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A/N: This is my first attempt at Alice's perspective, as she reflects on her marriage to Jasper.
Marrying Jasper
For our charade Rose and Emmett had married at least ten times but Jazz and I had only married once. It wasn't as if we loved one another any more or less than our siblings, it was just that marrying Jasper had been the most meaningful day of my life and I couldn't bring myself to repeat it. It was too sacred a day, and I felt by getting married over and over I would somehow be tainting that special day.
We had wed not long after meeting our family. Jasper had had a difficult time adjusting and had spent a lot of time in solitary confinement. I had immediately fit in and been included in the cover story of our family life. I had developed an attachment to Edward because with his gift he understood both the joy and the curse. We knew too much and it was a heavy responsibility in regards to how much we should reveal. One of my favourite activities was singing along while Edward played the piano. In a lot of ways Edward had become my best friend. Jasper felt terrified he was losing me and, upon encouragement from Emmett, lashed out at us both. I had been devastated because it was the first time we had fought. In his guilt he had asked me to marry him, and I told him that I wasn't going to marry him just because he was jealous. The next day he presented me with a list of 100 reasons why he wanted me to be his wife. I had of course said yes to him; my love growing stronger by every second.
We had wed in a small church in Jasper's hometown. Esme helped me theme our wedding around the time that he was human. He still had his military uniform, although it was looking a little worse for the wear. Esme worked tirelessly removing every stain and sewing every rip and tear. Carlisle and Edward, with Jasper's help, tracked down his mother's wedding dress for me to wear.
The ceremony was beautiful and I had never been happier or felt more secure than being bonded to the love of my life for all eternity. Our first kiss as man and wife started out as sweet and innocent and deepened into something more. I couldn't wait to be alone with him to consummate our marriage.
Jasper and I had waited until our wedding night to be intimate with one another. Though Jasper was by no means inexperienced as he had spent a century trying to pass the time with Maria, he had insisted our relationship was more meaningful and sacred, and therefore he wanted to preserve that by waiting. I had been very nervous that night, receiving only small bits of encouragement and explanation from Rose and Esme.
Once alone in the hotel room, Jasper used his gift to ease my worries and then with the utmost gentleness pressed me back onto the bed and kissed me. As his lips seared against mine my nervousness was forgotten and I got lost in the moment. It had been the greatest night of my life. Being intimate with Jasper only made me love him more. It was utterly ridiculous that he would ever be jealous of Edward and I, as Edward could never bring out even a quarter of the passion Jasper could. Edward was nothing more than my brother, Jasper was my lover. If I lost Jasper I would have no life. This existence would be unbearable without him. I loved my family more than anything on Earth, but it would cease to be my family if I didn't have my love.