(Natalie's POV)
After lunch, Paul drove me and the girls back home. He gave me a hug and helped me take the girls inside. I shuffled through my purse to find the key, but, before I grabbed it, Jacob opened the door. I looked up at him with a smile and pecked his lips.

"Thanks, babe."
Jacob took Tianna's car seat out of Paul's hand with a nod. "See you later."

Paul grunted a good-bye and walked away. Jacob led me inside, his hand on the small of my back, and closed the door behind us.

The car ride put Taylor and Tianna to sleep, so Jacob and I were able to put the girls down for their naps. I felt exhausted as we walked into the living room. I plopped down on the couch and closed my eyes. Jacob sat down next to me, slung his arm around my shoulders, and turned on the T.V. Family Guy played in the back of the mind.

I scooted closer to Jacob, resting my head on his shoulder. He kissed the part in my hair and breathed in deeply. I relaxed at his touch, allowing my mind to run free.

"Natalie, I love you," he whispered through pursed lips.

"I love you too, Jacob," I yawned.

"I didn't like you going out with Paul," he told me. "It made me worried."
"You didn't need to worry," I replied. "I was fine."
"He could've done anything," he growled. "I didn't appreciate him taking you out."
"Why would he do that?" I asked. "Would you stop being so jealous?"
"I'm not jealous. I'm being protective."
I sat up, awaking from my solemn state. "Protective, my ass. Cut this crap out. I'm not gonna put up with this."
"You don't understand, Natalie," he explained. "You don't know how much I love you and need to protect you."
"He's the father of my children," I told him. "I wasn't going out on a date!"

"You don't understand." He pulled me closer. "Come here."
"You're being too overprotective." I tried to pull myself away, but it was no use. "Let go of me."
"Natalie, please listen," he begged. "Listen to what I have to say."
As soon as I stopped fighting, he let go and ran a hand through his hair. I stared at him.

"Whatever you have to say, say it," I said.

"Natalie, I'm not human."
"Not human?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm human, but not all human." He didn't look me in the eye. "I'm a werewolf."

"What do you mean, a werewolf?" I screamed.

"Please don't yell," he whispered. "You'll wake the girls."
"How can I not yell?" I asked. "You're not human!"

"I am human," he sighed. "I feel all the human emotions. I have a beating heart. Trust me, I wish I wasn't this way, but it doesn't work like that."

"Why?" I asked. "Why are you like that?"

"Because of ancient legends," he explained. "I'm here to protect the tribe."
"Protect from what?"

"Vampires."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, this is getting ridiculous. I never thought you were crazy, Jacob, but this…" I scoffed. "This is insane."
"I don't think I am," he growled, standing up. "I know I am. Paul's a werewolf. So are Sam and Jared and Embry and Quil. I'm not a liar. I'm here for a reason. It's not because I want to be."

"So what does that mean?" I questioned. "You run around in wolf form chasing vampires?"
He nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. I'm not a Hollywood werewolf, Natalie. I can change whenever I want; fuck that full moon shit. I can control myself in wolf form. I'm not like what you think."

"Why did you tell me this? It's not like I needed to know."
He sighed. "Yeah, you really do. Because when you're a werewolf, you are prone to something called imprinting."
"Imprinting?"
"It's like when you see the girl you love, gravity isn't holding you to the ground. She is."
"So what?" I asked. "You imprinted on me?"
He nodded. "I love you Natalie." He laced his arms around my waist. "You are everything I want."
"And, let me guess, Rachel is Paul's imprint?"
He nodded again.

I scoffed. "Figures."
"Don't be mad, please," Jacob whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead. "I just can't let you go; you can't leave me. That's why I didn't like you going out with Paul."
"But he has Rachel, so why was it such a huge deal?"
"I don't know," he replied. "I kept telling myself that, but sometimes my hormones don't like to listen to my brain."
I sighed. "I don't know what to say, Jacob."
"Don't say anything," he said. "Come sit with me on the couch and relax. This doesn't change anything."

"It changes everything," I fought.

"No, it doesn't. Please, come sit." He led me back to the couch and sat me down with him. "Everything is exactly the same. I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered back, resting my head on his chest. "Are you sure this won't change anything?"
"I am one hundred and ten percent sure," he replied. "I promise. If anything, now you understand why I love you so much."
"I love you too," I answered. "This is safe, right?"
He nodded. "I would never do anything to harm you or your girls."
I nodded. "Okay."
He held me tighter and kissed the top of my head.

"You're so beautiful, Natalie," he whispered, running the backside of his hand up and down my cheek.

I smiled softly and kissed his perfect, sweet lips. When I tried to be mad, I knew I couldn't. Maybe being his imprint had his advantages. It wasn't just a relationship anymore. He really wanted to be with me; he really was going to stay. I knew I could trust him. We would be together forever and always. There was nothing in the world that could change that.

He kissed the top of my head again, tracing circles on the top of my arm. I smiled and nuzzled myself into the crook of his neck. He was truly the perfect person; he was the one I wanted to be with. He did everything for me. What guy would ask a girl with two babies to move in with him unless he really meant it?

"Jacob, do you want to be with me forever and always?" I asked against the warm skin of his neck.

"Of course baby." He sighed and wrapped a piece of my dark hair around his finger. "I could never let you go. Someday, if you want, I'll propose to you. We'll get married. Everything will be perfect. Maybe we can even have kids of our own."
I smiled. "I'd like that."
"Good, because no matter what, I will do everything in my power to make you happy. We will have a perfect, happy, wonderful life together."
"Jacob, I love you."
He took my chin in his hands and kissed my lips. Our tongues began dancing together as he traced his hands up and down my body.

But then one of the girls started crying. Jacob smiled at me, pecked my lips one last time, and then got up to check on the girls. I smiled, watching him. He was taking care of my girls.

And for the first time in a long, I was happy.