A/N: Holy Crow, I cant belive I was so late in posting this, terrbily sorry, I've been absolutly loaded with school work and volunteering and toutering and just life in general. Also please know there was slight change to the chapter preview I sent reviewers, but nothing that disrupts the main point of it.

Jasper didn't bother to set his alarm clock; he knew that he would hear Alice puttering around the house. She would try to be quiet, but sometimes the thought that he was sleeping evaded her and he would hear her laughter, maybe music or just the gentle thump of her footsteps.

Alice was never one to stay in bed, he had no idea how she managed to function. Last night they fell asleep at twelve and she was up by five. Jasper on the other hand had to use all his will power to get out of bed in the morning; needless to say the thought of Alice made that an easier task.

That morning he heard her downstairs singing along to the radio, and making breakfast. He turned on his side and looked at the clock through blurry eyes; the fluorescent red numbers intruded his eyes, reading 8:42. He rolled over, the thought of more sleep being his prominent fascination. But the sound of Alice singing louder then the radio would not allow for that sleep to resume.

He grunted as he hauled himself out of bed, the bruise tender. He shuffled over to his dresser to grab some pyjama pants and sweater; he was feeling a bit cold and even colder when he remembered the task he had today.

As he stumbled downstairs he could smell burning pancakes and he smirked.

He leaned against the threshold of the kitchen door to see Alice, still in her pink pyjamas with bed hair that stuck up on the back and was wayward in the front, dancing around to Uptown Girl. She was singing into a whisk, there was instant pancake mix all over the floor and counter, and Jasper could only assume her face.

She saw him in mid-twirl and danced over to him. "Bonjour, Monsieur Whitlock," she said throwing her arms around his neck.

"AllĂ´, Madame Whitlock, comment ca va?"

"Well I just used the extent of my knowledge of the French language, but other than that, I'm peachy keen." She replied, knocking her hip against his and walked back over to the blackening pancakes.

She brought him over a plate with chocolate chip pancakes on it, using the word pancake in the loosest of terms. He looked at the charred remnants of what was once considered pancakes, and per usual, grinned and bore it (dousing them in syrup before digging in).

Saturday was the only day Alice made breakfast, it was their lazy day. They would sit and enjoy each others company. Or on other occasions not much sitting was involved at all, but the company was still thoroughly enjoyed. Jasper realized as he loaded the dishes into the over flowing dishwasher, that he would have to sacrifice the day with his wife and made a strict promise to himself to never have to do that again.

"Al?" he called out to her.

"Upstairs." She called back.

He ran up the stairs quickly and found her in the middle of the bed on the computer. Jasper quickly seized the opportunity to change his shirt. Alice looked up and gasped.

Jasper, the top of his curly hair poking out froze, "dammit, she saw." He thought. He slipped the shirt the rest of the way over his body.

"Jasper…" he turned.

"Al, I can expl-"she cut him off, laying down the computer and standing up.

"I can't believe you." She said shaking her head. Jasper sighed, trying to think of an excuse. "You wore the same shirt two days ago." She ran her hand down his chest, giggling

Jasper let out a laugh of relief "I didn't realize I was committing such a fashion faux pas."

"Then I clearly haven't been teaching you well enough." She giggled again, he loved her laugh. "Why are you bothering to get dressed anyway? I was thinking fewer clothes would be in order." She said raising an eyebrow, smirking.

He growled playfully at her, she started to back away and shrieked, "Jasper, no, don't you dare!"

He started to walk lithely towards her, the growl still rumbling in his chest. She chuckled again, and started to run out the bedroom door before he could blink an eye. He shook his head with a smile, momentarily forgetting about the appointment with Edward and ran out after her.

She was just running though the doorway of the rarely used spare bedroom when he caught up with her. She shrieked again as he grabbed her around the waist, then shivered when he leant down by her hair and whispered "Gotcha ya"

She spun around in his arms "Damn."

He laughed and kissed her pouting lips. "Forgive me?" he jokingly asked, mirroring her pout.

She rolled her eyes, "of course," and got up on her tip toes to kiss him.

He smiled in to the kiss and leant down. Her hands twisted in his hair, as her lips parted. He reached under her and picked her up, so he could stand up straight. Her short legs locked around his waist and one of her hands started to trail down his shirt.

He pulled away, still holding her around his waist. She pouted again, and he pecked her lips chastely.

"Edward wanted me to stop by the hospital." He said with his eyes closed, leaning on her forehead.

"Why?" she murmured, laying her head on his shoulder, breathing into his neck.

"Something about Bella's birthday." He replied quickly, burying his nose in his hair. He decided upon this excuse last night.

Alice popped right up, her mouth in a perfectly formed O and her eyes wide. "Holy cow! Her birthday is in-"She jumped out of his arms and over to the calendar hanging on the wall, "six days!"

"Alice" Jasper said in a warning tone.

"Oh shut you up," he replied slapping his chest "She's turning 26, that's a monumental occasion!"

"I thought that 25 was the birthday with the big party."

"Silly husband, so is 26, well for Bella it is. The fact that she survived another year without losing any limbs or breaking every window, or burning her house down is worth celebration."

"So what, everyone jumps out and says 'Surprise! You have two arms and two legs!'"

She shrugged "yeah pretty much, then 'Here's to another year filled with happiness and appendages!'"

***

Jasper left the house, still chuckling. Alice, now armed with the task of Bella's birthday, was planning a party and running errands all day.

His smile died as he parked his car in the hospital parking lot. He quickly fed the parking meter and walked in through the double doors of the hospital.

He didn't bother to knock on Edward's office door. It wasn't much of an office, probably just an old broom closet in a previous life, but as Edward would say, "it's better then anything else a new doctor can usually snag."

Edward was sitting behind his desk in casual clothes, looking though a patient's file.

Jasper cleared his throat, Edward looked up and nodded and they wordlessly left the office, to the white washed walls of the testing room.

Edward threw Jasper a stiff paper gown and left the room while he changed. When Edward re entered, a nurse followed, he smiled apologetically, silently telling him it was protocol. Jasper slightly nodded in acceptance. That was the thing about Edward and him; they could have conversations without saying a word.

Jasper lay on his side, knowing why Edward was going straight to the marrow test. Just weeks prior he had been in for a blood test and his white cell count had been high.

The needle poked through his pale flesh and Jasper bit the inside of his cheek, ignoring the pinch of it, even though Edward had injected an anaesthetic. Afterwards Edward looked at the nurse and pointed his head towards the door. When she left, he started to talk.

"Jazz" Edward said as he removed the needle and the new vial of clear liquid from Jasper's side, "You are going to have to tell Alice at some point."

"How about on my deathbed" Jasper replied jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood.

Edward looked pointedly at him; they both knew that a deathbed could be a likely situation, even though neither was willing to admit it at that moment.

Jasper started to sit up, his breath hitching from the unexpected pain, the anaesthetic starting to wear off.

"For Christ's sakes, lie down for a second Jasper." Edward said in a mother like tone, other then the slight expletive.

"Fine." Jasper said in an exasperated voice, lying back on the bed.

"By the way, I'm driving you home." Edward said "Well actually to Mom's, she felt the need for a family lunch."

"And what about your car?"

"Bella dropped me off, and Alice knows about lunch, I called her when you were changing."

"Fine," Jasper groaned, lifting himself off the bed, Edward reached over to help. "No, I'm okay." And Edward stepped back.

Edward waited on the other side of curtain while Jasper changed, forcing himself not to go help him get dressed. As much as Jasper tried to hide any sort of pain, Edward could see it.

Jasper, walking with a slight limp, finally broke the silence on the way out to the car, "when was this lunch decided upon?" he asked Edward.

"Oh, at about 9:30 this morning."

"Well I guess it's a prime opportunity to tell everyone."

"Tell everyone about the test?!" Edward asked in disbelief.

"No," Jasper turned to him with almost a sad smile, "about the baby."

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