A new beginning

Babysitting

Nessie's POV

I was deep in the forest. My lungs were burning from my fast tempo, and my sweatshirt was drenched from the rain. I still didn't turn back. I had tougher training in the army, I won't back down from running because of the stupid rain.

In the morning it seemed like a good idea to go for a run. I hadn't run in awhile, and it was always a good method for me to clear my head. But after running for 10 minutes, it started to drizzle. First I was okay with it, I knew this part of the country is famous for the rain, but then it became heavier. Now it was pouring so bad I could barely see a thing.

Of course I left my phone at the Cullens, because I didn't want any distraction. Now I must have come at least 5 miles already, and even though I ran fast, the cold still catched up with me, and I was already shivering.

I stopped at the end of a trail, and let out a frustrated groan. Everything was muddy and slippery, and I had more water in my lungs than air, but I didn't care. I am going to keep running. I wasn't sure what I wanted to prove here, that I am tougher than rain? Not likely.

Or I was just tense because of my dream last night?

The memories of my pregnancy and my accident came alive in my dreams last night.

I started to run faster. It was definitely that.

After a while the forest started to disappear, and I found myself behind a wooden cottage. Is it possible that I ran so far? And how did I end up here of all places?

Jake's POV

Today was my day off, and of course Rachel roped me in to babysitting my two nephews. She gave me a big speech about never having time for herself, and before I could think it through I agreed to it. She will drop them off after lunch, and until then I am just trying to enjoy a cup of coffee in silence. There won't be any when the two little troublemakers arrive.

It was a rainy morning, more stormy to be correct. I could barely see the trees from the heavy downpour. Hopefully it will stop in a few hours, because I really don't want to be stuck in the house with two five years old all day.

I checked my phone the third time today. Still no response.

I tried to leave Nessie alone yesterday, since she was spending time with her family. Although I couldn't entirely stop myself, I was spending a bigger part of the night in the woods as a wolf. Just being near her calmed me instantly. And this morning I decided I gave them enough time, and texted her. But she still hasn't responded. Maybe she is still sleeping. Maybe I could send her another text.

I am being pathetic, but I can't stop thinking about her.

Just when I decided to text her again, there was a loud knock on my door. Is it Rachel already? But I haven't heard her car stop. And it's way too early.

I walked up and when I opened the door, Nessie was standing there.

She was wearing running shoes, black leggings and a sweatshirt. She was soaked to the bones, and every item of clothing clanged to her body. It took me a moment to take her in. She was gorgeous.

And judging from her trembling body, she was freezing.

I snapped out of ogling her and quickly pulled her inside.

- What are you doing here? - I asked while closing the door behind us.

- I am so sorry for bothering you. I was running in the woods, and the rain caught me, and I accidently found myself in your backyard. I hoped you would be home. - she gave me a sweet smile, and I almost melted. Maybe she came here accidentally, or maybe she came here subconsciously. Either way, I am very happy about it.