I was simply buzzing with excitement. Not only were my favorite brother and my best friend getting married the very next day, but I was the one to plan the whole thing. Party planning had always been my forte and my passion, but Emmett, always taking pleasure in the pain-in-the-ass brother role, kept trying to find small flaws in my plans. Lucky for me, and unlucky for him, there were no flaws – Alice Cullen knows what she's doing, especially for such an important event as Edward's wedding day. Emmett desperately wanted something to tease me about, and I saw in his future that he was going to untie the cushions from the ceremony folding chairs.

"You better not, Emmett!" I said from Carlisle's study upstairs. Even though he was downstairs, I knew he would hear me. I heard him groan lightly, and I unfocused briefly from my task of putting the finishing touches on Bella's bouquet to see into his future. He knew now that he would be caught so he wasn't going to try any other shenanigans, thankfully.

While I was in my trance-like state, I decided to check up on Edward's future too. He had been so worried lately about killing Bella on their honeymoon when they finally would consummate their relationship. I already knew that the sex was going to happen – Bella was dead set on it, and she was not going to change her mind anytime soon. Edward wasn't changing his mind either – he had made a promise to her and Edward was nothing if not a man of his word. But, he was still nervous that he would not be able to rein in his strength, or keep from biting her.

I concentrated hard, looking forward two days from now. The sun shone bright in the windows of the master bedroom on Isle Esme. The room was an utter mess of torn clothing and, inexplicably, feathers. There was no blood to be seen anywhere, however. Bella would be safe. Edward would take care of her.

Satisfied with my vision, I shook my head to clear it, and returned my attention to the bouquet. As I fastened the ribbon around the collection of stems, I realized that everything was done, except one more thing – the packing for the honeymoon. How could I have almost forgotten!

I ran downstairs in a flash, almost running down Esme, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Alice, is something wrong? Why are you running?" she asked with concern.

"No, Mom, don't worry – everything's fine – I just almost forgot to get…provisions for their trip." I hesitated, not wanting to be too graphic – Esme really was like our mother, and I was sure she did not want to think too much about what sort of supplies I planned on getting.

"Oh, okay dear," Esme replied. "I'm surprised you forgot anything – you've been so on top of everything this whole time." She paused. "I wish I had been able to help more."

I felt a sharp pang of guilt as the realization set in that I was not the only one excited about the wedding. Of course Esme wanted to help. How silly of me not to notice. Esme knew me well, and could tell I felt bad. "Alice, it's okay – I know how much you love planning events. And nobody could do it better than you can. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help you, okay?"

I smiled with relief and nodded. She smiled back and tapped my shoulder, playfully pushing me toward the door. "Off you go, then," she said.

I shot her a wide grin and danced a little circle to the front door, grabbing the keys to my yellow Porsche on my way out.

After spending several hours at Frederick's of Hollywood, I finally settled on ten negligees for Bella to choose from while she was away. Bella was a shy girl, so I refrained from choosing anything that covered too much skin. She had to break out of her shell eventually. Edward would thank me for it, even though I knew Bella would curse me at the same time.

I hopped in my car and was about to race home when I got stopped by a red light. On the corner was a pharmacy. I immediately realized I would need to stop there too. I rolled my eyes at myself. It's so hard to remember all things human, when you've been immortal for decades, I thought to myself. I pulled into the pharmacy parking lot and entered the building as quickly as I dared. I was missing my husband, and desperately wanted to return to him before he left for Edward's bachelor party.

I walked down the feminine product aisle and picked up a box of tampons for Bella. Although we would never admit it, Bella smelled a bit more pungent to the rest of the family as of late. Edward had become more or less immune to her scent at this point, but the rest of us had more difficulty ignoring it. She was ovulating, and her uterus was beginning to line with blood. She would need these in about 12 day's time.

As I made my way to the checkout counter, I spotted an array of condoms and intimate lotions. I considered getting a box of condoms for laughs, but settled on just a bottle of strawberry scented lotion that would complement the scent of Bella's skin nicely. What use are condoms when both of them are virgins and there is no chance of a child?

Quite suddenly, my eyes unfocused and odd fragments filtered through my mind. I had a vision of Bella, cold and frozen and impossibly beautiful – a vampire. Behind her, she shielded a young child with red eyes from a threat I could not see. I concentrated more deeply, trying to see if the child was a boy or girl, and trying to discern the threat. And then, as quickly as it had come, the vision vanished. I shook my head and went to pay the cashier for my purchases.

As I walked back to my car, I could not help but wonder, what did it mean?

I returned home a little before nightfall. Carlisle and Emmett were watching a documentary about Alcatraz on TV. I knew Carlisle watched because he loved history and expanding his knowledge any way possible. Emmett watched because the prison was considered inescapable, and he enjoyed hearing the stories of human escape attempts, when he knew how easy it would be for him to foil Alcatraz.

"Where are Esme and Rose?" I asked, quietly.

Distracted, Carlisle answered, "Hunting."

I nodded and headed upstairs to pack a suitcase for Bella. Edward already packed his, and the luggage waited outside his bedroom door to be snatched quickly tomorrow when the time came to catch the plane.

As I approached mine and Jasper's bedroom, I could feel waves of calm permeating the air around me. Typical Jazz, I thought, trying to stop my worrying for a while. I decided to allow him to calm me. I really had been stressing lately, and there was no point in that now – everything was done and ready for tomorrow.

I opened the door and found Jasper, quietly sitting on the bed, frozen in thought. He looked up and beamed at me as I entered the room.

"Ah, my darling angel has returned," he whispered, reaching out to me. I dropped my bags on the floor and eagerly rushed into his waiting arms. I curled up in the crook of his arm and breathed in his tangerine scent as he stroked my cheek with his free hand. He sighed into my hair and lifted my chin to look in my eyes. "Is my busy bee done for today?"

"Almost," I replied. "I just have to pack Bella's suitcase for the honeymoon."

Jasper's expression darkened at that. "How's it looking?" he asked with concern. Although my feelings were always at the forefront of his consciousness, Edward's emotions tended to overcome him lately. The excitement he could handle – Jasper always liked to feel the happiness in others, especially in Edward, since happiness had been nearly nonexistent in Edward before he had met Bella. But Edward's happiness was mixed with extreme nervousness and trepidation about the promise he had to keep.

"I checked again a few hours ago. Everything will be fine. None of Bella's blood will be shed. Although, I did see a whole lot of feathers blanketing the bedroom."

Jasper threw back his head and roared with laughter. I looked up at him in confusion. "What's so funny about that?"

"Oh Alice, sometimes you can be so innocent." He snickered. "Edward apparently will find something else to bite on that night." He erupted in laughter again.

I thought about this for a split-second before realizing what he meant. "The pillows?"

He nodded, and we laughed together for a full minute. When we had gotten ourselves under control, he retorted, "Wait till I tell Emmett about this!"

"Oh, Jazz, wait until they're gone, okay? Edward doesn't need any more teasing from Emmett."

Jasper nodded in agreement. "So, what did you get them?"

I leaped off the bed and grabbed the bags, excited that he wanted to see. I laid out the negligees on the bed for him to peruse.

He looked them over, and held up a little purple number. It was one of the racier items, with two gaping holes were the breasts would be and crotchless panties. It certainly would leave little to the imagination. Jasper's breath grew quicker. "Can we keep this one?" He looked over at me with hooded eyes. The atmosphere in the room suddenly overwhelmed me with undeniable sensuality.

He rose from the bed, pushing the lingerie aside and onto the floor. I started to protest, but then, he was in front of me, his tangerine scent assaulting my nose. My knees grew weak. I could never resist his scent. He leaned his face close, his lips almost brushing mine. "Will my minx help me pass the next two hours with boundless pleasure?"

If my heart weren't frozen, it would have skipped a beat. I crushed my lips against his, and he groaned with satisfaction, parting his lips to accept my tongue. As we explored the depths of each other's mouths, I entwined my fingers through his hair, tugging on it. He moaned with the mix of pleasure and pain my strength gave him, and he tore my blouse open to reveal my bra.

He leaned in and snipped the straps with his teeth, revealing my small, but supple breasts. Jasper had told me on more than one occasion that my breasts where what he and the French would consider perfect – one breast could fit perfectly in a martini glass. He flicked my nipple with his tongue, and my back arched with the pleasant shock of the warm wet tip. This was exactly what I needed – wonderful release from the tension that the preparations had created in me.

I didn't want to wait. We could do it again in a little while anyway, but I needed him – now. I tore his button-down shirt apart, revealing his smooth, muscled chest, covered with small crescent-shaped scars. I traced a few of the scars lightly with my tongue, making Jasper quiver and moan. I grasped his belt in both hands and deftly unbuckled and removed it from the loops of his pants in one motion. "Jazz, I need you – right now," I said with a low growl.

He grunted, unzipping his pants and slipping his hand under my skirt to tear my panties from my body. The pit of my stomach was tied in a knot of anticipation. His pants slid to the floor – he had gone commando today, I noticed – and he lifted me up, pressing my back to the wall while wrapping my legs around his waist. "Now, Jasper, now," I moaned.

And then he was within me, all seven inches of his manhood enveloped in my warm, wet, cavernous entrance. He made a guttural sound of pleasure, as did I. "Oh, Alice," he cried softly. Our mouths joined again, this time with more passion and ferocity.

We found our familiar rhythm quickly and catapulted ourselves to the brink of our love as only immortals could do. No human could ever know the depths to which we felt each caress, each breath, each slight quivering motion. It was euphoric, and, I thought, far better than anything in this world.

I had been so wrapped up in the details of the wedding that I had not made time for this, so our control was not present at this moment. Neither of us wanted to take our time, we just needed this release. There would be time for more intimate, gentle relations later. We reached our climaxes quickly, together. We collapsed to the floor, still connected, still entwined in each other arms.

And then, we heard Emmett downstairs, "Ew."

"Well, you don't have to listen, Emmett. That's what headphones are for," Carlisle retorted.

Jasper and I giggled. It was ludicrous for Emmett to be disgusted, since he and Rosalie were the loudest and most destructive of the things around them out of all of us.

Jasper sighed, "Aw, I'm gonna catch hell from him on the way to Bella's tonight."

"When do you have to pick up Edward?" I asked, hoping it was not for a while.

He looked back at the clock. "Not for another hour," he said. He turned to grin at me. "Why don't you put on that little purple teddy and we'll have another go?"

That was exactly what I had hoped he would say.