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Soirees and Sentencing
JPOV:
I watched as my classmates clamored around, happy, anxious and grateful. Prom was this Friday, meaning we had less than a month left. I couldn't understand how everyone could be so happy that this was almost over.
Not that I like school. Fuck no. I'd much rather be at home, between Mar's thighs... Now is not the time to think of that!
"Whitlock, Jasper," a voice called from my left. I nodded my head in response to the chick that was handing out the faux cap and gowns. She handed it to me and I scoffed. Why they thought we'd want pictures in this with the rolled up scrap of paper before we had our diplomas was beyond me.
I suppose my outlook on things would be different if the circumstances were different. If I didn't have to leave, I'm sure I would gladly wear this crap and smile for my picture like everyone else. Hell, I'd be just as excited that the arrival of prom being so close meant that graduation was soon and I could leave this prison.
But no, instead of leaving one prison to enjoy life with my fiancée, I'm forced to go to another prison and leave her behind.
I know; it was naive of me to think my dad could pull strings, have me do the training and shit close to home.
Last week we all went to the base; me, Mar, dad, and ma. Dad thought it might be better to talk with his superior than a recruiter. The minute he confirmed that I would be shipped off to the Great Lakes Naval Training Center for eight weeks, I almost wished Mar stayed home that night.
I knew she would have to know where I was going and for how long, I just wasn't expecting her to have to hear it from someone else.
But it was official. Two weeks to the day of graduation, I am to be on a flight with nothing more than twenty five dollars, the required documents, and the clothes on my back, heading to Michigan.
Do I regret what I did to James? No. Even knowing what I know now? No. If I could go back to that day, would I do it again...? That is the million dollar question. A part of me wants to say yes, because not only can he not hurt Mary, but he can't hurt anyone else either. But, in doing so... I helped him hurt Mary. So maybe the answer is no... But then there's no telling who he would have hurt next.
The flash from the camera went off, and I removed the cap, tossing it unceremoniously on the table. It's time for me to man up and stop being a bitch about this. I did the fucking crime, time to pay the price and do my fucking time, and enjoy every minute I have with Mar.
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APOV:
Prom. Short for promenade which means: a leisurely walk in a public place as a social activity. It also means a formal dance... Who would've thought that I would end up going to both my junior and senior proms with the same guy? The very same guy I had fallen in love with when I was still a kid? Lord knows I never did, but here I was, my second prom, my last prom, and I was going with the love of my life and my soon to be husband.
Oh my God, I'm gonna marry Jasper!
Yeah, it's been a little over four months since he proposed and I was still on cloud nine because of it. I couldn't wait to be Mrs. Jasper Whitlock, even if the kids in school were being catty and snide when talking about it.
I already had my wedding dress bought, the colors picked out and our mothers were doing everything else. In comparison, prom was a relatively small deal. Jasper and I were getting a hotel room after and planning on spending some alone time together with room service since he was leaving so soon.
I was sad that Jasper was leaving for eight weeks, it made me feel miserable to even think about it, but I knew his family was going to be around to help me get through it. As for my sexual needs, Jasper did jokingly buy me a toy. It was smaller than him on a whole, but it was purple, and it SPARKLED. Yeah. It was quite possibly the prettiest vibrator I had ever seen.
He made me swear not to do anything with his dad, or his dad and his mom together. First, as if I had a chance and second, what kind of kinky shit does he think his parents do? Boy has watched way too many pornos.
I guess he's still butthurt over my crush on his dad when we were kids.
The day of prom had come way too fast and I found myself in the room with a rather moody Rosalie, and a worried looking Bella. "What is up with you two?" I asked as I carefully painted on the makeup I would be wearing for the day.
Bella shrugged and looked over at Rose who seemed to have ignored me completely.
"Fine don't tell me and you bitches can just get the fuck out of my room while you're at it." I scowled at them both with my hands on my hips.
Bella glared at Rose who stopped dead in her tracks, gaping at me. "What? You think I'll just sit here and be happy when y'all keep secrets from me and shit?"
Bella shook her head, "No, I told Rose to tell you."
Rose rolled her eyes. "You only fucking know cause you had to get the smelling salt for the dumb ape," she growled.
I sighed and looked over at them; they needed to just come out with it already. "I can't read minds you know."
Bella lifted her eyebrow at Rose just as she sighed. "I didn't want to say anything 'cause you've got your own shit to deal with..." Rose trailed off.
"Oh! For the love of God, Rose!" Bella huffed. "Here's the skinny, Miss. Thing over there is knocked up by your brother. Your brother, being the guy he is wanted to tell your mom and dad." Bella rolled her eyes before continuing. "So she tells Em, it's not his."
My jaw fell open, "What?!"
Rose finally stopped pacing and collapsed on my bed. "We're only going to prom together 'cause he put so much into it... Ali I think we're done," she gave a shaky laugh. "And here I thought I was helping him..."
"Rose here thought that by not telling you, she was helping you too, since we know you and Jay are trying to be stress free with the wedding and him having to leave and all," Bella shrugged, explaining Rose's actions.
I just gaped at them, no wonder Em had been gone so much and when he was home he was drunk or grouchy. "Rosalie, why would you do that? Lie to my brother?"
"Because I was scared! We don't have what you and Jay have. Don't get me wrong, I love Emmett, I just... Alice he was going to tell your parents!"
"So? What would they do Rose?" I asked, flailing my arms wildly.
"Gee I don't know, maybe make things a bit harder on you and Jay. You know the saying Alice, shit rolls down stream, guess who's at the end of that stream in their eyes." She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Guys, really? Our last formal and you two want to bitch each other out?" Bella asked getting between us.
"They wouldn't do shit to me," I shoved Bella out of the way. "You did this 'cause you were scared and you blame my brother, honestly what would my parents do? I'm getting married in less than six weeks; it doesn't matter if I get pregnant!"
"I would never blame Emmett! Yes I'm fucking scared, but I don't blame him. I'm the one that decided to not use the damn condom!"
"Well then why are you lying to him? You broke his heart? Can't you see that?" Now that I knew about the situation the pain Emmett was in was fairly obvious.
"Honestly, I didn't think he would believe me as quickly as he did," she said softly looking down. "I didn't want him to throw his damn future away cause of me."
"Oh! Because making himself a man-whore and a drunk is so much better." I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want me to say Alice? I fucked up, I know I did."
"Um. Lemme think.... tell him the truth?"
"Why would he think I'm telling him the truth now Ali," she looked up at me with tear filled eyes. "I lied to him, how is he gonna believe me now?"
"Cause I know he wants to believe you Rose, he trusts you."
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JPOV:
"Dude, what is up with you?" I asked Emmett as he finished off another beer in the last ten minutes. He and Edward came to my place to get ready for the big dance, where we would then take the limo to get the girls and head to Port Angeles for the night. I knew Edward was feeling antsy 'cause he had considered making himself a man tonight, although he has still yet to confirm the plan of action. I was just anxious to see my girl's reaction to the room I got us.
Yes, I did the cliché thing and paid extra to get the room done up with roses and candles and all that other romantic bullshit you see in the movies. Hell, dad even let me charge his card for a bottle of champagne.
But for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what Emmett's deal was. He didn't want to race, play poker, none of the shit we normally do. Sure he and Rose had a shouting match one day a few months back, but as far as I could tell, they were fine now.
I tilted my head at Edward to see if he would give me an answer since Emmett was doing his silence thing. "I think its cause Rosalie wants him to wear a pink tie." Edward shrugged.
Emmett scoffed, "Yeah, that's totally it bro," he rolled his eyes.
I shook my head at Edward. "Em... man... What's eating at you?" Even I knew it had nothing to do with the pink tie.
"Rosalie's pregnant," his voice was soft. Edward spun to face his brother so fast I swear he looked like a blur.
"What?! Does mom and dad know?!" Edward demanded.
"No. It's not mine..." Emmett took another pull of his bottle.
I scoffed, "Like hell it ain't yours. The only time you two ain't together is when you have to piss or she's out with Mar."
"She says it ain't mine," he shrugged. "So she's either tellin' the truth, or she doesn't want it to be mine."
"Or she's keeping you from renigging on that scholarship you got," I suggested before furrowing my eyebrows at Ed. "What the hell? You style your hair to get it that crazy?"
"I only did that shit for her and she knows it." Emmett started, but Edward cut in.
"I rub my head against the couch... Bella likes it," Ed shrugged.
I pointed at Ed while laughing. "Dude, you're a freak." I was about to address Emmett when someone knocked on the door. Who the fuck? "Don't matter if you did it for her or not," I told him as I opened the door but stopped talking.
Rose was standing at the door staring down as her feet, and everything about her posture said she wasn't happy. "Why aren't you in your dress, Doll Face?"
She looked up at me, her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were stained with tears. "Is he here?"
"Em? Oh yeah he's here," I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the frame of the door. "Why'd you do it?" I asked.
Her eyes darted past me -to Emmett most likely- before looking back at me. "That's none of your business."
I quirked my eyebrow up at her. "He's my best friend Rose, you'd be on my ass if I did something like this to Alice, don't expect anything different." She sighed and rolled her eyes in response. "Ah, there's the bitch we know and love," I said coldly before looking back over my shoulder at Em. "Yo, Big E, visitor."
"Sup, King Jay?" Emmett slurred his words a little then I felt him come to a stop just behind me. "Hey, uh... you feelin' okay?" he asked Rosalie.
I gave her a pointed look as she shook her head. "No Em... I'm not. Can we go talk?"
"I dunno, can we talk?" his voice was rather curt.
She bit into her lip and nodded. "I really need to talk to you Emmett..." I looked over at Em and back to Rose; clearly both of them were hurting.
"Then talk," he sounded, tired, if anything.
"Come talk to me in the car?" she asked.
I shook my head. "You two chat here, limo is gonna be here in twenty," I said pushing off the door frame. I patted Em on the shoulder. "You gonna be okay man?" I asked him quietly.
Em shrugged. "Where you goin' man?" he kept his voice quiet.
"Let you two talk this out... you want me to hear this?" I asked him.
"I don't care," he shrugged again.
I nodded and looked back at Rose. "Where's your dress?" She looked confused before pointing back at her car. "Get it, and then get your ass in here." I looked over at Em, probably one of the few times I'd ever seen him depressed. "Emmett, go sit down before you pass out." I instructed before going to Ed. "Do me a favor, call Mar, let her know that Rose is gonna get ready here but she's gonna need her to work her magic in the limo for the make-up."
"Kay," Emmett mumbled as he shuffled over to the couch and Edward gave me a funny look.
"You sound like a chick dude."
"Says the freak that humps girls in my closet. Do it. Now."
He pulled his cell out, "she liked it." he stated tartly before pulling the phone up to his ear.
I snorted at him. "Again, freak," I laughed pushing him just as Rose came back in the door.
I stood off to the side, far enough to give them privacy but close enough that I could hear them as I got dressed. Rose sat down next to Emmett and immediately put her arms around her waist in a defensive manner.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Yeah?" it was stated as a question.
"Yeah, I'm sorry that I lied to you. I'm sorry that I made you think that I was with someone else, that I wanted someone else. I'm sorry that you're gonna be a father whether you're ready or not..." she wiped at her face before sitting in her protective position again. "I'm sorry that I hurt you."
"I'm sorry you did too," he said quietly, he seemed to be thinking. "So... Is it mine? The baby I mean?" he asked almost afraid to know the answer.
She nodded. "Yeah, you're the only one I've been with, in three years Em..."
"Why'd you lie to me Rosie," I heard the leather of my couch squeak and looked over to see Emmett had moved himself so he could look at Rosalie.
"As lame as it sounds?" she chuckled sadly. "To protect you. I didn't want you to give up everything for me when it was my fault."
I looked over at Ed as I tied my tie, silently asking him if he's catching this. He nodded and shook his head quietly.
"I only do things for you, I mean, I'm not even supposed to graduate for another year Rosie, but I'm graduating this year 'cause I want to join you in college."
"I know baby... and I'm so proud of you... I just didn't want you to regret things later. So I did the only thing I knew how... I lied."
"Therefore ruining all my plans?" he sounded pretty incredulous. Edward glanced over out the corner of his eye.
"What? No!" She sounded insulted, making me groan audibly enough that she glared at me.
"I planned my whole life around you Rosie!" his voice was aggravated. "I'm graduating early, going to your college, after my freshmen year I'm gonna move in with you into your apartment. We have this baby it doesn't really change things, other than we can move into family housing and live like a family right off."
"Well I didn't expect you to believe me as quickly as you did! I planned my whole life around you too, you know. That's why I was gonna drop out of fucking college, because I thought you didn't want me anymore. Fuck for all I know you still don't want me anymore, and tonight is nothing but show." She groaned and put her head in her hands. "God who am I kidding? I'm just a dumb fucking blonde."
"Hey, I resemble that remark," I joked trying to ease the tension in the room. Jesus Christ I wish the limo would get here already.
"Who said I don't want you?" Emmett asked, clearly ignoring my comment.
"You did, you stormed out, didn't call me to let me know you got home okay... nothing for a week. Then I get a call, you're drunk and wanted to make sure I remembered prom."
"I said that I couldn't be with someone who was a cheater," he argued.
"Right and because you believed the lie, you don't want me," she pointed out. I cleared my throat and tapped my watch signaling that it was time for them to hurry the fuck up and get ready.
"Why do you always assume shit?" he asked as he stood up and began rushing around to get dressed.
"I'm not assuming anything Emmett Cullen! You haven't said anything otherwise," she snapped as she pushed her way into the bathroom and slammed the door.
I gave a low whistle and shook my head. Women...
"Gah, I swear to God if I didn't love pussy so much I'd be gay." Emmett mumbled as he grabbed his tie from my dresser. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
"Em, can you come in here and help me?" Rose asked as she poked her head out of the bathroom.
"Sure," he sighed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
"Wow," I said shaking my head in disbelief.
"What?" Edward asked, messing with his hair for what seemed to be the billionth time that day.
"You do realize you're gonna go bald if you keep that shit up?" I shook my head at him. I needed a cigarette after Rose and Em's little show.
Edward stared at me wide eyed. "What?" he gasped.
I laughed, "True story man. My Pappy Whitlock went bald by the age of thirty." I was so full of shit. Pappy Whitlock has a full head of hair. I walked over to the bathroom and tapped my knuckles against the door, just as something went crashing in the bathroom. "You break it you buy it fuckers!" I warned them. "Ya'll okay in there?" I asked after a minute.
"Yeah," Emmett gasped. "Fine." I heard Rosalie giggle.
I just shook my head. "Make it quick brotha, limo in three..." I grabbed Alice's corsage off my desk and started outside. "I'm getting a smoke before the limo's here," I told Edward. He nodded at me while fixing his tie.
When we got to the Cullen house, Bella and Mar rushed down stairs to grab Rose. I quirked an eyebrow up at Mar in question, and she quickly gave me a kiss before explaining that they were gonna do Rose's make-up really quick.
So I made myself comfortable on the couch next to my dad. My parents decided to do the picture thing with the Cullen's since we picked the girls up here.
I hadn't noticed that I was being fidgety until dad smacked my knee. "Stop bouncing, it's not like Carlisle hates you," he joked.
I looked at my watch and sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm just anxious to spend time with Mar," I explained.
He nodded. "Well, you kids have fun tonight. And remember your check out time is fourteen hundred hours on Sunday."
I gaped at him. He and Ma agreed to one night, not the whole damn weekend. He laughed at my reaction. "You're welcome," he smiled before getting up just as the three girls came down the stairs. I immediately went to Mar, whatever was making me nervous and fidgety was gone the instant I touched her.
"You look beautiful," I told her softly before kissing the skin under her ear.
She smiled, "you look almost perfect."
"What?" I pulled back to make sure my shirt was tucked in.
"Your tie," she said moving closer to me, "here I'll fix it."
I smiled down at her as she fixed it for me. "Already doing you wifey job huh?" I teased.
"Yeah, I guess I am," she smiled up at me brightly.
The sound of a shutter going off took my attention from Mar, mom and Esme had decided then was the perfect opportunity for a Kodak moment. "Ma, seriously?" I asked her.
"Oh hush, you two were so cute wrapped up in that little bubble ya'll have that we had to get it on film," she explained as Esme nodded in agreement.
I rolled my eyes. Mothers.
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APOV:
Prom was, in a word, perfect. Rosalie and Emmett seemed to mend that little...incident... and bounced early. Something about needing to "talk". Yeah, the way they were acting I doubt talking was the first thing on their minds.
Jasper seemed perfectly content just dancing the night away, our eyes locking, gentle pecks, him kissing my knuckles. I could only image it was almost like what our wedding dance was going to be. It was nice to not care what other people thought, it was just us, one of our last high school memories together and I was happy that I only left his arms once the entire time and that was to go to the bathroom with Bella.
Apparently Edward had stolen Jasper's (okay well maybe it wasn't that original) idea of getting a room for the night. Edward had plans that Bella would finally make him a man, I hope it worked. Cause the sexual tension between Bella and Edward was almost unbearable.
The limo we all rode in dropped Bella and Edward off first, he reserved at room at the Hilton. They both seemed pretty anxious when they were dropped off. Jasper had been nuzzling my neck and being all cuddly while we were taking Bella and Edward to their place, so the minute they were gone I turned my head and kissed him gently. He cupped my cheek and kissed me with an equal amount of desire and love, there was no rushing this kiss, and it was all slow intensity. My hands around his neck, one hand on my chin, the other on my lower back, a burn in the pit of my stomach building.
He moved the hand on my chin lower, brushing his knuckles against my exposed sternum, his fingertips brushing against the side of my breast. He stopped kissing me to look at his hand, watching as he moved it up and down.
He smiled before looking up at me. "We've got the whole weekend to ourselves..."
Nice. I thought, knowing exactly how we were gonna spend our time, then it hit me, this was our honeymoon since we weren't going to have one. I smiled at him, pressing my chest closer to his hand, "Are you excited?"
"Yeah... very excited." He sounded conflicted, like happiness mixed with a touch of sadness.
"You know I'd honestly think that the sight of me in this yellow Valentino dress with a down to here," I pointed to the bottom of the plunge which ended just above my belly button, "neckline, you wouldn't be able to think about anything that would make you sad."
He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, no, the dress is definitely a good thing." He pressed his lips to mine. "Sorry, I won't think about it anymore, just us."
"Good," I smirked. That was all I wanted him to think about.
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The hotel room was beautiful, there were rose petals everywhere, lit candles, and champagne. It was fairly evident we had gotten the honeymoon package. I would've looked closer, but Jasper decided he was going to take me on the nearest surface he could find which just so happened to be the console near the door.
The minute we stepped inside and he got his coat off he turned me to face him. His lips pressed hard and furious against mine, tongue demanding entrance into my mouth, his hands roaming my body. The slow heat that was building before was making my entire body tingle with heat and I sighed with relief when his hands slid under my top to grope my breasts.
His lips slid along my jaw, placing haphazard kisses here and there as he made his way to the valley of my breasts, I leaned back onto my elbows to give him better access. His tongue darted out and licked one exposed side of my breast as hiked my skirt up and wrapped my legs around him, I needed him before I imploded and the things his tongue was doing was only fanning the heat inside a little hotter.
"Please Jazz..." I panted, moving my hand so I could fist his hair and push his face closer to my chest. He grunted his response and I watched as he fumbled around for his wallet and then pulled out a silvery package before tossing the wallet to the side.
He moved his head up, his lips completely distracting me as I felt his fingertips brush against my nether region then something firm and large pushing against me. My eyes fluttered shut as he entered me, his thrusts urgent; his lips were passionate and hard. I struggled to match his rhythm, wishing the dress hadn't cost so much so I wouldn't care about ripping it.
After a few rough moments we found a rhythm. Our groans, the rustling sounds of fabric, and the console hitting the wall made for a beautiful symphony. He pushed one of my breasts free of its confines and attacked it with his lips, suckling and nibbling like his life depended on it. His free hand groped at the fabric near my hip thrusting furiously and hitting that one spot inside me over and over again till the heat inside me exploded, blinding me and when I came to Jasper was slumped against my chest, panting like he'd just ran a marathon.
He smiled and looked up at me. "Wanna take a long hot bath with me?"
"Sure," I said breathlessly then laughed.
He brought his lips mere inches from mine. "I love you, Mar," he said softly before kissing me just as gently as he was in the limo.
"I love you too..." I smiled happily and hugged him to me.
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JPOV:
I was having such a great time with Mar that I didn't want the weekend to end. We spent all weekend completely wrapped in one another. Only joining the real world twice, once so Mar could check on Peanut, and another time 'cause I did not come prepared for a full weekend.
Yeah, buzz kill when you realize at two a.m. that you've used up your last condom.
But regardless of the fact, I was grateful that my dad had extended our stay. Giving us the honeymoon before the wedding.
Oh and note to self: I am so getting us a house with a fire place.
Of course with all good times, the bad things start to seep in. More specifically, my self doubt. Emmett got a kick out of seeing me doubt everything, but he was in the same boat when it came to Rose.
Between Mar and I having cake tastings and registries to make, graduation snuck its way in there.
I felt like I was walking a very thin line with everything. Afraid to put a single toe out of place. I had spent many nights contemplating if I should just cash in the money I saved over the years in Mar's old can and take us away from the States. Italy would be good... I think.
But I knew if I went AWOL, I would not only have my family breathing down my neck, but a warrant for my arrest. I'm too pretty for prison, just sayin'.
The thing that bothered me the most about this situation is everything was rushed, and it didn't seem fair to Mar. The stress of putting the wedding together and getting myself ready for Naval training made certain members of the Cullen family think I was getting cold feet. This was the farthest thing from the truth. I want to marry Mar, have a future with her, hell maybe have kids some day. But I didn't want to rush her into all this.
She swears up and down that she wouldn't have it any other way. But seriously? When you think about it, Mary and I will be husband and wife for less than twenty hours before I have to leave her again.
And there's the biggest problem. Leaving her. I didn't want to leave her. Hell, I even tried to talk her into moving to Michigan so we could be closer. The same city is better than half-way across the country. Or at least that's what I had convinced myself.
Of course dad and ma knew better. Dad kept saying that financially it wouldn't make sense.
"She'll have access to my pay while I'm there, I added her to my account." I tried to reason.
"We can help her adjust to life as a military wife. I can take her on the base here and get her used to shopping at the coms," mom rebutted. "She'll be alone in Michigan. At least with her here, you know she'll be taken care of and won't be lonely because she will still have her friends and family here."
I knew they were right. They would make sure she was happy. Safe.
But as I said, graduation was upon us. It was strange to sit with the rest of the graduating class and just observe them before the actual ceremony. Nervous anticipation, relief, and utter astonishment seemed to radiate off of everyone.
I wrapped my arms tighter around Mar as she sat in my lap, happily talking to her friend Angela about her plans for college. A part of me wondered what Mar's plans where, since neither one of us talked about it. Would she be going to school while I was gone or was she going to wait until I was given a more permanent assignment?
Either way I didn't care. As long as she was happy, that's all that mattered.
I looked up to see Mar looking at me over her shoulder. "Huh?" I asked her looking from her to Angela as she laughed at my response.
"I just asked what you were thinking about."
"Uh... that I don't trip while marching?" I offered. Oh shit, I forgot about color guard, I thought while groaning. "Baby, did you bring my uniform by chance?"
She laughed, "Yes I did and you'll do fine," she said, kissing my temple. "Angie wanted to know if you were nervous about getting married."
I smiled wide at Angela. "Nope, it's one of the few things I'm sure about," I told her with a wink, before looking at Mar. "And see this is a good thing, cause I'd forget my head without you." I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I need to run like hell and get dressed. Is it in the car?"
"Yep," she smiled and got off my lap.
I grabbed her keys from her purse and ran like the cops were after my ass to her Porsche. Sure as shit, there laid my uniform in the back, my shoes next to it on the floor board. "Damn she's good..." I muttered as I grabbed them about and ran to men's locker room.
After the quick change and handing my clothes to my mom, I ran out to meet with the rest of my squad, silently cursing that I spaced this.
The sound of the band warming up was a sign that it was game time. "You nervous, Whitlock?" Conty the squad captain asked. Seriously what is up with everyone asking me this today?!
I gave her my best smile. "No ma'am, glad it's finally over." She laughed and nodded in agreement before calling us to attention.
As we marched out in front of everyone, I scanned the crowd for the one face I needed to see. She smiled wide and winked at me. I bit my cheek to resist the urge to wink back. She wasn't happy with that response because before I knew it she jumped up and whistled, a few girls cheering her on, while other classmates laughed. Emmett tugged at her gown to get her to sit but laughed.
After the fan fare and what not, we were told to put the cap and gown over the uniform -this is how you know it's the wanna be military- and join our class.
Name after name was called, endless faces blurring as each of us got our diplomas. The dread I was feeling earlier seemed to have washed away. One of many things that was keeping me and Mar apart was completed.
By the time Angela had her speech as our valedictorian, I was anxious to get the fuck out of here. After all, I gotta help Mary move in. Thank God.
Of course when her name was called to walk the stage I showed her the same courtesy she showed me when I was presenting the flag earlier by cat calling and wolf whistling the whole time. I may have even shouted "that's my girl," but if you didn't hear it, I ain't admitting shit.
But it was done and over. We were graduated. The minute Angela asked us to join her in throwing our caps, I was out of my seat and heading to Mar. I grabbed her around the waist as yellow caps flew up around us and kissed her. Regulations be damned.
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APOV:
I awoke like so many times before with my fingers tangled in messy blond hair, sadly this would be the last time in a very long time I would be able to. I looked over at the clock, I had no idea why I woke up, and I had barely gone to sleep a few hours ago. I snuggled in closer to Jasper, my husband as of twelve hours ago.
My husband!!! I somehow managed to suppress the urge to squeal and jump around happily.
The wedding had been beautiful, April and my mom pulled it off beautifully, yellow and white blending in seamlessly with the green foliage of my parent's backyard and the white siding of the house. He was planning on shaving his head before all this, but I begged him to keep it, just for a little while, because I would miss running my fingers through it.
I was glad he listened to me, he looked downright dashing in his suit, no scratch the dashing part... he looked hot, really hot. I was glad that Pastor Webber liked doing short ceremonies 'cause I wasn't sure how long I would be able to stand there, with the way Jasper looked and the way he was gazing at me, without kissing him.
I barely lasted as it was. When we finally did seal our marriage with the kiss I felt like I was starved for it, but thankfully Emmett was there to nudge us back to Earth when we were getting a little too into it for polite company.
After that we took about a million pictures with the photographer who said I would get the pictures in about a month's time. I was happy about that cause that meant we could decorate our new place once Jasper got back. I really couldn't wait to move in and start my life with him.
Once we left, his parents tailing us with their SUV loaded with our wedding gifts, it was just Jasper and me. His parents didn't bother us, I guess suspecting that we were planning on making our last night together for awhile a memorable one, and that it was. We just spent hours in each other's arms, caressing, holding each other, making love, kissing, it was peaceful. When we finally went to sleep we were both exhausted.
Which is why it was so odd that I had woken up now. I placed my hand on his chest and instead of the calm rhythm I had been expecting, his heart was beating frantically. I looked up at his face and his eyes were wide, his brow furrowed with worry.
"Jazzy, are you okay?" I asked, pushing myself up on my elbow so I could look at his face easier.
"Yeah... Just thinkin'," he gave me a small smile. "You need to get some sleep Mar'... long day."
"Are you sure, I know you're freaked out about something..." I ran my free hand down his chest, stopping to play with the line of hair at his navel.
"Yeah, I've just got things runnin' in my head about training and shit," he explained as he slowly ran his hand up and down my back.
"It'll be okay, you'll be back before you know it," I smiled then kissed his sternum.
"Two months is a long damn time..." he mused.
My hand traveled south slowly as I leaned down to pepper his chest with kisses, flicking one of his nipples with my tongue. "Then let's not waste any time," I winked at him.
He laughed, "What my wife wants, she gets..." He pulled me up to kiss me.
"Just remember that," I smirked at him before straddling him. His hands moved down to my hips where he moved me into place and I moaned as I brushed against him.
I guess I woke up for round ten.
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JPOV:
I didn't get a wink of sleep, not that I'm complaining. I just couldn't sleep. Between the long list of shit I had to make sure I brought with me, worrying how Mar was gonna cope with me gone, to the adrenaline that still pumped through my veins from the wedding, I couldn't sleep. There was just no way that was going to happen.
I can just sleep on the plane.
I got up before Mar did, leaving her sleeping peacefully in bed with Peanut curled up at her feet. I took a good few minutes watching her sleep. Committing the little things to memory, in hopes that they would make the next two months bearable. The way she would hum and sigh as she rolled over. The way she always put her right hand above her head when she slept on her back.
But most importantly, the way she would whisper my name in her sleep, as if I was what she dreamt about.
I kissed her softly before heading into the shower. I was determined to let her sleep in as late as possible. No point in us both being sleep deprived.
Once out of the shower, I headed up stairs. There was one person I had to say goodbye to now. Of course I found her in the kitchen, already over filled with baked goods.
"Couldn't sleep Ma?" I asked as I leaned against the breakfast bar.
She looked back at me briefly and I could already see her eyes were red and swollen from crying. "Oh this?" she laughed nervously. "No, I just figured you'd want some snacks for the flight, and Mary might want something sweet when she gets home."
"Momma..." I didn't get a chance to say anything else because she quickly dropped the spoon she was using and came over to me, hugging me tightly.
"You just be safe Jasper and come home to Mary, that's all I ask," she said softly.
I laughed lightly. "Ma... it's just training camp. The worst is the gas chamber. Dad said I'll be fine."
Mom pulled away and nodded. "I know. It's just... Oh never mind." She said waving her hand to dismiss the topic.
"Mom," I stopped her as she started to turn away. She looked at me with tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry I was such a screw-up as a kid... and uh... thank you for never giving up on me."
She smiled at me as her tears finally started to fall before patting my cheek. "I couldn't give up on you 'cause you're my baby boy. Go wake your wife up. Breakfast is ready."
I woke Mar up, telling her that breakfast was ready. She nodded but didn't move. I still had to call Emmett and Edward and tell them goodbye. They both knew it was coming, I just didn't tell them when. Edward seemed to have known today was the day. He promised to let me know if Mar was up to any shenanigans with my dad. I half expected Mar to huff at that, but she didn't. She just laughed and cuddled closer to me.
Emmett was harder to talk to about this. It was almost as if he didn't want to accept what was happening. No it's not like I was going off to war, but we all silently knew that once I was enlisted, that could always be a possibility. He was hurt that I didn't ask him to come to the airport with us, after all he was my best man. But when faced with the truth that I just wanted this easier on Mar, he understood and already started talking about a welcome home party.
Once my calls were done, I turned my phone off and handed it to Mar. "Keep it for me until I get back?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"C'mon baby, let's get some food in ya," I said softly before kissing her.
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The ride to the airport was quiet. Dad didn't speak to us, and we didn't speak either. Well, not entirely. The closer we got to the airport, the more I noticed the wall Mar had up was crumbling. Up until now she was the stronger out of both of us. Telling me that two months was nothing. That it would be over before we both realized it and I could come home to her.
But now as she sat in the back seat with me, I could see she was sadder then she let on.
I closed my eyes as I pressed my lips to her hair. "I love you Mary, always."
"I don't want to have to miss you again," she said her voice was shaky.
"You won't... I'll call you every chance I get and as soon as I can get paper and envelopes, I'll write you." I gently moved her face to look at me. "Baby, this time you know I'm coming back to you."
"I know, but I'll still miss you..." she said.
I wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes. "I'm gonna miss you too Mar..."
"I love you Jasper... Forever," she murmured, her dark blue eyes meeting my own.
Once at the airport, dad left us alone. We stood by the big window watching the planes that were getting ready to leave, letting the rain that hit the window say everything we couldn't say as we held each other.
"Just think, when I get back, we can put this behind us and start living as husband and wife." Yeah, I was trying to look on the bright side.
"And we can get our own place," she smiled up at me, "like we always planned on doing."
I nodded and pulled her closer to me. "And I can make love to you all day long..." I whispered in her ear. "I think I want to start in our kitchen."
She let out a half moan before fisting the front of my shirt, "I think we'll end up at the front door," she smiled with a evil little twinkle in her eye.
I felt my lip curl up at her. "Screw the front door; we probably won't make it out of the parking garage."
She reached up and kissed me hard, her fingers twisting in my hair. When she pulled away she said, "Is that a promise Jay?" her eyebrow rose up in a clear challenge.
"You better not be wearing panties when I get home woman," I answered. "Don't want you wasting money on something I'll just rip off."
"Maybe I want you to rip them off," she licked her bottom lip while giving me those eyes, those fuck me now eyes.
My hands gripped the fabric of her shirt tightly as I tried not to take her up against the damn window. "Short skirt, fuck me heels and we're in business," I may have growled that out to her while kissing her neck.
"Yes sir," she giggled, her hand forcing me to stay close to her neck.
The sound of someone's throat clearing, made me groan into her skin. "Children, it's time," my father said, slightly amused.
Mar giggled again, pressing her lips against mine once more. "Think about me?"
"Well, duh," I teased. "Thank you sir," I answered my father while slowly pulling back to look at Mar. "I love you and I'll call you when I get to the base," I told her in between kisses.
"I love you too," she smiled, her eyes glistening with tears.
I gave her one final kiss before hugging my dad. "Take care of her?" I asked softly.
"Of course son."
I nodded and made my way to the terminal. Once I handed my boarding ticket to the lady I looked over my shoulder to see dad holding Mar. I'll be back before you know it Mary... I promise.
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