fanfiction: twilight; in the sun (jacob/bella)
title; in the sun
pairing; jacob/bella
rating; pg-13
summary; bella and jacob enjoy a night in la push with the pack.
beta; shinyfairylight
Bella stared out into the distance and enjoyed the quiet; absently admiring the sinking sun and the sparkling sea; one hand rubbing her distended belly contentedly.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re happy.”
Bella looked up to see her husband towering over her, his hair falling adorably over his warm, brown eyes and an affectionate smile curved sweetly on his handsome face.
Bella grinned back, “I have you to thank for that, don’t I?”
Jacob dropped down so their faces were level and cupped her alabaster cheek with one large brown hand, tracing the soft curve of her bottom lip with his thumb.
“Pregnancy’s made you sappy,” he smirked.
“You too, cupcake. ‘You’re so beautiful when you’re happy’? Please,” Bella teased, taking his free hand in both of hers.
“Well, that’s understandable, I mean, both our bodies are changing,” Jacob replied mock-seriously, catching a stray strand of her hair and curling it behind her ear.
“Oh, shush you. You’re such a dork,” Bella laughed, unable to hide her amusement. Jacob rolled his eyes, but he was smiling broadly too. He leaned in and kissed her sweetly, his soft lips parting hers and his fingers tangling gently in her hair.
“Oh gag, gag, gag; stop sucking your wife’s face and come help us with the bonfire.”
Embry met Jacob’s murderous glare with a shit-eating grin, before darting off.
Jacob sighed and leaned back, “I have to go,” he said, regretfully.
“No fair,” Bella pouted, reaching up and pulling him back, “You’re my slave.”
Jacob paused, mulling this over, “If you let me go, I promise to walk away extra slowly and slowly take off my shirt on the way, too.”
“Only if I can wolf-whistle and make bow-chicka-bow-wow noises.”
“Deal.”
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A dark haired little bundle of energy crashed into his leg with a shrill cry of “Unca-Jake!” Jacob swept Aaron Uley up, and in one swift movement, threw him over his broad shoulder. Little Aaron’s giggles were muffled in Jacob’s back as his stumpy little legs beat uselessly against his giant uncle.
“I’M HAVING YOU FOR DINNER TONIGHT, AARON,” Jacob roared theatrically as Aaron squealed and flailed harder. Sam looked up from his position over at the beginnings of the bonfire.
“Stop trying to eat my son,” Sam mock-scowled, “You’ll have your own kid for that soon.”
Jacob grinned proudly as he lowered Aaron carefully to the ground, “I sure will,” His chest swelled with the pride of a soon-to-be father.
“Wait, let me finish this for you,” Quil cut in suddenly, gesturing wildly, “Blah blah, blah blah blah, oh my god baby, blah blah, Bella Bella Bella, blah blah, my sperm is mighty. Now that that’s over and done with, go and help me get some wood for the bonfire.”
Sam howled with laughter as Jacob rudely flipped off Quil before stalking off.
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Emily found Bella still sitting on the beach and plopped down beside her. Bella immediately rested her head on the other woman’s shoulder an easy kind of familiarity.
“You’re a good pregnant.”
Bella laughed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re not a vase-throwing, plate-breaking, husband-abusing kind of pregnant,” Emily explained with a giggle.
Bella snorted, “I’ve had my moments, believe me.” She looked up at the older woman, “As did you when you were pregnant with Aaron,” Bella laughed, “I remember Jacob telling me about Sam going insane trying to please you when your moods changed constantly. Oh and lets not forget the ‘Sam darling, can you chase me down a rabbit?’ craving,” she teased, “Goooooood times.”
“Wouldn’t have had it any other way,” Emily grinned.
“No...I really wouldn’t,” Bella agreed.
Emily patted Bella’s knee, “Come on, sweetie, they should have the bonfire started now.”
Emily stood and helped Bella up; and together the two women walked arm in arm over to the wolves they called their family.
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“Hey Seth, can you pass the ketchup?”
“Seth, get me another hot dog.”
“Go get me a beer, would you, Seth?”
“Hey Seth, come give me a foot massage.”
“Why are you so slow, Seth?”
“Yeah, Seth, get better at this, GOD.”
“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP,” Seth yelled before his aggravation got the best of him and the sandy wolf exploded from within him. Paul, Jared and Jacob roared with laughter as Seth growled, frustrated that they made him lose control before loping off into the sea to cool off.
“You’re all awful,” Bella scolded the three of them. Jacob had the decency to look slightly ashamed but Jared and Paul just laughed harder and high-fived each other. “Apologise when he comes back, ALL THREE OF YOU.”
“But-“
“I’M PREGNANT DO WHAT I SAY!”
“Yes ma’am,” the boys baulked, avoiding her burning gaze.
Jacob chuckled huskily and leaned over, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her temple, “You’re pretty when you’re mad.”
“Shut up, you’re so annoying,” Bella purposefully turned away from him. Jacob resigned himself to tickling her cheek with individual strands of her own hair until she lost herself to her giggles and turned back to his waiting arms.
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The other boys had raced off for a night swim - after they had helped Emily with the majority of the clean up job and she had given them the ok with a shoo and dismissive wave of her hand. Sam had stayed back to help her with the last of it, and there was a sweet domestic bliss about the way they worked, their glances straying sometimes to their sleeping son curled up on a nearby blanket, exhausted.
Bella had settled into her familiar position, her back leaning against Jacob’s massive chest, his arms around her and her head fitted perfectly beneath his chin as she dozed lightly. Jacob had carefully placed them upwind of the fire to avoid the smoke and watched the curve of her belly rise and fall gently with her even breaths, mesmerised. He traced random shapes gently over it with one finger, just enjoying the serenity.
Bathed in firelight, Jacob pressed a soft kiss on the head of his soul mate, listening to the sound of three heartbeats beating as one.
pairing; jacob/bella
rating; pg-13
summary; bella and jacob enjoy a night in la push with the pack.
beta; shinyfairylight
Bella stared out into the distance and enjoyed the quiet; absently admiring the sinking sun and the sparkling sea; one hand rubbing her distended belly contentedly.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re happy.”
Bella looked up to see her husband towering over her, his hair falling adorably over his warm, brown eyes and an affectionate smile curved sweetly on his handsome face.
Bella grinned back, “I have you to thank for that, don’t I?”
Jacob dropped down so their faces were level and cupped her alabaster cheek with one large brown hand, tracing the soft curve of her bottom lip with his thumb.
“Pregnancy’s made you sappy,” he smirked.
“You too, cupcake. ‘You’re so beautiful when you’re happy’? Please,” Bella teased, taking his free hand in both of hers.
“Well, that’s understandable, I mean, both our bodies are changing,” Jacob replied mock-seriously, catching a stray strand of her hair and curling it behind her ear.
“Oh, shush you. You’re such a dork,” Bella laughed, unable to hide her amusement. Jacob rolled his eyes, but he was smiling broadly too. He leaned in and kissed her sweetly, his soft lips parting hers and his fingers tangling gently in her hair.
“Oh gag, gag, gag; stop sucking your wife’s face and come help us with the bonfire.”
Embry met Jacob’s murderous glare with a shit-eating grin, before darting off.
Jacob sighed and leaned back, “I have to go,” he said, regretfully.
“No fair,” Bella pouted, reaching up and pulling him back, “You’re my slave.”
Jacob paused, mulling this over, “If you let me go, I promise to walk away extra slowly and slowly take off my shirt on the way, too.”
“Only if I can wolf-whistle and make bow-chicka-bow-wow noises.”
“Deal.”
________________________________________
A dark haired little bundle of energy crashed into his leg with a shrill cry of “Unca-Jake!” Jacob swept Aaron Uley up, and in one swift movement, threw him over his broad shoulder. Little Aaron’s giggles were muffled in Jacob’s back as his stumpy little legs beat uselessly against his giant uncle.
“I’M HAVING YOU FOR DINNER TONIGHT, AARON,” Jacob roared theatrically as Aaron squealed and flailed harder. Sam looked up from his position over at the beginnings of the bonfire.
“Stop trying to eat my son,” Sam mock-scowled, “You’ll have your own kid for that soon.”
Jacob grinned proudly as he lowered Aaron carefully to the ground, “I sure will,” His chest swelled with the pride of a soon-to-be father.
“Wait, let me finish this for you,” Quil cut in suddenly, gesturing wildly, “Blah blah, blah blah blah, oh my god baby, blah blah, Bella Bella Bella, blah blah, my sperm is mighty. Now that that’s over and done with, go and help me get some wood for the bonfire.”
Sam howled with laughter as Jacob rudely flipped off Quil before stalking off.
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Emily found Bella still sitting on the beach and plopped down beside her. Bella immediately rested her head on the other woman’s shoulder an easy kind of familiarity.
“You’re a good pregnant.”
Bella laughed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re not a vase-throwing, plate-breaking, husband-abusing kind of pregnant,” Emily explained with a giggle.
Bella snorted, “I’ve had my moments, believe me.” She looked up at the older woman, “As did you when you were pregnant with Aaron,” Bella laughed, “I remember Jacob telling me about Sam going insane trying to please you when your moods changed constantly. Oh and lets not forget the ‘Sam darling, can you chase me down a rabbit?’ craving,” she teased, “Goooooood times.”
“Wouldn’t have had it any other way,” Emily grinned.
“No...I really wouldn’t,” Bella agreed.
Emily patted Bella’s knee, “Come on, sweetie, they should have the bonfire started now.”
Emily stood and helped Bella up; and together the two women walked arm in arm over to the wolves they called their family.
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“Hey Seth, can you pass the ketchup?”
“Seth, get me another hot dog.”
“Go get me a beer, would you, Seth?”
“Hey Seth, come give me a foot massage.”
“Why are you so slow, Seth?”
“Yeah, Seth, get better at this, GOD.”
“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP,” Seth yelled before his aggravation got the best of him and the sandy wolf exploded from within him. Paul, Jared and Jacob roared with laughter as Seth growled, frustrated that they made him lose control before loping off into the sea to cool off.
“You’re all awful,” Bella scolded the three of them. Jacob had the decency to look slightly ashamed but Jared and Paul just laughed harder and high-fived each other. “Apologise when he comes back, ALL THREE OF YOU.”
“But-“
“I’M PREGNANT DO WHAT I SAY!”
“Yes ma’am,” the boys baulked, avoiding her burning gaze.
Jacob chuckled huskily and leaned over, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her temple, “You’re pretty when you’re mad.”
“Shut up, you’re so annoying,” Bella purposefully turned away from him. Jacob resigned himself to tickling her cheek with individual strands of her own hair until she lost herself to her giggles and turned back to his waiting arms.
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The other boys had raced off for a night swim - after they had helped Emily with the majority of the clean up job and she had given them the ok with a shoo and dismissive wave of her hand. Sam had stayed back to help her with the last of it, and there was a sweet domestic bliss about the way they worked, their glances straying sometimes to their sleeping son curled up on a nearby blanket, exhausted.
Bella had settled into her familiar position, her back leaning against Jacob’s massive chest, his arms around her and her head fitted perfectly beneath his chin as she dozed lightly. Jacob had carefully placed them upwind of the fire to avoid the smoke and watched the curve of her belly rise and fall gently with her even breaths, mesmerised. He traced random shapes gently over it with one finger, just enjoying the serenity.
Bathed in firelight, Jacob pressed a soft kiss on the head of his soul mate, listening to the sound of three heartbeats beating as one.