Author's Note: This isn't typically my type of story to write, but due to the recent loss of my dear friend, Jenelle, I had to do it. Rests in Peace, honey, we all miss you. She would have wanted me to write this. She loved Twilight 3 Footnote at the foot. :D

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns

JASPER

"Jasper, get up, honey." I rolled over in bed and groaned, throwing the pillow over my face. My mother was an early bird, and therefore I had to be as well.

"Just a few more hours, ma." My southern drawl really came out when I was this kind of tired. Muffled as it was she jerked the pillow and the blanket in one swift motion.

"Now, Jasper. Your cousin's plane will be landing in an hour, you need to be presentable." She tossed my pillow and blanket across the room and reached for the sheet still covering the lower half of my body. I sat up abruptly, clinging to it.

"Ma, I'm naked under here!" Mom blushed and shook her head, turning and leaving the room, a quiet click sounding when she closed the door. I stood, letting the sheet pool around my ankles as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I had just had the best dream of a beautiful girl. This same girl had been haunting my every dream with her chocolate brown eyes and short black hair, her creamy pale skin glowing naked under nothing but moonlight.

I felt myself harden at the thoughts of the beauty, grabbing a towel and walking towards my shower. I passed my mirror, doubling over as the all too familiar, but strikingly tough pain shot through my lower abdomen. I clutched the desk with my left hand, my right curling around my stomach instinctively.

"Deep breaths, Jasper. It will subside." I stood up straight moments later, breathing in and out slowly through my nose as the pain did, indeed, subside. I walked to the shower, the sudden acute pain having dropped my libido fully. I was in and out quickly, walking downstairs in black Dickie's and a tight fitting black t-shirt.

I walked to the cupboards, taking out a bowl and a box of Cocoa Puffs, going and grabbing the gallon of Chocolate milk from the fridge and pouring the two into the bowl until it was almost seeping over the edge.

"Jasper Whitlock! For a twenty-two year old man, you still eat the same as you did when you were five." My mother shook her head with a grin on her face as I put the milk back into the fridge. On my way back to the table, the stabbing feeling struck again, this time bad enough to make me fall over in pain. My mother was quick at my side, a hand on my shoulder. "Jasper, Jazzy, honey, what is it?" She looked down into my hazel eyes, alarm masked in her own.

"Nothing, mom just…" I hissed in pain, my stomach lurching, "Nothing, it'll be fine in a few." I sat up, feeling my head spin and the room spin the opposite way as I eased myself back down onto the floor. The doorbell rang and I groaned, opening an eye to look at my mom. "Get it I just need to relax a minute."

My mother got up and I let the tears fall that had been threatening to fall since the first time this happened earlier today. I heard a female's voice drawing nearer and quickly moved my hand up to brush away the tears. "Jasper, oh God, what happened!?" I curled up more, Bella's voice ringing in my befuddled mind.

"Shh, Bella, I'm fine." I took her hand and smiled to her, managing to sit up and put on a calm face. "Should we all just go? I'm fine." I stood with a bit of help from Bella, looking to my mom who didn't look convinced from my act.

"No no, Jazz. I will go while she takes you to the doctor." My mouth gaped open and I stared first to her, then to Bella who was nodding in agreement. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Oh no, no, no, no! I do NOT need to go to the doctor because of some bad stomach cramps! I'm an adult! I cannot be made to go!"

Two hours later I was sitting on a cold metal bed in a dress that made my ass hang out, having blood drawn from my arm. On the bright side of things, my doctor was Carlisle, one of my older cousins. He looked at me seriously and put the vial down. "Go out and make an appointment with Esme for tomorrow afternoon to find out the results. And until we know what this is, I would suggest taking it easy." We shook hands and Bella and I were off to the rehearsal dinner.

Author's Note: Reviews are love and what will keep me motivated to keep writing this. Please, constructive criticism is nice. I don't want to hear how horrible it is, at least tell me one good point of it.