Southern Love

Summary:

Bella Swan & Jasper Whitlock became best friends when Bella moved from Phoenix to Texas. They grew up together and fell in love and at the ages of nineteen and twenty they got married. A week later Jasper goes out to war, leaving Bella at home to worry. Two months later Bella finds out that Jasper is MIA – Missing In Action – and leaves her home.

Pairings:

Jasper – Bella

Edward – Alice

Emmet – Rosalie

Lukah – Angela

Carlisle – Esme

BPOV & JPOV

Chapter 1 – MIA

1811

BPOV

I don't want to move from Phoenix. I don't know anyone in Texas. Hi I'm Isabella Swan, I'm six years old and in first grade. My brother Emmet said we'd have fun, and he would beat up anyone who annoys me.

"Daddy? What if people don't like me?" I asked him.

"Don't worry Bells. If anyone hurts your feelings I'll beat them up." Emmet told me, with a big grin on his face.

We were nearly finished unpacking when someone knocked our front door. I ran over to it to answer, when my daddy – Charlie – answered it before me. When he opened the door, there were five people standing there. A man and a woman – most likely his wife – and three children. One boy and two girls.

"Hello. We're the Whitlock's. I'm Jasper and my wife Emily. Our children, Jasper, Lizzy and Martha. We live next door and wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." The man – Jasper Sr. – introduced.

"Well, this is my family. My son Emmet and my daughter Bella, and I'm Charlie." My dad followed suit.

"What age are you?" The little boy – Jasper Jr. – asked looking at me and Emmet.

"I'm seven and Bella's six." Emmet informed the boy.

"That's great you'll be in my class. I'm six and in first grade. I'm sure we'll be good friends." Jasper stated happily.

"Can they come over and play?" Martha asked.

"Sure. If Charlie doesn't mind." Emily told her daughter.

"As long as I know where they are I'm happy."

"Thanks daddy." I kissed him on the cheek.

1824

BPOV

Thirteen years later, and I'm getting married. And who's the lucky guy? Jasper. My best friend, since I was six. Now I'm nineteen and marrying my twenty year old Jasper.

"Do you Isabella, take Jasper as your lawfully wedded husband. Through sickness and in health?" The reverend asked.

"I do." I said smiling.

He repeated the same to Jasper.

"I do."

"You may now kiss the bride." And with that Jasper grabbed my waist and pulled me into a kiss. He kissed me until we ran out of air. We pulled away gasping, and chuckles could be heard, mostly from the best man, Emmet. Jasper then pulled me into a hug, and kissed my cheek.

"I love you." he whispered, in my ear.

"I love you too."

"Okay. Okay. Break it up. Let go of my sister. I want to hug her too." Emmet walked over and pulled me into one of his bear hugs. "I'm so proud of you." He told me.

I kissed him on the cheek and turned to find Jasper behind me.

"Well, Mrs Whitlock what shall we do now?" He asked with a grin plastered on his face.

"I don't know Mr Whitlock. What do you have planned?"

He grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him again.

"I plan on spending my life with you. I hope that's okay." He said still grinning.

"I think I can live with that." I gently brushed my lips with his. He then kissed me hungrily, forgetting that every one was still there, I kissed back with equal enthusiasm.

Two Months Later

A week after the wedding Jasper and Emmet went out to war. I finally got a letter, about their status:

Dear Mrs Whitlock,

I'm sorry to inform you that your husband – Jasper Whitlock Jr – and your brother – Emmet Swan – have been reported MIA – Missing In Action. All of the hostages have been returned and no bodies have been found.

Again my gravest apologies,

Lt. Sampson.

After reading that letter I thought my life was over. The two most important people in my life were missing, and worst of all. I was pregnant. My baby was going to grow up without it's father.