'Cause Our Love Will Light The Way, chapter 1

Jakob's POV

She was still asleep when I woke up. I took this chance to study my beautiful wife, even though I knew every inch of her body off by heart. Her pale skin glowed in the faint sunlight that was streaming through the bedroom window. Her long, ash blonde hair framed her stunning face. I kneeled up, and placed one knee on either side of her sleeping body, and bent down, and started planting tiny kisses on her bare shoulder blade, and on the nape of her neck. She stretched suddenly and her eyes fluttered open, revealing the crystal azure orbs that make me fall in love with her all over again with one glance.

"Morning," she mumbled with a small grin.

"Morning," I muttered, sucking tenderly on the spot just under her ear, along her jawbone. I knew she loved it when I did that.

Emily's POV

"I love you baby," I heard Jakob murmur, while sucking my seductive spot, as I liked to call it.

"I love you so much," I said seriously.

Jakob stopped kissing me and looked me in the eye. "I love you too."

I placed one hand on the back of Jakob's neck, the other on his cheek, and gently pulled his head down and kissed him passionately on the lips.
I ran my fingers through his thick, black hair, and pulled away. I looked into his intense green eyes and smiled.
This guy made me so happy.

He bent down again and lightly kissed my big tummy.

"Good morning baby," he said, in between kisses. I laughed softly at him. I knew he was just as excited as I was at the prospect of parenthood. I stretched again.

"We should probably get up now," I said, glancing at the digital clock on the bedside table.

"There's no rush," mumbled Jakob, his arms wrapping around my waist.

I laughed. "We're going to your parents for lunch, remember?"

Jakob groaned and tightened his hold around my waist when I tried to pull myself up.

"Jake, we really have to get moving. It's already eleven," he climbed on top of me and started kissing my neck. I sighed exasperatedly

"Jake," I groaned.


An half an hour later we arrived flustered at the Armstrong residence. We let ourselves in and greeted everybody sitting at the deck table.

"The post-sex flush really suits both of you," Billie Joe said, laughing, in a loud voice.

I felt the color rise in my cheeks. "Shut up," I muttered.

I took my seat at the table, which was very squashy, as there were lots of people; my half sister Ramona and her husband Joey and their kids Seri and Aiden, my half brother Frankito, and his pregnant girlfriend Stella and their other child Ciarra, and of course mum and dad, Mike and Brittney, and Billie and Adie.

An occasion like this was rare, as Mike and Brittney had moved an hour out of Oakland, and the rest of us were scattered round the suburb, and had very busy schedules. I often saw Frankie and Joey though, as they were in a band with Jakob called "Kill Heavens Angels," Frankie played drums, Jake played guitar, and was the lead singer, and Joey played bass. They were a punk rock group, following in their father's foot steps.

They had released two albums already, and had almost finished recording their third one. They had been top hits. Most of the songs were written by Jakob, but Joey and Frankie put in a lot as well. Green day had retired though, as they were all fifty five, but they hadn't aged a day since they turned thirty. They made rare appearances, doing charity work and interviews.

After a filling lunch, we all just chatted and hung out, until we noticed it was becoming dark.

"Who wants to swim!?!?" dad yelled out excitedly.

I rolled my eyes. Trust dad to think of something like that. All the kids squealed with excitement.

"I don't think so," said Stella, bursting the kid's bubbles.

"Why not? I know you brought their bathers," Billie asked

"Because it's late...and they might...catch a cold," Stella said. Talk about quick thinking.

"Catch a cold? It's summer!" said my mum.

Stella sighed, knowing she was overruled, and the kids and dad ran out to get changed. Everyone else ended up getting changed to hop in too, as it was really hot.

I got dressed into my black bikini. I looked at the reflection in the mirror. My eyes rested on the growing tummy. At four months pregnant, my belly was pretty large. We had decided to wait to find the sex of the baby, but I was secretly hoping for a girl. I'd always wanted a little daughter, and I had a sneaking suspicion that Jakob wanted one too.

I walked out to the pool, where every else was already. I heard Jakob wolf whistle as I hopped in. I blushed, and swam up to him and dunked him. The kids and Billie and Tre and Mike were doing dive bombs off the end off the pool, and the rest of us just sat on the edge of the pool and drank, and talked. Well, actually, I didn't drink. I watched the rest of them, and boy I really miss it.

Jake swam up to me, and wrapped his tattooed arms around my bare back. He lifted down of the pool ledge and into the water, his body pressing against mine.

"You just can't keep your hands off me today, can you?" I said, amused.

"No. Because. I love. You so. Fuckin. Much," he said, pausing to kiss my lips between each phrase.

***

We were seating on the sofa in the living room, watching a horror film, when Jake's cell phone rung. I muted the TV. He reached lazily across to the coffee table and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he asked. "Oh hey. What is it? What? Tuesday week?" that was all I heard before Jakob walked out of the room, signaling for me to continue the movie.

I pressed play, and continued to watch the movie. Five minutes later a frustrated looking Jakob entered the room.

"I have some bad news," Jakob said. I pressed pause as Jakob sat down next to me.

"What is it?"

"The tour dates have been set," Jakob sighed.

"Set already? The first one's Tuesday week?"

Jakob nodded. I was almost in tears now. I knew that these concerts were going to be far away, as they had already done the gigs in the closer venues. Tours had always been a difficult topic for us. Because I go to college, I have never been able to tour with the guys. It was only in the holidays that I would be able to go and visit them and tour with them for a short time. Collage wasn't a problem for the band, as Jake and Frankie were six years older than me and Joey was nine years older than me.

"You can take time off college, you were going to have to anyway with the baby," he said desperately. Tears were streaming down my face now.

I stood up. "Jake, I'm pregnant. In five months I'm going to be having our child. You're going to be busy doing shows and all that shit, that our baby's birth won't even be significant."

Jake stood up too, and tried to pull me into a hug, but I pushed him away.
"It will be significant Em. Music's not going to interfere with that."

"Jakob, how can you promise that? Do you know how difficult it is for me to see you leave when you tour?" I yelled at him, hot tears running down my face.
Now he looked angry.

"Do you think it's easy for me to leave you when I tour?" he shouted at me.

"It's obviously not that hard for you to leave me!" I screeched at him.

His eyes filled with anger and rage. He raised his hand and slapped me, hard. I felt my cheek burn. Tears overflowed from my eyes, as I realized what he had just done. I glanced at Jakob. He looked just as shocked as I was. I darted past him and found my car keys and headed out the door, my vision blurred from the tears.

I turned on the engine and put the pedal to the metal, as they say. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to get away. I drove until I came to a deserted park. I got out of the car, and walked over to a bench and sat down. I pulled my legs up from underneath me, and hugged them to my large belly. I started crying. Crying and crying and crying. I wasn't angry, I was sad and scared. He hurt me.

I touched the place, just below my cheek. It hurt. Fresh tears spilled down my face, down my neck. I could taste the salt.

"Are you alright Em?" a concerned voice said.

I looked up to see Frankito standing in front of the seat. Frankie had shortish blonde hair and he was fairly tanned, and had a pretty impressive six pack. He was quite tall. He looked a lot like the guy off the OC, Volchok. Frankie was six years older than me, and was born to dad's second wife, Claudia. I was born to dad's current and third wife, Eva. Frankie lived with his girlfriend Stella now, but when he was younger he would occasionally stay with us.
I wiped my eyes on the back of my sleeves.

"I'm fine," I said.

"No you're not,"

He gasped. "Where did you get that huge bruise under your cheek?"

I started to shake. I started to cry. I couldn't stop the tears. "H-he h-h-hit me," I sobbed uncontrollably. Frankie sat down quickly and pulled me closer to his chest.

"What are you talking about?" he said, trying to sooth me. He ran his fingers through my hair. It was times like these that I was super glad I had a big brother like Frankie. Even though he was six years older than me, we had always been close, and he was very protective over me.

"J-Jakob hi-i -it me-e,"

He lifted my face up to look at him.

"Jakob hit you?" he asked angrily.

I nodded.

"He hit you?" he sounded outraged now. Frankito rubbed my back.
"You're coming home with me; you can stay the night, alright?"
I nodded. Frankie got out his phone.

"I'll talk to Jakob," he said, walking out of audible reach with his phone pressed against his ear.
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