OK, just to clear a few things up: I have NOT abandoned ANY of my stories, I made a vow to myself that they will ALL be completed, but sometimes I need other distractions and this as well as a few others are my distractions.
Thank you and big bug hugs to my friend, rock, prom date and person who I quite honestly couldn't live without lol, Simply Jaded4. I love you, sweetie. Thank you for putting up with my crazy ass and letting me bug you with every weird idea I ever had. You mean the world to me and you'll never know I thankful I am to have a friend like you in my life.
Massive props to Madmamabear and 's for pre-reading!
My name is Jake Black.
I'm twenty-nine years old. I live in Seattle, and I'm a doting father to my four year old son, Ethan.
Four years ago today, I met a beautiful, perfect stranger in the most unlikeliest of places. She may not realise this, but she changed my life in more ways than one. I was a naive, struggling kid trying to find my place in the world when she walked into my life, and now I'm a man. I'm a man who knows how it feels to lose everything, to hit rock bottom and to feel like the entire fucking world is against you. I might not have made the best decisions in my life, but she and my son were the best things that could've ever happened to me. They were my turning point. She was there when I needed her the most. She helped me when I lost the will to keep going. She cried, yelled and gave me the kick I needed when I'd come close to saying, "Fuck you," to the world, but she stopped me; she saved me. She has always loved me without restraint-unconditionally and unreservedly.
She loves my son as if he is her own. She shields, protects and keeps him safe when the world threatens to break us. She loves him like a mother should love a son. In my eyes, Ethan is our child.
She completes us.
My story isn't the most mind-blowing. Some may say it's pretty boring, but those people haven't walked a mile in my shoes.
Everything I own, I've had to work my ass off for. I'm proud of who I am today. I'm fucking proud of the man she's helped me become-she's proud of the man I've become; the man I knew I was deep down inside and she'll never know how much it means that she's proud of me. It might've taken me awhile to get there, but with her love, friendship, strength and support, I've found my place in the world. Ethan and I found our place in the world.
And it was with Bella Swan right by our side.
When I look at her, I feel a sense of pride wash over my heart. That sexy and sassy little minx is all mine. She loves me for me. She loves the man that was hidden beneath all of the layers of bitterness and anger. She might not be perfect, but she's perfect to me.
I owe her my life, and if she'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my damned life trying my hardest to make her as happy as she's made me.
I never thought I'd experience true love. I never thought I'd be that lucky. But I did, and I am, and that was all down to one woman.
So, kick back, grab a beer and let me take you on the roller coaster ride that was my life, and let me show how one woman gave me my unexpected happiness.
So whatcha think? Give up or keep going?