A/N: Before I start, I'd like to say a million and more thank yous to my fantastic beta, JaspersDestiny, for putting up with me and improving this story to a readable standard :)

Special thanks also to: amaris12345 for pre-reading a couple of chapters for an original version of a Jasper/Bella fic before being unable to continue pre-reading due to real life :) I would also like to thanks Sparkly Red Pen for creating their beta section on their site!

Words can't describe how thankful I am for all of your help.
Without you all, this story wouldn't be here today.

I will also be starting with a little bit of history before diving right into the deep end of Jasper and Bella's relationship :) xoxoxox

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. (Repeat for future chapters).
Thanks to Lillie Cullen for letting me use her Disclaimer! Such a good idea :) Saves having to write it out every chapter :D

Bella POV
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As the plane took off for Texas, I leaned back and gazed out of my window, thinking back to when I first met Jasper. It is true what they say: You never know what tomorrow may bring. It was bittersweet how we met, but I couldn't regret my decision to go.

To this day, I still don't understand why I went to my ex's wedding to that woman if you can call her a woman at all. Do I regret it? No, because if I hadn't gone, I wouldn't have met my Jasper.

I went to Jessica and Edward's wedding for closure. I hadn't been back to Forks, Washington since the day after my father's funeral., Ironically that was the day I found Edward and Jessica in my kitchen after the funeral service at the gathering. That was the straw thatwhich broke the camel's back, and I went to Florida with my mom and her husband, Phil, a day later.

I hadn't been back to that claustrophobic town for four years now., I was twenty-one then,twenty one at the time and I had been with Edward since I was eighteen.

Charlie died doing the job he loved. He was police chief, and a few short weeks after my 21st birthday, bikers had passed through the town causing a pointless riot.

My brave father got caught trying to break it up, and he ended up paying the ultimate price when one of the men pulled a gun and shot my father dead. That year was a devastating year, as Dad's best friend passed away in his sleep earlier that summer.

Two weeks after my father's death, after the police had done their bit, and so on we laid my father to rest. While it was the day from hell for me, I saw it as a day filled with blessing. For all I know, I could have been married to the slime-ball even to this day, with he and her doing God knows what behind my back. I'm glad I caught them in the act before it was too late.

The Cullen family wasn't as perfect and golden as folks in town viewed them to be, and I knew that better than anyone. The only people in town I kept in contact with were my best friend Emmett Cullen, who was Edward's brother, and my best friend, Angela Weber, who has always stuck by me through thick and thin Angela Weber.

Emmett and Angela were both surprised to see me at the wedding, since I'd put "undecided" on the RSVP when the spiteful jerk invited me to his wedding. He never expected me to attend, but if he was going to be a jackass, I would use the event as a way to find closure.

Edward's sister, Alice, used to be best friends. We were like the three musketeers joined at the hip, when I first moved to Forks, Washington, but Alice didn't like it when Ang and I didn't share her excitement about signing up for all the fancy colleges she wanted to go to. We and we put our feet down, personalities clashed, crashed and then everything went from bad to worse.

I guess when you grow up, sometimes you lose that connection you used to have with people you thought were your friends. You soon learn you had nothing in common with them in the first place!

Reuniting with Ang and Em was amazing. It was like we'd never been apart, after having sporadic contact with each other for the past, due to hectic work loads at different colleges in different cities. I ended up meeting Jasper immediately after Mr. and Mrs. Smug's wedding ceremony. I'm still stunned Edward had the balls to look discreetly at me as he said his marriage vows to Jessica, who kept shooting nasty glances my way.

I held my ground, though, and got through the day. Amidst the drama, I met Major Jasper Whitlock through Em, when his wife, Rosalie, brought her visiting cousin Jasper along.

It turned out that neither Jess nor Edward had been faithful to each other. A drunk Mike Newton couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut any longer, and he blew Jess's cover for everyone to hear. All kinds of stuff came spewing out after that, including the Edward's bad track record with women.

According to Em, they are still married, even after all the shit hit the fan. I shook my head in disbelief at the thought of what my life could have of been like if I had stayed in that town and hadn't caught him and her that day.

Just as I thought this, one of the flight attendants announced through the intercom that the plane will be landing in Texas in ten minutes' time. She asked everyone to either be re-seated or to put our seatbelts back on.

Excitement and butterflies erupted in my stomach as I thought howthat in ten minutes I would'll be even closer to Jasper. Soon I would be stepping off the plane and starting my new life hear in Texas with Jasper at his military base.

After a year of e-mails, long phone calls, and the odd visit when he was home on leave from Afghanistan, we both decided on our one year anniversary that we wanted to try out living together. Jasper had been the proper Southern gentleman I believed him to be when I first met him. I got to know him for the wonderful man he is and the life he plays in the army, and we took our time getting to know each other bettertalked about my life and various different things.

We made the decision to move in together the week Jasper visited mom, Phil, and me in Florida. We spent most of that time lounging on the beach, and we realized we couldn't spend any more time one week holidays were spent once in Texas and another in Florida with my Mum and Phil on the private beech where we practically lived for two weeks which was when we made the decision to move in with each other.

We celebrated Christmas separately with our respective families, and our plan was to move in after New Year's. Jasper was going to be on-base for the next several months, so it was perfect timing. After doing tours in Afghanistan which had me worried sick with worry, he was now home for a while.

I really admired the husbands and wives of our men and woman of those serving in the armed forces. They stood strong and brave as their loved ones fought what often felt like a losing battle. I was proud of Jasper and of everything he stood for, and I, too, wanted to be there for him.

It was always a relief when Jasper popped up on Skype or when I received histhe e-mails or letters if he had been away from his Military base. I knew that this year was going to be a trial run, to see how our relationship survived one-on-one.

I could only hope that our relationship would continue to grow. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, so I knew it was going to be a challenge—a and a challenge I hoped would be worth it in the long run.

I took care in descending thethese last steps off of the plane. I could see the army jeep from the corner of my eye, but I kept my gaze firmly on my feet as I concentrated on not tripping.

But I wouldn't be Isabella Swan if I didn't trip at all, and luckily it was on the last step. Jasper caught me, and I fell into his arms, sinking into his embrace.

There was a long road aheadin front of us, but for now life was perfect as Jasper spun me around and our lips met.

And this was just the beginning.

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Happy reading & Happy New Year,
Orria xoxoxoxoxoxox