I bet ya'll can't believe it but this is the last chapter. GASP! I'm sorry but it's all I wanted to write in Alice's POV. But ya'll should check out my other story, ShiftCommaThree and the story that I co-wrote Loving You, Loosing You. And it's sequel, I Loved You, I Lost You, Now I Found You. The link is on my profile! I hope you liked this story! – Alice xoxo. Ps, idk why but I wanted to tell you that I'm listening to my favorite song called Here Comes The Sun – The Beatles. And if you want to know why, then you'll have to read Tie Me Down to This World. The link for that is all over my profile, and it's in my favorites. Ok, Immona shut up now!

Chapter 4

Friday March 6th. The best day of my life. Also the most painful. I think it started like 5 minutes before Jazzy got up to go to school. I dropped out because I didn't want to be at school while I was pregnant. I'll go back when Little Jazzy Junior(which I decided to name my baby – after Jasper. The one person who I truly know with all of my heart loves me.)gets older.

Anyway, Jazzy was sleeping and was about to get up to get ready for school, when I felt a really strong pressure in my stomach. A different kind of pressure. Not like I had to pee or anything – I didn't even feel like I had to pee. But I got out of bed and went towards the bathroom just in case.

I got into the bathroom and it happened. I peed my pants. And it was weird. One – I didn't even have to pee. And two – it came out all weird. Like it dripped out a little. Not even enough to really notice. So I gave up and went back to be with Jazzy before he had to go to school.

I sat back down on the bed right when he woke up.

"What's the matter, baby? Go back to sleep," he asked.

"I'm ok, it's just, I think I peed my pants. Little Jazzy Junior sits right on my bladder."

"It's ok, sweetie. Are you going to go back to bed?" I nodded and he kissed my forehead. "I love you"

I was going to tell him that I loved him too but I had fallen back asleep.

I don't think I was sleeping for an hour when I woke up to the dampness in my pants. I wasn't all that wet, just more wet then I was before. I got out of bed and felt the dripping continue. Was I still peeing, or am I peeing again? Something was seriously wrong, if I had no control of my bladder what so ever.

I went down stairs to talk to Jasper's mom. I found her in the kitchen.

"Esme?" I asked. She looked up at me. "Something's wrong. I have no control over my bladder. I just keep peeing and it wont stop."

"Are you sure?" she asked, coming over to me and noticing the wetness that was growing in my pants. "Are you sure your water didn't break?"

"No, that's imposs – " My sentence was cut off by the worst pain in the history of forever, I think. I screamed in pain and leaned against the wall and slid down because I hurt to bad to stand. "What's happening to me? What's happening to Jazzy Junior?" I screamed.

Esme got down close to me and whispered, "The baby's fine, Alice. Its just time."

"Time?" I asked in denial. It wasn't time for anything, except for the pain to stop.

Bella – who had graduated last year and so didn't have to be in school – came rushing in. "Alice? What's wrong? I heard you screaming."

"It's time," Esme and I said at the same time. Then it hit me. It was time. Time for Little Jazzy Junior to be born. I started crying then.

"No," I whispered…

Esme held out her hand and I took it; she helped me up. "We got to get to the hospital." She began pulling me towards the door but I wouldn't let her. "What's the matter?"

"I want Jazzy," I said.

"He's at school, now, Alice. He can't come."

"Then I'm staying here until he gets home. I'm not going without him."

"We have to Alice, we have to." I gave up arguing and let her pull me to the car and we were on our way to the hospital.

"I want Jazzy," I said, crying, not too much longer. I was already checked into the hospital. The doctor came in often to check on me. I wanted Jazzy's dad to deliver my baby. But he was in Italy that week.

"I know, Alice. He should be here soon."

"Soon isn't fast enough! I want him now," I cried. "Jazzy." Almost as if on cue, the door opened. And there he was. I felt so much better, as if some of the pain disappeared just because he was in the room. "Jazzy."

"Yeah, Ali, sweetheart. I wasn't going to miss the birth of my baby's baby. My baby," he said.

I smiled and took his hand. "I love you."

I probably screamed more times that day than any other day in my entire life. Jazzy held my hand the whole time, even though I squeezed it so hard I swore I heard cracking sounds. He just kept telling me how much he loves me.

Then out of nowhere, I heard it. The cry of a newborn baby. My baby. Mine and Jazzy's baby. Little Jazzy Junior…

"It's a girl," the doctor said.

Wait…What? A girl? She was still beautiful. And now she was in my arms. Mine. Mine. All mine. (Ok, she was Jazzy's too. But still.)

"What will we name you?" I said to her. "Jazzlyn. So she can still be Little Jazzy Junior. Jazzlyn," I looked around the room and my eyes landed on Bella. Bella was the first person who found out I was pregnant. Hell, she found out before I did. "Jazzlyn Isabella." Jazzlyn Isabella Hale… My daughter…

I looked over at Jazzy – wow, I'm going to start having to call him Jasper now that Jazzy is also my daughter's name – and he had tears in his eyes. But I didn't say anything.

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"Do you want to hold her?" I asked Jazzy – Jasper – tiredly. He looked at me.

"She's so tiny. What if I hurt her?"

I shook my head. "You wont hurt her. Not if you love her."

He smiled. "I do love her," he said.

"Then commere and hold her." He came over and I very carefully place his baby in his arms.

He kissed her little baby nose and whispered, "I love, Jazzy. Princess." I wanted to start crying at the way he said that but instead, he was the one to start crying.

"You're crying, Jazzy," I said, my eyes getting heavy.

He nodded. "She's so beautiful. Like you." He looked at me and I smiled. My eyes closed a little. "Go to sleep, Al. It was a long day." I let sleep wash over me and in a few seconds I was gone, in my own dreamland…

I woke up to the sound of a baby crying. I looked and saw that Jazzy was still holding Jazzlyn. And the whimpering was coming from her. He looked at me.

"Sorry. Why is she crying? Is she ok?" He asked.

I nodded. "I'm sure she is. She's just a baby." I held out my arms so I could take her and Jazzy gave her to me. She stopped crying as soon as I was holding her.

"Well," Jazzy said. "We make cute kids. Wanna have more?"

I laughed tiredly. "Nooo. I'm not having sex for a long time. Look what happened last time. Not that I don't love her."

"Someday?" he asked hopefully.

I nodded. "Yeah. After we're married…"

"You want to get married?" He asked. I was too tired to answer. I felt the weight being lifted out of my arms and the slight pressure of my forehead being kissed. "We'll talk about it some other time," were that last words that I heard.