anymore, could I?), I was real hesitant. I was in front of the door, debating on whether or not I should not or just come in. I was about to raise my hand to knock on the door when a surprised voice spoke behind me.

"Jacob?" It was my dad, Billy Black. I slowly turned to face my dad, looking down at him in his wheelchair. I nearly jumped when I saw who was behind the wheelchair. Charlie was staring at me, wide-eyed, his hands gripping the wheelchair's handlebars.

"Hey, dad. Charlie," I greeted them awkwardly, rubbing the nape of my neck with my hand. My dad smiled at me, his eyes crinkling around the corners.

"Jake, go inside. We can talk there. Charlie, you mind picking Sue up by yourself? I would like to have a word with my son," my dad spoke to Charlie without ever turning his eyes away from me.

Charlie seemed like he wanted to stay, probably to talk to me about Bella, since they were telling him that she was "sick" and that he couldn't see her, but He didn't object. "Okay, Billy. I'll be back soon. Take care, Jake," Charlie still seemed pretty damn shell-shocked.

I nodded. "Later, Charlie," I replied. Charlie headed back to the cruiser and then it was just my dad and me. I couldn't meet his eyes. I knew that he knew that I'd begun my own pack. I just didn't know if he was disappointed in me. This sucked.

"Why don't you wheel me inside, son?" my dad suggested, shifting in his wheelchair. I obeyed, walking up behind him and grabbing the handlebars. I slowly pushed him inside the house that I'd grown in my whole life. A house that I no longer lived in because I was no longer welcomed in it. At least that's what I thought. I pushed my dad into the living room, like I always did, and then went to sit on the couch. My dad went right to business.

"How have you been, Jake? How is Bella?"

I sighed. "Well… I've been okay. I want you to know that I'm taking care of Leah and Seth, I have their backs and they have mine. Tell Sue that. I don't want her thinking that they're suffering or something. And Bella's actually awesome, dad. She, ah… don't take this the wrong way, dad, just hear me out. Bella's gonna have a baby with the bloodsucker," a quick look at my dad's face confirmed what I thought would be his reaction. He look like he was gonna have an aneurism, so I quickly continued, "Relax, dad. Edward and I managed to convince her not to have it, and I'm pretty sure that she's gonna have it taken out. Everything's great with her. There might even be a possibility of…" I trailed off. I was getting my hopes up. Why would she choose me over Edward? She didn't choose me before, so what made me think she'd choose me now?

My dad frowned and urged me to continue, "There might be a possibility of what, Jake?"

"I sorta told her that if she wanted a baby, maybe we could…. ah, forget it." I was blushing, knowing that I sounded stupid.

My dad was staring at me almost pityingly. "Now, Jake, I don't want you to get your hopes up. She's married to Edward now, and happily. Even if she does get that thing out before it kills her, she'll probably still choose him, as much as I hate to say it. I want you to look for other girls out there; I want to see you happy again. Bella does not deserve your love, Jake," he said, his dark eyes boring into mine steadily.

"Thanks, dad. You're probably right. I just came by to tell you that I'm okay and that Seth and Leah are okay. I gotta go now. I don't want to still be here when Charlie returns. I'll drop by some other time to update you, okay?" I stood up.

Dad smiled, "Just take care, Jake. Be careful around them," he added. And I knew which them he was talking about. The bloodsuckers.

I nodded once. "I will, dad. See you later," I said, already opening the door and jogging out without waiting for him to reply.

*Okay, here's another update. There's gonna be a lot of drama to come :) I hope you like it*