Hello, darlings... Here comes Jacob!

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Summary: Bella is tired of Edward's controlling ways. She snaps and finally admits what she'd been denying all along. Jacob's the one.

Rated: M, for very specific lemmons.

PACK SOULS

As Easy As Breathing.

"Doesn't he own a shirt?" Edward asked, annoyed.

Lately, all he's been doing is controlling her, who she saw, when she saw them, how she got there, etc. And honestly, it was driving her insane. She had been thinking of breaking up with Edward for a few days now, but something always happened, and she never gathered the nerve to do it. Today, though, watching Edward and Jacob standing on either side of the treaty line, it was perfectly clear what she wanted to do.

Funny enough, it was unusual for Jake to be shirtless around her. She was pretty sure he did it to piss off Edward.

It worked. It also worked to finally get her head out of her ass.

She turned to Edward, who was glaring at Jacob, who, in turn, was watching her as if she had hung up the moon.

"He does, but I prefer him without one." Jacob's surprised laugh reached all corners of Bella's body. She had been so blind. She had allowed Edward to dictate so many things in her life.

Edward looked at her, surprised. This is what Alice had warned him about. If he kept pushing her, she would end up breaking free. Alice had seen it. She had warned him. He didn't listen.

She crossed the treaty line without issuing another word. She reached Jacob, who kept looking at her like she was his sun in the middle of a frigid winter. She grabbed his face with her two hands and lowered it so their lips were meeting in their first consensual kiss. It was heaven on earth, like finally finding the missing piece of a large puzzle after hours of looking. It was home.

When they broke apart, Jacob's smile was huge and bright. This is what he wanted all along, for her to come to her right senses and make the right decision.

"Drive." She urged. He complied happily.

They reached his house, a mess of ragged breath and aching bodies. Billy wasn't home, thankfully.

Jacob turned around and grabbed Bella, pushing her towards his body. She jumped and tangled her legs on his hips, joining her lips with his again. This is what she had been denying, this connection between them. Not only a romantic connection but a sexual tension that was finally going to be released.

"Take me to your bed." She whispered, agitated.

He groaned happily, and Bella tightened her grip on his shoulders while he headed towards his room.

He undressed her slowly. Too slowly to her liking.

"I've been dreaming of this for a while. I'm gonna take my time." He said in reply to her complaints about speed.

"You can take your time later. Right now, I want you to fuck me." She didn't understand where this urgency was coming from. But she needed him now.

He could die now, and he'll go a happy man.

Ever since he could remember, Bella was it for him. No other girl could get his attention because he always wanted her. He almost lost her a few times, but no one could say he wasn't persistent. He finally had her.

"I love you, Bells." He knew she might not be there yet, but this was just the first step. And he wanted to say it before 'fucking her' as she'd requested.

She simply smiled widely. She loved him but wasn't ready to say it just yet. He was her sun, her everything.

He undressed her quickly, kissing every inch of her body he could reach. She was in his bed, finally. She looked beautiful against the gray sheets of his messed bed. God, she was gorgeous.

"My my, Bella Swan is all shaved." He teased with his words and his fingers.

She arched her back and gasped, feeling blissfully pleased.

He spread her wetness between her folds, he knew she was still untouched by a man, and he wanted to get her as ready and wet as possible before fucking her and then loving her.

"Jacob, now!" She growled, pulling him down from his shoulders and locking her legs on his hips, digging her heels on his perfectly round ass. His erection was pressing against her center, but he was teasing her with it, touching her all over with it before entering her in one swift move. She gasped, expecting a searing pain, but in all honestly, she only felt a pang. What she did feel was his dick filling her and stretching her. "Jesus Christ, you're huge!"

He laughed hard. Who was she, and what did she do with his shy Bella?

Not that he was complaining because finally being inside her was fantastic.

He started moving his hips in rhythmic thrusts, making both of them groan and gasp. He pulled out, freaking out about an important detail. "Condom, Bella."

She grabbed his dick in her hands, and his eyes crossed to the back of his head. "I'm on the pill. Don't you dare stop."

He slid inside her once again, eliciting a moan on her part. He thrust as fast and hard as he could without hurting her. He was in heaven. Ideally, he would have loved a little foreplay, but she had begged to be fucked, and honestly, he was tired of walking with blue balls.

At some point, Bella surprisingly maneuvered them gracefully so that now he was lying on his back, and she was riding his hips. She lied close to his body to plant a searing kiss on his lips. He couldn't stop smiling. Bella smiled at him in return, but she sat straight again and started bouncing on his dick, enjoying immensely the new position. It was such a turn-on to see his eyes, to feel his incredible cock inside of her, to be exposed like this to him, to feel him thrusting upwards at the time she bounced down.

He sat up and hugged her, which in turn put them in a different angle. She started bouncing faster, her mouth was open, and silent moans were escaping her lips; he grabbed her ass and pushed her closer to him, thrusting harder and faster, feeling his imminent end.

"Come on, baby." He urged her, biting her nipples and sliding one of his hands to where they were joined to rub circles on her clit. Bella moaned loudly and continually; she used one of her arms as leverage on Jake's shoulder. Now she was no longer bouncing but rubbing her hips in circles in the same rhythm Jacob had on her clit. Soon, he felt Bella tighten around him, and his movements were harder and faster, driving her off the cliff. She yelled his name and bit his shoulder.

She lied her head on his shoulder, not moving and trying to regulate her breathing. She had asked to be fucked, but this was something she wasn't expecting. It was powerful, sexy, and so damn hot. She could still feel Jacob's dick pulsating inside her, and she loved the feeling.

"Why did you bite me?" Bella laughed and groaned a second later. As Jacob was still inside of her, the vibrations of their laughter were too good.

She studied his face; he was smiling and sweating. She moved the hair that was sticking to his forehead, thinking that maybe he needed a haircut. "I don't know. It felt like I needed to do it." She shrugged, tracing the marks of her teeth on his shoulder. "They're not healing." She noticed looking at him in the eye.

"They'll heal like they would on a normal human being."

"Why?"

"Because you just mark me as yours." He couldn't contain the glee in his statement. But in all honesty, he was waiting for her to freak out.

"What?" And she did freak out. She stood up, not caring about the blood in the sheets or in Jacob's erected member. She started pacing the small room, picking up one of Jacob's shirts lying on the floor. He was so messy. "What the hell does that mean?"

He stood up, picked up his boxers from the floor, and stood in front of her, grabbing her shoulders and stopping her pacing. "I recently discovered that wolves can choose their mates. It doesn't always come to imprinting. I've always loved you, and today when you asked me to fuck you, to love you later, it solidified what I felt for you. I chose you as mine. You can freak out, you can punch me, you can cut my dick if you want to, but you can't deny that you chose me too. Because this bite," He pointed to his shoulder. "Shows exactly what you were thinking."

She looked at him, really looked at him. This was her Jacob, the one that begged her to remember the stories because he couldn't bear not talking to her, the one she studied with every afternoon, the one who never made her feel weird. This was the boy/man that's always been for her, front and center. She really had been blind. Why had she allowed Edward back in her life? Why had she allowed everything to get so complicated when she only wanted this? To be held by Jake, feel him as God brought him to this earth. To be loved by him, and not only in the biblical sense.

She stood on her toes and kissed him sweetly this time. He was right, as always. She loved him; there was no denying that any longer.

"As easy as breathing, right?" It was her way of saying those three words, and he knew it because he hugged her tightly. In a way, this felt more intimate than having sex.

"I promise, Bell. As easy as breathing."

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That day they took advantage of the empty house. They had already christened his bedroom, but he made sweet love to her on his bed, taking his time, kissing everywhere, loving her, adoring her, until she yelled his name again.

Charlie called her that afternoon to ask where she was and let her know that they would crash in a cabin near the lake they were fishing and be home on Sunday afternoon. That gave Jacob and Bella free reign over their two houses.

He drove her home on Sunday morning, kissing her sweetly at the door, but something in Bella's brain was on fire. She grabbed his hand and made him follow her upstairs to her room.

"It's my time to have you on my bed."

And much like the day before, they undressed in a hurry but took their time with each other's bodies.

Jacob's head was between her legs, licking and nipping at her entrance and her clit. Bella's back was arched, and her hands were stationed on his hair. She didn't want him to stop, but he drove her crazy. When he put two fingers inside of her, she moaned loudly and palmed the bed with force. "Fuck!" He knew how to please her. He knew now where to kiss to rile her up, where to kiss to make her say fuck, and where to kiss to get her to smile sweetly at him.

Her nipples were incredibly hard, and she started playing with them, twisting them with one hand while the other was holding Jacob's head down. It was too much, and she could only think, 'fuck, fuck, don't stop. Oh my god'.

Suddenly Jacob disappeared, throwing the blanket that was on the floor on top of her and crouching in a defensive position. She was still too far gone to fully understand what was happening. She understood quickly when she saw Edward entering through her window.

He scrunched his nose in disgust at the smell of sex and wet dog that permeated the room. He took notice of the fact that Jacob was naked, and Bella was naked underneath the thin blanket. She had stood up, holding the blanket close to her body.

"Are you really with this mongrel, then?" He looked angrier than he looked sad.

Bella groaned, first because he had interrupted the best foreplay session she's had since yesterday, and second because Edward is an ass.

"Yes, I am with this 'mongrel' as you say. If you don't mind, I don't like being left high and dry. What I do with my life is no longer your concern" Where the hell did that come from?

It might be extremely rude to yell at him like this, especially since they prepped the wolves for the imminent fight with Victoria. But she was tired of him looking down on her. She was tired of him making her feel more stress than love. His return was supposed to erase all her troubles, all her pain, not cause more, and certainly not cause a gap between her and Jacob's friendship (which obviously is something more than that)

Edward looked at her with wide eyes and utter shock. Jacob, too, to be honest. She was finally fighting the influence the leech had on her.

"You heard her. Leave." Jacob took a step forward, getting closer to the vampire, who was uncomfortable with so much exposed skin. He left running.

She dropped the blanket and lied in the bed again. But honestly, the mood had been ruined, despite how bold or sexy she felt. Jacob made her feel that way. She's always been too shy to tell people off, too submissive to tell Edward to go to hell, too quiet to tell Jacob that she wanted to jump his bones after he first phased. But she didn't want to be that girl anymore.

"Damn. Making love to you is something out of this world." She whispered, still naked on top of her sheets. Jacob's erection was gone, but he was also naked and lying next to her.

Jacob smiled and laughed at the silly joke she had just made. "I could say the same. It's not my ex who just barged into us." Bella closed the distance between them and pecked him on the lips.

She knew her Jacob well enough to see the small pond of insecurities that were left inside of him. She had left the leech in a hurry of ragged breath and hormones. And despite him bearing her mark, he still felt as if she could lose her again. Only this time, he wouldn't survive it.

"I love you." She confessed, looking into his eyes. "I've loved you for a long time, but I've been a blind fool."

It's not as if those three words would suddenly erase his insecurities. Of course not. But it eased them a little. Only time would show Jake that she meant it.

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Seven years have passed since she left the leech.

Seven years have passed since they killed the redheaded bitch, and the Cullens ditched town forever. Bella hugged Jasper and Emmett tightly and even caught Rosalie off guard with her thanks. Rosalie had always fought her, always told her the hard truth. They might love her, but she didn't belong with them because she was never meant to be a vampire. She was meant to be a wolf girl. She kept sporadic contact with those three. The most surprising news came three years after they've left. Jasper had asked Alice for a divorce. She didn't understand what had happened there because she always thought those two were a power couple, but apparently (and according to Rosalie, who spilled part of the beans), Alice was too far up Edward's ass, and Jasper was tired of that shit.

So, four years later after that, she was still where she belonged, married to Jacob, with a house of their own near his old place. Billy was better in terms of his health. In the last three years, Bella had designed a strict rehabilitation and physiotherapy schedule to help with Billy's strength. Rachel had moved back to Forks and was now the one who helped her father.

"Oh, God." She whimpered as she jumped out of bed for the third day in a row and rushed to the bathroom.

Jake was behind her in seconds. He was the sweetest person ever. He'd bought her soup, crackers, ice tea, and many salty things that her heart desired.

"Still sick, baby?" He asked softly while administering calming caresses to her back.

Her head snapped up. Baby.

Of course!

She almost slapped herself in the forehead. She was pregnant. That explained the constant fatigue, the hunger, the mood swings, the morning sickness.

When all the contents from her stomach were resting grossly in the toilet, she flushed it down, washed her mouth and teeth, and made it to the kitchen. Jake might be the most wonderful and loving husband out there, but he even had his limits. And watching her throw up was definitely not up his alley.

"We need to stop by the pharmacy, and then we need to go to the doctor." She claimed when she entered the kitchen.

Jake nodded. "I agree. Three days in a row is not a good sign." His expression was serious and concerned. When Bella stood closer, she saw he had been crying.

"Hey." She called softly to him, cradling his face in her hands. "What's wrong?"

He engulfed her in his signature hug. "I'm so worried. You've been throwing up for three days in a row; you can't hold up food for the life of you. You can barely drink water."

She smiled sweetly. This remarkable man had been the best gift the world had ever given her. Right along with their baby.

"I know. But I think I know what I have."

Jake broke the embrace. He didn't want to know if it was anything bad. These last seven years had been a dream. Rachel had moved back home, and Jake had put his foot down. As much as he loved his dad, he wanted a normal relationship. So, when Rachel came back, Jake told her it was her turn to help around. He was not tossing his father around, but even Billy agreed.

When the time was right, and the money was enough, Jake and Bella moved in together into a two-bedroom house on the reservation.

He loved her more than life itself. She wasn't his imprint, but the bond was just as strong. His man and his wolf were in perfect sync over their chosen mate.

"Jake, look at me." She continued speaking in soft tones.

Jake opened his eyes and saw her smiling.

"I think I'm pregnant." Jake gasped. "You're going to be a daddy."