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How Wonderful Life is, Now You're in the World.

Chapter 1

Jacob

I came awake with a start and lay breathing heavily in the cool darkness of the room. I could feel Nessie's warm body cuddled to my side. From her soft breathing, I was relieved that I hadn't woken her. I pulled her closer, careful not to wake her as I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't, still feeling shaken from the strange, yet foggy dream.

I couldn't remember a time when I had dreams. Even as a child, when I slept, I would practically go into a coma. It was only after phasing the first time that my senses got alert enough to wake at the slightest of sounds. But even then, I never dreamt. Having dreams now, at this age, shook me pretty badly. I could still feel the uneasiness in my chest.

Carefully, I slipped out from under Nessie and pulled the sheets up to cover her before pulling on a pair of sweat pants. Then quietly, I slipped out of the bedroom and made my way downstairs, not needing any lights, thanks to the wolf genes that had bestowed built in night vision. In the kitchen, I flipped on the dim cabinet lights that gave a comforting glow of the counter tops, not bothering with the overhead lights. Getting the milk out of the fridge, I set about the makings of a cup of hot chocolate.

As the milk heated, I gazed over my kitchen. Our kitchen. Nessie's and mine. I looked over the comfortable kitchen table and chairs, designed for large wolf men and the cozy couches set in the little nook by the windows for when Nessie had friends over and they gossiped while they cooked for us wolves. It had been two years since we had moved into our home in La Push. A little over two years since we've been married. Married. I still get a thrill when I associate that word with myself and when I call Nessie my wife. I had come a long way from the poor, yet happy-go-lucky kid from an Indian reservation to the man I am today. I liked the turns my life had taken.

Just as I was pouring my drink into a large, thick mug, I picked up a sound that broke the stillness of the night. I looked at the glowing clock on the microwave. Four am. I walked over to the large bay windows and watched the spectacle down the hill. A muscle car, modified so much that it was not possible to guess the make of, had knocked down Billy's mailbox. I watched passively as a giggling and drunken figure climbed out of the car and stumbled into the house while the loud car pulled away. I sighed.

Rebecca. My sister. Rachel's twin. We had found her in Hawaii and brought her back to La Push over a year ago. I still wonder if we had done the right thing bringing her back.

I picked up the phone on the very first ring and waited silently to listen for any sounds of Nessie stirring. Hearing nothing, I brought the phone to my ear.

"Hi, Dad."

"Jacob." That was all he said.

He really didn't have to say much. He must have also woken up when Rebecca had come home. He was so happy to have her back in La Push that he overlooked everything, choosing to exist in a pseudo universe where everything was okay. Then he'd go into these moments of depression over how she'd turned out and the embarrassment she's been causing. She was not the sister I remembered growing up with.

"You okay, dad?"

"Yes, I could see your light was on. Can't sleep?"

I hesitated. Should I tell him about my dreams? Should I tell him that I've been jolting up from deep sleep after having strange dreams for these past couple of days? I really wanted to tell him.

"Yeah, couldn't sleep. Thought I'd get a drink."

"Jacob."

"Relax dad. I'm having some hot chocolate."

It was funny that he was worried about my alcohol consumption when my wolf genes burn off whatever buzz I can get within minutes. Then I remembered, he's living with my alcoholic sister. It's only natural that he'd worry about his other children.

"Dad, we should do something about Rebecca."

"She just needs time, Jacob. She's made some mistakes in life. Give her time."

I sighed. This was not the first time he's gotten defensive over her. I didn't want to push him either. I just wanted him happy. We hung up soon after and I sprawled out on the couch by the kitchen window, preferring the darkness. My wedding ring clicked sharply on the side of the mug as I cupped it in my hands. I turned my hand slightly to study the ring better, as I let my thoughts wander.

My mind wander to that fateful day a year ago. We'd been married a little over a year and we were happy. I loved everything about my life, from life with Nessie to my business that was doing so well. From the beautiful house on the hill that we'd built, that completely incorporates everything I had wanted to everything that was Nessie. From the relationship with my extended family – my vampire family to the close brotherhood of my wolf pack. From the looks of respect from the town folks of La Push and Forks to the responsibility of becoming a member of the Quileute Tribal Council. I liked everything about my life. Or rather, I had liked everything.

It had been Nessie and Rachel who had planned that short trip to Hawaii. They'd booked the chalets by the beach. Paul and I were informed about our impromptu trip after all the arrangements had been made. The chalets were side by side and I remember that we'd been there two days, when the kid who had wheeled our breakfast in had accidentally knocked over the coffee pot and it had shattered on the floor, covering everything with glass and coffee. I was hardly surprised as the kid had his eyes on Nessie the whole time. She is so beautiful that she does take people by surprise when they see her for the first time. I remember how she soothed him as he started stammering his apologies, keeping his fearful eyes on me. I nodded curtly and told him to get someone to come clean up the mess and he rushed out of the room. I remember being the one to open the door for the maid who came. I remember noticing the blonde hair as I had opened the door and gestured to the direction of the mess. I remember calling Paul to get him to meet me as we had rented a boat to go scuba diving. I remember Nessie coming out of the bedroom and make her way towards the maid. I remember the gasp from Nessie that brought me immediately to her side. I remember wrapping my arms around her and taking in her surprised expression.

"Babe?"

"Jake," was all she managed as she turned back to the maid. The blonde maid was also turning to look at Nessie. I glanced at her before turning my attention back to Nessie, still not registering anything, only concerned about Nessie.

"Rebecca?" Nessie asked softly.

I turned to the maid as she nodded, still kneeling on the floor.

"Rebecca Black?"

This time she had my full attention as I turned to the maid in surprise. Rebecca Black, my older sister. I didn't recognize her. I couldn't believe this person with the bleached blonde hair and the multiple piercing on her ears and the hotel uniform, with the top unbuttoned to show off a vulgar display of cleavage was my sister. It was safe to say, she didn't recognize me either. I hadn't seen her in over fifteen years and I was not longer the skinny little kid she remembered.

Nessie broke out of her trance and rushed for the phone, calling Rachel and urging her to come over fast, while I stood and stared down at Rebecca as she slowly rose to her feet, with a small smile on her lips. I got a little uncomfortable as it felt almost like she was checking me out.

"I'm Jacob, your brother," I said flatly and was satisfied to see the shock on her face as she studied my features. No doubt looking for resemblance of the boy she remembered.

Rachel saved us the need to say anything as she rushed into the chalet and threw herself at Rebecca. I wrapped my arm around Nessie's shoulder as she slipped hers around my waist. I studied my sisters. They were twins. Once upon a time they were identical. I took in Rachel's long black healthy hair and the glow on her skin to the tasteful Hawaiian printed wrap dress she wore, no doubt over her swimsuit. It was hard for me, their brother to believe that they're related. It was hard to believe how one twin could look so beautiful and elegant and the other so trashy. I trampled down the guilt that the thought had evoked. I caught Paul's questioning look.

"Paul, looks like we've finally found my sister Rebecca."

Paul looked intrigued as he studied both sisters. He kept his face carefully blank and I could only wonder if his thoughts were the same as mine. Rachel tearfully turned to introduce him and Nessie to Rebecca. I felt the same sense of discomfort I'd felt earlier when it seemed to me as if Rebecca was checking Paul out as she totally ignored Nessie.

Rachel had taken charge at that point and gotten Rebecca organized. Getting her to take the day off and canceling our scuba diving trip. We had lunch in Paul and Rachel's chalet as Rachel coaxed Rebecca to tell her story. I listened quietly, still not sure of how I felt.

"Alika left me within a year of marriage," Rebecca said in a matter of fact manner. "I didn't want to come home, especially after how the old man was making such a fuss of me marrying Alika in the first place."

"Oh Rebecca, you should have been amongst your loved ones. You have such a large support group in La Push," Nessie said softly.

Rebecca laughed a harsh grating laugh. "Jake, your little girlfriend is funny."

"She's my wife," I said flatly as Nessie tightened her hand in mine. Don't Jacob, please. I sighed. She always worries about others.

"Why didn't you return for my wedding? Or Jacob's?" Rachel asked.

"Why? So I could look like a failure while the two of you shone in Dad's eyes?"

"Becca, I needed you there. I wanted my sister there with me on the happiest day of my life."

"Yes, but that didn't stop you from getting married did it?" Rebecca asked as she lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

I didn't like this person. She disgusted me. I didn't like the snide sideways looks Rebecca kept sending to Nessie. And it bothered me how Nessie kept making me hold my tongue.

Rachel talked Rebecca into returning to La Push, telling her without consulting Paul, that she could live with her until she got on her feet. It troubled me from the start how Rebecca kept snubbing Nessie, but Nessie as usual wanted me to remain silent, saying Rebecca must be overwhelmed.

The return to La Push was a joyous one for Billy and Rachel. If I was really honest about my feelings, it was safe to say, I felt nothing for Rebecca. I didn't like the look on her face as she checked out the changes made to Billy's house. I didn't like her expression as she checked out my cars and my house. I didn't like the way she would march into my house like she had a bigger right there than Nessie did. And most of all, I didn't like seeing the image in Paul's mind when we were wolves, when Rebecca had come onto to him. I didn't like the things she had said to him as he had shoved her away and stormed off. I didn't like the way both Paul and I were keeping this from Billy and Rachel just to protect their feelings.

I came out of my reverie as the overhead lights came on and I looked up from my now cold mug of chocolate to see Nessie hovering by the doorway, looking worried.

"Hey you, I woke up and you weren't there. What's wrong?" she asked softly as she came over to me.

I took in how she looked in my t'shirt. The ends of it falling to the tops of her thighs and the way her now short hair framed her face with tousled curls, emphasizing her beautiful eyes and luminous skin. She still donated her hair every couple of years. Always compassionate and caring, my Nessie. I placed my mug on the coffee table and leaned back so she could sit herself on my lap.

"What's wrong, Jakey?" she asked again as she traced the frown lines on my forehead.

"Just thinking," I said as I grabbed her hand from my face and pressed a kiss to her palm.

"What about?"

I shook my head, not wanting to talk about Rebecca. Wanting to tell her about my dream, but not knowing how to or if I should.

"This is not the first time I've woken up this week and you're not in bed. What is it, Jakey? Something is worrying you. Is it the pack?"

Nessie

I waited for Jacob to answer. He'd been acting strange the whole week. I could always read him. I've been around him my whole life after all. He was going through the daily motions but there was something on his mind. And my stubborn wolf as usual was trying to solve everything by himself.

"It's nothing, babe. It's just a feeling, kinda - I'll tell you as soon as it makes sense to me," he murmured as he pressed a kiss under my jaw.

I knew he was attempting to distract me. I ran my hands through his hair and grabbing a handful, I pulled him gently away from my neck. "Jacob Black! Do not try to distract me!"

He grinned as he said "But Nessie Black, it's you who's distracting. Have you any idea how perfect you are?"

I sighed. He was not going to tell me anything. Not tonight at least. "You're not going to tell me are you?" I noticed how his eyes slipped to the windows and then came back to me. I guessed immediately. "It's Rebecca isn't it?"

He grimaced as he said "She came home drunk at four. Woke my Dad." I noticed how he struggled with himself before he continued, "I wish my Dad would notice how toxic she's become. I don't know what's happened to her."

I didn't know what to tell him so I continued stroking the back of his neck, just listening with my head on his shoulder.

"She used to be so different, Ness. She used to be nice. When my mom died, it was Rebecca who dried my eyes and held me during the funeral. Do you know that she packed my school lunch for me everyday until the day she left?"

I was hard for me to picture Rebecca as a caring person. There was nothing about her now that hinted of a different past character. But watching Rachel and knowing how nice she is, I wondered what could have happened to Rebecca to have so drastically changed her.

"This person that we've brought back, I don't know her, Nessie. She's not my sister. I don't know who she is."

"Jacob," I started but he furiously shook his head and I fell silent.

"You want to know something? She embarrasses me. When I face people these days, I wonder if they're thinking that I'm related to her. She – she's sleeping around like nobody's business. She embarrasses me," he whispered harshly, as if he was confessing to some serious crime.

I held him close. I knew what he meant. Rachel had made a similar confession to me recently. I also knew that Rebecca had been flaunting her relationship to Jacob to secure credit from a few bars in Forks.

"She needs help, Jacob," I whispered. I didn't know how to tell Jake that I suspected something had happened to her to make her change to this extent. He walked around with enough problems these days.

"Fuck, Nessie. You think I don't know that? My dad doesn't want to listen. I don't know how to make him listen," he said in a raised voice.

I remained silent, continued playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Suddenly he pressed his forehead to mine.

"I'm sorry, baby. I don't know why I'm taking it out on you."

"Its okay, Jakey."

When he fell silent, I continued playing with his hair, tilting my head back as he started to nuzzle my neck. When his hands started wandering under the t'shirt, I stood up and held out my hand. He stood up and swept me up into his arms instead, stopping by the light switches for me to turn them off.

I pushed away all thoughts of Rebecca and strived to do the same for Jacob. He needed to be distracted. He had enough on his plate and right now he was too tense. I let my hands go down a familiar path as I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. Yes, Jacob needed distraction.

Much later, after Jacob had fallen asleep, I listened to his heartbeats as I lay with my head on his chest. The sun was slowly rising, filling the room with soft light and my eyes fell on the dresser across the bed. I could get the scent of the white roses I'd placed in a vase on that very dresser, right beside our wedding picture in its silver frame. In the dim light, I could just make out the beaming smile on both our faces. It had been the happiest day of my life, a little over two years now. It was amazing how time flew by.

That day had promised to be the beginning step of the brightest and happiest future for Jacob and me. We had plans and dreams. I wanted to fill the house with children. Jacob's and my children. I had my birth control taken out over a year ago. We were more than ready to start our family. I remembered the disappointment I'd feel every time I got my period. After the first few months of dealing with my tears and telling each other that we'll be lucky next month, Jake now just watches me silently for signs showing on my face. Signs telling him that I've failed to get pregnant yet again, before pulling me into a tight hug and then taking me hunting.

I wish we could talk about it. I wanted to, no - needed to talk about it. I wanted to know what was going on behind that expressionless face at times like that. But I didn't know how to bring it up. I wish I knew what Jacob thought. I knew he was disappointed. But does he hate me? What if I've inherited that part of my vampire genes? What if I could never get pregnant? Would Jacob hate me? I certainly hated myself.

My eyes filled with tears and I slowly slipped out of Jacob's arms and made my way to the bathroom. I didn't want him to catch me crying. It was ironic, how badly I wanted to talk to him about this and yet shying away from the topic every time the opportunity was right to discuss it. I let the hot water flow over me as I let the tears fall. It was a relief to release that pent up emotion.

When Jacob came down to the kitchen much later, Collin and Joey were just finishing their breakfast after a night of patrolling. Jacob came right up to me to kiss me tenderly. I could feel how much he loves me just from the way he held me. Would he love me as much if I could never give him a baby? He stroked my cheek as he looked down at me.

"You need to hunt," he whispered.

"Not yet," I blushed. I always needed blood in my diet when I got my period, but discussing this in the vicinity of other werewolf's super hearing was embarrassing.

Jake wasn't deterred though. "You're looking pale, baby," he said before kissing me again. Then he lightly smacked a sniggering Joey on the back of his head as he made his way to the table and started on his breakfast.

I studied Jacob for some form of disappointment or anger but finding none. He was going about the day as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I guess I should do the same.

Later in the afternoon, I thought about taking some food down to Billy's, suddenly feeling the need for company, when I heard the soft sounds of Billy's motorized wheelchair coming up the tiled driveway. I rushed to open the door, grinning at the welcome turn of events.

"Hello, Nessie. Would you mind the company of an old man for lunch?"

I laughed, "I was just about to come down to your place for that same company. Come into the kitchen. Lunch is ready."

I rush to set the table and dish out the beef stew as Billy wheeled over to the fridge and brought the jug of iced tea to the table. I watched Billy as we ate, noticing how he was savoring every mouthful. It was at moments like these, that I felt good about myself. I liked cooking. I found it soothing and I loved it when my cooking was appreciated. Billy caught me watching him and he looked up at me with a smile.

"Do you like it?" I asked, slightly embarrassed.

"What is there not to like? You've always been very good at everything you do. Ever since you were a child."

"Thanks Dad," I blushed.

"I look forward to the day that you and Jacob become parents. There is no doubt in my mind about what great people my grandchildren are going to turn out to be with such a wonderful mother."

Billy beamed at me as I worked hard at smiling back at him. I've always felt touched over how much faith he had on me. I knew he thought he was complimenting me. There was a sharp pang in my heart as I wondered if Billy knew that Jacob and I have been trying to conceive for over a year. Would the high regard he had of me slip away if he knew that there was something wrong with me? Would he hate me too?

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