Title: Unexpected
Genre: Fluffy romance/Jake's in trouble ;)
Rating: T
Pairing: Bella/Jacob
Words: 500 even
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Prompt: A gorgeous picture of a man in black boxer briefs standing in front of a stove. It's on my twitter. Also this quote: "I don't think you understand the position you're putting me in here."
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Unexpected
She woke slowly, startled to find the bright light of late morning streaming through her bedroom window. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept in. A slow smile touched her lips as she remembered that the kids were with her dad and Sue for the weekend—a cousin bonding time designed to give her, Leah, Seth, and their mates a small break from the demands of parenthood.
Her face heated when she thought back to the night before and the quality time she had spent with Jacob. They'd gone to Port Angeles for a romantic dinner at her favorite restaurant, and then stopped by the diner for a few extra burgers to top off Jake's voracious appetite. Her wolf loved to eat almost as much as he loved sex…
They didn't get as much time for the latter here lately. Between the pack, Jake's garage, Bella's teaching job, and their four kids, time was a precious commodity. But their tenth anniversary was coming up, and she was determined to make more time for her husband.
Out in the kitchen, Jake was sweating bullets. He'd been anxious all night, putting off this conversation, but he knew the time of reckoning had come. If he didn't talk to his mate, then his vicious sister-in-law would literally be nipping at his heels.
Leah had cornered him when they dropped the kids off the day before, somehow managing to look threatening even with her swollen belly and two-year-old son on her hip. Embry was off to the side, laughing at his best friend's predicament while his wife laid into their alpha.
"I swear, Jacob Black, if you don't tell her then I sure as fuck will! You've let this go too long! Word will get out—this pack isn't good at keeping secrets."
Jacob held his hands out, pleading, "Please, Leah. I don't think you understand the position you're putting me in here! She's gonna kill me!"
Embry had snickered quietly, injecting, "No, she's gonna neuter you."
Bella's breath caught when she walked into the kitchen. Jake was standing at the stove wearing nothing but his sinfully tight black boxer briefs. She had no idea how he made plain cotton underwear look that good.
He actually jumped in surprise when she walked up behind him, he was that lost in thought. She slipped her arms around his waist and raised up to place a kiss on his shoulder blade. "Making me breakfast, baby?"
Jacob nodded, avoiding her gaze as he plated up the eggs and bacon. She tensed at his withdrawal, but sat at the table to eat, hoping he would tell her what was on his mind.
The meal passed in relative silence, the tension between them palpable. Bella finally blew out her breath and slammed her hands on the table. "Jacob Ephraim Black! What is going on with you?"
Jake clenched his hands in tight fists, working up the courage to look his wife in the eyes.
"Bells, you're pregnant again."