Author's Note: You can't not write this. It's like.. dhurrr.
He had three lives; more than Bella. One was the normal path – the perfect path. The second, was the life with werewolves. And the third, was the life that vampires brought him. The drug. And he wanted all three so much.
The life Jacob would have taken, should have taken, the healthy life, the safe life was with Bella. They were meant to be, supposed to be in a world without myths. He could see the life planned out, they'd live in La Push, in his house, and Charlie would come over every week. They would have one son, maybe a daughter which he would dote on. Bella wouldn't have just stuck with being a normal housewife. She was much more special, and maybe the two would open a small car-shop, and that way, they would have the perfect life, and that... he wants it.
He yearns for the perfect life. But, alas.
But then, after his date with her, he turned into a werewolf – it changed everything. Nothing was the same, and if Bella was any sane human, she would have stayed away from him. But she didn't, and Victoria came and more werewolves formed, and the 'girlie wolf' formed with them. Leah, she was annoying, but... they fit. Maybe not like he was made for her, no, but they fit. He would get over Bella, and Bella would keep on loving Edward. Maybe, as he said, he would have a life in the wilds, he expected that, but it wasn't right, now that he looked back at it, and he would find himself with Leah, somehow. In reality, he saw that it was the bloodsuckers that pulled the bond of him and her together, but without them, he knew he was going to end up with her, Leah. Their life, it was good. She would quit the pack, or maybe never phased, and he would follow her. They had eternity, or until she quit the pack, anyway.
And it would have been suitable. Right. Bella wasn't his, so he had his claim on Leah, didn't he? But yet again, alas.
Bella and Edward, a single entity. One cannot live, no, exist without the other. They were perfect. They had the perfect daughter, the perfect family, the perfect friends, and each the perfect lover. Every time Jacob looked at Renesmee, he knew this was his true choice. If he closed his eyes at the moment he leaped at her, missing her beautiful face, she would be gone. He was thankful he saw her dazzling, shining brown eyes at that moment, and everything locked into place. She was his, and he was hers. He wouldn't live without her. And in his heart, he knew that she would never be whole if he failed to exist. She was his drug, unhealthy but necessary. It was never meant to be, he would say, and it wasn't. But she was perfect. Even more so than Bella. And he loved her, and he was going to do anything for her for the rest of his and her overly extended life.
He knew it.