Chapter 49: Remembering December
Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns Twilight
Jeez, what could I say to her to make things right? Admittedly, I was a jealous fool, but I knew without a doubt that she'd forgive me for acting like a complete idiot. She was already aware of the green-eyed feelings I had whenever I was around Paul, so my reaction should've been no surprise to her.
I walked through the door and saw her still finishing up the laundry, which had been piled on the futon. She looked up from her task, training those big doe eyes on me. I shrugged sheepishly like the moron I was.
Sitting down beside her, I blew a bubble of air out from my puffed cheeks. "So, I guess I jumped to conclusions, huh?"
Her face remained a mask of indifference. "Yeah, you did."
Michel heard me, and came scampering into the room, landing in my lap. He crawled up my chest like a little monkey, finally reaching his fingers behind my head. I patted his back, thankful for his support at least.
Looking straight into her eyes, I confessed, "I'm sorry, but that guy just whips me into a jealous frenzy. I can't see straight when he's near you. I already lost you once, and I don't wanna go through that again. The pain was unbearable. I hated feeling like that. It'll always be a worry for me—that fear of losing you."
Bella huffed at me, and threw the shirt she was folding into the basket. "We're not having this conversation again. I have no interest in Paul, except maybe as a friend, now that he's seen the light." Bella shook her head slightly. "I'm so in love with you, Jake. No one can come between us. Now, c'mere, stupid."
I put Michel down on the carpet and reached for my sweetheart. Our lips met in a make-up kiss.
"Am I forgiven, then?"
"Always," she answered.
Michel scrambled onto the futon once more, trying to get on my shoulders. "Daddy, Daddy, I'm hungry," he whined.
"Don't you ever feed this kid?" I teased.
"What are you talking about? He eats nonstop. He's a bottomless pit. Remind you of anyone, you know, loverboy?"
I pulled him away from my back, and swung him toward me, as I rubbed noses with him. "He's a growin' boy, huh, Mikie?"
"Yes ... I'm hungry, Mommy."
Paul really did an about face, as Jacob would say. He and Rachel sorted out their differences after my talk with her. They got married that December, and as promised, Rebecca and Kapono made it in time for the wedding. We were one big happy family.
After all the Christmas festivities, we flew to Phoenix and celebrated all over again with my mom and dad. Lorna even appeared at the house to see her grandson.
Esau came to visit and he and Maria hit it off. They were a couple now. Embry's nurse finished up her tour and moved to Beaver so she could be closer to him. It sounded like wedding bells would soon be peeling for them too.
It was always a nonstop adventure being married to my Jacob. I'd just come inside after weeding the garden when my sweetheart came out of the bedroom holding something behind his back.
"What's that you're trying to hide from me, hotstuff?"
Jerking slightly, he replied, "Nothing."
"It's not nothing. Now, what are you up to?"
He kept a straight face. "Need to know basis."
I reached a hand forward, trying to see what it was. "Well, I need to know. What is it?"
He smirked at me, and began walking backwards. I was really intrigued at this point. I lurched toward him, and he turned, running out the back door. I followed, trying to keep up. Panting, he finally stopped, and I reached around his waist attempting to see what he was hiding. It was a long tube of paper that he was now holding over his head, and then to the right of him, and then to his left.
I tackled him, and he fell to the ground on his back, I'm sure only to humor me. I tickled him until he handed over the big secret. I unrolled it, and nearly burst from excitement. It was the blue prints for our new home.
Jacob braced himself on one elbow. "I've already got the spot picked out. It's on a hill overlookin' the ocean, just like you wanted. So whaddya think?"
"I think I love you, Jacob Black."
Suddenly, he was grappling with me, and I found myself underneath him, his body pressed to mine. "Prove it to me."
I took a fistful of his hair, and drew his head close to mine. I got ready to brush my lips against his when Michel bolted out into the yard. "Can I play too?"
We both groaned at the same time.
"Not this game," Jacob muttered, as he lifted me off the ground.
Michel trotted over to us, and pulled on the leg of my jeans. "Mommy, I'm hungry."
A year passed, and my mom called me to let me know that James had gotten out of prison on parole, and had moved to New York to pursue a music career. Apparently, he had no regrets about Michel being brought up by my husband. And—Jacob, true to his word, adopted my son, renaming him, Michael Jacob Black.
The following spring, Jacob and I were sitting on the driftwood bench at First Beach. Evening was just beginning to fall, while we gazed at the ocean. Michael was with Aunt Sue, so we could be alone. I had something important to tell him. "Remember the first time you brought me here?"
"How could I forget? This seat was all covered in ice. We were both freezin' our tatas off."
I laughed, shoving him playfully. "I didn't even know I had any tatas. Is that Hawaiian? Oh ... forget it. But I need to tell you something."
"Go on, I'm listening."
"I know how much you love children, so how would you feel about having one of your own—biologically, I mean." I smiled then, thinking about all the people that commented on how much Michael looked like Jacob.
He nodded. "That would suit me perfectly."
"Well, then I have a present for you."
"You mean ...?
Jacob jumped off the seat, and held me, wetting my face with kisses.
"Jeez, Bells. I'm ... I'm ... speechless. Is it a girl or a boy?"
"Settle down; I don't know yet. I just barely found out two days ago. You'll have to be patient."
We snuggled again on the bench. I began thinking out loud. "I can't believe how our life has turned out. You're flying choppers just like you wanted. I'm working at the clinic. Michael has the best daddy in the world, and I've got the best husband and lover."
I lowered my voice, staring out at the waves crashing on the shore. "I broke your heart one December, years ago, and I'll always have to live with that regret, but then, in another December, I somehow managed to mend it back together again. I shudder to think what would have happened if I never took Angela or Maria's advice."
"But you did, and I'll always go back to that December, and relive it all over again. Even with the snow and ice, that was the warmest December I'd ever remembered."
I was in a dream state after Bella broke her news to me. She was pregnant with our child. Michael would have a brother or sister. My heart must've swollen to twice its size.
I continued to listen to every word she said about the day I met her on Maria's doorstep. It stirred up memories of that first Christmas at my dad's. She still wore the dog tags I'd given her occasionally, and I noticed them just today, dangling from her throat. I leaned forward, and tugged gently on them, laying them in my palm. While I gazed at the silver pendants, I realized they would always remind me of that December, and all the Decembers that our future held. No matter how many years that would come and go, I'd remember that time and the little brunette standing on the threshold of Maria's apartment. Yeah ... I'd remember that December for the rest of my life—'til my last breath, and 'til the very last beat of my heart.