Chapter 6. The last chapter and the epilogue are next. This is my favorite chapter! It made me cry to write it and I hope everyone likes it! Please give lots and lots of nice reviews because I'm sad – I was watching HP4 and Cedric died. *cries* Anyway, stay tuned for the epilogue and check out the poll on my profile! – Alice xoxo Oh, p.s., while re-reading this story, it's a lot like Sewing the Wounds. That story's in my favorites – check it out! And while your checking out stories, be sure to read Tie Me Down To This World. It's my favorite fanfic and it's also in my favorites!

Chapter 6: Why I Missed School On March 6th

I hate school. I always have. But it was my senior year now so in September, I decided to go back. Alice didn't, though. She decided after the baby was born she'd take night classes or study online.

So anyway, It was a normal Friday. I woke up at 6:30 AM, as usual. But only this time, Alice was awake when I got up.

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

"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?" She nodded and I kissed her forehead. "I love you."

She layed back down on my bed and I watched her eyes flutter as she fell back asleep.

First period was math. What a way to start the day – my least favorite subject. Today we were starting a new unit. Equations. Oh, fun! I thought sarcastically. We got homework that day and there was a little time at the end of class so I had a chance to get it started. But then the phone rang and the teacher answered it and I overheard the conversation.

"Hello?… Yes, he is. Ok, I'll let him know." She hung up the phone and then looked at me. "Jasper?" I looked up. "You're excused from classes today. Alice wants you at the hospital."

Hospital? My first thought was that she or the baby was hurt. Oh, God, I thought as the last verse of the song, Don't Take the Girl played though my head. I got my stuff and went out to my car and called my paretns.

"Hello?" my mom said when she answered the phone.

"What's the matter? Is Alice ok?" My voice shook. Was I crying? I wiped a hand across my eyes. Nope, I wasn't.

"Jasper. She's fine. She's just giving birth. Get down here. She's crying for you." Don't cry, Alice, I thought. Then I realized, that morning when she said she peed her pants, really, her water broke.

"Ok, I'll get down there. I'm on my way." I hung up my phone and made my way to the hospital as fast as I could without getting pulled over.

I made it there in about five minutes. I knew which room Alice was in because I heard her screaming my name from outside the closed door. I opened it and she smiled through her tears and red face. "Jazzy," she sighed.

Bella was also in the room. So was my mom. And the doctor, of course.

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

She smiled and squeezed my hand. "I love you."

After that, the rest was all screams. Alice would scream and squeeze my hand, causing me to scream. Alice was tiny but also very, very painful.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. Another scream. Not from me, or Alice. But from the baby that Alice – the love of my life – had just given birth to.

"It's a girl," the doctor said. Huh. So it wasn't the little boy that Alice had pictured. It was a girl. I had a daughter. Reality hit me in the face then and I became aware of the tears streaming from my eyes.

"What will we name you?" Alice asked the little baby in her arms. My baby. My daughter. The little girl who was beautiful even though she was all bloody. "Jazzlyn," I heard Alice whisper. "So she can still be Little Jazzy Junior. Jazzlyn," Alice looked around the room and her eyes landed on Bella. "Jazzlyn Isabella."

Bella smiled threw her tears and I knew exactly how she felt. It was an honor to have someone named after you.

"Do you want to hold her?" Alice asked me later that day as I looked at the birth certificate of my daughter. Jazzlyn Isabella Hale. I kept on saying the name over and over again in my head.

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

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

I smiled. I did love her. It was weird, the second I saw her, I loved her. Faster than I did when I saw Alice. "I do love her."

"Then commerce and hold her." I walked over to Alice and she placed the baby – my baby – in my arms. She was so tiny. Just like Alice.

Little Jazzy had a few honey-blonde curls on her head. The same color as mine. Her eyes were dark blue – like Alice's. She also had Alice's cute little nose that I wanted to kiss. So I did. "I love you, Jazzy. Princess," I said.

"Your crying, Jazzy," Alice whispered tiredly to me.

I nodded. "She's beautiful. Like you." Alice smiled even though her eyes were starting to close. "Go to sleep, Al. It was a long day." I watched as her eyes fluttered as she fell asleep like I did earlier that day. It seems so long ago now.

I sat down on the chair next to Alice's bed as I held Jazzlyn. Everything seemed too unreal. The beautiful girl in my arms – I helped make her. If it wasn't for me she wouldn't exist. And the love I felt for Jazzy – this morning I thought I had used all my love up on Alice. And now there's another living soul – another beating heart that I love irrevocably. Two girls who I love. Two girls who I want to have the best lives ever. Two girls who I want to shower with both material and non-material items. Two girls now – instead of just one – who I will be devoted to forever.

I looked over at Alice, who was smiling in her siesta, and kissed her before I kissed Jazzy. Two girls. Two girls who were my entire lives now.