Jacob wants to believe he's just being paranoid. As they quickly made their way back into their bedroom, he wanted to believe that Edward was being overly cautious. However, when he sees green eyes peering at him from the corner, he immediately knows that whatever is about to take place isn't going to be good. She's messing with the room, potentially preparing it while Edward scurries around trying to block any potential entryways. Jacob watches them work in tandem for a little while until he can't anymore. He feels overwhelmed.

"Ed?" He calls out while listening to the man rummage through drawers in the bathroom. 

The room feels like it's shifting and then spinning around him. He takes in a gulp of air and tries to steady himself.

He's not sure if Edward ever answers, he can only hear wind in his ears as the room eventually becomes a blur before it gets dark.

Jacob wakes up on the bed. He doesn't feel like his usual self, but doesn't feel like he's in pain either. He can feel someone running their hand along his side and realizes that it's Edward. He looks distraught. Maybe everything wasn't as good as Jacob thought it was. There are loud footsteps which he realizes belong to Leah and Quil as they pace around the room. 

"How's he doing?" He hears Leah ask from somewhere near the bathroom.

"I think he's waking up." Edward sighs out and then they go back to silence. Leah continues to pace until it turns into a search. She's looking for something, anything. Whatever it is, it's a blur to Jacob. 

Quil eventually comes into focus as he leans down in front of Jacob. 

"Jake?" He's being quiet, and he waits patiently while Jacob comes to the realization that he's not currently in human form. He can't remember for the life of him changing into a giant dog, but when he's aware, he becomes very aware. From the whine that comes out of his mouth instead of actual words, to the way Edward is definitely running his fingers through long hair on the nape of Jacob's neck.

His body eventually begins to turn more human-like. Edward has the forethought to toss a blanket over him and his hand eventually finds itself running through the hair on the top of Jacob's scalp. He really needs to remember to cut it off because it's almost down to the middle of his back at this point. 

"What?" Is his real first word as he tries to push himself up only to be ushered back down by both Edward and Quil. 

"You need to rest," Is the only explanation he receives from Quil.

 "How are you feeling?" Leah pipes up from somewhere behind him. 

"Fine." They are treating him like something bad happened, but he feels fine enough. His joints ache a little, but he's also carrying around a tiny freeloader. He tugs at the duvet, suddenly very much aware of that and the fact that he's naked. Other than that, he's alright.

Jacob turns over to Edward with the hopes of convincing him that he is indeed fine. Unfortunately, it does nothing for his case. He looks down at him, eyes wide and brows furrowed. Edward looks as if his nerves are absolutely shot. 

What happened?

He's been through a lot in a very short amount of time and most of it was horrifying, but he's never seen Edward like this. Even when he ran a fever. His eyes are shifting back and forth like he's reliving something before they find a Jacob again and he's back to tangling his fingers in Jacob's hair. It doesn't hurt, but Jacob can feel the hold he has on it. 

There is about a minute of Jacob trying to piece together what happened. Everyone else is so on edge that they only stop for a moment to ask him how he's doing before going back to surveying the room.

They all turn at the sound of a new set of footsteps. He can see them all tense, hands curling into fists and eyes keenly trained on the door. He can also see them all exhale, almost in unison, as Carlisle makes his way into the room.

"You," he points to Jacob, "are on bed rest." 

Great. He's not even sure where they think he's headed. He hasn't really left this godforsaken bed since this all started.

"What happened?" He finally, reluctantly asks and Leah and Quil looked shocked while Edward and Carlisle didn't look surprised in the slightest. He had a history of forgetting entire days. It's not necessarily his brain's fault, though.

Seth is unfortunately the one to answer as he slides into the fold. 

"You mauled her, dude." 

Mauled? Her? 

He turns to Edward for an explanation but, unfortunately, he's still not speaking. So, he instead looks over to Leah and Carlisle.

"Mauled her?"

"You didn't maul Bella, you scratched her up a bit. She should be fine." Carlisle reassures Jacob before giving Seth an admonishing stare. Seth gives an impish little grin bringing Jacob the cup of water he's cradling.

Scratched her up a bit? In self-defense?

"We should've taken her out before she even had the chance to get near him." Quil pipes up, looking over to Leah who only rolls her eyes.

"Jake was the one who wanted her back alive," she reminds him and now they're all looking at Jacob.

Oh, Great. He tugs the blanket up further until it's draped over his shoulders.

Jacob hasn't been on the ball lately. Hell, he's lost the ball entirely. He didn't know where he was going in life before this, but it definitely didn't include a baby. Why were they listening to the guy who, grumpily he might add, agreed to give birth to someone else's kid? Okay, agreed was a strong word. He was forced into it, but Jacob didn't immediately run off to figure out how to get an abortion either. On top of that, he also broke up a family and marked the father of said baby.

He can feel the wolf, who feels like it's right in his ear, huff. He has the delayed realization that it's a huff of pride.

"I'm not exactly thinking straight." He admits, which to his annoyance, everyone seems to nod in agreement. 

"Hey, at least ol' reliable is reliable," Seth begins again,"Who knew old Alpha would be such a good mama?"

Jacob wants to "scratch him up a bit" next.

"I say," Embry joins the conversation, "we throw her back to the Volturi." 

He glides into the room with a plate of food and waits until Jacob is in some form of real sitting position to hand it to him. 

"I say," Leah pipes up again, "we murder her where she lies."

Jacob doesn't even bother entertaining the conversation, instead taking bites out of his food and trying to remember what happened himself. He remembers passing out. He doesn't remember attacking anyone. He catches the shine of blood on his knuckles as he brings the fork back up to his lips and it brings him pause.

"Murder is dangerous," Edward finally speaks, and the knot in Jacob's gut partially loosens, " when you're in a house full of vampires." He reminds them.

They all seem to get the point. 

"So, what do we do? We can't have her lurking around here." Quil asks and watches as they all exchange looks. 

While they are doing that, he's looking over at Edward. Sure, an incident gets the heart racing. Especially when the incident involves a tiny, unborn person who you thought was being guarded heavily. Though, the look in his eyes and the blood stains on his clothes aren't lining up with a scuffle. Suddenly, he's very aware that they might be keeping some information from him. 

...scratched her up a bit.

He feels like he's going to be sick. 

"How bad were her injuries?" No one seems shocked by the question. If anything, they looked upset. It was like they were hoping that he would just take their word that everything was fine and drop it. 

"There were no broken bones. However, there were a couple of superficial wounds and...one wound that was near a vital artery." Carlisle informs him in an almost apologetic tone. 

He looks around at all of them, but none of them look sorry for omitting such important information.

"She was bleeding out fast." Edward quietly informs him. There is very clearly an underlying implication there. 

Everyone is instantaneously very busy as they file out of the room and down the stairs, leaving the two alone. 

Edward clears his throat and adjusts his position behind Jacob, aggressively rubbing at what looked like blood on his palms.

"She tried to kill you, Jacob."  Edward states bluntly, "The witch had more control over her than we thought. I went to go get Carlisle after you fainted when I came back, you two were in a standoff. She lunged at you with what Carlisle thinks is poison." 

He reaches down and brushes his fingers over a completely healed scar on Jacob's side that he's never seen before.

The scar, once pointed out to Jacob, is very apparent. It's the only visible scar he has besides the one on his other side from when he was sliced open the first time. Why would Bella stab him with something dipped in poison if her goal is to get the baby? 

Edward gives him a moment. Or maybe he gives himself a moment. For a good five minutes he just sits there staring at seemingly nothing.

Jacob spends the time thinking.

He can't just shift if he's unconscious. He doesn't just wake up and suddenly he's a wolf. He's about to about to make this argument when he sees Green Eyes standing in the corner. 

It wasn't Jacob, she'd done it for him.

The bedrest doesn't seem so bad as nausea settles over his stomach.

"I might have to give her the bite, Jake." 

Oh, great. 

"Carlisle managed to slow down the bleeding, but he can't guarantee that she's out of the woods."

They're keeping her alive for him. They were plotting her murder two minutes ago and now he's basically being asked if he's okay with Edward making her immortal. Yet, he's still being asked for his opinion

...after she tried to kill him and their kid.

"No." Jacob says, stabbing at the steak on his plate that looks as though they only had the thought of cooking it.

"No?" Edward asks, watching as Jacob aggressively picks at his food.

"No, she doesn't get to do that. She doesn't get to walk in here trying to kill me and leave with immortality. If she lives, she lives."

Edward looks stunned. 

He keeps sitting here blaming this shit on himself, but he wasn't the one who walked out into the forest in the middle of the night. He wasn't the one went to the Volturi. He wasn't the one who made a deal with a witch. So, this isn't on him.

Once the tension has subsided between them, he can't ignore the fact that he feels like a beached whale. He's been sweating underneath the blankets and he's as naked as the day he was born.

"You couldn't have given me a shirt?" He grumbles more to himself than anything as he tries to find something underneath him to slide over his head. 

Edward doesn't respond. 

Jacob eventually finds something that looks like it may fit only to have it yanked out of his hands by Edward. 

He has this look on his face that Jacob knows very well and he wants to roll his eyes. He's not exactly the type to declare his love every second of every day. To be honest, neither is Edward, but he's getting grossly close. Although, this look is a bit more intense, if that's possible. It's also wildly misplaced. He's a mess. His hair is now sticking to his temples and his back and his stomach is very much on full display. He wants to see if he's subconsciously hidden any hair ties in the pile, but he knows he'll have to wait until Edward is done ogling him.

"Will you-!" 

"Marry me?" Edward cuts him off.

"No, give me my shirt."