DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. NOR DO I OWN THIS SONG, OR RASCALL FLATTS... NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WISH I DID...
This can be taken as a companion piece to "Beauty and the Beast"... or not. It's really up to you.
This is my first time EVER writing from Alice's point of view. How did I do?
God Blessed the Broken Road
The lights were dim as couples danced together, holding one another close as they swayed to the music that drifted from the band onstage.
I couldn't help but sigh. No fair having to watch everyone else with their significant other, when I most certainly could not run up to the stage and grab my husband. Well, I could, but I highly doubt anyone would appreciate it.
Though I could think of one person who might…
My eyes traveled up to the stage. I still had to catch my breath as I took in my Jasper. His honey blond hair was practically glowing in the spotlight that shone on him as his long, talented fingers expertly worked his guitar. The suit he wore was perfect (of course, seeing as how I was the one who had picked it out) and accented his handsome figure beautifully.
He must have felt my eyes on him, because he looked up and smiled at me. My non-beating heart gave a little flutter. I could never quite believe that this amazing man was mine.
A small smirk quivered in the corner of his mouth as the song slowly came to an end. When the music finally ceased, I wasn't the only one who clapped.
Jasper stood and raised his hand for quiet. "Thank you." His voice flowed like the smoothest of silks. "I would now like to sing a little song that I'm certain everyone in here can identify with." Then he winked at me.
I felt my brow wrinkle. Why didn't I know what he was up to?
As I pondered my sudden lack of foresight, Jasper moved to a stool at the front of the stage. "The group would like to dedicate this song to the special person in each of our lives." Then he leaned away from the microphone and murmured, so low that only I could hear, "That means you, Ali."
I smiled at his pet name for me. Then I felt my breath catch as the first strands of music began.
No, it couldn't be…
Jazz looked up and spotted my flabbergasted face. Then he smiled, slow and sweet, and started to sing.
"I set out on a narrow way
Many years ago
Hoping I would find true love
Along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign
Pointed straight to you"
I knew if I had been human, tears would have been pouring down my face. My amazing, wonderful, perfect husband was singing our song.
I felt my lips mouthing the words as he sang them, so alive with meaning for the both of us.
His eyes met mine, and I saw there a depth of emotion that shook me to the core as his voice slid over the melody.
"How every long lost dream
Led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart
They were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way
Into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you"
I closed my eyes, smiling as I felt my mind travel back through the years…
"I think about the years I spent
Just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost
And give it back to you…"
A tall, blonde vampire, looking lost and alone, walked into a bar. Sitting on the countertop, I spotted him immediately, and went to him with a skip in my step.
He was the One.
"But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there, you understand
It's all part of a grander plan
That is coming true"
I walked up to him, grinning cheekily. "You kept me waiting."
He stared at me, an adorably confused look on his face. "I'm sorry, Ma'am."
"That every long lost dream
Led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart
They were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way
Into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you"
As the bridge played, I pictured my amazing, one-of-a-kind family. All of the Cullens… my sisters, brothers, mother, father… even a niece! In all my years of dreaming and hoping, I had never imagined that my world could ever be so perfect.
But none of it would ever be right without the man who stood in front of me, pouring his heart out in song.
I opened my eyes and met his gaze, sending him my love.
"And now I'm just rolling home
Into my lover's arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
That God blessed the broken road…
That led me straight…
To you…"
Applause started immediately, of course. As the band members bowed, Jasper stepped offstage and walked to me. He took my hand and, holding it to his lips, asked, "Did you like that?"
"I loved it," I sighed, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Then I felt my brow crinkle. I hadn't seen this coming… and it must have taken a bit of planning. "But, how did you…?"
In response, Jasper gestured behind me. I looked around to see two big, brawny Native Americans standing near the back entrance.
Jacob looked cocky. Seth grinned at me and waved.
I had to giggle. Of course, those boys would be a part of this.
I looked back to my gorgeous husband, who was smiling softly now. "What's the occasion?" I whispered.
He kissed the inside of my wrist. The touch felt as light as butterfly wings. "Our anniversary," he whispered back.
I barely held back a gasp. In all of the excitement over Renesmee last month, I had entirely forgotten about my wedding anniversary. I looked up apologetically. "I am so sorry, Jazz!" I moaned. "I didn't get you anything!"
"Hmm…" He seemed to be considering something. Stepping back, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Then he quirked an eyebrow. "I know exactly how you're going to make this up to me."
"How?"
He leaned over, placing his lips right next to my ear. "You are going to dissuade that gaggle of giggling girls behind us from attempting to flirt with me," he murmured. His breath fanning across my face made me shiver.
"And how am I going to do that?" I asked coyly.
"First…" He leaned in and captured my mouth with his. I moaned softly, running my fingers through his hair as his long hands cradled my face. Our lips moved together gently, sweetly, but passionately enough that, when we finally broke away, we were both breathless.
"And second…" He stood up straight and offered me his hand. "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me, Mrs. Whitlock?"
I rose and curtsied. "It would be my pleasure, Mr. Whitlock." I placed my hand in his, and we joined the masses on the dance floor.
As I rested my head on his chest, Jasper wrapped his arms around me tightly, and I sighed.
Best anniversary ever.