A/N Hey again! It has been FOREVER! So…what to talk about…
First I want to say that NO Bella is NOT going to end up in a romantic relationship with Carlisle. In my story Bella will be closer to Carlisle than in the book, and the relationship will be more like best friends than a Father/Daughter relationship…Does that make sense?
So! The answer to the riddle at the end of the last chapter!
His Breath!
Congrats if you got it right! Sorry if my German is off! I tried! :\
If you think I own Twilight, you are like Bellatrix in Harry Potter—she is slightly insane, and totally awesome! Sadly for me though, SM owns Twilight.
"Bella? Are you alright?" He was probably asking because I was staring off into space and haven't spoken for a good five minutes. I forced myself to focus onto him and smiled.
"I'm fine," I told him looking away again.
"You are a horrible liar," he informed me. "Is it your leg?" he questioned. I didn't answer, because I wasn't really listening. "Bella, you need to tell me if you feel dizzy or nauseous." When I still didn't answer he removed his hands and leaned forward so his face was not a foot away from me. "Bella, look at me."
"Sorry? Did you say something?" I asked focusing on him again.
"Yes, I've been talking to you for five minutes," I nodded and looked away once more. "Bella, talk to me,"
"It's nothing, trust me." I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes, to which he brushed them away with his thumbs.
"I am not daft," he told me, "I know when something is something."
"Tis' nothing, my lord," I attempted to draw out the language of his youth so as to distract him.
"My fair lady," Carlisle cooed, cupping my face in his hands. "Tell me what burdens you so. Tell me what troubles your heart."
"Is it normal?" I questioned, no louder than a whisper. "Is it normal for me to be in so much pain?" Through the tears I registered Carlisle's sympathizing smile.
"For vampires being away from your mate can cause you mild to severe pain. Take Esme and myself. At the moment it is only a dull throb, but we have been mated for nearly a century. You and Jasper however, are just approaching your mating season, thus the feelings are intensified," Carlisle paused, pondering something. "It is always possible that you two just have an extremely close bond."
"You say 'mating season' like it's a normal thing," I accused pitifully.
"For us, it is," Carlisle told me gently, placing a soft kiss upon my brow. "I know all this is new and strange to you, but know that you are taking it extremely well." I raised my eyebrows at him. "You haven't run away screaming yet have you?" I smiled and shook my head. "See! That's a positive thing."
"What else?" I asked him. "What else is normal for TrueMate couples?" Carlisle sighed,
"Are you sure you want to have this conversation with me and not Jasper?" I rolled my eyes and played with his fingers.
"You know I love you right?" I questioned.
"I love you to Isabella," I smiled softly at my full name. Usually I hated when people called me Isabella, with Carlisle English accent however, it sounded awesome.
"Yes, I would rather talk with Jasper…hell, all I really want right now his him…here…with me," I balled my hands into fists and squeezed my eyes shut. "It actually feels like someone tore my heart out…all because he isn't here." I laughed bitterly. "I know…I sound like some lovesick preteen when I say that."
"Yea…you kinda do," a voice called from the doorway. I looked up eagerly, nearly straining my neck in my impatience to see him. Jasper. A goofy, love-struck smile appeared on my face and he blurred to my side. I was so preoccupied in Jasper that I didn't notice Carlisle slip out silently.
He leaned down and claimed my lips in a heated kiss. I reached up to wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him on top of me. We had a good make out session before my leg started to throb. It was just about then that I realized that Jasper was growling loudly.
"Hey…" I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek. He nuzzled into the contact and closed his eyes. "Why are you growling?"
You smell like him. He thought to unhappily. I don't like it.
I smiled at him and kissed him gently, Don't forget, I am yours. Jasper's growl quieted at the reminder.
Thank God for that! I smiled and nodded against him, resting my cheek against his. We sat like that for a minute or two before I stared speaking,
"Jas?" he hummed in response, the sound of his growl nonexistent to my human ears. I could feel the vibration though! "Can we go back to your room?" Jasper leaned back to take in my expression before nodding. He crawled off of me and held his hand out for me to take. I smiled up at him, "Will you carry me?" He frowned and looked down at my legs, and I noticed how his eyes changed from a dark yellow to a smoldering black.
What happened? He asked squatting down to my eye level.
"I…um…broke my leg?" I mumbled. There was a loud roar and I was flying. Before I could form a coherent thought we were in Jasper's room and he had rearranged the furniture so the bed was in the farthest corner from the door. He set me gently down on the bed and stacked pillows beneath my bad leg. The previously nonexistent growling was now the loudest I've ever heard.
He made to sit down behind me but I held up a finger,
"I understand that you are furious," I said quietly, "But before you sit down will you please go down and get me some food? I'm really hungry." I looked up into his eyes and watched the internal battle happen. On one side there was the instinct to protect me in my state of pain; on the other side there was the instinct to provide for me. He stared deeply into my eyes for a good minute before replying,
"You are not to move," he told me quietly. "If you do move…there will be consequences, understand?" I nodded and leaned up to kiss his lips fiercely before feeling a gust of wind as Jasper disappeared.
I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of the sun brushing over my hand, warming up my skin. Euphoric smiles flashed across my face as I felt the beings in my womb shift his or her weight. My hand twitched, wanting to move up to my stomach and rest there, however I kept it were it was.
I highly doubted Jasper would ever raise his hand to me. Not only was I positive that he wasn't that type of man, but I was sure that he physically could not do anything to harm me. I kept my hand still because I saw in Jasper's eyes, a sort of desperation that told me that he was not comfortable with leaving me. I also saw trust, and I wasn't about to ruin that by moving my hand.
They're moving. I told Jasper happily.
What does it feel like?
I honestly cannot describe it. Wonderful I guess. Jasper appeared at my side then, he was hold a two bowls of-
"Skittles?" I asked disbelievingly. "Is that my food for the day?" Jasper rolled his eyes at me, the constant growling in his chest no quieter, preventing him from speaking verbally.
Of course not! He mentally chided me. What type of mate, let alone man, would I be if I only provided candy for my woman's meals?
"One of the best?" I asked reaching for the first bowl that held the chocolates. He held the bowl higher so I couldn't reach them,
What are you doing? Jasper asked, tilting his head to the side as if he was trying to put a puzzle together.
"Eating?" I questioned slowly, reaching once more for the chocolate. Jasper looked at me as if I grew two extra heads. "Please?" I tried, Jasper shook his head.
You can have as much as you want after you finish your lunch. Jasper told me, a smile planted on his delectable mouth. I rolled my eyes,
"Fine…but you need to do me something."
What is it? If you want the world, you have it. I winked at him,
You are so sexy! I complained. It's not fair! Will you go down to the basement and grab some yarn and a size 5 crochet needle? If I am having these kids in a few weeks I better get moving! Jasper set the candy down on the bed and disappeared once more.
What color do you want?
Purple, white, and blue. I replied confidently. He appeared at my side a second later, holding the chosen colors and needle.
"Thank you Jas." I reached for the string and he handed it to me willingly. I set the string at my side and reached up to stroke his flawless cheek. His eyes twinkled as he leaned down to place his lips on mine. The kiss was soft, hesitant, as if he felt he was going to break me. A surge of anger flashed through me as it reminded me of Edward and his kisses. Jasper pulled away and tilted his head to the side, his growling still preventing him from speaking.
What is it mein schatz?
"Don't you dare," I growled, "do that again." Jasper's face morphed into one of complete terror and I realized that he believed that I meant "Never kiss me again". I caressed his face with my fingertips as I let his mind drown in panic for around a minute before elaborating. "I understand that you do not wish you cause me pain, and as you are my mate that is something I expect. I however, will never tolerate that type of kiss again. That was hesitant, as if you are afraid of you breaking and it is too close to Edward's kiss." Jasper snarled at the mention of my husband.
SHIT! My mind exploded suddenly. I AM STILL MARRIED TO THE BASTERD! AND JASPER IS STILL MARRIED TO THAT BITCH! THAT MEANS…THAT MEANS…
"Oh my God," I whispered, horrorstruck at this revelation, all anger dissipated from my body. "I am no better than him. I…I…I cheated on my husband!" I pushed Jasper away from me and twisted hallway off the bed, my body heaving as I was overcome with a mixture of shock and shame. Jasper's growl intensified as I mentally slammed myself. After what seemed like hours of this Jasper finally interceded.
He pulled me up from the ball that was my body and proceeded to crawl up my body so he was straddling my waist, his arms on either side of my head, holding his weight.
You're wrong sweetheart. Jasper mentally told me in a surprisingly gentle voice. In the human world yes, you did have an affair. The thing is babe, you don't live in the human world. Within vampire society, we as a whole do not marry, for most of us find it beneath us to keep to the laws of the human world. We, that is the Cullen's and our cousins in Alaska, are the only ones that come to mind when I think of any of our species that does this.
When a vampire meets his mate, all ties he had to anyone else, are severed instantly. If he was married or in a relationship with another person that affiliation becomes null and void. Just as if it never occurred. The moment I accepted you as my mate my relationship with Alice disappeared just as the relationship you had with Dickward melted away into nothing. I looked deep into Jasper's eyes, waiting for a hint that he was lying.
What would have happened if I didn't accept you as my mate? I asked. He let out a pitiful keen and whimpered, lowering more of his weight down on me as if to assure him that I was there with him.
I would have grown sick and eventually died of a broken heart. I wouldn't be able to bear the fact that you were with him and not me…to the point where I would have sought my death. Even without you acknowledging the bond you would have felt an unquenchable longing for me. You would have become discontent with Edward and your marriage most likely would have dissolved. I sighed and nodded. He closed the three inch gap between our lips and kissed me passionately, my lips surrendering to him as our tongues battled for dominance.
He groaned quite suddenly and pulled away from me.
"Damnit! Your food is ready…" I smiled and leaned back. When he tried to capture my lips for the umpteenth time that day I shook my head.
"Go!" I commanded, pointing in the direction of the kitchen. "Feed me!" He stared deep into my eyes and I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Major Whitlock, you are disobeying a direct order. You move your sexy-as-hell ass now or there will be hell to pay!" Jasper rolled his eyes and moved from his perch on the bed. He saluted me and marched out the door.