June 21st, 1997

"Daddy do you think everyone will come to my party?"

I looked up at my daughter in the rear view mirror my eyebrow crinkled in concern, "Of course, why wouldn't they?"

Rosalie shrugged, "I was just wondering because this girl in my class, Victoria, had a party and no one went."

"Why didn't anyone go?"

Rosalie snorted, "Because she's a bitch."

My wife, Alice, who was sitting in the passenger seat beside me gasped and I slammed on the breaks, causing all the cars behind me to honk. I continued on down the road, "Honey, bitch is not a nice word. Please don't say that anymore."

"Ok sorry Daddy." She said.

"It's ok pumpkin."

We pulled up to the bowling alley Rose was having her party at and she very hurriedly unbuckled herself, flung the minivan door open and jumped out of the car.

I caught her right as she was running to the entrance of the building and picked her up, "Whoa slow down there birthday girl. The party won't start without you." I said and tickled her

She giggled, "Ah, stop it. Put me down." She pleaded.

I set her down gently. I walked around to the back of the van and opened the rear. I got the ice cream cake out and handed it to Alice while I placed a kiss on her cheek. I also grabbed the huge stack of presents in there and slammed the trunk door. We all walked into the bowling alley together and after checking in and being directed to the correct party room we sat the stuff down on the tables. I went and got bowling shoes from the rental place for Alice, Rose, and myself. I brought them back and helped Rose put hers on her small feet.

As soon as they were on she hopped back up from the chair she was sitting on and started dancing around the room. Soon people started trickling in. Most came in with their parents some just got dropped off. All of them walked up to me with their presents so I could put them on the table. The last family to arrive was the Cullen's. A little brunette girl ran up to rose and threw her arms around Rose.

"Happy birthday Rose I got you the best present ever!"

"I can't wait to open it," my blonde haired, blue eyed daughter replied joyfully.

"Where should I put it?"

"Just give it to my dad."

"Where is he?"

Rose pointed to me and I smiled and waved, "Right there."

"Ok" she said and tugged on her mother and fathers hands dragging them over to me.

"Hello. My name is Renesemee Carlie Cullen, age 5, grade 1, daughter of Edward and Bella Cullen, best friend of Rosalie Whitlock."

I chuckled along with her parents, "Nice to meet you." I shook her hand. "I'm Jasper Whitlock, husband of Alice Whitlock and father of Rosalie Whitlock."

"Charming introduction Mr. Whitlock," she smiled at me.

She gestured from her mother to me, "Well go ahead, hand him the present."

Bella smiled at her daughter lovingly and handed me a wrapped package which I set on the table. Then she took Renesemee's hand and walked to get her bowling shoes.

Edward stayed behind and talked to me, "Sorry about that, she's going through this stage where she tries to act like she's 30 and not 5."

I laughed, "Its fine. It was actually kind of cute; Rose goes through stages like that all the time. Sometimes they can be a handful."

He nodded, "Tell me about it man."

Just then Rosalie ran up to me and tugged on my hand, "Come onnnnn Daddy. We are ready to bowl."

"Ok pumpkin I'm coming."

We walked out into the main bowling area. It was utter chaos with about 20 six year olds running around along with parents trying to catch them. "Rose put 6 people at each bowling lane." I said to her, knowing she was demanding enough to get this done fast.

She walked around tugging people by anything she could get a hold of, arms, hands, shirts, pants, anything and dragged them to a lane. In about 15 minutes she had the job done and everyone looked happy.

I smiled, "Ok everyone lets bowl."

Everyone turned around and took turns to roll the duck pin balls down the lane and hit the pins. Each lane played 2 games. We all went back into the party room for cake and ice cream. Rose looked so innocent sitting there, her face only lit up by the candle light. I looked at Alice and she was giving Rose the same look I was giving her, one of complete adoration.

I walked to stand behind Alice and wrapped my arms around waist, she leaned into me. I felt content. I had everything I would ever need. The two most beautiful girls in the world. Rose blew out all of her candles in one breath and I flicked back on the lights. For once all the kids were quiet because they were stuffing their faces with cake and ice cream.

Once everyone was done Rose opened her presents. She got an insane amount of princess stuff because she told everyone that's what she wanted for her birthday. Rose was the most spoiled and loved little girl I knew. All of her presents would barely fit in the car. They buried Rose sitting in the back seat.

On the way home Rose was smiling from ear to ear.

"Did you like your party sweetie?" Alice asked.

Rose rolled her eyes, "Duh! That was the most amazing party ever. I loved it. Thank you mommy and daddy."

"It was our pleasure Rose," Alice replied. When we got home Rose impatiently got all of her new toys out their boxes. Leaving a trail of plastic from the car to her room. Later that evening I went up to check on her, she was asleep on top a pile of toys. I smiled and laughed lightly. Then I picked her up and gently laid her down on her bed.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, "I love you Rosalie."

She smiled in her sleep and I backed out of the room. I walked into my room to find Alice already asleep in bed. I laid down beside her and watched sleep for a moment. Her breath moving slowly in and out of her, her eyes closed and her face peaceful. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever had the pleasure of seeing. I kissed her softly on the lips and then wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep as well.

a/n: I hope you like this. I have the next few chapters typed and ready to go but I need reviews and stuff before I'll post them. Please continue reading this story, it's going to get really interesting, I promise.