Baby Fever [Jacob & Edward]

10

Jacob's appointment is a blur. He remembers walking into the room, the woman introducing herself before pointing out the fact that he seems upset. He barely remembers her name. He couldn't even recall what he'd even said in response to her observation. The next thing he knows, she's declaring that their time is up and is sending him out to her assistant who gives him the date of his next appointment. He's handed a piece of paper at some point to take to his next destination. His next stop is just as much of a faded image. All he knows is that he walks out with a paper bag of his medicine and climbs into his truck. He'd ditched his police car at his house, which was the last stop on his outing. He drives home, pulls up next to the car, and just sits there in the driveway, blankly staring at his own home like it belonged to someone else. 

He eventually climbs out and walks up the steps with even less excitement than he'd had this morning. The door isn't locked. Most likely due to the fact that he's moping so loudly that Quil could sense it down the block. He opens the door to see his cousin standing in the kitchen with a beer. Across from him is an unopened can. He definitely knew he was coming. 

"Didn't go well?" He asks before Jacob can even open his mouth.

"Upset him." He mutters, eyes staring down blankly at the can. 

"Does he know anything about imprinting?" Quil sounds like he's tip-toeing around what he actually wants to ask and Jacob's grateful for it.

"It wasn't that," He continues to stare at his muddled reflection in the top of the can, "I drive him and Bear to work every morning and I didn't tell him I was coming here this morning." 

"Bear?" Quil asks, frowning like he'd determined this was a vital piece of information that he was missing.

"The baby." Jacob informs him and ignores the way the man in front of him has to fight back a smile. He really needed to talk to Edward about the damned name, but first he'd have to dig himself out of the unintentional doghouse that he's found himself in.

Quil has the decency to try to hide his amusement behind taking a swig of his beer.

"Sounds like something an apology could patch up." He points out after he regains his composure, but he has the look on his face like he knows more is coming.

"I tried to ease into an apology by telling him where I was and mentioning that he needed an alarm system and he told me if he got one, he wouldn't need me." He wants to laugh off the comment as some small thing, but apparently things hurt when you're invested in someone no matter how unintentional it was. 

Quil has this pitying look on his face and Jacob assumes it's because he looks pathetic. 

"To make matters worse, pretty sure the entire station, who thinks we're together, is now privy to the fact that we're not on good terms. So much so, that the Chief sent us home early." Jacob can feel this weirdly fake smile on his face, but he feels like he just got socked directly in the throat. 

If there was ever a critical blow to his ego, this was definitely it.

"Sounds like he cares about you a lot." Quil says and Jacob's not sure what expression he's got on his face now, but he hopes it's as ridiculous as that statement was.

"And what gave you that idea?" He huffs, finally cracking open his beer despite the fact that he was definitely in the mood for something stronger.

"The fact that he got upset because he couldn't ride to work with you," Quil points out as if it's obvious,"apparently it was devastating enough to mess up his mood for the entire day. Something as simple as getting to ride with you to work." 

Jacob wants to believe him, but honestly, maybe he just doesn't like being inconvenienced. 

"Or, hear me out, it's because he was waiting on me to take him to work and I never showed up." Jacob points out. Ignoring the way Quil rolls his eyes at him.