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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Marian's eyes cracked open, expecting a bright light to shock her vision. Instead, she was greeted with darkness. At first she thought she was blind, but then her eyes adjusted and she realized she was in a dim room.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Without moving any muscles besides her eyes, Marian looked up to the clock whose face she could just make out through the shadows.

3:41. Well, as dark as it was, that had to be 3:41 am. The last Marian remembered, it had been 2 o'clock in the afternoon. What had happened to thirteen hours?

“Marian? Can you look at me?”

Jacob. That was Jacob's voice. Marian grinned and looked to her right.

“Hi,” she said simply. He smiled back, putting his fingertips on his forehead and looking relieved.

“Hi,” he replied. “How are you feeling?”

“What happened?” she asked, without answering his question.

He sighed. “You went into a coma,” he told her.

Marian immediately felt panic. “Are the babies all right?” she asked, her voiced terrified. She sat up straight in the bed.

Jacob put his hand on her shoulder and eased her back down. “Shh,” he urged. “Everyone's fine. You're fine now. Your heart rate is stable. Your blood oxygen is up. You -”

“Where's Ilana?” Marian interrupted.

“She'll be back in the morning, when visiting hours start,” Jacob answered patiently. “She's been here every day, protecting you.”

“From what, exactly, is she protecting me, Jacob?”

“Miss Morris! Look who's awake! I'm Dr. Pullman.” A doctor and nurse came striding into the room, and Jacob took a step back from the bed. “Good... well, good morning, I suppose, Mr. Lippman,” the doctor said, and Marian furrowed her brow, puzzled. Who was Mr. Lippman? She looked around confusedly, then realized the doctor had been talking to Jacob. Marian nearly laughed out loud. Jacob Lippman? Nice pseudonym, she thought. Jacob flashed her a knowing look with a glint in his eye. As far as Marian knew, Jacob had no real last name, at least not one he'd ever shared with her. She was pretty sure that if he did have one, it wasn't Lippman.

“Dr. Pullman, how long have I been unconscious?” Marian asked.

“Four days,” the doctor answered matter-of-factly. “We ran many tests on you during that period of time, and what we deduced is that your immune system had spiked. We have no idea why. It's possible that you have a latent autoimmune disease, though we can't definitively diagnose anything. Your red and white blood cell counts were fluctuating wildly; your ANA came back positive... that indicates an elevated immune system response. Basically, your body was attacking the fetuses of your unborn children like foreign bodies. Over the last day and a half, though, your levels have been returning to normal. You've made a great recovery, and we've been very hopeful that you would wake up.”

“Well, here I am,” Marian said, smiling weakly.

“And how do you feel, dear?” an older nurse asked, coming over to fluff Marian's pillow.

“A little woozy. Very achy. I have a horrible headache... but the nausea is gone, and I can breathe,” she added hastily, hoping she wasn't kvetching.

“We'll see how you're doing in a few hours, and then we'll try to get you out of bed and walk you around the hallway,” Dr. Pullman said. “We'll get you eating some solid food and drinking on your own, and hopefully we'll get you into a shower.”

Though to Marian her long sleep had felt like an instant, that all sounded wonderful, because she felt filthy and stagnant and was hooked to all sorts of machines, tubes, and wires.

“This isn't the room I was in four days ago,” Marian noted.

“No; you're in the Intensive Care Unit,” Jacob told her, giving her an apologetic look.

“But now that you're up, we'll get you home as soon as possible. We'll want to monitor you for the next few weeks, have you come in every few days, but you can definitely go home soon,” Dr. Pullman said reassuringly.

Marian gave Jacob a dark look. For her, “home” was extremely relative.

In Portland, “home” turned out to be a furnished three-bedroom apartment on the city's southwest side, not too far from Oregon Health and Science. It was a penthouse loft with exposed brick and duct work, an open concept kitchen with maple cabinets and stainless steel counter-tops, shiny polished concrete floors throughout the unit, and floor-to-ceiling windows with sweeping city views. When Marian first walked in, her first thought was that it was one of the most modern dwellings she'd ever seen, and that seemed incredibly counter-intuitive for a man as old as Jesus Christ.

“Jacob, it's beautiful, but...” Marian bit her lip as they stood in the threshold of the front door with Ilana, “Never mind.”

“What's wrong?” Ilana asked inquisitively.

Marian looked at her. “How are we paying for this?” She raised her eyebrows. “We are paying for this, right?”

Ilana and Jacob looked at one another with knowing glances. They spoke at the same time.

“Don't worry about it,” Jacob said.

“Of course we're paying for it,” Ilana insisted.

Marian sighed and shrugged. “Okay,” she said. “Well, I like it.”

“Good. Your room is just through here,” Ilana began walking toward a corridor and gestured, but Marian didn't follow her. Ilana turned back. “What's wrong?” she asked again.

“Why do I get my own room?” Marian said suspiciously, looking from Ilana to Jacob.

At her distrust, Ilana made a rather disgusted face. Jacob sighed.

“I didn't want to presume anything, so I got you your own room,” he told Marian. “You don't have to use it. You're more than welcome with me.”

“Am I?”

Ilana, clearly feeling awkward and out of place, cleared her throat. “I promised Kellan I'd meet him downtown at 6:15. I'd better go, or I'll be late.”

Jacob nodded distractedly and touched Ilana's shoulder as she passed him on the way out the door.

“You don't want me anymore, do you?” Marian asked bitterly after Ilana had left.

Jacob looked hurt. “Of course I do,” he asserted, “but you're just recovering from being in a coma. You've been extremely sick. I thought you might want your own space. Of course I want you next to me at night. I was afraid that you... I've never been so afraid, Marian. I don't want anything more than to wake up and see your face. Your beautiful face...”

He set down the duffel bags he was holding and reached to stroke Marian's cheeks with his fingertips. She shivered beneath his touch, feeling the familiar jolt of energy shoot from his skin into hers.

Marian took a step closer to Jacob so that she could wrap her arms around his torso and pull her body flush against his.

“I love you,” she said softly, looking into his blue eyes.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he answered, pressing his palm against her cheek and crushing her lips with his. His kiss started off relatively gently, languidly lacing his tongue with hers and pressing his lips against hers, but he grunted into her mouth hungrily as he grew more urgent, and she squealed softly.

“Agh, Jacob!” she exclaimed, pulling away from their kiss.

“Are you all right?” he asked earnestly.

She nodded, panting.

“Good,” Jacob said, and with that he swept Marian off her feet. He cradled her in his arms and briskly walked across the kitchen and living room and down the bedroom corridor, through and open doorway into a dimly-lit bedroom. He carried her with such ease that she thought he must be much stronger than he looked, though his body was muscular.

He gently laid her on top of the bed and kicked off his shoes to climb on beside her.

“So this is our room?” she asked.

“This is our room,” Jacob affirmed. Marian reached over and began undoing the buttons on Jacob's blue-and-white striped shirt. “I told you I still want you. I'll always want you,” he said, staring at her while she worked on the buttons.

She smiled shyly to herself and looked up into Jacob's sapphire gaze.

“Why don't you show me just how badly you want me?” she prompted.

He grinned widely and peeled the shirt back off over his shoulders, revealing his bare chest. Marian reached up and ran her hands over his skin, tracing her fingertips over his pectoral and abdominal muscles. When she trailed her fingers down his stomach and reached the hem of his dark bootcut jeans, she deftly undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Jacob stood and kicked off the jeans, walking to the door in his gray flannel boxers and silently shutting and locking the bedroom door, then proceeding to the window to lower the blinds.

“There,” he said, walking back to Marian's side of the bed. “All alone.”

“Just the way you like it,” she noted with a grin.

Jacob nodded seriously, then said, “Sit up for me,” and she sat up straighter. He pulled off her fitted shirt, a black and white World Wildlife tee with a panda on the front. He then went straight to work on her jeans, nudging them off as she sat on the bed. As he sat on the edge of the bed in his boxers and she sat beside him in her bra and panties, he leaned over to take her face in his hand and kiss her deeply, inhaling her scent as he traced his tongue over the roof of her mouth.

As he kissed her, his large hand snaked behind Marian's back to the clasp of her white cotton bra and adroitly unhooked it, pulling it off and tossing it over the side of the bed. His hands instantly went to her chest, massaging and groping her breasts and tracing her nipples with his thumbs.

Marian pulled out of their kiss and gasped. “Jacob!” she whispered fervently, shutting her eyes and tipping her head back. Jacob took advantage of the opportunity and dove into her exposed neck, lapping and sucking at the tender flesh. Marian cried out in ecstasy and quickly put her hand over her mouth to silence herself in case Ilana came back.

Somehow, her panties disappeared, and so did Jacob's boxers, because the next thing Marian knew, he was gently pushing her onto her back, and they were both completely bare. Jacob sat back on his knees on the bed beside Marian and reached between her thighs, urging her legs apart. She was clean-shaven and smooth there, and she wondered to herself if he liked that; he'd never said anything about it, but she happened to know that was a fairly modern thing to do.

He didn't say anything about it now, either, instead just snaking his hand insistently into her moist crevice and pushing his fingers into her. Marian drove her head back into the pillow and clutched wildly at the sheets, desperately grasping for some leverage against the whirling sensation she experienced at feeling Jacob's energetic touch in such an erogenous area. His left hand gently painted electric paths all over the rest of Marian's arms and torso while he teased her below with just the tips of his fingers. After a while, she drove her hips into him and made an impatient noise, begging him for more, and he grinned crookedly at her.

To coax him on, Marian reached her right hand for Jacob's hardened, massive member, standing at attention on his kneeling form. She clutched him tenderly and ran her thumb over the tip, where a bead of fluid had formed. She used this to lubricate her fingertips and begin stroking him, and this was all Jacob needed to plunge and piston two thick fingers in and out of her. Her hand faltered after a while, and she whimpered quietly, as her head drove back into the pillow and she bucked her hips. Then, suddenly, she was seizing tightly around him rhythmically, whispering his name over and over, clenching her eyes shut. Her hand fell limp off Jacob's cock as she came, and he climbed to hover above her.

As she recovered, she opened her eyes and stared up at Jacob. His gaze blazed with passion, and he breathed heavily. He leaned down to kiss her once on the lips, then urged her legs apart farther. He positioned himself to enter her, then shut his eyes for a moment and swallowed heavily.

“Is it all right if I...” he began.

“If you what?” Marian asked, looking concerned.

Jacob opened his fiery eyes and smiled crookedly, still breathing heavily. “If I try to take my time? I want to make this count.”

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically, and with that Jacob pushed into her.

He grunted with each thrust, not seeming to care that if Ilana came home at that moment, she would probably hear him. He pumped deeply and intensely, and Marian clutched at his back for support, wrapping her legs around his waist. After many long minutes, he began to accelerate his tempo and thrust harder and faster. Just when Marian thought she literally could not take any more, owing to his enormous size and the vigor with which he was taking her, he let out a mighty roar and thrust two or three more times, his eyes wrenching shut and a blissful look coming over his shining face.

Jacob pulled out of Marian and collapsed beside her, panting furiously and kissing her on the cheek.

“I love you so much, Marian,” he whispered. She just grinned.

As they lay in bed, snuggled under the covers with the door shut, Jacob sighed shakily, pulling his hands behind his head.

“What is it?” Marian asked.

“I'm still rattled.”

“Jacob rattled?” Marian pretended to be flabbergasted.

He gave her a tiny rueful smile. “I was so frightened for you.”

“You called me 'sweetheart' again.”

“Did I? When?”

“Just now, in the foyer,” Marian nodded toward the door.

“Maybe terms of endearment escape our lips when we're genuinely afraid we're going to lose someone,” Jacob hypothesized, sighing again and staring up at the ceiling.

“Well,” she said, “I don't mind.”

“Is there anything you want?” he asked suddenly.

She narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”

He turned to look at her and propped himself up on his elbow. “Anything at all. Is there anything I can give you? You're back on the mainland now for the first time in a year. There must be something you want to do or have.”

Marian raised her eyebrows thoughtfully and considered the notion. “Hmm,” she said pensively. “I really miss my cats. I wish I could see them again.”

Jacob bit his lip and looked back at the ceiling. “I don't know if I can do that,” he admitted. “I'd have to... I don't know, go steal them or something, and, anyway, they're a reminder of you for the people back in Chicago.”

That made Marian feel abruptly sad and guilty about leaving for the Island, but not regretful, as she looked at Jacob and considered that her relationship with him was the product of her abandonment of her life on the mainland.

“Well, then,” she said again, “I guess what I miss most about the mainland is the spa.”

Jacob laughed out loud and looked back at her. “The spa?”

Marian pouted because he'd laughed at her. “Yes! I like to be pampered! And now that I'm pregnant, it would be even nicer.”

“All right. You can go to the spa. My treat,” he promised. “but I think I'll let you go with Ilana. I'm not going anywhere near a spa. Anything else?”

“I want to go out to dinner with you at a real restaurant,” she said puckishly.

“A date?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, “a date.”

He laughed again.

“Why are you laughing?” Marian's voice was indignant and hurt. She pushed herself up on her elbows to look at him and tossed her long auburn hair out of her face. “Is it so ridiculous to go on a date with me?”

“It's ridiculous for me to go on a date with anybody,” he insisted. “I'm... not exactly the 'boyfriend' type.”

“You've done a pretty good job so far,” Marian asserted, still looking wounded. “We're in a real city. We're off the Island. You won't go to dinner with me?”

Jacob tipped his head to the side and stroked Marian's hair with his free hand. He scrunched his brow. “Of course I will take you to dinner,” he said. “I know just the place.”

“Oh, have you taken many women there before?” Marian asked teasingly.

“What did I just say? I've never been on a date,” Jacob grinned.

“Something tells me you'll still be suave and collected,” Marian smiled.

The next day, Ilana and Marian went shopping while Jacob “ran an errand.” Though Marian wondered what errand Jacob could possibly need to run in Portland, she shrugged it off and climbed into the passenger seat of Ilana's rented black Toyota RAV4.

“So, where are we going?” Marian asked Ilana as they pulled out of the parking garage.

“Milagros Boutique, in Fox Chase. She's pulled a few items for you. You need to look spiffy for Jacob,” Ilana said. In her accent, the word “spiffy” sounded particularly amusing, and Marian nearly choked on the bottle of water she was drinking.

Marian tried on several different dresses at the boutique, but finally settled on what Ilana called an LBD – a “little black dress.” It was black velvet, knee length, with a patterned lace overlay. It was sleeveless and scoop-necked and had an Empire-waist belted sash. Even though she was only showing a little bit, at fourteen weeks, it was a maternity dress.

Marian actually felt quite happy buying maternity clothes, but she only hoped Jacob wouldn't find her unattractive now that she was getting a belly, or that people in the restaurant wouldn't notice the glaring age difference between them and think ill of the situation. Marian looked younger than twenty-one, she thought, because she was so petite and had a bit of a “baby face,” and Jacob looked weathered and wise, making him appear to be about forty-five. It would be obvious that the two of them were on a date, and Marian was now visibly pregnant... but she had never cared for people's judgments before; why should she start now?

The following afternoon, Ilana took Marian to Pulse Salon on the city's southwest side to get her hair and makeup done for that night's date. As Marian sat in the stylist's chair getting her hair curled, Ilana waited patiently in a chair pulled up beside her.

“You know,” Marian said when the stylist stepped away to retrieve another can of hairspray, “Portland is where my 'internship' was based when I was brought to the Island. They took me from Pittsburgh to Chicago, then here to Portland, and we left from here. Mittelos, indeed.”

Ilana, confused, looked like she was going to ask a follow-up question, but just then the stylist came back to the chair.

The finished product of Marian's hair was a cascade of curls with several small ringlets framing her face. Her makeup was completed with smoky dark eyes, defined cheeks, and ruby lips. Finally, she had her nails done in a French manicure. She truly felt primped and polished, in a way that she hadn't in far more than the year she'd been gone from mainstream society. When she and Ilana returned to the apartment, Marian looked in the full-length mirror in the bathroom attached to her bedroom and truly liked what she saw: a woman glowing in pregnancy, looking much healthier than one would expect of a person who had awakened from a coma just days before, dressed to the nines and cleaned up to perfection. Here, Marian thought, was a finished product worthy of the almighty Jacob, the enigmatic, powerful, compassionate demigod she knew from a distance.

Laughing to herself at her hyperbolic analysis of the man she, at least in part, considered to be her boyfriend, Marian stepped away from the mirror, thinking herself quite vain.

If Marian thought she cleaned up nicely, it was nothing compared to how Jacob looked. When he called her out into the foyer to leave for dinner, Marian stopped dead in her tracks.

His blonde hair was cropped close to his head and parted on the left side. His scruff was completely shaven and his face was smooth. He wore a navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and crimson tie.

“You look lovely, sweetheart,” Jacob said kindly, reaching out his hand to her.

“You look... hot,” Marian retorted, walking toward him. She giggled. Jacob grinned crookedly.

“Well, that's a new one,” he said. “Ready to go?”

“Where are we going?”

“You'll find out when we get there,” he told her, taking her hand gently in his and pulling her toward the door.

In the parking garage, he opened her door of his (rented, Marian supposed) silver Jaguar XJR. As they sped toward whatever location at which Jacob had a reservation, Marian noted that, for being a man who lived alone in a giant statue on a tropical island in the middle of nowhere, Jacob was a surprisingly apt driver.

“You know how to use turn signals, and everything,” she joked to him as they pulled up to a red light. He grinned.

“It's not that hard.”

“Then why do so many people suck at it?” she asked, and that made him laugh.

They finally arrived at their destination, 111 Southwest 5^th Avenue. Marian looked up at the towering building in front of her.

“The restaurant is here?” she asked.

“30^th floor,” Jacob confirmed. “The Portland City Grill.”

“I heard about this place. It's impossible to get a table by the window.”

“Nothing's impossible,” Jacob insisted with a grin.

He was right. Their two-top was situated immediately next to a sweeping view of Portland.

“Wow,” Marian breathed. “If I wasn't in this city under such inauspicious circumstances, I might be in love.”

“Just look at me instead of the view, and then you can be in love,” Jacob jested.

Marian grinned at him and took his hand on top of the table, suddenly completely unaware of any looks she was getting from other patrons.

“Hmm,” Jacob mused when they were looking over the menus, “Even if you weren't a vegetarian, I don't think you'd want to order the Dungeness Crab Stack Salad.”

Marian looked at the dish he was referencing. “Romaine, baby greens, avocado, mango, crispy wontons, mango vinaigrette,” she read. “Yeah... I think I get enough mango on the Island.”

“I love mango,” Jacob argued, “I just don't think even this place would be able to rival how fresh the mango is on the Island.”

Marian laughed to see him get so passionate about such a little thing, but it was obvious that that Island was everything to him.

In the end, Jacob ordered filet mignon with Béarnaise sauce and a glass of Merlot. Marian ordered the vegetarian option: meat-free “chorizo,” braised tomatoes, creamy polenta, and frisée salad.

“No wine, no meat,” Jacob noted. “Cheap date.” He smiled kindly at her and patted her hand.

The food was just as good as the view, and the service was spectacular. All in all, Marian considered it a perfect date, and one would never be able to tell that Jacob had never been on a date. That struck Marian as somewhat hilarious – two thousand years of existence, and never once going on a real date with a woman.

“So,” she said when she'd washed all the makeup off of her face and put on pajamas, “What do you think of dating?”

“I think one needs a very good date partner to enjoy it,” Jacob said, “Otherwise it could be quite nerve-wracking. You feel like an actor on stage, in costume, with a part to play.”

“What errand did you have to run yesterday?” Marian asked suddenly, abruptly realizing that she was being extremely nosy and prying, and that it was precisely none of her business.

Jacob peeled his white undershirt off and folded it, putting it in his suitcase. In the lamplight, the shadows cast on his body made his sculpted muscles even more attractive than usual to Marian, and she climbed under the blankets of the bed to avoid jumping him.

“If I told you, you'd think I was really foolish,” Jacob said, smiling crookedly at her.

“I won't,” Marian promised.

“I was going to get you a kitten,” he said sheepishly, running his fingers through his shortened hair.

“A cat?” Marian said excitedly.

“Only it doesn't make any sense! You're going to have a baby -”

“Two babies!”

“Okay,” Jacob conceded dismissively, “and you're not going to have time for a cat. You won't want it.”

“I would want it!” Marian argued. “But Ben probably wouldn't let me take it back to the Island. But does that mean that I don't get to go back?”

Jacob looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then quickly looked away. “I haven't figured that out yet,” he said quietly. “Maybe I will get you a kitten. But I have some news.”

“News. That means bad news.”

He nodded and sighed. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached his fingertips out to Marian's hair. “I have to go back to the Island tomorrow.”

“What? Why?” Marian sat straight up and immediately started to cry.

“Please don't cry,” he begged, looking sad. “I'll be back as soon as I possibly can. I promise. I can't live off the Island, Marian. My life is there. I have responsibilities. Very important responsibilities -”

“Don't I matter?”

“Of course you matter! If you could comprehend the scope of what I have to do on the Island, Marian, you would understand how important it is for me to go back.”

“Well, explain it to me, then,” she demanded.

“If my brother leaves the Island, it would be horrible. If I'm gone too long, he could leave,” Jacob said, sounding anxious.

“What do you mean, 'horrible?'” Marian asked confusedly.

“Marian, if my brother leaves the Island... it would be the worst thing that's ever happened in the entire world.”
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