The Carver Café [Edward/Jacob]

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a/n: i'll edit it later

Edward's trying his best to move safely. He wants Jacob to be protected, but he doesn't want a giant, flashing brigade of cop cars surrounding them as they make their way across town. He wants just enough protection and discretion to get Jacob and Co. to their destination without too many questions. So, he gets a couple of cars from Emmett. Nothing too flashy but nothing that James would recognize. 

They're in the middle of four cars all heading towards the dock and Edward watches as the car in front and the one furthest behind turn off in different directions. They'd be heading for a private plane while the last two cars guided Edward and Jacob towards the peer. They park and watch as Stanley and Weber get out of the car in front of them and survey the area before Edward climbs out and guides Jacob towards their boat. 

It's admittedly less discreet than the cars, but Quil and Jacob would have to be on the thing for a couple of hours and Edward didn't want to make the trip any harder on them than it had to be.  Embry and Quil quickly join them and Emmett doesn't waste any time pulling away from the peer. James was fast, unfathomably fast and too smart for them to linger. So, they drift off towards the island before the sun can even find its way into the sky. 

Edward can feel relief wash over him despite himself. He should know better by now, but he can feel himself relaxing into the bed. It sits in the middle of the room that resides below the deck, it feels safe. They're only an hour into a six hour trip and he's lulled himself into a false sense of security. Anything that could go wrong definitely hasn't had time to go wrong yet.  

He realizes that when he looks over to see that Jacob's gone pale next to him.

"Hey, you alright?" He asks, shuffling so he can get a better look at the man. 

He hadn't put a lot of thought into things that could go wrong that didn't pertain to James. So, his mind immediately starts racing, fueling scenarios that range from improbable to impossible. 

Jacob doesn't say anything. He keeps his eyes down, but Edward can see that they're unfocused, like he's placed all of his attention elsewhere. Edward's about to ask again when he hears a low groan leave him before his hand shoots out to grip the little nightstand on his side of the bed. 

He's about to ask what exactly is wrong when Jacob abruptly stands up from the bed like he's been stung and heads for the bathroom before slamming the door shut. Not soon after he hears the man retch. It could be morning sickness or motion sickness, either way, Edward should've definitely seen this coming. 

He'd chosen to go by boat for Quil's sake. Quil was way too far along in his pregnancy to go on a plane and Jacob went wherever Quil went so that's why they were currently cooped up on a boat. Though, Edward had the sneaking suspicion that this would've been the outcome regardless. 

He manages to quietly slip into the bathroom and makes himself comfortable behind Jacob, rubbing at his back as he empties his stomach. When the spell of nausea finally seems to subside, he wraps his arms around Jacob's waist and listens to man grumble about something that he can barely discern. 

"Sorry, best I could do." He hears himself mumble into Jacob's neck. 

He'd bought this boat around the time that he and Bella had gotten engaged. He'd basically given the thing away to Emmett and Jasper and allowed them to use it for whatever they pleased, but he'd gotten this unexplainable urge not too long after he'd met Jacob and had asked Emmett to modify it a bit. There were fewer rooms, but the ones that were there were larger and lusher and the bathrooms had a little more space. Everything was less 'sleek' and instead felt softer, more homely. The modifications had been gradual, mostly unintentional but, at least subconsciously, he knew Jacob would eventually step foot onto the thing and he'd tried to make it as forgiving as possible.