Chapter One
The black and silver plaque read 'Charlotte M. Hawthorne--Receptionist', but it had to have been a mistake. Debby Waller had always been the receptionist at the hospital that Dr. Cullen worked at. Right?
Jasper Cullen sighed, leaning against the wall, waiting for the new receptionist to return. He desperately needed to see his father; his neice,
Renesmee was still feeling unwell. The entire family was beginning to get terribly worried about the feisty two-year-old. Especially poor Bella.
She wasn't herself unless her family was happy and healthy.
Moments later, a woman entered the receptionist's cubicle.
Glancing upward, Jasper caught his breath.
She was a pale woman, with locks of ebony cascading across her shoulders. Her skin was ivory, her face round, with shades of pink. Her eyes sparkled a deep hazel. She looked like a small, delicate flower. Pure.
After what seemed like a year, Jasper caught himself, clearing his throat. He stepped forward to face the young woman. She smiled expectantly at him, her full lips curving upward in the sweetest, smile.
"May I help you?"
Jasper felt embarrassement creep into his gut.
"Uh, mm, I'm here to see Dr. Cullen. I'm his son. It's ur-urgent."
Charlotte smiled.
"I'll see what I can do. One moment."
She picked up the telephone beside her and began dialing.
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Jasper knew what that was. He knew. He'd seen it happen with Bella and Edward and with Emmett and Rosalie. He was no fool. But he had no earthly ideaof what to do about it. Charlotte, yes he guessed that that was her name, had seemed gently, pure, small. Like an angel. She was ignorant and and knew nothing of what he was or of what she would become if he preyed her as his mate. He couldn't bare to pluck that flower, could NOT bare so.
And why was he going so far as to even think he would be with her? He was not educated in this area of living. He knew not of what was to come,
anything. She might have been married, joined with another, or she might not have him at all.
All Jasper knew was that there was something there, an electricity, a fire. Had she not felt it?
All Jasper knew was that she was The One. Wasn't she?
All Jasper knew was that he could not get her out of his mind.
This was not the end.
This was certain.
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It was evening. The Cullens were situated in the sitting room, the lights dim and the sounds of music playing in the foyer. Alice and Rosalie were
caring for Renesmee while Bella and Edward conversed on the loveseat by the fireplace. Jasper sat, alone, in the corner of the room, thinking.
He had gone over everything in his head. He would ask Carlisle what to do. Carlisle always knew what to do...
Suddenly, Emmett and Carlisle entered the room, grinning from ear to ear.
"We've figured out what's wrong with our little Nessie," Emmett began.
"Now, it's normal for most babies to go through this, but it will be especially difficult for Nessie, givin the, er, circumstances."
Bella furrowed her brow.
"What is it?"
"Well, to put it simply, she's teething."
Alice breathed a sigh of relief in sync with Bella.
"So we'll give her some medicine to sooth the pain and see how it turns out."
After the thought, Carlisle, nodding, smiling, began to turn around to exit the room for his study upstairs.
"Uh, Carlisle, wait!" Jasper sputtered, flustered once more with excitement and anticipation.
Carlisle turned to face Jasper.
"Yes?"
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Author's Note: Okay, first Twilight fanfic, but I'm confident about it. I haven't written in a while and I NEED feedback. Tell me what you think.
REVIEWS! PLEASE! And trust me, this WILL continue. And get even so much jucier. [: