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"How was your sleep?" he hushed.

"What time is it?" I groaned.

"2 AM," he whispered, his voice almost trembling. "Rose, how long have you been pregnant?"

I sat up, "About a month and a half. I only found out a week ago."

"What exactly did Royce say when he found out?"

It was so hard to think of that moment again…that gruesome moment when Royce denied something I have learned to love in a matter of days. "He didn't say a word. Later that night, I woke up and he was already gone."

Jasper's fists clenched. His eyes were full of anger.

"Don't worry, Jazz. I don't need him in my life." I felt something block my throat. No, I needed him now for support. But I have no choice; he left me to overcome this period alone.

"You're only saying that now. What will you do when your baby comes?"

I smiled and held his hand. "I know you'll be there to help me, even Alice and Esme. I know you'll all help me go through with it." I paused and remembered Bella. "Bella could even give me some motherly tips."

"I just hope I won't stumble to that Royce…I could kill him if I see him again."

Seeing Jasper like this, hurt and angry, was so much painful for me. I felt like he was absorbing the feelings I've been trying to hide. Jasper and I have a mutual connection – something we had since we were babies. The other twin's feelings will reflect on the other twin. That's what bound us together.

"What are you going to name the baby?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I haven't thought about that yet. I don't even know the baby's gender."

Jasper sighed, his frustrations rolling off of him. "I didn't know you wanted a baby."

I smiled slightly and placed my hand on my stomach. "Neither did I. But when I found out, I was like…changed."

"I want you to be happy, Rose. Don't get me wrong – I'm happy that you're having a baby – but haven't you thought of what you'd tell your child when he or she asks you about their father? Could you really cope up with that without the father of your child?"

I locked my gaze onto Jasper, "Jazz, I know you'll help get through with this. Promise me that."

He let out a sigh, "I promise. I should probably go now; Alice might be looking for me. Go back to sleep." He kissed my forehead and left the room.

I felt a hundred different emotions burst out of me as I watched my brother get out of my room. Even if his back was turned on me, I could see his remorseful look. I know Jasper inside and out. I started to cry again as I felt pity for myself. I, beauty queen, was left by my fiancé to bring up our child on my own. What kind of stuck-up life is that?

Suddenly, I felt a nudge on my belly. I thought I was imagining things, but the nudging continued.

"Oh my!" I hushed, "Well, hello there." I would probably sound nuts, talking to my belly and all. But I also find this moment cute and comforting. My baby wants me to stop crying. I actually smiled genuinely for the first time since Royce left. I can't help but giggle at the thought of my baby comforting me.

"Blythe…" I whispered. "Do you like that? If you're a girl, that's what I'll name you. Classic." I told my baby. "And Jazz, after your uncle Jasper, if you're a boy."

The connection I felt with my baby became stronger, and I realized I've always wanted this more than anything else.

I couldn't be any happier than this moment. My baby, I know for sure, is the only hope I have left to try to live a happy life.