Jacob

Chapter Twenth Two

The next day,

I woke up to feeling Jacob's arms tight around my waist.

Jacob: Good morning baby.

Y/n: Good morning J-

Jacob: Rules still apply or you know what happens.

Y/n: Good morning daddy, I blushed.

I could hear him giggling from behind my back.

Jacob: How are you feeling after yesterday? Drained, bored, loved, happy, sick.

I tried to get up again but couldn't move. Jacob was holding me so tight. It was almost as if I would die if he weren't grabbing me. All of a sudden I felt a sharp shooting pain in my stomach. It felt like a knife was gonna rip through me. I didn't react though because I didn't need Jacob to be more overprotective than he's gonna be now. I can't blame him though. Can I?

Jacob: You're not going anywhere, babe. I'm not letting you leave my side.

I turned over looking at one of Jacob's nightstands trying to hide the pain and feeling of throwing up.

Jacob: What is it?

Y/n: I wanna go home.

Jacob: I thought I was your home, he was confused.

Y/n: You are, its just I wanna go to my apartment and sort some things out.

Jacob: Like what?

Y/n: Like I haven't been there in almost a month now. I still have to pay my bills that are probably behind the counter there, and I have so much of my stuff there. Also, I don't have a phone now, and my job revolves around my phone. With everything going on people are gonna think something wrong because I haven't commented on the situation yet.

Jacob: Fine, we'll go, but if I get you a new phone then you can't look at it.

Y/n: Fine, now can you please let me go, the sharp pain still shooting threw me.

Jacob: Fine, he let go.

Y/n: Ugh, I whispered.

Jacob: What?

Y/n: I wanna get up, but I don't at the same time.

Jacob: We could get ready together if that would help you, he moved a piece of hair behind my ear.

I looked at him and smiled my heart fluttering.

Y/n: Let's do it.

He smiled picking me up and getting out of bed.

Jacob: Your closet or mine, bub?

Y/n: Yours, he walked into his closet.

He sat me down on his bench, while he picked out an outfit for himself.

Jacob: Now I don't really have any of your clothes in here. So What do you wanna wear from in here?

Y/n: Your black t-shirt that has the skull on it.

Jacob: And for pants, he said getting the shirt?

Y/n: Do I have to wear any?

Jacob: Yes.

Y/n: Why?

Jacob: Because even though everyone downstairs is our friends their still guys. Also I don't want anyone to look at you. Your mine.

Y/n: So then what are you gonna out on me?

Jacob: I think I have a pair of your shorts in here.

Y/n: Oh god, I said knowing the ones he was talking about.