Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 51: In Which an . . . Interesting New Habit Develops

In Which an . . . Interesting New Habit Develops

you make me wanna lala
in the kitchen, on the floor

- ashlee simpson, lala

I woke up this morning with my feelings in complete contrast to how I'd woken up the day before.

The scene was almost exactly the same, minus the lack of clothing. I was still curled around Jacob's warm body, though it felt different now where the clothes interfered since I knew how it felt now to be without. Jacob was still snoring softly and steadfastly beside me, his arm lying across my chest and his fingers buried in my hair.

I was still married and completely and utterly in love.

But now I had remembered something that had completely escaped me yesterday. Something that had come crashing down on my head as soon as I opened my eyes.

My fourteen days. My fourteen days that were now twelve.

It was like the night Billy died, but a million times worse. Because the horrible thing was that the amazing thing was about to be taken away. I don't know how I was going to survive it.

And worst of all, I wouldn't even have Jacob to distract me for the rest of the day. Another day lost.

Jacob had pack stuff to do that had been put off for . . . obvious reasons, and I needed to spend time with my family. Which I wanted to, I really did, but I every time I walked past a clock or a calendar or anything like that my heart would flop into my stomach and all I could think about was how little time I had left.

I rolled out from under Jacob's arm again, not that I wanted to, but nature was calling. Also, I liked the idea of eating breakfast with Jacob again before we had to be separated for the day. Most of it, at least. Jacob promised he would make it as quick as possible, but I knew how that stuff was. And Jacob wasn't cutting corners when it came to my safety.

The soreness was completely gone this morning, making the bathroom a quick and simple affair. I brushed my teeth with a half-grin. Maybe Jacob would want another shower after he got back home this afternoon.

I made omelets this morning and actually got a little creative and did smoothies. There was an awful lot of bananas and peaches and even a half-box of strawberries that looked like they were going to go bad before they got eaten so I blended them up with some ice, milk, and a little sugar. I hoped Jacob would like them. I was no Martha Stewart, it was just that growing up with Jake had given me an appreciation for food. Wasting food was heresy in Jacob's book.

I think he mentioned something about it being a Black family rule once.

This time, Jacob got right up behind me before I noticed him. He nearly made me spill the blender full of smoothie in the sink, but his warm arms steadied mine quickly, preventing that.

"You need to quit that," he said as he hugged me from behind, the arm that wasn't around my waist taking the blender from my hands and setting it on the counter. "You're going to spoil me and then I'll expect breakfast ready every morning when I get up."

"I don't mind," I told him, still blushing a little from the surprise and his hot body pressing against mine. "I like cooking for you."

"Well, it smells good."

I felt Jacob's knees dip behind me and then his lips against my neck. For some reason, it tickled this time and I shrugged my shoulders up and turned my head down against the sensation, giggling.

"What," he said, kissing my neck again and then pretending to bite me gently before I felt his smile get in the way. "No kiss this morning?"

If my Jacob wanted a kiss, a kiss he would get, so I turned in his arms to do just that. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he grabbed my hips and our lips met in the middle. It wasn't exactly a good morning kiss, but in a good way. I broke it before it turned into a Nessie-drags-Jake-back-to-the-bedroom kiss.