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Author's note: I have made this as creative and imaginative as possible and if it bears resemblance to any other fan-fiction story it is entirely coincidental. There is such a huge amount of Twilight fan-fiction out there that it would be impossible to trawl through it all to see if someone has already had this plot idea and I assure you that if there are any similarities to other Twilight fan-fic stories, they are completely unintentional and inadvertent.

A/N 2: Hey everyone! I apologize that Chapter Nineteen took a while to produce because my life is so busy! I hope you enjoy, and I'm already writing Chapter Twenty, so you won't have too long to wait. This story is nearing its conclusion and I have lots of drama planned. Enjoy. ^_^

Chapter Nineteen

– Obsession –

I was shaking when I paid for my groceries and headed to the car. Feeling vulnerable, I flipped the locks down as I sat in the supermarket parking lot and called Jacob. He didn't answer his phone and I felt a twist of panic-induced nausea in my stomach. I tried to slow my breathing but I was anxious and worried. I dialled his number again and this time he picked up on the second ring. I breathed a sigh of relief, "Jake, I need you."

"What's wrong?" he said immediately. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. The baby's fine. Don't worry. But I was out shopping and your ex accosted me."

"Rose?" I could hear the puzzlement in Jacob's voice.

"Yes," I replied. "She's jealous, very jealous in fact. She said some disturbing things."

"Like what?"

I took a deep breath before repeating the threatening words Rose had uttered just a short while ago. "She called me a home wrecker and said you would be better off without me, and that you would be, soon enough."

"What the hell is going on in that girl's mind?" Jacob snorted. "Don't worry about it, Bells. She's just jealous.."

"I'm not so sure about that, Jake. She was verbally threatening me. I think we should call the cops. I'm going to speak to Charlie about it."

Jacob sighed, "I really don't think that will be necessary, Bella."

"Why not?" You're not trying to protect your ex, are you?" I said, with an edge to my tone.

"Of course not. I just don't think we need to involve the law," Jacob said quickly. His tone softened: "You're the woman I want to protect. Rose means nothing to me now."

"You had better not let her hear you say that," I grinned. "She's certain I tricked you into marrying me, with my seductive vampire-like ways!"

Jacob snorted at that, "If she knows me as well as she claims to, she should know that vampires aren't very attractive to me!"

Jake sighed, thinking back to the days when he nearly lost his Bella to a life of cold eternity. He was frantic after Bella told him that Edward would change her after their marriage; frantic with grief that Bella would be lost to him forever. When Edward died, Jacob was caught in an excruciating dilemma between feeling upset for Bella, who retreated into a shell of alternate hysteria and numb shock, and feeling a strange gladness that Bella's plans of a vampire future were over. He wrestled with his thoughts during those weeks and months, feeling like a bad person because he wasn't sorry to see Edward gone but at the same time feeling terrible for feeling that way because Bella was suffering. He pulled himself out of his memories and looked at Bella, standing there in front of him, her sweet lips slightly parted and her round chocolate eyes looking up at him. His stomach twisted as he thought of how he nearly lost all this: Bella's pure, undiluted humanness, with her pink cheeks and her beautiful rounded belly, carrying their healthy child. He brushed a hair from Bella's cheek and bent to touch his lips to her forehead: "Rose is a deluded bitch, Bella. She wouldn't really do anything stupid."

I lay in bed that night, worrying. Jacob's words had done little to reassure me and I was unhappy with him for passing it off so lightly. If he had only witnessed Rose's outburst of threats himself, I was sure that he would have been as shocked as me. Jacob's snores were constant and I lay, staring at the ceiling. Eventually, I got frustrated at not being able to sleep, and then bored, so I got up and went down to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I looked out the kitchen window; it was four o'clock in the morning and the moon was only half full so the light outside was minimal. But beyond the dark shadows of Jacob's car and mine, I could have sworn I saw another, smaller shadow darting in between the cars. I rubbed my eyes and the shadow was gone.

"You're going nuts, Bella," I told myself firmly. I drank my tea and headed back up to bed. But before I reached the stairs, I noticed something pushed underneath the front door: a note, written on pink paper, with something stapled to the back. I flipped it over and gasped: a photo. It was a photo of Jake and Rose, his arm slung around her shoulders, laughing. Shaking, I read the note, which was addressed to me: "Jacob is mine", it read, "and you cannot take him away from me, no matter how much you try."