Title: How It should Have Been Chapter 5A
Ship: Jacob/Bella
Rated: PG
Spoilers: New Moon
Summary: Bella has a dream.
A/N: I have a lot of apologies to make: Sorry about the pancake fixation. I found out that pancakes make me sick in the morning, and they were my favorite, so now I have pancake envy. And I apologize for the delay.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, so I’ll probably just do some random companion pieces until my muse strikes.

Warning: Heavy fluff. You might suffocate.

I see it around me, I see it in everything.
I could be so much more than this.
I said my goodbye's this is my sundown.
I'm gonna be so much more than this.

-My Sundown by Jimmy Eat World

I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the brightness in the room. I was lying on Jacob’s couch, with blankets pulled up to my chin. I couldn’t remember my dream, but it felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

I glanced to the left, and saw Jacob sprawled across the floor, taking up most of the living room. Blankets were strewn around him, so I knew he had fallen asleep down there. His face was scrunched up, like he was dreaming about something unpleasant. I laughed silently as his scowl deepened.

My stomach grumbled, so I stood up carefully, trying not to wake Jacob. I was almost in the clear, when my foot got snagged on one of his blankets, and I pitched forward, straight onto Jacob.

Jacob awoke with a loud oof! to find me lying practically on top of him.

I scrambled to get up, apologizing profusely, but Jacob held onto me. “I’m sorry, Jacob. I was just trying to go get some food, and I fell, and I’m really sorry.”

Jacob waited patiently while I babbled, his eyes still half-closed with sleep. “S’okay,” he said finally as he stretched slowly, a huge yawn escaping. “Beautiful women stumble over me every morning.”

“Well, you do take up an awful lot of room.”

“Besides,” he continued, ignoring my comment. “It’s really hard to hurt me.”

I wasn’t entirely convinced, but it eased my mind a little. The room was silent, except for the low sound of rain bouncing off the roof. My head was resting uncomfortably on the floor so I moved my body, using Jacob’s chest as a cushion.

I could hear his heartbeat under my ear, the steady thrumming making me smile; Edward didn’t have a heartbeat. I turned my head to the side, and kissed his chest.

I could feel Jacob smile as he wrapped his arms around my shoulder. He teased me, kissing my forehead, my eye, my nose, my top lip, before finally settling fully on my lips.

My stomach growled loudly, interrupting us. I blushed in embarrassment. “Come on,” I said. “I’ll make you some pancakes.”

He stood up and put his hand on the small of my back, allowing me to lead him into the kitchen.

I watched Jacob finish off his fifth helping of pancakes with a look of disgust on my face. “That is just gross. How does Billy keep you fed? And how do you not weigh a thousand pounds?”

Jacob smiled around a mouthful of pancakes and said, “I run a lot, remember? Besides, I usually eat a meal over at Sam and Emily’s, though I don’t usually eat as many of her pancakes. I think yours are better.”

“You think?” I was slightly offended.

Jacob smiled again, some syrup dripping down his face. “Yes.”

Handing him a napkin I said, “That’s disgusting. Close your mouth when you chew.”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Yes mom.”

He finished off his food and leaned back, balancing on two of the chair legs, with a sigh. “Would you still love me if I did weigh a thousand pounds?”

I smiled and without thinking responded, “I’ll always love you.”

His chair came down with a crash, startling me into realization. I blushed deeply, embarrassed that I had blurted that out. But before I could take back what I had said, Jacob was at my side, pulling me to my feet.

I opened my mouth to say something, but was instantly stopped by his lips crashing on mine. I opened my mouth slightly as he drew me closer, running his hands up and down my back. I felt his tongue graze over my bottom lip and a chill ran down my spin. Jacob deepened the kiss, letting his tongue explore my mouth. He tasted like syrup and butter. I smiled into his kiss.

Jacob swept me into his arms, and set me on the countertop. I briefly wondered what was with us and making out on countertops, but pushed the thought aside as his hand smoothed over my stomach, making me gasp in surprise and pleasure.

Jacob pulled back slightly. His lips were bright red, and I smiled bashfully. He leaned his forehead against mine and said, “I love you too.”

I dug my hands into his hair and tugged him closer. “That’s good,” I whispered against his lips. “But I didn’t doubt it for a second.”