Baby Fever [Jacob & Edward]

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a/n: there may be some typos. they will be fixed later.

Jacob can feel Newton about to open his mouth before he can even fix his lips to speak. He whips his head around, glare in place as he tries his best to refrain from reeling back and socking him in the mouth. Newton takes a step back, mouth opening and closing like he was finally second guessing himself. He looks genuinely shocked for whatever reason. What the hell did he think this was?

"What the hell was that?" Jacob grits out, teeth clenched as he tries to contain his anger.

"I-I just..." Mike's staring at him like he's got a second head, like he's the one who walked into someone's home and hit on that person's boyfriend. 

Jacob can't even comprehend the logic, doesn't want to try to. He just wants to punch the man square in the face, but he refrains from doing so. He was already having enough problems with this case, he didn't want to get kicked off of it for punching the shit out of another officer.

Jacob doesn't bother waiting for him to conjure up an answer as he throws the roller into the pan and turns to head for the door. He wants to hop in his car, maybe call up Quil and scream out his frustrations, but he's still covered in paint. He's still covered in bright yellow paint and his clothes are in Edward's room. Great.

Edward's got his back turned. He's lying in bed, curled up under the duvet and his back is turned towards the door. The TV is off and there is nothing but deafening silence as Jacob shuffles into the room. He goes through his bag, grabbing at the first items he gets his hands on before turning to head into the bathroom. He wants to stop, maybe say something. What was the right thing to say? He wasn't sure and he didn't want to make it worse by opening his stupid mouth. 

So, he scurries into the bathroom. 

He feels like a fucking asshole. 

When he gets out, Edward is still tucked up underneath the blankets, but Bear's laying on his chest. Jacob can see his face now, but his eyes are closed. He wants to climb in next to him, curl around him, reassure him. The stupid instincts inside of his head are urging him to do so, but he's already done enough harm, so he reluctantly heads for the door instead.

Quil doesn't look or sound surprised when he picks up the facetime call. He just greets Jacob the same way he always does before moving so that Leah and Seth aren't eavesdropping on their conversation. Jacob just gets comfortable in the driver's seat of his car and waits for his cousin to head upstairs. Quil steps into his room and shuts the door before his face finally reappears in the camera. Jacob can see in the small preview camera that he definitely looks distraught, but that seems to be his new normal.

"What happened this time?" Quil asks as he seats himself on the edge of the bed. 

"Mike happened." Jacob huffs.

"Mike?" Quil asks, clearly confused as to why Mike's existence would be an issue. Jacob can see him trying to figure it out in his mind, and by the way his eyebrows shoot up, Jacob can also tell when he stumbles to the wrong conclusion.

Who can blame him really? Jacob was given the heads up and he was still taken aback by it.

"Mike tried to come on to me," Jacob spits out. 

Quil's eyebrows somehow manage to rise even higher, eyes wide as he takes in what he's just been told.

"Today is a Saturday." Quil points out as if the entire police force disappeared when the weekend started. Though, Jacob couldn't fault him for the thought process. He didn't exactly make it a habit of hanging out with his coworkers outside of work hours. It was even more of a cemented fact now that he was spending all of his time with Edward.