[Jacob Black] I M P R I N T E D

[Jacob Black] I M P R I N T E D

"I still think you should take the writing course." Edward suggested for what seemed the hundreth time, running his eyes over the courses form again. I sighed heavily and threw my head against the back of the couch, a thought crossing my mind again as to why I was with this male anyway. He was so stubborn! I glanced down at the sheet in my hand, sighing again, studying the requirements to get into the writing class Edward was so keen to force me into. We were seated on my couch, Charlie at work, the tv glowing a bright blue off his marble skin. My heart started thumping as he smiled down at me, golden eyes twinkling.

Yes, my heart

I was still dead set, no pun intended, to become a vampire....but recent events had changed my -beforehand unbreakable- plans. First on that list was my mother, Rene. I can still remember that awful look on her face when I visited her to announce mine and Edward's wedding date. She looked heartbroken, but I could tell she was trying to play it off as excitment. She didn't do a very good job. Needless to say, I felt horrible, guilty, when we left to return to Forks. I was in a right mind to go through with my plans anyway, but I couldn't shake the image of my mother's broken face from my mind.

Second was Edward himself. I know what you're thinking "he already promised", but that didn't mean he still wasn't going to try to convince me otherwise. He pressed everyother options upon me, never failing to remind me that all previous worries were over and no one was hunting me anymore. Even the Volturi had seemed to lose interest in me, considering we haven't heard a word from them since last year. I shuddered at the thought of the past spring and summer, not quite over the terror it had caused me. I felt Edward's ice cold arm slip around my shoulders, pulling my against his rock-hard side, his lips brushing the top of my head.

Third, and last, was Jacob Black. A familar pain washed over me as I thought about my werewolf best friend -atleast that's how I still considered, refusing to think about the truth- and how I hadn't seen him in forever. In reality, it was only about a month and a half, but it felt like forever in my heart. Ever since he'd healed enough to phase back into his werewolf form (and learned about the finality of my plans) he'd taken off and no one has heard from him since. Not even his brothers, his pack. I felt a tug at my heart, the part of me that longed to see him again. His goofy, half-crooked smile. His russet brown skin. His gleaming black eyes. I sniffed back a few tears, hit again with a wave of sadness.

"Bella, love, are you alright?" Edward asked, concern glowing in his topaz eyes, his beautiful face creased with worry. I nodded and snuggled into his side, burying my face in his tan sweater, arms around his waist. Edward kissed my head again, ice cold fingers stroking my back with a gentle touch. I felt the blood immediatly start to pound in my veins, my heart thumping wildly as it always did when he was near. Even after all this time.

Yes, I was still human.

And attending Forks Community College with Edward.

It didn't bother me as much as I once thought it would. Sure, I was nineteen, but not even close to pushing twenty yet, so we had time. And I realized -with no threat of danger- that I enjoyed being the human me. And that I would miss it terribly. Besides, Edward had promised. And the fact that I was still mortal didn't change anything between us. We were married and every night progressed alittle further with the more "intimate" part of our relationship, though we've to make it all the way. Edward says progress is all that matters and we should be taking it slow anyway, not wanting to force his self-control or anything. I'd scoffed at the idea, but complied anyway, seeing as I was getting my way.

"I still say you should take the writing course."

"Ugh, no! Why do you keep pushing that?" I asked, poking his chest with a frustrated growl. Edward laughed and lifted my chin, cold lips pressing against mine.

"Because you'd enjoy it." He answered and I glowered at him, internally knowing I wouldn't. I already knew what went down in that class and I shuddered at the mere thought. They made you read things. Outloud! In front of the class. The mere thought was horrifying.

"Speaking of tonight...." Funny, I don't remember anyone speaking of that, but I let him continue without protest. "Would Charlie mind if you came over?" I thought it over, chewing the inside of my cheek, before shaking my head.

"Probably not. Not that there's much he can do about it." I replied airly, a smug smile playing on my lips. I was legal adult and married, so Charlie had a little less say so in my life. Though he demanded to keep some, considering I still lived under his roof.