The Carver Café [Edward/Jacob]

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a/n: typos will be fixed soon.

Jacob wakes up alone. It's not the first time it's ever happened, but ever since Edward stumbled into his bed, it was a rare occurrence. He'd either wake up to a peck on the lips or to Quil staring into some book he'd tucked under his arm before he'd toddled down the hall.

He rolls over and sits up, eyeing the clock, only to find 9:35 AM flashing back at him. He blinks a couple of times in the darkness before reaching for the lamp. He then turns towards the window to see a thick blanket strewn over the top of the thinner curtains, the sides of it pressed into the wall with pushpins. 

What the hell was Edward planning?

He shoots up from the mattress before he can think better of it and almost topples over as the world spins before him. He manages to stumble over to the door and yank it open, only to see Quil standing on the other side with his book tucked under his arm and a little bowl of soup in hands. Jacob's about to make a comment, when he notices how exhausted the man looks. He steps to the side and watches as he climbs into the chair that Embry must've put back while Edward was doing whatever he was up to. 

"You alright?" He asks once the man has stopped shifting in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with every position, before he finally settles. 

Quil hums quietly. 

"Baby apparently is taking breakdancing lessons in here," he mutters around a yawn. 

Jacob wonders why he's even bothered with getting out of bed. 

"Can't go back to sleep, 'cause Em is downstairs," he says before sipping a little of his soup. 

Well, that explains that, but this sure does put a kink in his plan to investigate whatever the hell those two were up to. 'Cause they were definitely up to something, and knowing Edward, he's definitely roped in at least half of Jacob's family. 

He climbs back into bed and almost nods off when he's suddenly very aware that he's being watched. Not in a creepy way, but Quil's glancing at him every so often, like he's expecting something. Jacob normally wouldn't think too much of it, considering Quil was always looking him over to make sure he was alright, but Edward was clearly dragging them into his nonsense. Nonsense that he clearly didn't want Jacob to know about. Jacob lets out a sigh, rolls over towards the wall, and makes himself comfortable because he was going to have to play dead if he wanted to get any kind of answers.

Only issue is that Bean is clearly taking all of his energy, because he actually ends up nodding off. He wakes up again at around 2:30 PM to find Edward lying next to him, one hand playing with the little ponytail at the top of Jacob's head. He pecks him on the lips as soon as his eyes are open and Jacob is immediately suspicious again. 

"What are you up to?" Jacob mumbles into his armpit and watches as he tries to feign innocence.

"I got you some softer shirts to sleep in," he answers, grabbing for a bag that's at the end of the bed to hand Jacob.

Jacob stares at it for a moment, sleepy mind trying to unravel the scheme that somehow includes new shirts. He eventually does take them, opening them up to see that they all have stupid phrases on them.

"Hot mama?" Jacob says, glaring at Edward who's clearly struggling to contain the big ass grin that's trying to find its way onto his face.

"Well, Emmett went for me..." He mutters, as the edges of lips struggle to stay downturned. 

Jacob tosses them into the desk chair and slides back under the covers. He's curious about whatever harebrained scheme Edward has in the works, but he just felt so damn tired. Instead of investigating and interrogating, he finds himself pulling the covers up to his chin and slowly falling back into whatever dumb dream was lined up next.