Hi guys, my updates aren't going to be as regular for a while but I promise I will try. Because it's the summer time, daycare prices have gone way up for my two children so I'm keeping them at home. This means it's gotten slightly more hectic at my house and that I have less time for writing. Thank you for understanding though :)
"Jake are you sure you have time for this?"
"It's a photo shoot and an interview Bella; it's not going to take that much time. Besides Sam gave me today off knowing too much work would kill my brain."
It's a month after I woke up and according to my publicist every serious magazine seemed to want to do an article on my life, from my humble beginning to the affects of the crash. After outlining my conditions, (most importantly Eli was not to be photographed and his sperm donor was not to be mentioned) I agreed to let People magazine come into the house and interview Jake, Angela and I.
It was an hour before the crew was supposed to show up and even Angela was less nervous then I was. It's not that I was afraid about the pictures, if it was just a photo shoot I would've been fine. The problem is with the interview, I had no idea what they were going to ask the three of us.
The crew arrived exactly at eleven A.M; I hobbled over to the door on crutches to greet them.
"Thank-you so much for agreeing to do this interview Ms Swan, we promise we'll portray you in the best light possible." The editor told me as I shook his hand.
"Now how's about a tour." The crew oohed and awed as we took them around both Angela's humble abode and mine, taking notes as I explained the various uses of the rooms.
"And this is my son's room." I showed them Eli's room last, hoping they wouldn't care so much about it.
"Are we going to see your son today?" I gave the editor a glance.
"Eli is out visiting a friend; in the contract I signed it said he was not to be here."
"Just seeing if you changed your mind." The editor shrugged before having us sit down with make-up artists. Finally after an hour of being posed in various places and various positions we were ready to get on with my least favorite part, the interview.
"Bella, can you describe to me what it was like to grow up in Forks?"
"Everyone knew your business, if you had a bad day at school the next day the check-out lady would mention it to you. That being said everyone in Forks generally sticks together, it's like a giant family." The editor nodded.
"Do you think there's something in Forks that enable three kids from the area to be launched into stardom?"
"I can't speak for Cullen because his situation was different then mine. All I can say is that when all you have are your dreams, they become that much more important to you. There's nothing in Forks that guarantees you stardom, no secret grade A talent coach or anything, hell we didn't even have a music program in high school. We slept, ate and breathed our dreams though and that's what got us here."
"Jacob, what drove your father to put you into schooling in Forks even though you lived in the near-by reservation?"
"My father didn't want to separate me from my best friend." He smiled at me for a moment before getting back to the question.
"Bella and I had been raised together; he wanted to put us together so that if any bullying did happen at least we would have each other."
"So you were best friends when you started school, however by the end of it when you were both stepping into fame you wouldn't even acknowledge each other. What happened to cause that rift in your friendship?"
"Sometimes the biggest obstacle in any kind of relationship is learning how to forgive someone. It just took Jacob and me significantly longer to figure out how to do that."
Thankfully that question was the last of the past section; I was glad they followed the rules and didn't ask about Eli's father.
"Bella, what's your response to the critics who believe tattoos and motherhood shouldn't go together."
"I think their being ignorant and that they need to get past my appearance in order to judge my parenting. I love my son; I stopped doing music so I'd be able to be nearer to him. So what if I have tattoos? That factor alone doesn't make me a bad parent."
"The two of you are both very secretive, do you think if people knew more about your lives they'd be more accepting of you?"
"There are some people out there who know every inch of my body and every tattoo I have; these are the people that know everything about me. My tattoos are my life story and if people took the time to examine each one they'd learn a lot about me."
"And you Jacob? Do you think people would like your music more if they knew more about you?" He just shrugged.
"I'm selling my music, not my soul."
The editor asked a few more questions about our day to day lives then asked Angela about her role in all of this. Finally it came to the questions about the accident.
"Bella, can you tell us how the accident happened?" Jacob and Angela each grabbed one of my hands in support as I started to talk.
"I was driving and my phone started to ring, so following State precautions I pulled over before answering my phone. All that I can remember next is the world going black. Later I found out that the driver in the car that hit me was trying to text while driving."
"Did the driver of the other vehicle also receive injuries?"
"He got a concussion from the airbags."
"Jacob, how did you feel when you heard about the accident?"
"I passed out when I heard. I was afraid my whole world had been taken from me. As you know that was the day I tweeted about our relationship, so I guess part of me felt it was my fault."
"But you don't feel that now?"
"I wasn't the one trying to text and drive." He gritted through his teeth, I squeezed his hand in support as the editor got to the next question.
"The media has already reported a lot on the various causes for why the doctors put you in a coma. Can you tell us a little about your leg?"
"I have two external fixation devices attached because of the complexity of all the fractures in my leg. We're hoping that I'll only need them for six months. After that will be a lot of physio-therapy to re-strengthen my leg."
"Will you continue to model?"
"Of course, it may take a little longer for me to be able to do runways but I'll be able to do print ads just fine."
After the interview Angela left to pick up Eli saying she had promised that the two of them could sleep in a tent outside if he was good at his play date.
"You tired Bells?" Jacob asked, nuzzling his forehead into mine.
"Sort of but right now I'd actually really like a bath." He grinned at me before getting up off the couch.
"You stay here m'lady, when I come back I'm going to bring you to the best bath ever."
The external fixators were able to get wet which I had been appreciating a lot. Usually I still kept my leg on the edge of the tub but I was just glad I didn't have to wrap my leg up constantly in garbage bags.
Jacob came back twenty minutes later, now shirtless. I couldn't help but ogle his toned body as he came back down the hallway and he noticed.
"You like what you see Bells? Maybe I should become a model too." I stuck my tongue out causing him to start laughing.
Jacob helped me over to the master bathroom which he had transformed by lighting at least thirty candles. To my delight I also noticed that he had added bubbles to the water in our soaker tub.
"This is perfect." I kissed him on the lips before he set me down to lean against a counter.
"No, this is perfect." Starting at the hem, he lifted the simple blue dress I had been wearing for the interview over my head.
"I'll never get tired of seeing you like this." He told me once I was clad only in my lingerie.
He finished un-dressing himself first before assisting me with removing my clothing. Carefully Jacob lifted me as he stepped into the tub, positioning me on top of him.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He murmured into the side of my neck, bringing his hands to rest on top of my breasts.
"Hmm, I can't remember." A primal sound erupted from the back of his throat as he attacked my neck with kisses and bites.
"Okay, Okay I do remember." I cried in surrender.
"Fuck yes you do." He laughed before grabbing body wash and a loofah.
"Now Ms. Squirmy try to sit still, I want to get you squeaky clean. I have to admit, this was the first bath since I had my accident in which I've had an ulterior motive. At the beginning of the week, my doctor had cleared me for a certain type of physical activity. Despite this Jacob hadn't made a single move towards me and I was getting frustrated.
Jacob made his way around my body like an expert, manipulating me around when I wasn't in the position he needed. Soon he was finished cleaning me, one hand resting under my breasts and one very near to my core.
"Jacob please…" The heat was rising in my body and I knew if he didn't do anything soon I might just explode.
"What is it Bells?"
"Please Jake, I need your touch."
"I don't know Bells; I don't wanna push your limits." His hesitation caused me to groan.
"I swear to God if you don't do something soon Jacob, I'm going to have to do something no woman with a boyfriend wants to do." That seemed to at least pique his interest.
"Isabella Swan, are you telling me that I'm not pleasuring you?"
"Yes that's exactly what I'm-" Before I could finish my sentence Jacob brought one of his hands down under the water to my throbbing core, using the other one to tighten his hold on me so I wouldn't sink.
"Be careful what you say little girl." Excitement was in his voice. Like a musical prodigy, he knew exactly how to get me to sing out in ecstasy.
All of a sudden he was overwhelming my system with his touch: fingers moving inside of me, his mouth content on marking my neck even more while his other hand played with my right breast.
My body reached its apex sooner than usual, the built up frustration probably being the cause for that.
"Fuck." I moaned, more satisfied than I had been in a while. Eager to return the favor; I snaked my hand under the water, searching for something in particular.
"God Bells!" It was Jacob's turn to moan in pleasure as my hand found his very hard shaft.
"You can't tell me you haven't been frustrated as well Jake." It was my turn to be the musician, his body practically humming in anticipation. With one hand busy underwater I used the other to reach back and pull his neck down so my lips could reach his.
He stopped me just before his apex, groaning as he stood while simultaneously lifting me.
"You better have not bribed the doctor Bells." He murmured, jogging the short distance to the side of the bed. Still very wet from the tub, he dropped me onto the bed before crawling after me, latching his lips to mine with desperation.
Our bodies connected perfectly as we got rid of months of frustration; throwing the pillows off the bed and getting tangled in the sheets, we were completely lost in each other.
Jacob's touch generally set my skin on fire but by the time we were finished I was completely ablaze with the passion he brought out in me.
"I missed that." I sighed contentedly, my head resting comfortably on his chest. Jacob rubbed soothing circles on the side of temple, seeming to agree with me before taking my thoughts one step further.
"I'm going to miss this."
Next up: Jacob and Bella get ready for his tour.