Okay. Seth didn"t make any more comments. He concentrated very hard on the empty forest.
I kept my southern course, searching for anything new. I turned around when I got close to the first signs of habitation. Not near the town yet, but I didn"t want to get any wolf rumors going again. We"d been nice and invisible for a long while now.
I pa.s.sed right through the perimeter on my way back, heading for the house. As much as I knew it was a stupid thing to do, I couldn"t stop myself. I must be some kind of m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t.
There" s nothing wrong with you, Jake. This isn" t the most normal situation.
Shut up, please, Seth.
Shutting.
I didn"t hesitate at the door this time; I just walked through like I owned the place. I figured that would p.i.s.s Rosalie off, but it was a wasted effort. Neither Rosalie or Bella were anywhere in sight. I looked around wildly, hoping I"d missed them somewhere, my heart squeezing against my ribs in a weird, uncomfortable way.
"She"s all right," Edward whispered. "Or, the same, I should say."
Edward was on the couch with his face in his hands; he hadn"t looked up to speak. Esme was next to him, her arm wrapped tight around his shoulders.
"h.e.l.lo, Jacob," she said. "I"m so glad you came back."
"Me, too," Alice said with a deep sigh. She came prancing down the stairs, making a face. Like I was late for an appointment.
"Uh, hey," I said. It felt weird to try to be polite.
"Where"s Bella?""Bathroom," Alice told me. "Mostly fluid diet, you know. Plus, the whole pregnancy thing does that to you, I hear."
"Ah."
I stood there awkwardly, rocking back and forth on my heels.
"Oh, wonderful," Rosalie grumbled. I whipped my head around and saw her coming from a hall half-hidden behind the stairway. She had Bella cradled gently in her arms, a harsh sneer on her face for me. "I knew I smelled something nasty."
And, just like before, Bella"s face lit up like a kid"s on Christmas morning. Like I"d brought her the greatest gift ever.
It was so unfair.
"Jacob," she breathed. "You came."
"Hi, Bells."
Esme and Edward both got up. I watched how carefully Rosalie laid Bella out on the couch. I watched how, despite that, Bella turned white and held her breath-like she was set on not making any noise no matter how much it hurt.
Edward brushed his hand across her forehead and then along her neck. He tried to make it look as if he was just sweeping her hair back, but it looked like a doctor"s examination to me.
"Are you cold?" he murmured.
"I"m fine."
"Bella, you know what Carlisle told you," Rosalie said. "Don"t downplay anything. It doesn"t help us take care of either of you."
"Okay, I"m a little cold. Edward, can you hand me that blanket?"
I rolled my eyes. "Isn"t that sort of the point of me being here?"
"You just walked in," Bella said. "After running all day, I"d bet. Put your feet up for a minute. I"ll probably warm up again in no time."
I ignored her, going to sit on the floor next the sofa while she was still telling me what to do. At that point, though, I wasn"t sure how.... She looked pretty brittle, and I was afraid to move her, even to put my arms around her. So I just leaned carefully against her side, letting my arm rest along the length of hers, and held her hand. Then I put my other hand against her face. It was hard to tell if she felt colder than usual.
"Thanks, Jake," she said, and I felt her shiver once."Yeah," I said.
Edward sat on the arm of the sofa by Bella"s feet, his eyes always on her face.
It was too much to hope, with all the super-hearing in the room, that no one would notice my stomach rumbling.
"Rosalie, why don"t you get Jacob something from the kitchen?" Alice said. She was invisible now, sitting quietly behind the back of the sofa.
Rosalie stared at the place Alice"s voice had come from in disbelief.
"Thanks, anyway, Alice, but I don"t think I"d want to eat something Blondie"s spit in.
I"d bet my system wouldn"t take too kindly to venom."
"Rosalie would never embarra.s.s Esme by displaying such a lack of hospitality."
"Of course not," Blondie said in a sugar-sweet voice that I immediately distrusted. She got up and breezed out of the room.
Edward sighed.
"You"d tell me if she poisoned it, right?" I asked.
"Yes," Edward promised.
And for some reason I believed him.
There was a lot of banging in the kitchen, and-weirdly-the sound of metal protesting as it was abused. Edward sighed again, but smiled just a little, too. Then Rosalie was back before I could think much more about it. With a pleased smirk, she set a silver bowl on the floor next to me.
"Enjoy, mongrel."
It had once probably been a big mixing bowl, but she"d bent the bowl back in on itself until it was shaped almost exactly like a dog dish. I had to be impressed with her quick craftsmanship. And her attention to detail. She"d scratched the word Fido into the side.
Excellent handwriting.
Because the food looked pretty good-steak, no less, and a big baked potato with all the fixings-I told her, "Thanks, Blondie."
She snorted.
"Hey, do you know what you call a blonde with a brain?" I asked, and then continued on the same breath, "a golden retriever."
"I"ve heard that one, too," she said, no longer smiling."I"ll keep trying," I promised, and then I dug in.
She made a disgusted face and rolled her eyes. Then she sat in one of the armchairs and started flicking through channels on the big TV so fast that there was no way she could really be surfing for something to watch.
The food was good, even with the vampire stink in the air. I was getting really used to that. Huh. Not something I"d been wanting to do, exactly...
When I was finished-though I was considering licking the bowl, just to give Rosalie something to complain about-I felt Bella"s cold fingers pulling softly through my hair.
She patted it down against the back of my neck.
"Time for a haircut, huh?"
"You"re getting a little s.h.a.ggy," she said. "Maybe-"
"Let me guess, someone around here used to cut hair in a salon in Paris?"
She chuckled. "Probably."
"No thanks," I said before she could really offer. "I"m good for a few more weeks."
Which made me wonder how long she was good for. I tried to think of a polite way to ask.
"So... um... what"s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster."
She smacked the back of my head with about as much force as a drifting feather, but didn"t answer.
"I"m serious," I told her. "I want to know how long I"m gonna have to be here." How long you"re gonna be here, I added in my head. I turned to look at her then. Her eyes were thoughtful; the stress line was there between her brows again.
"I don"t know," she murmured. "Not exactly. Obviously, we"re not going with the nine- month model here, and we can"t get an ultrasound, so Carlisle is guesstimating from how big I am. Normal people are supposed to be about forty centimeters here"-she ran her finger right down the middle of her bulging stomach-"when the baby is fully grown. One centimeter for every week. I was thirty this morning, and I"ve been gaining about two centimeters a day, sometimes more..."
Two weeks to a day, the days flying by. Her life speeding by in fast-forward. How many days did that give her, if she was counting to forty? Four? It took me a minute to figure out how to swallow.
"You okay?" she asked.
I nodded, not really sure how my voice would come out. Edward"s face was turned away from us as he listened to my thoughts, but I could see his reflection in the gla.s.s wall. He was the burning man again.
Funny how having a deadline made it harder to think about leaving, or having her leave.
I was glad Seth"d brought that up, so I knew they were staying here. It would be intolerable, wondering if they were about to go, to take away one or two or three of those four days. My four days.
Also funny how, even knowing that it was almost over, the hold she had on me only got harder to break. Almost like it was related to her expanding belly-as if by getting bigger, she was gaining gravitational force.
For a minute I tried to look at her from a distance, to separate myself from the pull. I knew it wasn"t my imagination that my need for her was stronger than ever. Why was that? Because she was dying? Or knowing that even if she didn"t, still-best case scenario-she"d be changing into something else that I wouldn"t know or understand?
She ran her finger across my cheekbone, and my skin was wet where she touched it.
"It"s going to be okay," she sort of crooned. It didn"t matter that the words meant nothing. She said it the way people sang those senseless nursery rhymes to kids. Rock- a-bye, baby.
"Right," I muttered.
She curled against my arm, resting her head on my shoulder. "I didn"t think you would come. Seth said you would, and so did Edward, but I didn"t believe them."
"Why not?" I asked gruffly.
"You"re not happy here. But you came anyway."
"You wanted me here."
"I know. But you didn"t have to come, because it"s not fair for me to want you here. I would have understood."
It was quiet for a minute. Edward"d put his face back together. He looked at the TV as Rosalie went on flipping through the channels. She was into the six hundreds. I wondered how long it would take to get back to the beginning.
"Thank you for coming," Bella whispered.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked.
"Of course."
Edward didn"t look like he was paying attention to us at all, but he knew what I was about to ask, so he didn"t fool me. "Why do you want me here? Seth could keep you warm, and he"s probably easier to be around, happy little punk. But when I walk in the door, you smile like I"m your favorite person in the world."
"You"re one of them."
"That sucks, you know."
"Yeah." She sighed. "Sorry."
"Why, though? You didn"t answer that."
Edward was looking away again, like he was staring out the windows. His face was blank in the reflection.
"It feels... complete when you"re here, Jacob. Like all my family is together. I mean, I guess that"s what it"s like-I"ve never had a big family before now. It"s nice." She smiled for half a second. "But it"s just not whole unless you"re here."
"I"ll never be part of your family, Bella."
I could have been. I would have been good there. But that was just a distant future that died long before it had a chance to live.
"You"ve always been a part of my family," she disagreed.
My teeth made a grinding sound. "That"s a c.r.a.p answer."
"What"s a good one?"
"How about, "Jacob, I get a kick out of your pain.""
I felt her flinch.
"You"d like that better?" she whispered.
"It"s easier, at least. I could wrap my head around it. I could deal with it."
I looked back down at her face then, so close to mine. Her eyes were shut and she was frowning. "We got off track, Jake. Out of balance. You"re supposed to be part of my life -I can feel that, and so can you." She paused for a second without opening her eyes- like she was waiting for me to deny it. When I didn"t say anything, she went on. "But not like this. We did something wrong. No. I did. I did something wrong, and we got off track..."