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Who's He?

In this story Bella is torn between two guys, but will she pick the right one?

I hope you like it. This is my first fan fic so please review!

8. Pancakes For All

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I woke up to the dazzling sunlight peeping through a crack in the curtains, I was back at the cottage. I remember going to sleep in a locked car, which was in the middle of a parking lot. So how did I get here? Or was that all just a dream? I looked down to find that I was in the clothes I had on yesterday, so it wasn’t a dream.

I rolled over the other side of the bed, expecting to find Jacob lying there, fast asleep, but ended up rolling to his side of the bed and out, landing with a loud thump on the floor.

With that all my emotions of yesterday came rushing back to me. I’m not pretty. I wish all my opinion of my appearance would go away. Ok maybe I’m not that pretty on the outside, but at least I have a great personality. I think. Well if I didn’t have a great personality then why would Jake marry me? Well he’s not here now, oh, great, he’s left me.

I felt a single tear rush into my eye, but I wiped it away before it even hit my cheek. I got up and straightened myself up. I’m being stupid!

I walked down the stairs and found the smell of maple syrup drifting its way from the kitchen. So Jake didn’t leave me. Joy made its way through me, and relief, of course Jake wouldn’t leave me. I felt myself blush at my own stupidity.

I saw Jake before he saw me. He was standing over the cooker flipping pancakes, I found myself watching him. I could see the amount of effort he was putting in them to make them perfect. His big black eyes glimmered with perfection. I love Jacob Black. I love him. I. Love. Him. Jacob. Black. I. Love. Him. Love. I just wanted to shout it to the world.

It must have been twenty minutes I’ve been watching it and yet I haven’t got board, how could I?

I laughed when he got one of the pancakes stuck to the ceiling.

He finally noticed me and looked down from the gooey mess that he had just made.

“She’s awake,” he laughed and hugged me tightly.

I hugged him back and held him tight, absorbing all of the Jacob-ness. I wanted to stand in his warm arms forever and soak up all our love for each other.

Jake ruined the quiet-ness with the last question I wanted to answer.

“So, what was yesterday about?”

I searched my head for at least one sensible answer, but couldn’t find any. All there is is childish remarks on how unpretty I look. But now I have no remarks left, I didn’t care if I wasn’t pretty, I didn’t care if no other boy was interested in me, I didn’t care if I was never going to get noticed my jealous girls in the street. I had Jake, and that’s all I ever need. He loved me for who I really was, for my personality and I loved him back.

“You don’t want to know,” I said while tearing out of thought. I think he did want to know, but I just didn’t want to tell him. I felt stupid just saying it in my head never mind aloud.

“I do want to know,” Jake sat down, knowing this would be serious. “You can tell me.”

“Its nothing,” I sat down in the opposite seat.

“Bells, come on. I’m your husband and you can trust me with anything,” he took my hands in his and squeezed them lovingly.

Suddenly I had an urge to tell him everything, knowing that he would listen and not laugh, I could trust him.

“Well….,” I murmured not knowing where to start. “Yesterday when we went to the restaurant I felt the happiest I had been all this honeymoon. Even though I had this thing on,” I looked disapprovingly down at my bandaged arm. “It was perfect. Then when you went to the restroom I took a look around at all of the amazing decoration. It was like a movie. I saw a couple sitting in the corner and they looked like something out of a movie. They were utterly beautiful and, I know it sounds stupid, but, I got jealous. The girl was so pretty and it just shattered my self esteem. I don’t make a real effort what I look like and it made me realise that I’m not really pretty like every other girl. I’m ugly.” I found myself bursting into tears again and my self esteem growing lower.

“Bells,” Jake said and walked over to my chair. He hugged me lovingly. “You are pretty. Why would I marry you if you weren’t. You have the most beautiful chocolate eyes and the most lovely face I have ever seen. You‘re wonderful.”

“Thanks Jake,” I said feeling truly better. “I was just being stupid.”

Just then the pancake that Jake had just chucked at the ceiling earlier, came down on my face, leaving an uncooked mess on me. Great. Just what I wanted.

Jake laughed uncontrollably and I couldn’t help but join in. I walked over to the sink and scrubbed my face with my hands until all the dough had come off. There was one question that was bugging me and even with the stupidest of ideas I couldn’t work it out.

“So, how did you get into the car, I remember locking it?”

“Well this guy helped out. He said he had just finished his meal and would like to help. Although his girlfriend didn’t come near me, she just stood there staring like I had just slapped her with a wet fish. Yeah, he got a branch from a tree and used that to yank the door open. He was really strong, oh, what did he say his name was? Edward that was it and his sour faced girlfriend was called Rosalie.” He said this all without stopping.

Edward must have been real nice to help a guy who’s girlfriend had just locked herself in a car and gone to sleep. He must think I’m a complete loony. Probably thought I was this drunk who had thrown up and gone to sleep in a car. Hopefully I’ll never meet him or his girlfriend, so I wont be completely embarrassed. As if I didn’t last night!