A/N: So this is the start to my first long story, it's all planned out and is probably going to be at least 20 chapters, isnt that exciting!
Disclaimer: seriously is this even necessary, no *sigh* I am not Stephenie Meyer
Jasper Whitlock, sitting comfortably on his bed, was completely and utterly focused on his book. His reading glasses were slipping down his nose slightly, he would cough from time to time and he occasionally ran his fingers through his honey blonde hair, moving it out of his eyes. He was often sorely tempted to cut it, but he knew that Alice would make sure that his neck was cut along with it.
As he started to turn to the next page of his most worn book, highlighting the Civil War, several things happened simultaneously; an ear-splitting shriek, followed by a loud bang came from the adjoining bathroom, Jasper hastily jumped up, his glasses falling to the floor and he sliced his finger on the yellowing pages of his book.
Disregarding the small pain in his ring finger, he ran to the bathroom in four steps. When he made it do the doorway he saw his wife kneeling on the floor, surrounded by the pieces of her favourite vase, the one that took her two and a half hours to decide upon.
"Alice" he said frantically, kneeling behind her in the ceramic shards, not quite feeling them break through his jeans and dig into his knees, not when Alice was in trouble.
"Jasper" she whispered, her voice shaky, holding something that he couldn't see in her tiny hands.
"What is it, love" he asked gently, but the worry in his voice was evident.
She turned around slowly, her eyes wide.
"Alice, say something" the worry was mounting, she was never this quiet.
She said nothing, instead held up the thin, white and blue object in her hand. Jasper blinked, his eyes adjusting to the sudden intrusion in his line of vision. As the clarity of the object in front of him became more focused, his mouth opened, trying to comprehend what was happening.
"What- who- wait, are you…"
She nodded, "It's a positive, I'm pregnant." A small smile started to tug at her lips like a question.
Jasper sat there, speechless, mouth slightly agape, staring ahead at the pale blue walls of the bathroom. Sure, he and Alice discussed starting a family, but this was so sudden, he didn't even know she thought she was pregnant.
He heard her gasp and he shook his head and brought himself back to reality. Before Alice could say a word, he reached out his right hand and lightly touched her stomach. They looked at each other and smiled.
Then Alice looked down at his hand that was still placed upon her stomach "Oh!" she cried, remembering what she gasped at before, and she reached out to grab his other hand that was about to tuck back her hair. "Jazz you're bleeding."
"It's nothing" he responded "Just a paper cut"
"Well it must be a pretty deep one, sweetheart. Come here."
They stood up together, and Alice gasped again as she caught sight of Jasper's bloodied jeans.
"Jasper, Jasper, Jasper" she shook her head "What am I going to do with you"
He smiled as she walked over the medicine cabinet, carefully avoiding the broken vase on her way "What would you do without me" he teased.
"Well I guess I'd have to start with buying a stool, could you get the first aid kit down" she asked as she stood on the tips of her toes, still not managing to get reach the top shelf.
"Alice, Alice, Alice" he smirked, passing her down the small with box "What am I going to do with you"
She pushed him into the bedroom, "What would you do without me" she chuckled, repeating his words.
"Hmm, well I guess I'd need to get a nurse." they each let out a low laugh.
"Oh it got on your ring" she said as she dabbed some alcohol on a cotton swab. He bit back the hiss of pain he wanted to release as it made contact with his skin. She put a band-aid on his finger and topped it off with a small kiss.
"Pants off, Whitlock" she said sternly.
"I believe those are the words that got us here in the first place." He said, gently running his newly bandaged hand on her stomach.
She grinned back at him, "and you were happy to oblige then."
"So I guess I may as well now" he said, unbuttoning his jeans and shimmying out of them, leaving him in only his green boxers.
"Oh Jazzy" Alice murmured as she assessed the damage the vase had done to his knees.
Blood was pouring down them, "The cuts don't look that deep, but is seems like you need stitches, just look at all that blood."
"Its fine Al" he said his jaw tight as he held back another grunt of pain.
He heard her mutter under her breath "men" as she finished cleaning and bandaging the cuts.
"You were kneeling in that mess too, do you need Doctor Jasper to fix you." He smirked at her.
"Isn't Doctor Jasper what got us here in the first place? Without him we wouldn't have this" she patted her stomach with a smile "and the vase wouldn't have broken"
"It could have been police officer Jasper too." He chuckled "How did you manage to break that vase by the way."
Alice blushed slightly as Jasper rolled up her leggings to asses her knees, "I had a Bella moment." He chortled and she lightly smacked his head "I was in shock, I had to sit down, I slipped a little and grabbed the vase instead of the counter." She defended herself. "Besides, when Bella found out she was pregnant with Nessie, Edward came home to find Bella covered in flour and the entire contents of the fridge on the floor."
He looked up at her "Oh yes, the infamous baby-proofing Bella incident" they laughed together, remembering Edward retelling how a worried Bella was, so unsure that a baby would not survive under her care that she had crawled through the entire house, picking at anything a baby would pick at. Edward had found her just as she finished through the kitchen. After that they bought any form of child safety lock that they could find.
"You're not bleeding, just a few scrapes" Jasper finally managed to say, when their fits of laughter subsided.
"That's good" Alice said, wiping away a tear in her eye.
Jasper looked over at his wife; her face was reddened with laughter, her eyes wide and glowing. He grinned and grabbed her by her slender waist, pulling her into his body, hugging her.
They were lying down on the bed together, their legs intertwined. His hand laying softly on her stomach, both of her small ones over his, she had her head in the crook of his neck and his nose was buried in her short dark hair.
"When do you think he or she will be here" he whispered quietly.
"I'm not sure, its September now so maybe in May. I need to find a doctor because I don't really think Edward or Carlisle would appreciate being the doctor for this case." She laughed into his neck as she patted his hand on her tummy.
"I'm sure Edward can recommend someone good."
They lay in a comfortable silence; the only sound was their in-sync breathing and the only movement the rise and fall of their chests. It was peaceful. But like all peaceful moments with Alice, it came to an abrupt end.
She grabbed Jaspers hand that had been lying on top of her to look at his watch and she gasped for a third time that day.
"We have to get going, or we'll be late for dinner!" She exclaimed.
Jasper lazily lifted his head to glance at his watch "Al, it's only a ten minute ride to Rose's"
"Yes, but look at us, we're absolute states!" she cried "you don't even have pants on." With that she jumped up, much to Jasper's displeasure and threw a new pair of jeans at him."
He sighed, sat up and put on the jeans, while Alice rushed to the bathroom to fix her hair.
"Watch the vase." Jasper called out, but he saw her lightly jump around it and sit on the counter. He shook his head and walked downstairs to get the broom from the kitchen. He returned to the bathroom just as Alice was attempting to reach the back of her short hair with the flat iron.
"Jazz" she said with a pouted lip, and he chuckled knowingly.
"Come here, my silly wife." He said, as he quickly swept the vase shards out of the way to make a path to walk through. She held the straightener out to him and turned on the counter so she was back on to him. But even though she was on her knees on the high counter top, he was still a head taller her then her.
He gently ran the flat iron over her dark hair, she watched him in the mirror. Laughing to her self at his concentration, his eyebrows together, his mouth in scrunched up the way it always was when he was focusing.
"All done, Alice Mary Whitlock" he said with a smile, and he kissed the top of her head.
"Why thank you Jasper Jason Whitlock." She replied, turning to smile back at him. She looked around at the mess in her bathroom "Clean this up you."
"Yes ma'am, happy to clean up your mess" He said, giving her a quick peck on the nose. She giggled and slapped his chest lightly. She glided into their bedroom as Jasper started to sweep up the sharp fragments of ceramic.
Just as he was sweeping the floor for a second time to be sure all the little pieces were picked up, Alice was leaning against the doorway in jeans and a long purple shirt, "Ready to go yet?"
"Sure thing Darlin'" he replied, and he set the broom against the wall of the bathroom "wouldn't want to be late for dinner."
She snorted as they walked downstairs "It might be better if we're late, last time we arrived at six on the dot I couldn't stomach dinner."
He shuddered, opening the door for her "Well that was not the best position to find one's sister-"
"Or brother" she locked the door
He nodded "Or Brother," they got in Jasper's car "We'll just have to knock really loud, and stomp in, you know announce our presence."
She laughed and fiddled with the radio as he backed out of the driveway, finally turning it off with a huff, she hated that there was never any good music on the radio, and all of her CD's were in her car.
Friday evening dinners had become somewhat of a tradition between the four and usually Bella and Edward, when they could make it, but sometimes due to Edward's work schedule, or no one to baby-sit they couldn't, tonight was one of those nights.
Half way to their respective sibling's home Alice turned to Jasper with a serious look on her face, "Jasper…" she trailed off biting her lip.
"What is it, love?" he asked taking her hand, glancing quickly at her worried face.
"How are we going to tell Rosalie about our," she paused searching for the right word "our little Jalice."
"Jalice?" he said questioningly, eyebrow arched.
"Well it is a hybrid of me and you, silly husband." She shook her head as if it was completely obvious.
He laughed shortly in understanding "But seriously," she said turning to him "it hasn't even been a month since she lost hers"
"Seventeen days" Jasper muttered, remembering the broken look in his twin's eyes when she told him that the child she'd been carrying for nearly two months had been lost. It had only been last week that Rose finally got out of bed. Everyone was willing to part with Friday dinner again, but Rosalie was insistent, she didn't want to dwell on what she had lost.
The only other time Jasper had seen her so depressed was when their mother had died of leukemia when they were fifteen. For weeks she had shut herself in her room, crying, looking at old pictures, refusing to eat, or speak to anyone. Anyone except Jasper, he would go to her room every night and let her cry in his arms as he stroked her hair and cried softly with her.
"Maybe we shouldn't tell her yet." She whispered unsurely as Jasper pulled into the short driveway. "I mean most people do wait until after the first trimester."
"Yeah," he took the key from the ignition "But this is Rose, my sister, your best friend. It's not like we'll be keeping this from Bella and Edward."
She nodded in agreement "Maybe I should tell her." Jasper said.
"It's probably the best idea, and I'll get Em out of the room, if you want."
"It may be best."
They nodded to each other, took a deep breath, got out of the car and walked into Emmett and Rosalie's house.
A/N: Second chapter preview for all those who review (honest to blog). And I also take annoymous reviews as well, so you know people without an account... if you feel the need