"My god, Bella." He whispered into my nightgown, his face resting on my breasts. "You're so beautiful. And that was so…" he flipped over on his back, and pulled me to him. "That was the most… freeing and relaxing sex I've ever had."

I smiled into his chest now, snuggling closer. I felt so warm and so happy. "I'm so happy," I whispered, trying not to blush.

"See? You're not scared of the Cullens anymore, my Bells. I can tell," he comments. I glanced at the digital clock on the night table. It was morning now. But Jacob didn't realize I had meant I was happy with him, so happy, I never wanted to leave…

"When can we go back to your house? I miss it there," I say softly, to myself, remembering our wickedness in his room.

"You do? Why, love?"

"I… dunno. It just feels good." It feels like we're a real couple? I wondered. "I-" I stopped. He looked at me quizzically and I shook my head, that it was nothing. I wanted, suddenly, to ask him about us. To ask him how he felt. But in fear of sounding needy, I decided to bring it up when we weren't post-coital.

"I have a business dinner tonight that I wanted you to come to, then we can drive right back home afterwards. That okay?"

"Sounds good. Formal wear?"

"Yep, I'm wearing a suit."

"… Crap. That means I have to buy another dress. I didn't exactly think to bring stuff like that to Forks."

"I gotta pass in the shop before the dinner and check on things. So we can go there first, hit the mall, come back here to dress and pack up, and then head to the restaurant?"

I really liked this plan because it meant we wouldn't be separated and would spend the whole day together. I got up and bounced to the bathroom. "Okay!" I exclaimed, the Cullen's truly, completely forgotten.

It turned out… Jacob had to head back to his office because he forgot to sign a form, so he dropped me at the restaurant first to welcome the potential business partner in case he didn't make it back in time.

"I'll have a vodka on the rocks, please." I wanted something clean, I wanted something smooth and burning. My head felt chaotic and muddled thinking about where my relationship with Jacob was going again. We had had another blissful day, and I was suddenly terrified that if I leave, this will be gone.

A few sips in, as I perched on the soft barstool, my body relaxed. Ahhh, I celebrated. I was just abuzz now. Exactly what I wanted. Swiveling in my seat, I crossed my legs and leaned my elbows back on the counter to watch the people eating, my eyes scanning the walls carefully—it was darker there. I felt like I was missing something.

That's when I saw a bronze-haired young man… a very familiar young man.

He looked younger than I remembered, a lanky boy in comparison to the old, wise man I had evidently remembered him to be.

Edward raised his glass wordlessly, appraising me. The dark, amber liquor didn't move, didn't swish, naturally.

I wondered if he would come to me. I stared back at him, unmoving.

It's funny, when you fall out of love with somebody, how your blindness to his or her flaws disappears. I remembered how Jacob didn't warn me a million times to be careful, how he simply knew I could handle myself, or allowed me to, how he offered to tell me everything I wanted to know about werewolves without any objection, how he treated me with mutual respect despite our supernatural differences since the beginning of the resuming of our relationship. And I wondered how I could ever be so dumb to have wanted to stay with Edward.

He made his way towards me. It felt like the world had slowed down, as he gracefully maneuvered through tables, my heart thumped heavily in my chest, but my body felt good… tingly.

Approaching me, we both assessed each other.

"May I join you?" His voice was deep and smooth, like velvet. Perfect. Musical. I'd forgotten. He gestured to the empty stool next to me.

"Edward," I greeted. I was calmer than one would have thought; a part of me knew once one Cullen came, they would all come… "You look terrible." And he did, his eyes were jet, jet black, his hair sexily amiss, his under eyes severely bruised. Despite his unequivocal stunning beauty, he was a mess. I sensed an undying tiredness about him.

He hummed in agreement. He sat on the bar stool and mocked my position, body facing the restaurant, but his head turned to the side towards me.

"You look absolutely lovely, Bella." He murmured, roughly. I still felt myself heavily attracted to him, too, a consequence of his vampirism, my breasts and thighs tingled with a deep ache for him to touch me and I stared at his fingers stupidly.

I dipped my head and sipped the last of my drink, waving to the bartender for another, feeling Edwards stare, trying not to shake.

"Are you enjoying your fake drink?" I asked, sarcastically.

He glanced at me, frowning, and turned in his stool. "Allow me," he took my empty glass. "Bartender?" He retrieved another drink and handed it back to me.

In some sort of weird reverie, I remembered our first, cold touch, and shivered. We sat in silence. A woman in a zebra-printed wrap dress pressed herself into a well-suited man. Edward fake-sipped his drink.

"So, the Black boy?"

"No, no, no." Rapidly hostile, I seethed at him. "You don't get to do that. You don't get to ask about my personal life. Not after you so clearly walked out of it."

"There's the anger I expected at first," he dismissed. "Fine. Fraternize with the dog." He scowled.

I laughed; it was so EDWARD of him to say. "OH, I will," I assured him. "That dog tells me everything I want to know with no objections. That dog never doubts my ability to take care of myself and respects me and… that dog doesn't force decisions upon me." I suddenly missed my Jacob, I missed his heavy, firm muscles and his wicked, teasing smile.

Edward's hand moved to rub at his own shoulder. "Not everything," he corrected.

"What?"

"He hasn't told you quite everything." He clarified. "I feel that it would be dishonest of me to not tell you."

Well, I'm sure he has good reason. I thought. But I didn't say it out loud. Did that make me sound like the pathetic type of woman who made excuses for their men? What? What could it be?

"Let me ask you this, Isabella. Do you honestly think that Jacob hasn't had a single serious relationship in the last decade?

I didn't have one, I thought worriedly, wondering if something was wrong with me. I didn't have a serious relationship, so yes, I thought so.

Jacob had liked me as a teenage boy. I'd had an experience that had marred me—but of course Jacob would have wanted to experience someone other than his teenage crush. Of course he would have bumped into an amazing woman somewhere. There was no way he didn't have a serious girlfriend, someone to learn from, to be so wise now.

"No," I answered carefully. "I suppose he hasn't told me that, yet."

He looked at me with appraised eyes. "Not quite as stubborn as we used to be?"

I shrugged.

My brains had been pondering this for many minutes. Jacob satisfied my mind, our conversations were deeply intriguing and intellectual, he always had a different thought that forced me to change perspective and think harder, the challenge was welcoming, I know we would never have a dull moment between us. Jacob satisfied my body. Physically speaking, he pleased me in every sense. He was also keen on my emotions, to take care of me.

Anything he told me, about his past, would not be a problem… because I wanted Jacob no matter what the rest of the world said.

The heart-stunting revelation made me smile.

I wished these business people weren't coming, because I wanted to tell Jacob I was going to stay.

Edward was leaving, I realized, as he gently stood. He nodded farewell and I nodded back. Did what we just do make us friends? I wondered.

Jacob was back, and so were our guests, I glanced at the door and saw them all come in together.

The dinner went well, Jacob and I laughed with the old man and his wife and enjoyed some delicious food.

"Okay, ready, Bells? We're heading home."

"Home?" Mrs. Walksowki asked. "Oh, you've moved here already, Bella? That's so nice!" I had told the Walksowki's I taught in New York, and they seemed to assume Jacob and I were engaged or married and in the process of moving in together.

I choose not to answer and hugged both of them in farewell.

We said our byes and I whisper-yelled at Jacob as soon as the valet brought up the car. "Babe- Jacob. You didn't sleep last night! And you're going to drive all the way back tonight?"

"Bells. Wait." His eyes held mine, sternly telling me to have some patience. He knew I get riled up easily. He got into the driver's seat and locked eyes with me again. "Don't get all upset, I'm a werewolf. I have much, much energy than a human. And also, you're a woman. Woman need more rest than men because of their purposeful bodies." He said affectionately, rubbing my thigh with his warm hand. "Trust me, when I sleep, I'll sleep." He smiled, pulling away from the curve and we were on the highway within seconds. "For long! You won't be able to wake me!"

I yawned loudly, covering my mouth with my hand. "Bells," Jacob said smiling. "You're the tired one, eh? Why don't you lean your seat back, take a little snooze, and we'll be there when you wake up, okay baby?" I loved when he babied me like that. It was sweet without being overbearing.

"I guess my body doesn't like the alcohol or something? Why am I so tired…" I wondered, snuggling into my seat. Jacob leaned over and pulled a blanket from the back seat, covering me with it without looking away from the highway.

"Don't worry… sleep…" He turned the radio on to something quiet and I drifted away, feeling safe and loved by Jacob Black.

When I woke up, my heart was thumping a million miles a minutes, I felt warm all over, and I instinctively reached forward to hold onto Jacob's arm. "Hey, hey… it's okay, it's okay. What happened?"

"I had a dream that felt so real." I gulped, trying to swallow it. But it came spilling out of me. "I dreamt I was holding someone's baby in a parking lot, inside a car, sitting in the passenger seat. I was waiting for you, Jake, to come out of the mall. It was a bright well-lit mall. I was anxious for you to come back... It was right in front of me, the mall, like I was in a parking space right in front of the doors. And I was holding the baby, shifting it from position to position. And the baby was fussing, so I asked it if it wants some boobies." I gulped. "And I lifted my shirt up, the baby latched on so willingly and sucked on my titty. And it felt so good to have the milk sucked out of my titty that I felt warmth… soak my panties when she sucked, really hard. She sucked once more, hard and long and I did it again a little. Because it felt so good. And I asked, why do I have this milk to feed this beautiful baby? But I was just in shock and awe that this was what I was doing …" I trailed off, remembering it.

"But the scary part is how I could feel the milk being pulled from my breast. It felt so real. I was wondering, in the dream, if you even knew I had breast milk. I thought that you would be so happy…"

"It was definitely a girl?"

"Yes," I whispered, confusedly and horny as hell, my whole body was vibrating with my need for Jacob.

"Ahh," he groaned, a mangled groan. "Bella, it hurts."

"What hurts Jacob?"

"I don't know," he stole his arm from my grip, using his palm to rub his chest.

"Bella… You're not pregnant, right?"

I sat up straight, looking at him. "No. No. Why would you think that? I'm on birth control and… it was just a dream, Jacob, wasn't it?"

"No, Bella. In my culture… dreams are extremely significant. I think that 'mall' was a hospital.."

"Dreams… are… significant?" I stared up at the sky. It was dark as night out, stars twinkling everywhere, and the forest surrounded us again. I watched the concerned profile of Jacob, his strong, beautiful face. The deep-set eyes looked back at me, worriedly.

"One day, Bells, you'll know all our scriptures. I'll tell you or bring you to our meetings… But yes, dreams are always considered premonitions or symbolic of something in my culture, especially for the women. They were always warning the husbands about danger of enemies or whatever they need to look out for. It has saved many wars." He paused. "What if… what if my werewolf sperm overpowered the birth control?"

I thought fast. "Do Quil and Embry have that problem with their ladies?"

"No, they don't have that problem. Don't you think they use condoms? We didn't use condoms," Jake panicked, his head whipping back and forth from me to the road.

I laughed. "Definitely not all the time. Who the hell likes condoms, anyway? Everyone likes bareback. And can't you read their minds, anyway, to find out what they do?"

"I try not to listen in on their sex lives." His mouth twisted uncomfortably. "But I'm the alpha, Bells. My body, especially my werewolf form, but even my human one, is slightly stronger than theirs… naturally, maybe that means my swimmers are stronger?"

"… Possibly." I looked down at my stomach and back up at Jacob, the moonlight streaming down on us.

"Would we be able to know now?" I asked him.

"I'm not too familiar with the pregnancy process, it wasn't detailed in any of our stories… Maybe we need to stop by Sam and Emily's house." Jacob whole face was lined with thought.

"That sounds like a good idea. Do you really want Sam to know though?"

"I trust Sam," Jacob said thoughtfully. "But Emily can keep a secret since she's not a wolf. I don't want all the guys to know we're having a… a scare…"

"Hey, Jacob. What are you thinking about so hard?"

"I'm trying to figure out if we made a baby, Bella."

"But, Jacob… Would it be so bad? If we were… you know…"

Jacob didn't speak for several minutes. Oh, my god. I internally worried. I've scared him off. Was that too much? Am I coming on too strong? Why do I feel everything so… strongly? I bit my lip to keep from crying. Why did I say that? Stupid Bella.

"Did I scare you, Jacob, by asking that?" I whispered bravely, finally.

"You're not worried about having a werewolf baby, Bella?"

"It didn't even occur to me, honestly." I said slowly. "Emily's babies are perfectly healthy and wonderful, aren't they?" I paused, thinking furiously. "Have you still not accepted it? What you are?" His facial features creased more, as if he was preparing to burst.

"Jacob, lo-" I was about to say love, I changed pace again. "What is it about being a werewolf that you don't like?"

"Silly Bells, you can call me whatever you want." He tousled my hair. "I think it's time for the werewolf to eat."

I tried not to blush at his notice of my loving pet name, and leaned back comfortably in my seat, sighing. Jacob glanced at my thighs as they fell open relaxedly.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked innocently.

He looked up at me with fire in his eyes. "You," he said fervently.

"Pull over, then," I whispered. I pulled the hair tie out of my hair and let it fall over my shoulders.

"God, Bells, Let me see her… please." He nodded to my crotch. I loved hearing him beg to see my pussy. I lifted my dress up until my bare pussy was exposed to him, it felt so good and naughty.

He groaned, low in his throat. I gently peeled off my dress and undergarments. There were no other cars on the road. "That's my girl… getting naked for me, huh? I've got to reward my baby now." He reached over and flicked my clit a bit and played with my nipples, making me hiss and sigh and twitch. "I want you nice and wet for my thick cock to slide in between those folds." He rubbed my nipples slowly. It felt so good, I couldn't help but think about the dream again.

"Alright, here we go," he leaned forward as he sped, exiting off the highway and finding a deserted part of the service road, turning into some slightly off road pavement, right in front of the forest. He shut off the car and turned to face me.

"Wow, look at my girl… " He whispered, studying me, my chest, my stomach… "Her skin is the moonlight…" He cupped my face and kissed me. "I can't wait to make love to you… right into that seat baby. Lean it back… I'm coming around." He flung open his car door and shut it so quickly, I didn't see.

I pulled the lever until my seat was the almost flat. Jacob opened my car door and got in, shutting it. Then he hovered over me, balancing with one steady arm, unbuckling his pants with his right one.

"You. Are. The. Most. Beautiful. Woman. On. The. Planet." He whispered. "I love how round and full your breasts are… how big your nipples are… their color… the contrast… " He groaned, unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper.

He took my hand and pressed it to him. "Feel this?" I felt his stiff cock and whimpered.

"Put it in now, please." I asked, pushing my breasts forward, elbows squeezing them together. I was loving this. I was loving the love in his eyes and the fact that he pulled over meant the world to me. For us.

"You do it," he commanded. "I'm busy, over here.." he leaned his mouth down and sucked a pert nipple into his mouth. It felt so good I cried out and I couldn't bring my hands to move his cock.

He didn't rush me, letting me enjoy his mouth a little longer. "I hope we have a girl, Bells," my body prickled with heat, a rush as his words, "so she's as beautiful as you…" he looked up at me, anxiously, I was simply watching him, feeling to cry. "Is that bad?"

"No, Jakey, no… I don't know why, but I want that, too. It's not conventional but… we'll figure it out, right?"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He asked, pleadingly.

"What's that?" I smiled wickedly and he smiled back.

"It's me and you, kid... It's me and you. It's got to stay that way."

I sighed happily. "I love you, Jacob."

"I love you too, Bella. Bella, Bella, Bella…" And he slid into me, us both enjoying the contact. I was abuzz, my clit throbbing. I felt so warm and wet under Jacob.

He pumped into me, over and over, us both moaning and groaning.

If I'd never been so horny in my life as I have in the last week…

But were those pregnancy hormones?