A/N
This is my first try at FF. I have read so many stories and had even more ideas for my own stories but I never really sat down and typed them up. Here's my (very first) try, so be gentle and let me know what you think!

Be Careful What You Wish For

RPOV

The day my life, actually the lives of all my family members, changed started out like any other Saturday would. Peaceful. Ordinary.

Most of us had the day off, though Carlisle and Esme were working. Alice was on a shopping spree, determined to find yet another perfect outfit she was convinced would be needed soon. The boys had gone hunting, well, except for Edward. Nobody really knew were Edward had gone. He hadn't been with the family in years. Alice's best guess was in an attic or warehouse in Buenos Aires. "Somewhere dusty" she called it.

I wasn't interested in going clothes shopping today and since we had an all girls hunting trip only three days ago I wasn't thirsty either. I was bored of hanging around the house by myself all day, so I decided to head out. I drove around town for a while, enjoying the wind blowing through my hair and the looks I received in my red convertible. I relished in the jealousy of others and I loved to hear their whistles and comments. By the time they reached my ears through the wind they were mere whispers, caressing my ego: "Did you see her? I wish I had looks like that to show off in an expensive car."

When even that got old I headed for the closest movie theater. It was part of a mall, which turned out to be a good thing, because the movie I wanted to see wasn't on for another 45 minutes. Instead of paying and hanging around the lobby I turned back and strolled around the mall. I walked into a bookstore, hoping to pass the time and maybe even find something interesting.

I scanned the tables in the front of the store, full of decorative little knick-knacks and small toys. Since nothing caught my eye I started perusing the shelves, quickly dismissing many of the books on display. Every once in a while a book cover would catch my eye and I would take it down, read the blurb and put it back. It seems I have a knack for liking cover art of boring books. I was about to leave the store and do something a lot more interesting, like go shoe shopping, when I noticed a scent. It seemed so familiar, yet I was positive I had never come across it before. It made me curious so I followed my nose around the bookstore. I peeked around the corner of a large bookcase and I knew I had found the source of the scent. A brunette, a few inches shorter than myself, was standing there with her back to me. A few large shopping bags were resting at her feet and her head was bent, I presumed she was reading. My curiosity was not satisfied and just as I was debating whether to inconspicuously walk passed her to get a better look a tall young man with blond hair rounded the corner. His face lit up when he saw her. "There you are! I've been looking for you!" She turned around and smiled, lowering her book a bit. The blonde came up behind her, enveloping her in his arms and letting his hands rest on her swollen abdomen. He kissed her on the cheek then bent down to pick up the shopping bags. "Do you want to buy that or are you ready to go home?" She set the book back down on the shelf. "Oh no, I was just browsing. I'm ready." She smiled again and gave him another kiss on the cheek and they left the store together.

I stood there in shock. I had to remind myself to fidget because I was in a public place. The scent was somehow familiar because I knew that woman. I had just stumbled upon Bella Swan in the middle of Chicago. And she was pregnant.

I was out of that bookstore and in my car as fast as I dared without attracting attention to myself. My thoughts and feelings were running haywire and I didn't really pay attention to my surroundings at all. When I got home and checked the clock, I was a bit surprised at how fast I made it back. The house was still deserted which struck me as odd. I would have at least expected Esme or the boys to be back by now.

I began pacing in the living room, my thoughts circling around this afternoon and what I had discovered: Bella Swan, obviously pregnant and apparently so very much in love. This is what I had wanted for her. This is exactly why I took Edward's side when we discussed leaving Forks. I wanted her to find a human man, get married have children. Be happy. Then why does it hurt so much to find out, that she did just that?

I stopped pacing and sighed. What should I do now? Tell the others? Call Edward? Keep it a secret and hope to never come across her again? I trailed one finger along the edge of a white couch cushion and sighed again. This situation called for chocolate.

An hour later I was sitting on the couch, staring into the flame of my chocolate scented candle and I still felt lost. I didn't move when I heard gravel crunching outside or when I heard a car door slam. I ignored the footsteps that led to the door, the short pause before Jasper entered. "Hey." I was silent, unmoving and kept on staring into the candle, as if I expected it to give me the answers I was looking for. "What's wrong, Rose?"

Everything is wrong! Nothing is as it's supposed to be! "I miss chocolate."

He smiled. "Will you tell me the real reason? Every time you miss chocolate, you light that scented candle and every time you light that candle something is bothering you… That, and I can feel it. Don't deny it!" He knew me so well. Sometimes we were so much like twins, it didn't feel like a lie when we posed as siblings.

"Where's Emmett?" I asked "Shouldn't he be with you?"

Jasper grimaced. "He wasn't happy with the wildlife we encountered and said, and I quote: 'I won't go back until I find a bear!' You know how he can get." I chuckled, I knew exactly what he meant. "Now, what's got you feeling like this?"

I looked down and wrung my hands. Should I really tell him? I hadn't decided on my next course of action yet and most importantly when talking to Jasper: my feelings seemed so foolish. If I still had the ability to blush I would have done so now. This was obviously not the reaction Jasper had been hoping for, since he sat down next to me with an unceremonious 'plop' and nudged my shoulder. Oh, to hell with it. I took a deep breath and started to tell him about my day.

"No way! Bella Swan? In Chicago? But I had my guy check the area for any Bella Swans and Bella from Forks was most definitely not on the list. Are you sure it was her? You said the scent was familiar but different? A long lost twin maybe?"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous Jasper. She's pregnant, it's the hormones that have changed the scent, I'm sure of it… What? Don't give me that look, I've been to med school." He laughed at that.

"Wow. Bella fucking Swan, here in Chicago." He paused. "Did she get married? I mean, was there a ring on her finger?"

"I... I'm not sure." I thought back to this afternoon, how she had turned around lowering her hand that was holding a book. The scene played in my mind over and over again. Instead of focusing on her pregnant belly or the man that greeted her I tried to recall every detail of her hands. I had barely seen her right hand but she wore two rings on her left ring finger: a classic solitaire ring with a small diamond and a simple gold ring – most likely an engagement ring and wedding band. "Now that I think about it, she probably is. She wore two rings on her left hand. But I don't understand? Shouldn't she still have come up if your guy checked the area?"

"Not if he did a half-assed job it wouldn't. I think it's time I have a talk with him."

"You mean 'scare him shitless', don't you?" I smiled and he grinned. "Anyway, she's here now. Married and pregnant and she seems happy, that's everything I ever wanted… for her. I'm so jealous of her! I thought if she would be out of our lives, that I could just forget her and move on. And now I feel like she gets to have it all and here I am, still as childless as always." I looked down, clenching my fists, jealousy and anger coursing through me. "It makes me wish Edward would have killed her right from the start. Or that James had succeeded. Or… or that we had changed her, and she would have been stuck like this, too. If I can't have kids, then why should she?! And yet…" I trailed off, all the anger subsiding.

Jasper nudged my shoulder again. "And yet, you would seek her out, apologize for everything and beg for her forgiveness, if it meant you had a chance of holding that baby, even if it's only for a second." I exhaled. He was spot on. "Exactly."

"So, what are you going to do about it?" I gave him a questioning look. "You know, about the whole situation. Are you going to find her? Were you planning on telling the others about it?" "That's just it Jasper, I don't know! We decided to leave for a reason. I don't think it's right to come barging into her life again. Then again, I'm sure Alice and Emmett both would be devastated if I were to keep this a secret." He leaned back into the sofa, resting his hands behind is head and closing his eyes. "I for one am not going to seek her out." That caught my attention. "Why not? Don't you think you at least should go talk to her, you know, to apologize?" He opened one eye to look at me and raised his eyebrow. "What? You expect me to go up to her? And say what? 'Oh, hey Bella. Remember me? Yeah, I wanted to eat you the last time we saw each other, but it's all cool now.' That's not gonna happen Rose. Besides, she's pregnant. I don't want to scare her, make her have a heart attack or something. It's not good for the baby." He closed his eye again and sighed. Not being able to reproduce didn't just affect Esme and me. Of course there were many vampires – males and females alike – who had never dreamed of having children, even as humans, and they didn't miss a thing. Emmett or Edward for example. With no memories to remind her of her loss, Alice never mourned her chance of being a mother. To me it seemed as if it never occurred to her that she could have had children if her life hadn't ended so soon. Jasper was different. Like Carlisle, Jasper would have wanted children.

I pinched his cheek in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Ow! Stop it!" I grinned "You're such a softy, you know that? You'd have made a great Dad." "Yeah, I know."