"Drink it, Alice…drink it…" Alice sighed and took another huge gulp of orange juice, then wiped her mouth. How much had she drunk out of this? She began to look, then decided that she didn't really want to know. Sighing, Alice set the huge gallon of juice on the edge of the tub she was laying in, and yawned.

Here she was, at two in the morning, so anxious and jittery that she couldn't go to sleep. Her eyes wandered over to the unopened pregnancy test sitting on the counter, and she felt her heart pound faster. She'd know the answer soon.

Yawning, she rested her head against the back of the tub, making her cold. She blew her short black hair away from her face and closed her eyes. After a moment she heard the door open with a small squeaking sound, and one blue eye popped open. She couldn't help but smile.

Jasper.

The love of her life, the reason for her existence. He looked so cute when he was tired, like a little five year old that had wandered out of bed. He was rubbing his eyes, his curly blonde hair messy, just as she liked it. Plus, the fact that it was the middle of hot and sticky July and his shirt was off made things even better.

His emerald eyes scanned the bathroom, from her in the tub to the gallon of juice next to her, and finally to the small box on the counter. Comprehension clouded his face, and he silently sat down next to her on the floor, taking her hand and kissing it. After a moment, he gazed up at her. "Are you ready for this?"

Those words sent Alice's head spinning. Was she ready?

It seemed like they were. They had met almost 3 years ago, one rainy afternoon in the middle of New York. They had nearly run into each other trying to get inside a diner. She remembered seeing him for the first time, the way her cheeks flushed when he had smiled and held the door open for her. Their love couldn't be stronger. Jasper adored her family as well, with him and her brothers getting along with each other as well as she could have hoped for.

But she really thought they were ready for this because of the tough times they'd been through. Or, rather, that Jasper had been through. His childhood hadn't been good at all. He had an alcoholic dad who abused him as well as his twin sister Rosalie. His mother had disappeared, leaving them alone to cope. Alice had found all this out the hard way, with Jasper coming home one night with his beaten sister and pleading with her to call the police. She was fine now, but they were both still scarred for life.

Helping him through all of that seemed to prove to them both that they were ready for anything, even a baby.

Alice snapped out of her little flashback when Jasper's lips suddenly met hers. Oh God, she loved to kiss him. It was amazing, so soft and sweet that she couldn't believe that anyone could kiss this good. It was still hard for her to believe sometimes that he treated her so well…and that they still weren't married yet. Oh, well. You don't need marriage to make you happy.

Alice kissed him back, sitting up and pulling him into the bathtub with her. She felt Jasper grin below her lips, and together they curled up against the white porcelain, perfectly at ease.

She felt Jasper's lips wandering down to her neck, but all she could focus on that test. It seemed to be watching her, waiting for her to get up and take it. Jasper noticed her lack of attention. He sat up and pouted, jutting out his lower lip. Alice giggled and stroked his hair. "Don't worry Jazzy. I love you more than anything in the whole wide world." Jasper smiled and kissed her forehead, then leaned over and stretched his arm out to the counter, taking the box. He looked at it for a moment, the held it up in front of her. "I'm ready if you are."

Alice sighed, staring at the box in his hand. How could such a small thing make such a big impact of your life? Jasper watched her with serious eyes, waiting anxiously for her response.

Alice's face broke out into a smile, and she took the test from his hand. "I'm ready too."