Hey people, sorry I haven't been able to upload the next chapter. I've been so busy with my studies, friends and boy trouble. So depressing :(.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the next chapter. I am currently starting Chap 3 :).Please tell me if you enjoy it. And I might continue, thankyou.

BTW, I don't own the Twilight characters, Stephenie M does. I just simply enjoy changing the end of Breaking Dawn :)

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"Bella." His voice awoke me from my slumber. "Bella."
I stretch out my limbs while taking a deep breath, the smell of cinnamon and melted butter fills my nose, Edward's cooking.
I am then roughly pulled from the safety of the bed covers.
"Edward, I wasn't finished." I whine, my voice full of sleep.
"Finished what, my love?" He asks setting me down in the middle of the kitchen.
"My beautiful dream." I yawn and stretch again. A pain between my legs makes me cringe. I guess last night was a little bit too much for me. "But I guess the real thing is better." I tease Edward by wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling myself to him.
"What did you dream about?" His cool breath tickles down my neck, giving me shivers.
"Just a little replay of last night." His cold arms crush me tighter to him.
"Sounds interesting." He chuckles and releases me.
Cinnamon pancakes with maple syrup and freshly squeezed orange juice was the feast that Edward prepared me for my breakfast.
"What hours are you working today, love?" Edward asked me as he piled the dishwasher with the dirty dishes he used to make me breakfast.
"I'm not working till this afternoon and then I have a late tutorial at seven." I stand up and head to the bathroom to change. But Edward stops me halfway for a sweet cool kiss.
I'm overwhelmed with waves of fresh lust as memories of last night play over in my mind. Edward's tongue licks at the right side of my mouth.
"Mmm," He hums. "You missed your mouth."
The blush returns on my face as I turn away from him and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand.
"It's okay, Bella. I got it for you." Edward smiles down at me, causing me to smile back.
"Do you like maple syrup, Edward?" I ask him, teasingly.
"Yes, very much." He leans in to brush his lips against mine. "Especially when it's on my wife's mouth."
Edward releases me so I can proceed to get ready for the day ahead.

I spend the first half of my morning attempting to learn the art of the piano with my God-like husband as my tutor.
"I can't do it." I repeat to Edward as he grabs my hands from my lap.
"Don't use that word, Bella." He told me off, I looked away shamefully. Cool fingers lift my chin up. "Please, try again. For me?" Edward begged and I just could not resist the hypnotic power of his eyes. I turn myself back to the ivory keys and begin playing Mary Had A Little Lamb just as Edward taught me. I sing along to the notes and I follow my hands very carefully with my eyes.

Ma-ry had a li-ttle lamb, li-ttle lamb, li-ttle lamb.
Ma-ry had a li-ttle lamb, it's fleece was white as snow.
Ev-ery where that Ma-ry went, Ma-ry went, Ma-ry went.
Ev-ery where that Ma-ry went, the lamb was sure to go.

"Bella, you did it." I look up at Edward and I am sure that my face is already a deep shade of red.I did it. I played Mary Had A Little Lamb on the piano.
"I did." My smile beams and Edward returns my smile with one of his breath-taking ones.I lean in closer wanting…no needing those beautiful lips he uses to smile with.
"Bella." Edward whispers as he turns around on the piano stool to face me, pulling my legs so I am straddling his spread legs.
"Yes, Edward?" I whisper back, almost breath-less from the closeness.
"You do know that, I love you, correct?" He looks away and then to me. I am confused by this.
"Of course, Edward. I love you too." I look into the endless depths of his golden orbs he has for eyes as I allow him to explore my thighs with his hands.
"I just need you to remember that, Bella." He says and immediately crushes his lips to mine.
Completely dazed and overly confused, I pull back from Edward's urgent lips. His eyes flutter open and they tighten as he stares at me.

The on campus bookstore I work at is swimming with students buying their next semesters textbooks early, as they are almost half the price. I've been on my feet practically all day and I had to miss my lunch break because of the mad rush. In between serving customers, placing books back in their correct sections, sweeping floors, dusting shelves, dealing with difficult customers and price checking I barely have time to even breathe.
"Bella!" Jenny, a work colleague screams at me from behind the counter. I drop the books I am currently unpacking from boxes and quickly run over to her to see what the problem is.
"Yes, Jenny?" I say as I reach her.
"Can you man the till, I have to make a phone call?" Jenny makes another excuse so she can go out the back and have a cigarette. I roll my eyes at her.
"Sure, but when you get back from you're little smoking session, I would like you to put away the new stock." I give her a quick smile as she turns around with a guilty look on her face. I fix the front desk up and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, catching a quick glance at Jenny as she retreats to the staff room.
"Hi, just this textbook for today?" I ask the next customer in line.
"Yes, please." He says handing me a textbook on mechanical technicians. I ring it up and place it in a bag.
"That's $87.95, thanks." I turn to look at him for the first time. Russet coloured skinned, dark buzz cut hair, overflowing pools of darkness for eyes, wearing a short sleeve shirt although it is freezing outside. I know this person. I've known them for practically my whole life.
"Jacob?" I gasp and it comes out just as a whisper.
"Hey, Bells." He grins at me, his tone so casual, so friendly. Jacob? It's Jacob, right? No one else calls me Bells. It's him. Oh, no. I've been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. I drop the book on the floor and it lands with an audible, wack.
I run out behind the counter and I am out the door in a flash. I continue to run towards my 'before transformation' car.
No bag. No keys. Great.
I run past my car sitting in the parking lot towards the main university building. I move with jelly legs to the female bathrooms.
Out of breath and on the edge of tears I curl up on a closed toilet seat as my emotions begin to bubble over. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't him. It was just my imagination.
But he was there. I saw him and I could feel him. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Jacob. My Jacob, no, not my Jacob.
He could have been my Jacob if I chose him. But I didn't, I picked Edward.
Yes, I loved Edward unconditionally. But, Jacob with his smile, his warmth, his kindness and his never ending love for me.
But did he still love me, now? It's been almost half a year since I last saw him. He could have imprinted. He could have moved on.
A part of me would be happy for him to have moved on, so he could be happy with someone else rather than being constantly hurt from my rejection. Yet, another part of me ached for him still, wanted him still, loved him still.
Stupid, Bella. I ran away from him, when I should have stayed. But instead I ran. Just like he ran away from me, when I needed him most.
"Jacob, Jacob, Jacob." I sobbed his name over and over as tears poured down my cheeks.
Thankfully I have my phone on me and I pull it out of my jeans pocket. I dial the first number that is on speed dial, Edward's.
One ring and he picks up.
"Bella? Is everything alright, love? I thought you were supposed to work till 5pm." His voice was full of worry and angst. I sniffle and wipe my nose on my sleeve.
"Edward." I sob his name.
"Yes, Bella? What's wrong?" He asks.
"It's….it's" I stumble over my words, not knowing how to tell him. "I need you Edward. Can you pick me up? I'm not feeling very well." I lie. Well, actually I'm not feeling well, at all. My stomach churns and I swallow back the vile that rises in my throat.
"Yes, love. I'll be there shortly. Where do you want me to collect you from?" He asks and I can hear him open a door.
"Out the front of the Medical building will be fine." I say not wanting to go anywhere near the bookstore, when…He is here.

Less than twenty minutes later I make my way to the Medical building after curling over in front of the bowl of one of the toilets. Approaching the building I see a very concerned looking Edward hiding in the shadows. I run into his waiting arms and the emotions I try to contain just bubble over and I sob into Edward's chest as he soothingly rubs my back.
"He's here isn't he?" I know who Edward speaks of and I can't do anything but nod. "I can smell his scent."
I continue to sob.
"I'm so sorry Bella. I should have warned you, or came with you or…done something." Edward puts the blame on himself. This bothers me. It is not his fault that Jacob decides to show up after all this time.
I pull back to look up at Edward with a tear streaked face.
"No, Edward. Don't blame yourself. I…I…" I am overwhelmed again and Edward pulls me closer.
"Hush, come on. Let's get you home to bed. You look like you've had a big enough day today. I'll call your lecturer asking to email the information on tonight's lecture for you." Edward releases me.
I nod and look up at Edward's face. He looks…different, somehow. I can't describe it, but he doesn't seem the same as this morning. His face is all scrunched up and his eyes look much darker, although I know he hunted only a few days ago.
Later that night, we are in the protective bubble of our bed, I lay on top of Edward wrapped in blankets to keep me warm. I retell the events of today for Edward and we discuss what might have happened that would make Jacob come looking for me after so many months of no contact.
"I don't understand, Edward. He was there, yet it didn't seem real. Why did he come to see me at work? He would have been able to track down where we lived. I just don't understand." A tear escapes my eye and rolls down my cheek, dripping onto Edward's bare chest. Edward kisses the top of my head as he thinks.
"It's because he knew you would be alone there." Edward's tone sounds chocked or strangled. I really wonder what he means. Alone? I wasn't alone. We were surrounded by people.
"But, I wasn't alone. The store was filled with people." I look up at Edward, his eyes soften and his hand comes to rest on my cheek.
"No, love. Not that kind of alone. I meant, you would be nowhere near me. He would have wanted to see you without me." Edward explains to me.
"Oh." I rest my head back on Edward's chest as his hand draws patterns on my back, attempting to soothe me. But my emotions are raw and confused. No amount of back rubbing from Edward could soothe me now.

After a while of not being able to sleep in the silence I ask Edward to sing for me. He does so willingly and soon enough his voice scares away the silence. But it's just not the same. The melody and notes are the same, but the way Edward hums each phrase of my lullaby, the feeling behind it…changes. It takes Edward three repeats of the lullaby before I am overtaken by a restless sleep.
I dream things that scare me, yet I can't comprehend what they mean. First, I am sitting in my lecture, taking down notes. The lecturer speaks slightly faster than usual and it is hard to keep up with his hurried pace. He stops as someone enters the lecture late and takes a seat directly behind me. Overwhelming heat fills the space of the lecture hall and I pause my note taking to shrug off my jacket. A short while after taking off my jacket, silence fills the lecture hall and I look up from my notes. Fear fills the pit of my stomach as I realise I am in the silent room alone. I look around and notice empty chairs, with notebooks still sitting on the fold out desks. It's as if everyone just….disappeared.

A tap on my right shoulder causes me to jump up from my seat and spin around to face the person who tapped me. He stares back at me as my heart beat slows after the adrenaline jolt from being scared.
"Jacob." I whisper and he grins.
"Hey Bells." He stands up, his height over towering me and I gulp feeling strangely frightened around him.
I just stare at him, not knowing what to say or do. He takes a step toward me, and cautiously reaches his arm out, cradling my face in his large palm. Warmth covers my cheek and I smile back at him, the fear gone.
"Bells." He whispers and I close my eyes allowing the distance between us to disappear as if the past few months never happened.
His hand disappears from my cheek and I am suddenly cold again.
"Bella." His voice changes as my eyes open and I look into cold dark eyes.
"Edward?" Jacob just disappeared and I am then standing in front of what looks like my husband, "Where's..." I trail off, staring at Edward. He looks completely different, but still the same. Every feature of his beautiful face is the same, even his bronze hair. Everything is the same, but his eyes. They are cold and black as they stare at me and a cold shiver runs down my spine…

Oooo....so if I were to be reading this and not know what was going to happen next, I would ask questions like this, "Why is Edward different?" "What does Jacob want?" "Why is Bella having these dreams?" etc.

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