Author: Lilabut
Genre: Angst
Timeline: After Eclipse
Summary: Jacob and Bella had lied to each other for far too long.
Prompt by me: "So we pile our lies in to ease the hurt away."
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Jacob watches Bella as she cooks her way through his kitchen, every bowl used, ingredients smeared and scattered everywhere. An enormous pile of pancakes stands next to a bowl of vanilla pudding, a plate with chocolate cookies on top of a box with sandwiches of all kinds, a steaming pot with pasta next to a plate with steaks, a cake with crumbles on the table amongst an overflowing salad bowl, lasagne and mashed potatoes.
He had tried to talk to her for three hours now – obviously without any success. She just glared at him and continued her work, ordering him to get out of her way while she stirred, roasted, flavoured, kneaded and wiped sweat and baking powder from her forehead.
Finally, he has enough. Taking two big steps, he wraps his strong arms around her waist, ignoring her kicks and punches and the chocolate smears on his arms. Lifting her from the ground he carries her into the bathroom, pushes her into the shower with a little brutality and before she can scream in protest the ice-cold water is pouring down on her.
She goes rigid in his arms, the flood of ice soaking her clothes, gluing her hair to her face, eyes closed, limbs shivering.
“Stop lying, Bells. It’s too late and you know that. No matter how many cookies you make it won’t change your choice anymore,” he says as gently as he can, wrapping his arms around her once again and stepping into the tiny shower with her. Their bodies are pressed together tightly, not a single inch left for air and Bella rests her head against his chest in defeat, fisting her hands in his shorts – the only fabric she can use as a hold.
“You’re getting married in two days and then you’ll be gone. I know we’ve been trying to lie that away the last months, but it’s too late for that now. It’s time to let go. We can’t pretend being married and having kids anymore, naming them Jake the Third and bubble gum. And you can’t walk around with the sheet playing my runaway bride. And you can’t stay the night sneaking into my bed just to wake up next to me in the morning as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And you can’t cook like there is a war coming up.”
Bella’s tears mix with the freezing water, her lips turning blue against his russet chest as he keeps her close, whispering into her ear.
“It helped. All those pretends. But not anymore. It only hurts now. You can still make it all happen. But you and I both know it won’t happen,” he sighs, holding back the tears and buries his head In her hair. Imagining – pretending – for the last time that they were just two teenagers in a downpour. Not a lonely boy and a girl who would leave him for someone as cold as the icy water soon. Very soon.The lies had been soothing. At the time. But the time was over.
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