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Neighbours	By : That-Girl-Han Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Morning, sleepy head!"
I woke up with a grunt. It was too early to wake up. It must be like 6 in the morning!
"Go away," I groaned in to the pillow.
"Ness, it's ten past nine. Get up you lazy cow." Jacob said as he sat at the bottom of the bed.
"Ten past nine?" I asked, prying the pillow away from my head.
"Yeah." Jake chuckled. "Rachel is coming today!"
I pushed myself up. "Oh yeah." I rubbed my eyes, " What time is she due over?" My voice was filled with sleep.
He glanced at his wrist watch. "Noon."
"Oh, right."
"Yeah. She's bringing Paul with her."
"Paul?" I shook my head.
Jacob frowned. "Yeah, her husband. I used to hang with him when I was younger."
"Don't you like him or something?" I asked, taking in his frown.
"No, it isn't that." Jacob ran a hand through his hair, “I just wouldn't have picked him for her. He's a bit of a hot head. Let’s just say me and my dad were less than pleased when they got together."
In his eyes, I could see the sadness they held. I reached my hand over to him and grasped his hand.
"I'm sure they're happy together." I spoke softly.
He looked at me, "I know he loves her." Jacob said matter-of-factly.
"Then that's all that's matters."
"Hmmm, I suppose your right." Jake smiled – a little. “You know, she’s pregnant. That’s why she’s coming down.”
I licked my lips, not sure how I should go about this. Obviously, Jacob wouldn’t be pleased nor Billy, but still…
“That’s…good?” I said slowly, trying to process his feelings about the subject.
“Well,” He curled his lip. “It’s life. Shit happens, you deal with it.”
“So… are you not happy about it, then?”
“Uh, it isn’t my place to say.” He semi shrugged. “If she’s happy, then I’m happy.”
I held Jacob's hand tightly, giving him a big smile. It was obvious that Jacob cared for her, and probably looked up to her. Which made me think, what if Rachel doesn't like me and she tells Jake to drop me like a hot potato. Does that mean he will?
Mmm, I didn't like the thought of that. In fact, I'd like to see him try and avoid me. I know where he lives, mwhuhahaha!
"Anyway," Jacob caught my attention, "come on, Sue's saved you breakfast. You're lucky, though," Jake chuckled as he stood up,” me and dad nearly ate the whole lot."
"Hah, why? What did she make?" I asked, shoving off the covers.
"Homemade waffles!"
I stood up next to him, waiting for him to lead the way. I didn’t care if my hair looked like I had brushed it with a rake, or that I was still in my scrappy PJs. I felt at home. I looked up at Jake, who was just looking down at me with a smirk.
“What?” I asked. “Do I have something on my face?” I wiped my hand across my face, hoping that I didn’t dribble last night and still have the evidence on my face. That wouldn’t be attractive…
“I just realised. I haven’t had my kiss this morning.”
“Oh.” I smiled, leaning up on my toes. “Well, come and collect.”
Jacob’s hand cupped my face, his lips lingering on mine for what seemed like forever.
“Don’t you want to kiss me?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Hmm,” His breath hot on my mouth, “I’m just getting myself ready.”
His lips brushed mine lightly before he began to kiss me with the type of hunger that usually made my knees wobble and shake. I never got used to the sensation that he caused when his tongue was brushing against my own.
We broke apart but kept our faces close.
Jacob brushed hair away from my face. “I…” he didn’t finish his sentence.
“You what?” I mumbled.
“I…I like your hair. It’s soft.” He gave a little smile.
For a moment, I thought he was going to say something else. Apart of me wished that he did.
I smiled. “I like your hair too.” I said, hoping he’d understand what I meant.

***

We sat in the front room silently, waiting for Rachel to show up. Sue was acting like a guard dog, constantly on edge, watching every car that zoomed past the house. While the rest of us were watching Carry On Abroad, Sue was perched at the window.
“Sue, she’ll get here soon.” Billy grumbled, eyes flicking back and forth between her and the TV.
“I know.” Sue snapped, a little too harshly, “But she’s twenty minutes late. I don’t want to overcook the food. The chicken should have really been taken out half an hour ago, so I turned it down on low but you never know, it could over cook….”her voice trailed off as she checked her wrist watch.
“Take it out, then.” Billy said.
“What?!” Sue whipped around. “And let it get cold? I don’t think so.”
Jacob chuckled next to me. It was so easy to feel at home here, it really was. I didn’t get nervous if I was left in the room with either Billy and Sue by myself. Billy even cracked a joke about my full name earlier, while I ate my waffles. Granted, he joked that it sounded a little Russian and asked if I’m secretly a soviet spy. Jacob looked mortified and Sue swiped Billy around his noggin’. I did laugh, it was fairy amusing. Besides, families take the piss outta each other anyway.
“She’s here!” Sue launched herself up, “She’s finally here! Oohhh…”
I watched as Sue hurried to the front door. And swung it open and called out to them. I glanced back down at my hands in my lap. OK, now I might be feeling a little nervous. Uuhh, definitely nervous. Fuck, I’m sweating bullets.
God, it’s only his sister. I mean, just how much pull can she have if she doesn’t like me?
Better not answer that, on second thoughts.
“Sue, you look absolutely fabulous! Have you lost weight?” A woman’s voice rang through - obviously Rachel.
Jacob stood up from the sofa and began to head over to Rachel, as she entered the house, with the looks of a hunky man trailing behind her. By the looks of him, I wanted to say professional stripper, but its Paul, I believe.
Jacob embraced her tightly, “It’s good to see you!” Jake said.
“You’ve got bigger!” They pulled apart. “Look at the size of your arms!” Rachel pinched Jacob’s bicep, with a smirk.
Jake smiled, rubbing his arm, and then headed to greet Paul with a hand shake.
Rachel turned to me.
“Hi, I’m Ness!” I shot up and held out my hand at the same time she went in for a hug.
We both laughed awkwardly, before Rachel leaned in again.
“I’ve heard so much about you.” Rachel told me, letting go.
“All good, I hope.” I said charmingly.
Rachel’s eyes twinkled with humour. “You bet.” She half turned around. “And this is my husband, Paul.”
“Hi.” I grinned at him.
“Nice to meet you, darlin’.” Paul said coolly as he leaned closer and gave me a gentle peck on the cheek.
I have to say, I don’t know what all the fuss was about. Rachel and Paul both seem so lovely, why the hell was I so nervous?
I retook my seat as Rachel and Paul greeted Billy. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one to witness Billy’s eyes light up as he was looking at his daughter. It was quite sweet, actually. I’m not even sure my own dad looks at me like that….
“Right, sit yourself down, my loves. “Sue said, tying her cooking apron around her waist, “And, I’ll go sort out dinner.”
Jake sat down beside me, draping an arm around the back of the sofa, while Rachel and Paul sat down on the other sofa, adjacent to ours.
“What’s the news, then?” Rachel asked, a little breathlessly, as she tugged out of her jacket.
“Um,” Billy looked around, as if he was trying to find something to talk about. “Nothing, really.” He gave a shrug.
Rachel blinked. “Oh, right, OK. Well, I have some news. Whether it’s good or bad is up to you, I suppose.”
“You’re not getting breast implants, are you?!” Billy shot out.
“No,” Rachel chuckled before locking both eyes and hands with Paul.
I slid my eyes over to Billy, knowing what the news was; I wanted to see his reaction. He sat there, wide eyed as Sue stood casually behind him with her arms draped over his shoulders.
“Paul and I are going to have a baby!”
Complete silence.
Billy just sat there with a dumb folded expression while a grin spread across Sue’s face.
“That’s wonderful!” Sue moved forward to Rachel, obviously wanting to give her a hug. “Isn’t it, Billy?” Sue turned around to give him a sharp look.
“Uhrh…Yes.” Billy cleared his throat.
“Dad,” Rachel frowned at Billy, “are you not happy for me or something?”
“No!” Billy said without missing a beat, “Of course not. I’m just a little surprised, that’s all.” He gave a gentle smile.
Rachel inclined her head the tiniest bit, “Good,” She gave a weak chuckle, “I thought you’d disapprove.”
I didn’t miss the sly look towards Jacob. Before Billy could jump in and defend himself, Jake, who obviously spotted the sly eyes, spoke first.
“Don’t be daft, Rach! He or she will be spoiled rotten by us lot.” He smiled warmly.
That was properly true, considering they never saw Rebecca’s kids. Although, I was surprised she was aware of Billy’s and Jake’s feelings towards Paul. In fact, I bet he knew as well. And yet, he sat there with a smile on his face, acting like it didn’t bother him. It probably did. I felt a little sorry for him.
“How far along are you?” Sue asked, letting her hands slide over Rachel’s tummy.
“Eleven weeks, now.”
“Eleven weeks?” Sue mouthed, as if she had lost her voice.
Rachel nodded with a grin. “Only found out last week.”
“I should have known.” Sue said, smiling, “You’re absolutely glowing!”
“She isn’t in the middle of the night, when she has bad gas.” Paul hitched up a brow with a smirk.
Everyone chuckled.
“You can talk,” Rachel grinned at him, sitting back down.
“I hope everyone is hungry. Dinner will be ready in five.” Sue told everyone before heading over towards the kitchen.
I looked at Jacob, he was smiling at Rachel. It was infectious. Then again, it always was with Jacob. While everyone dived in to conversation about the baby to come, I jumped up from the sofa and headed towards Sue in the kitchen. I figured, I’d give her hand
“What can I do to help, Sue?”
Sue let out a breath and wiped her brow. “Oh, you couldn’t be a love and mash up the potatoes, could you?”
I nodded. “Absolutely.” I headed over towards the pot of the potatoes on the counter. I got out the milk and butter and began to put a little of each in to the pot. Soon enough, I was starting to sweat and my arms were beginning to ache. Fuck, this was a work out all of its own. Urgh, no wonder why I don’t make mash potatoes when I’m at home.
“Makes you broody, doesn’t it?” Sue said conversationally.
I looked up, a bit confused. “I’m sorry?”
Sue smiled warmly, “All this talk about little ‘uns. Makes me want another myself,” She smiled. “Oh, dear. What am I like?” She waved her hand dismissively.
I giggled. Even, though, I don’t have any myself. I do understand what she means. I always wanted children, and a part of me hoped that one day, I’d have them with Jacob.

I rifted through the baby grows with a smile. They were so cute! In fact, every piece of baby clothing was cute, whether it was a little party dress or a black bin liner.
Sue had somehow managed to convince us, that we (the girls) needed to go out straight out after our meal to go buy some baby bits and bobs. Even though, Rachel protested, Sue didn’t take no for an answer. She even insisted that we should have some bonding girl time, since we’re all family now.
“Look at these!” Sue caught my attention, she was holding up a pair of tiny baby converse. “Aren’t they the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”
I dropped the baby grow from my hands and walked over to Sue. They were the cutest thing. Aw, now I wanted a baby.
Urg, stop it Ness. I do not want a baby. I do not want a baby.
“Oh, look at these!” Rachel had shoved little cotton cardigan in front of us.
“My uterus hurts just looking at that.” I mumbled, still trying to tell myself I don’t want a child.
“You could be next,” Rachel said, dropping the cardigan in her basket.
My cheeks flushed from the glance from Sue and Rachel. Trust was, me and Jake were nowhere near ready for a children. We’d only been together for a couple of months. That’s not long enough…is it? No, Ness. Besides, we’re taking it slow.
“Could you imagine it? The two of you having babies together!” Sue’s eyes lit up, “The little loves will have a friend to play with!”
My uterus did a back flip.
“Awwwh, they’d be best friends!” Rachel nodded.
I couldn’t contain my smile. Even though, the thought of us having babies at the same time weas ridiculous, it did sound extremely cute.
“I already know what my children will be called.” I spoke out, stroking a new borns soft white coat.
“Go on,” Rachel said with a smile, “I might nick your names.”
I chuckled. “Christopher for a boy. And Emeline for a girl- it’s French.”
“Mmm, Emeline….”She said, as if she was tasting it on her tongue. “It’s got a nice ring to it, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “And I’ll call her Emmy for short.”
“That’s a lovely name, love.” Sue smiled. “Does Jacob like them?”
I cleared my throat. “Actually, we’ve never talked about children.”
“What?” Sue said, suddenly shocked. “Why not? You kids won’t be young forever. You need to start settling down, you know.”
“I’m sure they’ll have that talk when they get there, Sue.” Rachel said, giving me a warm smile.
After we finished buying out the baby shop, we headed for Next. Even though, I’m not the one having the baby, I did buy this soft white baby grow. It was sooo soft and cute. I’d put it away and give it to Rachel when she’s had the baby. It’ll be a nice little prezzie. Plus, she didn’t see me buy it; I had managed to shove it in my bag without her even noticing.
Somehow, Sue had yet again convinced Rachel to buy some maternity clothes now, since we were out and all. I trailed behind Sue, who had more shopping bags than she could count, secretly listening to their conversation.
"I've already told him. If he so much as evens steps a toe out of line, that's it. It’s finished."
I strained to hear what Sue mumbled back, bit it sounded like 'Good, he's a duck..' Although, I doubt she actually called him a duck.
“I know, I know. But that’s just the way he is.” Rachel shook her head. “I wouldn’t dare tell Dad. He’d probably roll over his toes or ram in to his shins.”
Sue laughed at that, and even I had to bit my lip from giggling.
We entered the shop and spread out. I went to browse the sale while Sue headed for the underwear and Rachel looked at the maternity section.
I picked my way through an entire sale rack, not seeing a single item of clothing that looked nice, no wonder it was on sale. It was the rejects. Then I spotted it. A dark blue pair of jeans, with a little love heart, made of those fake diamonds, underneath the pocket. I flipped over the price tag.
£35 reduced to £7.
£7?! Seven pounds!! Good god! This is a bargain! My eyeliner cost more than that. I have to get these jeans. And they’re my size! Yipee! I went to grab and pull them away but they wouldn’t budge.
I yanked harder. No wonder why they wouldn’t move, a hand was gripping on to them from the other side of the rack.
“I’m sorry, but I’m taking these.” I said as I leaned around the rack.
My breath caught in my throat. It was her! The bitch that spilled water down my dress at Francis. Obviously she remembered me because she gave me the death stare.
“The jeans are mine.” I said, my eyes narrowed and my voice in a monotone.
She hitched up a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Don’t think so. I saw them first.”
“I saw them first, actually.” I gripped harder on to the material, praying she’d back down and walk away.
She didn’t. She squared her shoulders and pursed her lips. “Look, let go of the jeans. I saw them first and I’m taking them.”
Never one to back down from a challenge, I yanked the jeans closer to me. “No. I am having them, even if your arm comes with it.”
“Let go of the fucking jeans.”
I blinked at her bluntness. How rude?! “No,” I snapped. “You fucking let go.”
“Make me!” She sneered.
I felt my jaw clench. Urggh! This bitch was proper pissing me off. “Don’t tempt me. Let go of the jeans and I won’t hurt you!” I spat out, hoping she wouldn’t call my bluff.
“I’d like to see you try, chunky!”
Chunky?! She called me chunky! Damn, I knew all the wine I was drinking was going straight to my thighs. Still, I can’t believe she called me chunky.
“What the fuck is your problem!?” I demanded. “How dare you call me chunky! I am not chunky! I may be carrying a little extra but that’s neither here or there.”
She curled her lip. “Just get your grubby paws off the jeans.”
“Or what?! You gunna pour them down me, are you?”
“Depends, you gonna eat them?”
I gasped. “That’s outta line.” I grabbed ahold of them with both hands. “Let go of the jeans, right now or…”
“Or what…”
I gulped. Shit. I couldn’t start a fight with her, she taller than me, plus she looks tough. She’d kill me in a fight. C’mon, Ness. Man up.
“Or, I’ll make you wish you had.” I told her, my voice surprisingly strong.
She rolled her eyes. “Look, weener jacket, just fucking let go of the jeans and we’ll call it a day, OK?”
I shook my head. “No, I wil- did you just call me weener jacket?”
“I say it how it is. Now, let-“
“Good aftertoon, ladies. Is everything alright?” A shop assistant approached us. His bright smile caught us off guard.
“No,” I shook my head sadly, “this.. lady won’t let go of these jeans, even though, I had them first.” I rushed, trying to sound like the victim.
The man glanced at the bitch, whose name slipped my mind, and pursed his lips. “Well, then since she had them first, I’m afraid to say that this lady,” he motioned to me,” will get to buy them. However, if you like, I can show you some of the new jeans that came in a couple of days ago.”
The lady snarled before dropping the jeans. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and smiled sweetly at the man. “That’s OK, actually. Those jeans would be far too big on me. They’d practically drown me.” She gave me a meaningful look, before storming away with the man.
I stood there, clutching on to the jeans, watching them walk away. Fucking hell. I can’t believe I actually won that one. Yipee! I walked, proudly, over to Rachel, still clutching my jeans like a champ. She was busy bringing different tops up to her chest and looking at them in the mirror.
"That's a nice one," I nodded at the pink top she held in her hand.
"Do you think?" She turned to the side, "it won't make me look even bigger when I'm showing?"
I shook my head. " Of course not. You're going to look gorgeous when you’re showing."
A smile broke on her face. "Thanks. I'm just a little self-conscious. I've always had a bit of a problem with my weight, I'm a yo-yo'er. Unlike, Bexs." She said her sister’s name with a snide, "she can keep the weight off, and I don't even think she got any stretch marks when she had her kids. Lucky cow." She frowned.
I blinked. Not really knowing what to say back. " Well, I wouldn't worry about it. As soon as she turns forty - bam! She'll gain all the weight she didn't when she was younger." I smiled at Rachel.
She gave a chuckle, "I love my sister but let's hope you’re right. Oh, they're nice jeans." She said, giving my jeans the eye up.
"Yeah, on sale. Seven quid."
"Seven quid?!"
I nodded. "Yup. Although, I did have to fight for it. Literally."
Rachel's eyes went wide. "Really? Who with?"
I shrugged, " I don't know who she is but she works at Francis, and-"
"The really top restaurant in town?" Rachel cut in.
I nodded, “yeah. Jacob took me there. Anyway, she works there and the bitch practically threw water-"
"Rochelle!" Rachel's eyes snapped away from me and found something behind me.
Rachel walked past me. I followed her with my eyes.
I could have fallen over. Rachel was hugging the bitch from earlier!
Rachel pulled away and turned to me, " Roch, this is Ness, my brothers girlfriend."
Rochelle's face dropped, as did mine.
"Ness, this is Rochelle, we used to go to secondary school together."
For some reason, I started to shove the jeans behind my back, as if she'd lunge out and go for them.
"Really? Don't I know you for somewhere?" She asked, innocently.
"Don't think so." I snapped.
She nodded, with a horrible smile. "No, I have. Didn't I see you in Ann Summers, buying a gimp suit?"
I pursed my lips in a tight line. Bloody bitch! What the fuck is she saying that for?! Fucking liar, she’s trying to make me sound like I’m in to kinky shit. I caught Rachel giving me an odd look, no doubt, thinking that I bought the suit for me and Jacob. Eesh.
"No, no. You must have me confused with someone else." I gritted my teeth and hoped it looked like a smile.
"I never forget a face."
I smiled suddenly, having an idea. "Oh, yes! Now I remember. You were the one buying the double sided dildo, weren’t you?" I smiled sweetly. "Anyway, it was nice to meet you." I said before storming to find Sue.
Me and Jacob sat on his bed, shifting through the goodies I had bought. After our little trip to Next, we came home. Rachel didn’t mention the whole gimp suit thing, neither did I. Although, we did arrange that we’d have lunch together sometime soon. Which I thought was quite nice. When we finally got in, the boys were busy having a heated discussion over the best fishing poles. Then Jake and Paul started on cars, then politics. At that point, Rachel decided that it was time for them to leave.
“You girls are terrible with shopping. It’s like whenever you go out, you have to buy everything.” Jacob said, looking through my Boots bag, pitching through all the perfume I bought on sale.
“It was on sale!” I chuckled. “How could I not?”
“Simple. Don’t buy it.”
I clucked my tongue. “It’s not that easy. Do you want me to smell nice?” I gave Jacob a quizzical look, when he said nothing I smiled. “Exactly.”
“Babe, You’d smell nice without all this crap.” He placed the bag back on the bed, “maybe I should hold on to your debt card, if you find it so hard.”
“You’d change your tune if I had brought some new sexy underwear.”
Jacob paused. “Did you?”
“No.” I laughed at his expression. Typical man.
I pulled a grey hoodie out of a shopping bag.
"I bought this for you," I held it up towards him.
His eyes took it in. "How comes?" He said, taking it.
"It looked cute. Besides, you can leave it at my place."
"Really?” Jacob grinned. “What about a toothbrush?"
"You can leave one of those aswell."
Jacob leaned forward and kissed me on the corner of my mouth. "You know, since we live in the same building, it’s already like we live together. We just get to go home when we feel like it."
I smiled. "Yeah, I suppose it is."
"Exactly," Jake put the hoodie on the bed and reached for my hands. "So, then if we did move in with each other, it'd be easy."
At his words my stomach began to do flips. Was Jacob saying that he wants us to move in with each other? I can't say I haven’t thought about it, because I have. In fact, it crosses my mind quite abit.
Without beating around the bush, I decided that the best approach would be asking him head on. "Are you saying you want to move in with me?" A smile crept across my face.
He nodded sharply. "Yeah, I do. I think it'll be great."
"Really?" I leaned forward, closer to him, as if I was under his spell. "Your place or mine?"
Jacob mirrored my movements, so we were just a couple of mere inches apart. "We should move in to a house." He whispered.
"With a garden!" I whispered back, barely containing my excitement. "And a garage! Ooh, with a proper kitchen that's got a dishwasher!"
Jacob chuckled. "Don't you already have a dishwasher?"
"Yeah," I shrugged, "my hands."
"OK, we'll make sure it has a dishwasher." Jake smiled warmly before closing the distance between us. His lips were soft against mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he gently lowered us so we were lying down.
"Hmm." Jacob murmured against my mouth, "I think I should shut the door."
My tongue teased his bottom lip. "Uhuhh."
Jacob didn't make a move to shut the door, he just slid his hands down my body and stopped above my waist. He let out a low moan, the vibration from his mouth on to mine made me begin to ache for him.
Jacob suddenly pulled away and looked in to my eyes. “Ness.”
I licked my lips. “Yeah?”
“I..” He sucked in a breath. “I’m really excited that we’re going to move in with each other.”
My own smile fell – a little. Again, there he goes with saying something then suddenly changing it. If he wasn’t ready to tell me that he loved me, then that’s fine. I wouldn’t rush him.
After all, even though, I felt love for him, I certainly wasn’t ready to tell him. Yet.
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