The date was November 8, 1860. Jasper Whitlock had been planning every detail of his proposal to his Beloved Elizabeth Isabella Marie Swan for tomorrow night, at her debut. Of course he had been waiting for this chance since he was 8 years old. The day his only loves hot temper and right hook landed him in a puddle of mud and horse dung.
JPOV
My Bella, I've loved her since I was a boy, and she showed me that looks can be deceiving. Her strength and caring towards others made me fall in love with her from that first day.
Flashback:
I was starring off, as if I wasn't listening to the little conversation Michael and Elizabeth were having not even two steps in-front of me.
"Hey Elizabeth, you're really pretty" said Michael.
"Oh, why thank you Michael." said Elizabeth.
"One day, you're going to be my wife." Michael stated.
Not if I ask first…
It was right then that I decided that, that little runt Michael was starting to really irritate me. I had never gotten upset like this before. My father said when you envy someone, it's out of jealousy. I never had a reason to be jealous before, and especially not of the likes of Michael Newton. The only rational reason that I could come up with, is I felt protective of the young lady he was speaking with. I couldn't tolerate it, he simply had to go. Not only was he a bottom feeding toad, but he was a Wiesel too. Just like his pappy. He'd control my little flower like his father controlled the town, and I just couldn't have that.
…wait…did I just think of her as my little flower? ...never mind, he still had to go…
"Aw…come on now Mike…why would she want to marry you? It's not like you'd stay with her, I mean, just ask your daddy about your mother…or better yet, ask your uncle about your mother!" I said.
I was laughing as hard as I possibly could. Everyone in the town knows that his mother was a harlot. Not only did she leave her husband, she practically ran…right into her husband's brothers open arms. I must have been laughing hysterically for about 3 minutes.
I was brought out of my happy moment when I took on the look that my love was giving me. She pinched her lips up and her eyes were squinting…then I saw her stance…her fist was balled up and she was pulling back as if…
And that's when it happened…one moment I'm staring down at her, and then a shock of pain had hit my jaw, and bam! I'm looking up at her from a puddle of mud and horse dung.
"I love you Elizabeth Isabella Marie Swan and you will be my wife" I said.
She looked a bit taken back, as if my actions before this moment didn't match the words that came out of my mouth. Michael looked like he was going to piss in his pants.
That's my girl; make sure he knows how much woman you are. If I keep getting her mad like this, she'll scare off every guy for me. I'll never have to worry about another guy going for her. She's mine now that I have an Iron clad plan. Elizabeth Isabella Marie Swan Whitlock, it sounds long, but I can always call her Bella. My Bella, Bella Whitlock, and that's Music to my ears.
She was still shocked and gave me a long look before her pale face turned bright red and gave me a little smile.
Hmm…she's embarrassed? Yes, that's what it is. If only she knew how serious I am…
End of Flashback:
After that day I kept to her side at all times. As time went by, both families were happy about our obvious fondness of one another. The only person who didn't like it was Michael Newton, but who cares, he's been sleeping with the town gossip Jezebel Stanley anyways…her name says it all.
Not only was I lucky to fall in love, but I was even more lucky that I had fallen in love with my best friend. After almost 9 years, I was going to finally ask her to be my wife.
The next night
Well tonight is the night. I've already asked her father's permission, even though he said it was a given even without asking him. I told him that I wanted everything to be perfect, and it was the respectable thing to do. I was nervous and so excited, both families were there, and my Bella looked beautiful.
When the moment came to purpose, I almost didn't go through with it. But when I looked deep into her dark brown eyes, there was no questions, no second thoughts, she was mine, and after tonight everyone else would know that too. I kneeled in-front of her and asked,
"Elizabeth Isabella Marie Swan, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
She looked like she was going to cry, oh God I hope she says yes.
Silence rang out among the dinner table.
