Baby Fever [Jacob & Edward]

9

Jacob hasn't slept a wink. He'd spent almost the entire night tossing and turning and as soon as the time on the overly fancy clock sitting on the bedside table hit 6:00 AM, he rolled out of bed and got dressed. He changed on autopilot and slowly crept down the stairs, hoping not to wake Edward on his way down. He closes the door behind him and is suddenly aware that he hasn't gone anywhere without the man since he'd started crashing here and he doesn't have a key. Edward doesn't even have a security system for this massive thing he calls a house. 

That lack of security gives him pause and makes him second guess leaving, but if he doesn't get this thing under control now, he's going to have even bigger problems on his hands. He stands there for a bit.

 If he were a know-it-all doctor, where would he keep a spare key? 

He looks under the doormat, in a potted plant, he even looks in a little holder that's meant for mail and he's about to give up and storm back into the house when his eyes catches the shiny metal of an old looking plaque hanging just above the little storage box. He lifts it up partially to see a key taped behind the damned thing and tries his best not to roll his eyes because of course. He was pretending to date someone who'd completed several agonizing years medical school and who pays a criminal amount in bills to own a mostly empty house. That doesn't sound like a normal person who'd have an average hiding spot for anything, let alone the key to his half empty mammoth of a mansion.

He finally rushes out to his car and climbs into it before taking off towards his own, more reasonable home. He pulls out his key, but doesn't even get to use it as the door swings open and he's met with Leah staring down at him the way she does when she knows he's here for something stupid. 

"What happened?" She asks as soon as she's finished pouring him a cup of coffee. 

"Something's wrong..." He starts, sighing as he brings the cup up to his lips.

"Yeah, you imprinted on someone." She says bluntly, ignoring the way he almost drops his mug in shock.

"What?"

"Yeah, I can smell it on you, and considering you've only been around a total of two people and one of them is a literal baby, I'm going to assume it's the doctor. Am I wrong?" She says, smug smile already in place as she watches him process what she'd just said.

"Excuse me?" 

She rolls her eyes before turning towards the stairs. 

"Quil!" She calls towards the staircase.

Jacob can feel the exact moment that his stomach drops to his ass as he contemplates bolting for the door. Just as his brain catches up, she grabs a hold of his wrist in a grip so strong that he might as well accept his fate.

Quil comes down the stairs quickly, smile in place as soon as he sees Jacob standing at the kitchen counter. However, it quickly falls when he sees the deathgrip Leah has on his arm.

"Something happen?" He asks as soon as he's at the bottom.

"Your cousin imprinted on the colleague he's supposed to be helping protect that poor baby." Then, she's up the stairs before can even realize that she's let go of his arm.

Quil's staring at him, but Jacob's eyes are staring into his coffee as the last several minutes dawn on him.

He knew that whatever he'd been feeling for the last couple of days wasn't normal. So much so that he'd tried to counteract it and every single time he could feel it blowing up in his face. He could even feel it in the way the man looked at him, like he was trying to figure him out. Jacob had been meaner than usual, because he couldn't stop himself from crowding into the man's space like he belonged to him. It only got worse when he was touting around Bear. The way he was showing her around Jacob's desk, he felt like he was losing his mind.