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Without You

Summary:
Bella is on her own when she finds the clearing. When Laurent finds her there, her werewolf saviors are nowhere to be found. Is Laurent a good guy, or will his bad side overcome him? Thanks a jillion to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the wonderful banner!!! :D


Notes:
So, I had this story on here for a little bit... but then I deleted it. I totally forget why, actually. So, if you've read it already, you don't have to review... until I put up new updates, that is :)


22. Hearing Your Voice

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Later that night, after Jake had gone home and Charlie had fallen asleep, Laurent climbed through my bedroom window. I wasn't exactly shocked to see him. I figured he'd be paying me a visit before the night was out, and one of the Cullens must have told him about my window.

I had just changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed when I saw the window open. Just a second later, he was lying next to me.

“I've missed you,” he murmured.

I smiled. “Me too. But... I have something a little, uhm, unexpected to tell you. My dad knows that we're getting married.”

He laughed. “Oh my. And I am guessing he was not too happy?”

I shook my head. “And Jacob wasn't either.”

“Well, it all does seem a little... far fetched. I mean, you are gone for a few months without any contact, and then when you come back you just happen to be engaged. I do not blame him for being upset,” said Laurent.

I frowned. “I understand.”

He smiled. “Why are you so sad?”

“Oh, I just... just wish he'd get over it,” I sighed.

Laurent laughed. “Oh, he'll just have to accept it.”

I put my head on his chest. He pulled the covers around my body. I sighed happily. I had never been as content as I was when I was with Laurent. We could just lie back and relax. It was like I didn't have a worry in the world...

That is, until a werewolf climbed through my window. Laurent was on his feet in a moment, just as Jacob stepped through the window. He was calm, but even I could see the way he angled himself between Jacob and me.

“Woah, woah, woah. Jake, what are you doing leaping through windows?” I laughed, stepping in front of Laurent. He let me pass, but I knew he was watching closely.

His eyes flashed behind me to Laurent. “And what are you doing keeping vampires in your room?” he retorted.

I kept eye contact with him. “I think you know why, Jacob.”

Jacob sighed. “So this is the guy...” he murmured.

“Yes,” said Laurent. He stuck out his hand. “I am Bella's fiancé.”

Jacob looked at his hand before reaching out and shaking it firmly. There was something in his facial expression, something not friendly at all.

“It's a pleasure to meet you,” said Laurent, smiling. “Bella's told me about what a great friend you are to her, and I thank you for that.”

“Yeah,” murmured Jacob. He wasn't smiling. “Friend.”

Laurent realized that something was wrong. “Bella, I think I am going to go talk to Carlisle. He was going to show me the art in his study, and I think now would be a good time.” He kissed my forehead and then was gone.

Jacob sighed.

“Jake, what's wrong?” I asked. I stepped towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was much, much taller than me.

His arms found their way around me. “It's nothing, Bella.” He was lying.

“Jake, what is it? Just tell me,” I insisted.

He pushed me gently onto the edge of the bed and then sat next to me. He was shaking a little bit.

“Bella, you were gone for a long time. Life didn't just sit still while you were gone,” he whispered. “Everyone else has found mates. I'm talking every person in the pack. They got to move on... but I was suck, Bella. The only one I wanted was nowhere to be found. I didn't leave my house for a month after our quick scan in Alaska. I didn't want to move. I thought you were dead, Bella. Everyone thought you were dead.”

“Jake... I didn't know,” I breathed.

He laughed sadly and shook his head. “I spent the entire time you were gone just... just wishing as hard as I could that you would come back, that you would understand that I could be there for you like Edward never was. After that first month, I searched and I searched, and I never could find you. I went as far as I could.

“When you called, I swear, I could have screamed, I was so happy. Just hearing your voice...” He trailed off. “And then, after what seemed like forever, you come back... with a fiancé. I just never seem to win.”

“Jacob,” I started.

“No, Bella. Don't say anything.” His voice cracked. “I'm happy that you are happy. You are all that matters.” He kissed me lightly on the cheek, and the left through the window.

I sat there, on the edge of my bed, absolutely dumbstruck. I had a tiny inkling that Jacob felt something that was a little stronger for friendship... but I didn't know it was as strong as he said it was. I didn't want Jacob to go. I wanted him to be back, sitting on the bed next to me.

I didn't know what to think, what to say, or how I could possibly fix what I had done to Jacob. I left... just like Edward did. I felt awful. I didn't want to move, didn't want to talk. I just looked out my window.

That was how Laurent found me. He sat in the spot that was occupied by Jacob just moments before. He wiped a tear from my cheek. I didn't even realize I had been crying.

“Were you listening?” I whispered.

“I wasn't. I wouldn't violate your privacy like that,” he replied quietly.

“Jacob loves me, Laurent.” I looked up at him.

I don't think he knew how to react. He frowned, and for the first time since I had known him, absolutely confused. It was just a fleeting look, though. In just a second, his face went blank.

“And you love him, too?” he asked.

“Not like that, Laurent,” I clarified. He relaxed instantly. “I only love you like that.”

“You, my love, are quite the catch,” he laughed.

“Yeah,” I said sarcastically.

“No, really! I am quite lucky to have you, I think.”

“Are you?” I asked.

“Oh, yes. The luckiest, I think. And thank God! I don't know what I would do if I couldn't do this.” He cupped my face in his hands and gently pressed his lips to mine. His hands slowly trailed down my neck. When he reached my shoulders, he pushed me softly so I was lying flat on my bed. I reached for the hem of his shirt, and he helped me take it off. His perfectly sculpted torso distracted me from kissing him for a moment... he was beautiful.

He pressed his lips against my neck, and started crooning words in French. My hands tangled in his hair. I didn't want him to stop... which was why I was infuriated when he whispered, “Your father is coming.” He was out of sight in a second.

I pulled my blankets over me and rolled onto my side as fast as I possibly could. I was still breathing unbelievably hard.

I heard the door creek open a few seconds later. Charlie stood there for a minute, sighed, and then closed the door. Laurent waited before slipping into bed beside me.

“I suppose we will have to be more careful from now on. I am not used to being sneaky with you,” he whispered.

“We never had to worry about Charlie walking in when we were in Spain, did we?” I laughed.

“We don't have to wait long. Alice is planning the wedding faster than I thought she would,” said Laurent.

“Of course she is. She loves planning weddings.”

“Speaking of, where do you want to go on the honeymoon?” he asked.

“Where did you have in mind?”

“I thought we could go somewhere different... we've been to Alaska, Spain, and you've certainly spent a lot of time in Washington... how about France? I have a house there, and I think you would like it very much,” he explained.

“I love it,” I gasped.

“Excellent! France it is.”