Dreaming of the Breaking Dawn
Post-eclipse; Bella and Edward and Bella's first demand. Lots of teasing, a little turn of the tables, and then...well, you will have to read it... The became much more than I originally meant for it to...it has become a fluffy story of the last days of Bella's life in Forks.... COMPELTE
I don’t usually like post-eclipse stories, I would prefer to write Edward's point of view from something I have already read, but this just came to me. I have it rated Adult now, but I really don't think it will ever get to that point, I want to keep it in the same voice and I could never see Stephenie writing anything graphic...plus, the story isn't there yet...they may not...=o)
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Jacob was here, he was okay. I was so afraid I would never see him again; I couldn’t believe Edward had sent him an invitation. I would have been mad at him if it were possible. “Jacob!” I rounded on him, remembering that I was angry with him.
“I cannot believe you did that,” I hissed, “you run away and the only answer I can get is that you were fine, but that you didn’t want to talk to me?”
His smile never left as we walked along the edge of the driveway. “Bella, I just had to get away after…”
I sighed, “After you got the wedding invitation.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t handle it, I knew you had made your choice, but Bells, how could I watch you marry that bloodsucker?” He had stopped walking and was looking at me intently.
Shaking my head, “Jacob, he is my husband, I would appreciate it if you would not call him that.”
“Sure, sure” he laughed, rolling his eyes. My Jacob was back.
Charlie stuck his head out of the door, “Hey, kids, come on in. I haven’t seen Bella all week.”
I smiled, remembering why I had come today. Charlie. I had so little time left with him. He seemed to understand this as well, though never admitting it. He coveted the time I spent with him now, even declining a fishing trip or missing an important game if I gave any indication of wanting to be around. He even invited Edward to stay with us in hopes that it would mean I would stay longer. Jake was watching me closely as I thought about this.
“How long,” he asked in a low voice.
Startled by the interruption of my internal lament, I shook my head, knowing he didn’t want to know the answer.
We walked back to the house without another word. Charlie was in the living room waiting. I moved to him quickly and gave him a hug, today was a great day. The perfect morning, Jacob was home, Charlie; my life was filled with so much love. I felt as if I was glowing, like my new family in the sun.
Charlie seemed to be studying me. “Wow Bella, you look like you are in high spirits today... must have gotten a good night sleep.”
I blushed at Charlie’s observation, giving my secret away. Damn blood!
“Oh…” his voice filled with awkwardness as he realized his gaffe, blood now pooling in his own cheeks. I wanted to run from the room. Wasn’t it already bad enough the entire Cullen family knew, and now Charlie! Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Just as I had fought back the urge to run, I remembered the werewolf in the room. I looked over at him, his mouth hanging open in disbelief, his eyes filled with rage. “Jacob! Let’s get something to drink,” I said it quickly knowing Charlie would be glad to have me leave the room for a few minutes. Grabbing Jacob’s shaking hand; I pulled him to the other room. I didn’t need him phasing in the middle of my father’s house and running off again.
I pushed him into a chair; he was too stunned to argue. “Jake…calm down,” I whispered.
“I – I thought he…you and him…couldn’t…do that,” he finally stammered after a couple of minutes. His face pulled into a scowl and then quickly replaced with the hard mask I hated so much.
“Jake, he is my husband, it is only natural,” I used Edward’s words. I did not want to discuss this with Jacob, with anyone really. “Why does this surprise you so much?”
He watched me and seeing the hurt in my eyes at his attitude he sighed, the mask disappearing, replaced by a frown. “He could have hurt you…” anger crept in his voice.
I shook my head, “Jacob, you should know by now, he could never hurt me.”
“Ugh, no wonder you smell so much like them today…” he puckered his nose at me.
I took a deep breath, I felt like I wanted to scream, “Jake…I really don’t think I want to talk about this with you….”
He nodded in agreement, “Yeah, well, I sure as hell don’t want to hear it, or think about it!”
“So what am I going to do to make Charlie stop thinking about it?” I asked him, the horror in my voice evident.
Jacob laughed, “He doesn’t want to think about it either, trust me!” I knew he was right, Jacob and Charlie’s view of Edward did not skew far from one another; I thought this was part of the bond they shared.
The afternoon went quietly after the initial discomfort. We talked, avoiding any subject related to my marriage. Charlie seemed glad to have Jacob there to share our time. I felt bad that I had told Edward I would send him away but Charlie was the one who had insisted on Jacob staying. I was happy to have him with us too; I would not only be leaving Charlie behind.
“So dad, how about I cook us something for dinner?” I asked as I realized the time.
“Oh no, I am cooking tonight, I need you to see that you won’t have to worry about me starving when you go off to school. You won’t be able to come across the country to fix me dinner every night!” he laughed, but there was sorrow in his voice.
I smiled at him, “I just figured you would get by ordering pizza and going to Billy’s.”
“Nope, I have been practicing!” he was proud of himself. I laughed when I thought of him attempting to cook, my thoughts going to a particularly sad effort at spaghetti he once had.
“Tonight, I am thinking steak and potatoes,” he yelled from the kitchen. Jacob approved of the choice.
The afternoon had brought back my jovial mood so I teased, “I hope you have a whole cow in there, Jacob looks hungry!” We all laughed.
He obviously had been practicing; the meal was actually really good. “I guess you don’t need me anymore,” I joked with him, a pout on my lips.
He ruffled my hair as he turned to put the dishes in the sink, “Bella, I will always need you kid.” Sadness washed over me at his words, tears pooling in my eyes. Jake noticed and took my hand under the table in a gesture that surprised me. I would have figured him to be smug in the wake of my sorrow at my approaching change.
“We will take care of him,” he whispered so low Charlie couldn’t hear. The tears fell now, pain overwhelming me. Jake excused us from the table, sighting the need for fresh air.
On the front step I doubled over in sobs. I was going to hurt Charlie so much, the thought was unbearable. Jake did not say anything, letting my cry until I could not anymore.
After some time, Jake decided to speak. “Bella, I know Edward doesn’t want you to hurt this badly, he has told me as much, and I believe him.” I thought back to that dreamy conversation I had thought I overheard on that cold night. “He doesn’t want to make you one of them any more than I want you to be one of them…”
“Jake, this is how it has to be. How I want it to be...I love Edward, and need to be with him forever. I want this.” The tears began to fall again. “It isn’t the change, it is just the loss…just remember, you promised me…you and Billy will take care of Charlie no matter what.”
“Always, Bella,” he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, holding me together for one last time.
A short time later Edward pulled up in front of the house. As he approached us the curiosity on his face was replaced by concern. “Bella, are you okay?” he asked worriedly as he pulled me from Jake’s arms into his own. I heard Jacob sigh with resignation.
“I just had a bad moment Edward, I am fine,” I embraced him tightly, his arms folding around me, calming me.
He pressed his lips against my head and then looked at Jacob and muttered, “Thank you.”
I looked up at him in query. He smiled and whispered, “He told me what happened and that he was trying to make you feel better.” I nodded in confirmation.
“Hey…” Charlie opened the door, “Oh, hello Edward,” his tone more serious.
“Good evening, sir.” Edward nodded, releasing our embrace and pulling me close to his side.
An uncomfortable silence loomed for a moment and then my dad spoke, “Edward, you are my son-in-law, now. You can call me Charlie, no need for the sir.” Charlie’s mood was still jolly.
“Thank you Charlie.” Edward smiled at him, squeezing my hand tightly.
“Everyone come on in, it is still early,” he left no room for argument as he made his way back into the living room. I pulled Edward and Jacob inside with me, holding each of their hand in one of my own. They were going to do this for me; I could see it in their eyes.
The conversation was light for the rest of the evening. Everyone joined in with scarcely a temper flaring or even a glare. It was a beautiful night, I couldn’t have asked for a better day. I was sorry when Charlie finally began to yawn, indicating it was time for us to leave for the evening.
I walked Jacob out, leaving Edward and my father alone in the living room. A lingering hug and a small kiss on the cheek, our boundaries now clearly intact, Jacob moved to get into his car. I lightly touched his arm and he move towards me, brushing his hand against my face softly, I stared into his eyes, “Just trying to memorize your face, I may not see it again,” he sighed.
I smiled, the evening was too good for any more tears, “Jacob, if that is the case, always know that I love you, you were there for me when I needed you, you saved my life in so many ways, I truly do love you…”
“You just love him more,” understanding instead of hatred in his voice. He smiled again, my Jacob, as I waved at him driving away.
I stood at the curb for a time until I felt the strong, cold arms of my husband wrap around my waist. “Bella,” he breathed in my ear, “you should go tell you father good night and make plans for another evening, he needs you. I will wait out here.” Turning quickly to kiss him hard I ran up to the house.
“Dad?” I called from the doorway.
“In the kitchen,” he called.
I walked in as he was washing the last of the dishes. “Hey, I think we are going to head home, but I wanted to say good night.”
He smiled and walked over to me and pulled me into a tight hug. Charlie never showed emotion but I could swear he was holding back tears as he broke away. “Ok, sweetie, when will I see you again?”
“Well, depends what’s for dinner tomorrow night, I guess,” a big smile on my face.
“Whatever you want,” he said. “And tell Edward to join us,” he said, meaning it this time.
“Will do,” I promised. “See you tomorrow!”
I ran into Edward as I skipped out the door, his arms catching me before I fell. I laughed and kissed his neck. “I love you, Mr. Cullen.”
“I love you too, Mrs. Cullen,” he sighed, pulling me away from him looking at my face with amusement. “You are happy tonight…” he asked with a question in his tone.
“Yes, lots of love today, I am filled to the brim with it…” I almost sung.
“Hmm,” his eyes searching mine, “hope you don’t mind if I try to squeeze in a little more…” he laughed as he scooped me into his arms.
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