Hey guys, please enjoy. Set after Twilight obviously, maybe 2 to 3 years after to be more precise. Most in Jesse's POV; I love stories in his POV.

Just What Do You Think You're Playing At!

By Junaberry Pop

Jesse's POV:

I walked down the damp, demanding street, pondering my current life. I was living with my Susannah, my love; I had my health and my job at the local clinic while I studied medicine at the university. It seemed perfect, yet, I was unsatisfied.

I longed, once more, for the company of my father who taught me about the world, for my mother to once more put her hand to my cheek when I said good morning to her, for my hectic sisters to jump on my bed to wake me up.

It was wrong for my to want such things, I knew it in my heart. I had been delivered a second chance at life. What more could I ask for?

I slipped on the slick sidewalk and landed heavily on my hip.

"¡maldición!" I cursed loudly.

My hip throbbed and my hand was covered with dirt from the street.

A bad day it had been; all day I had been researching about a disease for a patient only to find the patient had invented the symptoms as to meet with the doctor; I had lost my keys in the morning thus arrived late to work and received my third tardy slip off the month.

Suze's POV:

Jesse had promised he would be home early so we could have a proper dinner for a change.

And yet he was 20 minutes late.

I was sick and tired of it; it was the THIRD time in a row that he had forgotten an appointment with me. Anger and, surprisingly, curiosity, overcame me. I was inquisitive about what exactly had topped me in his priority list that day. What had been just so important?

Jesse's POV:

My hip was still sore and I had just encountered a gigantic headache, not to mention my still painful hand. I trudged wearily to the corner store, one block from our apartment.

Inside, a small corner had been designated for flowers; I chose a white lily. I felt guilty for failing to remember several schedules she had organized… It was not in my nature to be either late or forgetful.

After paying the few dollars for the flower I continued on my way home.

Suze's POV:

25 minutes late…

Jesse's POV:

I dropped my keys while trying to fumble with the lock to the apartment and they fell right down the stairs… With an irritated sigh I journeyed back down to retrieve them. As I bent to pick them up the lily slipped out of my hand and into a muddy puddle. I swore.

Suze's POV:

30 minutes…

Jesse's POV:

I was 35 minutes late when I finally managed to enter my apartment. I could see Susannah sitting on the couch. She looked… fragile yet fiery with annoyance.

She turned her head slightly, as if to acknowledge my presence before swiveling right around to face me. I knew I was in for it from that moment.

"Where have you been?" she demanded.

"I got caught up at work. I am sorry querida."

"What happened?"

"I had to do some extra work for a patient," I explained as patient as I could. It was not my fault; I had simply being doing good deed.

"Couldn't they find someone else?" A tinge of suspicion was in her voice; she was interrogating me even though she would deny it.

"No, they could not. And I would not not help them. They needed my help and I was able to oblige."

"So, let me get this straight, you ditched me for work?" she asked.

"I did not ditch you, querida. I got held up and I apologize for my absence." She was infuriating me. I was tired, wet, sore and hungry and had no time for her third degree examination. I glared at her.

She attempted to glare back but only managed a weak stare. It mad me feel even more blameworthy.

"I am sorry, Susannah. I should have called and let you known. I am in the wrong," I admitted.

"You should be! And you should have called! I waited for FORTY minutes for you and you didn't have the decency to pick up the stupid phone!" she shouted.

"FINE," I roared.

Susannah looked shocked then at an alarming rate; her face quickly was changed into pure rage.

"I hate you," she spat at me.

It stunned me. She had never hated me as I to her. I knew she didn't really mean it but it hurt me badly.

NO. I will not be beaten around by a woman. I am a man. A De Silva man at that!

"You disgust me," I spat right back.

She simply got up and stalked to the bedroom. I would not let her take the bedroom, it was my bedroom. I paid the rent.

I followed her to the room. She was curled up on the bed, still dressed and in shoes. I picked her up, walked out to the lounge and dumped her on the couch. She whipped around surprised, I suppose she was expecting an apology. But she would not be receiving one from me tonight.

"You will be sleeping on the couch tonight. I will be sleeping on the bed," I retorted.

She just tucked her head in and didn't say a word.

I returned to the bedroom. A lump formed in my throat at thinking of what I had just done but I would not back down. She should have understood.