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29. CONVERSATION

I didn't know how to respond to that. Bella wants to have a baby. "Umm… Ok? Are you… able to do that?" And of course, by 'that' I mean impregnate the girl I used to love.

Edward just stared into my eyes for a few moments. "No. I cannot."

"And how exactly am I supposed to…" And then it hit me. The full force of an eighteen-wheeler slammed into me at the realization of what Edward wanted me to do. What would solve both Bella's and my own problem.

Our want to have children.

Edward wants me and Bella to have a kid.

"You want me to… with Bella…? Are you crazy? Please tell me you're joking." I could not believe what Edward had in mind. It didn't make sense for him to have come up with such an idea.

His eyes told me he was not joking. Not in the slightest. "I can't tell you that, Jacob, because I'm not. I think you and Bella should have a child. I mean, think about it. She wants to be a mother, you want to be a father. It makes perfect sense."

"No. It doesn't. I am happily married to the love of my life, so are you. It does not make sense to want me to… fuck your wife!" I didn't like being so blunt especially when talking about Bella, but I had to try to get across to Edward.

He looked at me in disgust. "I'm not asking you to…" He stopped. I don't think Edward has ever swore once in his life. "I just think you and Bella… could have a night alone together. You can finally live out those fantasies you have."

"Had Edward. Those fantasies I had. In case you haven't read my thoughts since I imprinted on Terry, I have never once thought about Bella in that way. I don't want to. The only person I want to have sex with his Terry."

"It's no use lying to me, Jacob. I can read your thoughts. I know what you're thinking. You're considering it." He crossed his arms over his chest victoriously, except he wasn't winning.

There was no contest. "Don't feed me your bullshit 'I-know-you-better-than-you-know-yourself'. You don't know me at all if you ever think I would do that to Terry. Do you honestly believe I would subject him to your crazy plan?"

"So the only reason you won't is because you're afraid of what Terry might think?"

"No! I won't do it because I love him and am completely faithful to him. And Bella is your wife!" I started growing agitated with this conversation.

Edward's eyes locked on mine. "If Terry wasn't here, if you hadn't imprinted on him, would you do it?"

"I… Edward, don't do this. You're trying to trap me into saying something. This is not going to happen. I'm sorry." I apologized but my fists were clenched.

"You didn't answer my question. If Terry was not in the equation, you would do it, correct?" His determination was infallible.

"Edward, stop. I'm not pla-"

"Would you do it if Terry was not-"

"Yes! Alright?" I have a tendency to say things without thinking. It happens a lot. "That doesn't… It doesn't change anything…"

"So you are going to let Terry be the reason you are miserable?" His words were as cold as his skin.

"What?"

"Because of Terry, you cannot have children and your dream of being a father can't happen. I'm giving you an option to fulfill that dream, Jacob." This was the Edward I knew. The Edward I was raging war against for Bella to see what a lunatic he was.

In an instant my hand was locked around Edward's throat, lifting him a good foot off of the ground. All I could see was redness. "Don't you ever insinuate that Terry is the cause of any unhappiness in my life. Yes. I cannot have kids because I am with him. Does that mean I'm going to leave him for the chance to do it? Of course not. I'm not that-"

The next thing I knew I was on the ground looking up at the sky. I lifted my head up to see what the Hell hit me and saw Emmett standing in front of Edward. "Emmett, please. Jacob and I are having a conversation. That was not necessary."

"Dude, he had his hand around your neck. What kind of conversation is that?"

I picked myself off the ground, a sharp pain in my chest. Probably a few broken ribs. "Of course! Edward can't fight his own battles. He needs help from his monkey of a brother."

"This isn't a battle, Jacob. I'm just explaining to you a way to get what you want." He turned to Emmett. "Please, go inside. It's fine."

Emmett looked between me and Edward a few times before doing what he was told.

"This isn't what I want. I don't want a kid. This is a way to get what you want, not caring about how it might effect those around you. Don't try to play innocent. I can see through your shit. I always have." I remained where I was about fifteen feet away from Edward, I didn't want to kill him. At least not now.

He stared back at me, obviously probing my mind for something. Once he found what he was looking for, I notice a slight smile cross his lips. "Fine. Have a good day at work, Jacob." And with that, he turned and walked into his house.

"What the fuck? Whatever." I inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, climbing into my car. As I backed out into the street, Edward's words started to take their toll on my mind. "I do want kids, but… I couldn't do that to Terry… No! It's not that I'd be doing anything to Terry, I just don't want to! I'm happy with my life as it is!"

I sped down the road towards La Push on my way to Paul's newly opened garage. "I'm happy with my life… Right…?"