The Carver Café [Edward/Jacob]

22

a/n: i don't really have anything to say, i just wanted to put this here.

Edward's not sure how long he's expecting Jacob's patience to last. If someone had presented this odd, little scenario to him a good six months ago, he would've said about a day. Past Jacob had about as much patience as a small child on Christmas morning. He'd tear off his own arm to solve a case. This Jacob, his Jacob, lasts about a week before he's going to Carver's under the guise of "meeting up with Mike for lunch". Edward knows better. He knows Jacob's felt cooped up despite his previous excitement at the news. Edward assumes his wolf had made him more enticed than he would've been previously by the idea of pregnancy. Now, he's getting texts from Emmett, who's standing at the entrance of Carver's watching Jacob grimace at whatever it is that Newton's shoving into his mouth. 

Edward wants to leave him be despite Emmett's protests. Despite their earlier fight, he doesn't really want to restrict Jacob from doing what little he can do. Jacob's spent enough time chained to this bed due to illness. Though, Edward's instincts are telling him to give Mrs. Roger's son a prescription for some fancy sounding Theraflu and get to that restaurant as fast as he can. 

The cops may have eyes on James, but he could move much faster than a standard cop car and he could certainly murder that entire restaurant of people before they'd even realized he'd left the location they'd pinned him at. Edward knew these things, Jacob may not. Plus, as a new dad, he's allowed to overreact. Pretty sure Bean is counting on him to be the irrational one. 

"Did you just call my kid 'Bean'?" He practically can see Jacob scowling at the nickname.

Maybe it's not detective work. Maybe Jacob's just there to tell Newton about Bean, but James has already proven that he can take out a target in broad daylight in the middle of a crowded place, this exact place, once. What's going to stop him from doing it again?

He eventually folds, cancelling the rest of his appointments for the afternoon. He shouldn't be around people who are contagious anyway, he doesn't want Jacob getting anything that may find its way onto one of his coats or on his hands despite the amount of times he sanitized them in day. 

He steps into the restaurant and immediately catches sight of Jacob while Newton immediately catches sight of him. He doesn't bother with pleasantries, pulling up a seat from an adjacent table to their table and plopping down into the chair. Jacob's glaring at him before he can even get comfortable. He tries to be as casual as possible so as not to completely spook Newton.

"Yeah, Emmett told me he'd fold me like a lawn chair if I didn't get my ass up here." 

Emmett had called in order to let him know where Jacob was and Edward had floated the idea of being overbearing. Emmett called him stupid, threatened him a time or two, and then hung up. He'd thought about it some more after the call while sticking a popsicle stick down some sickly kid's throat and now, he was sitting here pretending like Jacob didn't look like he was going to maul him to death.

"Couldn't you have picked a better restaurant? One that he doesn't bring his ritzy girlfriend to?" Edward asks, eyes darting over to where Emmett's grinning at the woman like she'd hung the fucking moon.

Newton tries to say something but it's garbled due to the fact that he looks like he's about to shit himself. He looks between the two of them like they're his parents about to berate him. Edward's not sure what he's walked into, but if Emmett wasn't watching him every time he looked like he was about to stand, he may have left them to it. Maybe waited out in the car.

Jacob's not going to tell him. Lately, he's like Fort Knox when he's angry. Whatever it is that they're keeping in between them, he'd have to wring it out of Newton, who's avoiding all eye contact.