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2. GRIEVE

I guessed Jacob could feel my tension. He started to rub his hands up and down the sides of my arms. "I'll help you tell your mom, if you'll come with me to tell mine."

I stared at him, confused. To the best of my knowledge his mother had died in a car crash when he was young. The same car crash that paralyzed his father. "But Jacob…"

He smiled and stared off into the distance. "I know. I still visit her grave though. I tell her about important events in my life." Jacob looked back at me. "I haven't been to see her since I met you though. So we're in roughly the same boat."

I felt a little uncomfortable with the idea, but if Jacob wanted me to go with him then I would. "Alright."

As Jacob drove us to his mother's cemetery, I watched him out of the corner of my eye. His eyes weren't bright and cheery like they had been, they were now soft and sad. I've seen Jacob cry before, but this was the first time he ever seemed so vulnerable.

I reached out and grabbed his hand. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand.

When we got to the cemetery, we walked hand in hand over to his mother's grave. He motioned for me to wait while he walked over and knelt down in front of the headstone. With a weak smile, he reached out and touched the marble. "Hi, Mom."

I could feel my heart breaking for Jacob as I watched him talk to his mother.

"A lot has happened since the last time I talked to you… That was when Bella went to Italy for Edward, right?" He stared at the stone, as if expecting an answer. When he got nothing, he continued. "I've imprinted, Mom. I fell in love with the most wonderful person I've ever met. I've fallen harder for him than I did for Bella if you could believe that."

I continued to listen in silence, moved to tears by his words.

"Well, there's no other way to say this, so I'll just say it. It's a guy, and at first it bothered me. None of us in the pack even knew we could imprint on a guy, but the second time I saw him at my house… I knew I couldn't live without him." He looked up at me through tear streaked eyes and motioned for me to come over to him. I walked over and knelt next to him. Jacob wrapped an arm around my waist. "This is Terry. The love of my life."

I looked at the head stone and the name engraved. 'Sarah Black'. I wondered what she looked like, if she had Jacob's eyes. "Hello… I'm Terry. I umm… I just want you to know that I love your son very much." I swallowed hard, hoping that where ever she was, she would accept me as her son's lover. I was never one to believe in the afterlife, but something about how Jacob 'talked' to his mother made me want to believe.

Jacob squeezed me tightly to him. "We've had some rough times, but it's only made our relationship stronger. And here's the best news. We're engaged."

He grabbed my hand and ran his thumb over the engagement ring. I felt a droplet of water hit my hand and looked up at Jacob. He was smiling, but tears were dripping from his face.

With my free hand, I reached up and wiped away his tears. I hated to see Jacob so broken up like that. I took one of his hands and kissed his palm. He squeezed my hand tightly and then asked me to wait for him in the car. As I walked over towards the car I could still hear Jacob talking. "He's a really great guy, Mom… You would've liked him."

I sat in the passenger seat and cradled my head in my hands. I sat there and wept for Jacob. I wept for his loss. Seeing Jacob cry as he talked to his mother, really made me feel like an idiot for not telling my mom. My mom may not like that I'm with a guy, but she's at least still alive. Jacob doesn't have a mother anymore and it made me realize that there were worse things to live through than telling your mom that you're engaged to a guy.

After a few more minutes, Jacob opened his car door and sat inside. We were both very quiet for a long time, before I looked up at him and saw his eyes were red from crying. He reached over and hugged me tightly to him. "Thank you for being here with me…"

"Jacob… I'm so sorry…" I buried my head into his chest.

We hugged in silence for a long time. Neither of us said anything, because if we did, we would inevitably start crying.

After we were done hugging, Jacob drove us both home. He sat back on the couch like we were before we left, and I sat in his lap again, leaning on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and it felt like he was comforting me, when he was the one who I thought needed comforting. "Jacob… Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"It's kind of a weird personal question…" I didn't want to put him on the spot.

"That's fine. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you."

"What was your mother like?" I waited for an answer, hoping my question wouldn't make him go to places he didn't want to be.

His arms tightened around me. "I don't remember much about her, only things that Dad tells me. I was very young when she died. What I do remember, is her eyes and her smile. She had the deepest brown eyes that were so filled with love, and a perfect smile that just effected everyone else. When she smiled, you couldn't help but smile too."

I smiled to myself, because he had basically just explained himself. "You know, Jacob. I could say the same thing about you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I love your eyes." I turned my head to look into his eyes. "They're so beautiful and loving. Every time I feel sad, I can look into your eyes and I feel so much better. And your smile…" I laughed a little. "The first few nights I spent with you, I thought the same thing about your smile. Every time you smiled, I couldn't help but smile back."

Jacob stared into my eyes. "Thank you… That means a lot to me… I loved my mom so much, and to know that I'm like her is such a great feeling."

I smiled and laid my head back on his chest.

We remained laying on the couch together for a while, and then Jacob moved his arm. When he brought his arm back, he handed me the phone. "It's your turn."