The Imperfect Imprint {Jakeward}

"Edward?" I asked in a groggy voice. I peeled my sore eyelids open and groaned, I needed more sleep- even though I hated to admit it.

My vampire had been babying me non-stop... Barely allowing me to move from my bed. If I needed to use the washroom, he carried me bridal style. If I was hungry, he cooked and brought a tray of food in for me, and took it away again when I was done. He, a vampire, literally learned how to cook- for me. He bought me a damn tv for my room so I wouldn't get bored, for Pete's sake. His behaviour was both preposterous and endearing.

I frowned when the vampire wasn't immediately in my line of vision, grabbing my hand or pushing my hair back or asking me what I needed.

"Edward?" I asked a little louder this time.

"He's not here," came my dads amused voice. He appeared at my door a few moments later. "He's going to be disappointed when he finds out you woke up before he got back," he chuckled.

"Where did he go?" I wondered, my mind blanking at the possibilities. Every time I insisted he didn't have to take care of me, he insisted right back that he had no where else to be.

"He wouldn't say, only that it was important," he shrugged, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. I listened to his heartbeat like Stiles had taught me and caught the stutter.

"Liar," I said instantly. "You know! You just won't tell me," I frowned. "What's the big secret?"

"Well it wouldn't be a secret if I didn't keep it to myself, now would it?" He turned it around on me, as usual. I only rolled my eyes.

"Fine," I groaned, sitting up in bed. The only splints left were on my arms, so it was tricky to maneuver myself. Normally I wouldn't have the opportunity, Edward having done it for me every other time.

"Hungry?" Dad asked, as if he already knew the answer. Which of course, he did. I'm always hungry.

"Starving," I admitted dramatically.

"Are you sure you want to eat my cooking, now that you've had a taste of Edward's?" He teased, rolling himself down the hall towards the kitchen.

Edward had gone a bit overboard... cooking very elaborate dishes with names I could barely pronounce. But they were absolutely delicious. Dad was on cloud nine about it. Leave it to Edward to perfect his cooking skills despite the fact that he doesn't eat. He argued that he would have done it eventually anyway, seeing as I ate human food and he would want to 'be able to take care of me' in the future. The man is a ridiculous saint.

"I'll manage," I answered with a laugh, beginning to rise from the bed.

"Stay put, or Edward will have my head," dad warned me, as if he had eyes on the back of his head that could see through walls or something. I sagged back against my pillows with a loud, unhappy sound. My dad laughed from the kitchen.

As I waited to be waited on- which I hated- I tried to come up with an answer as to where Edward might be. Did something happen with the volturi? Did some other threat appear while I was asleep? No- dad would have told me, that's something I would need to know. Right? My anxiety rose as these questions plagued my mind. I should text him.

Jake: Hey babe, where are you?

I sent the text and sighed in happiness when dad came into my room with a tray full of breakfast food balanced in his lap.

"Breakfast for dinner is served," he said sarcastically, bowing his head as he set it on my lap.

I snorted out a laugh, "Thank you," I said fervently, before realizing I couldn't just dig in. I sighed dramatically and my dad smirked before lifting a piece of bacon from the plate for me. I smiled in thanks before grabbing the whole thing with my teeth.