A/N: So, I got Laze and didn't feel like replying with sneak peeks to all you wonderful reviewers, when AshleyBatmanner had already done her duty and gotten the chapter ready to go. I hope you don't mind. This song is named after OneRepublic's song Say (All I need) It's an amazing song. Question for all readers at the bottom.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. sigh.

Sunday

Alice POV

I asked Paul not to stay. I didn't want him to see me like this. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. It had taken perfecting, but no one outside of Rosalie and Bella had ever seen me cry over Jasper and I wasn't about to lose that now. Not when I didn't have to. Paul looked somewhat hurt when I asked him but he kissed me on the cheek as he usually did and then pulled out of the driveway before heading toward his house. I made sure he was gone before I went inside, rushed a quick 'hello' to my sister and then locked myself in my bedroom.

I threw off my clothes in a haste before pulling out my pajamas, a pair of tiny boy shorts and a tank top, and slipping them on. Then I opened the drawer at the very top of my dresser. It was there that I kept anything I had of Jasper's. Without thinking, I pulled the old tattered black shirt off the top of the other clothes. I had worn this shirt so many times in the past five years that I could hardly keep track of each time. Faye's birth and every birthday after had seen this shirt, not to mention our anniversaries that I had spent holding my daughter against me in fear that she too would somehow leave me. I pulled it over my head, not caring if it messed up my hair or not, and climbed into my bed. I curled up under the blankets and breathed in deep as the scent of Jasper, my Jasper, filled my lungs. It was harder now than it ever had been before, knowing that he was here in Fritch. That his voice, which had become a distant echo since he had left, was right there, waiting to say my name. I sobbed in earnest into my pillows, trying to block the sound from Faye, from Cynthia...from myself. It didn't work and I tried to dry my eyes quickly when I heard the pitter patter of little feet outside my door.

"Mommy?" My daughter cried and I bounded out of bed and opened the door, kneeling down to pull her into the safety of my arms. "Mommy, I'm sorry."

"Oh baby, what do you have to be sorry for?" I asked as she wrapped her little arms around my neck and held on to me tightly. I stood up with her and went to my bed, placing her in the covers with me and curling up around her, trying to shield her from the pain that I was feeling.

"Daddy. I have to be sorry for Daddy." I looked at my daughter in shock as she held on to my shirt with both fingers. Her little voice was still hoarse and her nose was runny.

"What do you mean baby girl?" I asked as I used the hem of Jasper's shirt to wipe some of the snot from her face.

"I saw him at the store with Grammy and Auntie Cyn. I didn't tell you." Her voice broke and she rolled into my chest as she cried openly. I could feel her tears soaking into the ratty fabric and I felt anger bubble up inside of me. I had cried into this shirt for so long and now he was making his daughter do the same?

"It's all right Faye, please don't cry," I pleaded as I rubbed small circles on her back. She began to hiccup slightly as her cries quieted and then her breathing became slow and even and I knew from the way her weight shifted that she had fallen asleep.

"Al?" My sister was in the doorway. Her hair was curled and she was dressed nicely. "Do you want me to stay?"

"No Cyn. We're okay," I said quietly as I looked back down to my sleeping daughter and smoothed her hair out of her face.

"I have my cell if you need me," she mumbled as she shut my door and retreated down the stairs. I heard her leave soon after that. I didn't move from where I was. I watched my daughter breathe in and out. She was my reason for living now; she was all I had, and she was beautiful. My eyes slowly became heavy as I listened to my daughter's steady, even breathing and soon I fell asleep.

The doorbell ringing pulled me out of my dreams of Jasper and Faye and the family we should have together and I rolled quietly out of bed, trying not to wake my sleeping daughter. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror by my vanity and I groaned as I realized that I had to open the door like this. I looked like hell. Slowly, I made my way down the stairs, grabbing a tissue out of the bathroom in the hallway as I did so, trying to salvage the mess that was my face. I opened the door slowly, not even bothering to look who was outside, but what I saw there surprised me.

Jasper stood on the porch, his hands deep in the pockets of his gray coat. His mouth opened as though he wanted to say something before he closed it again. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't look at his face and not feel the pain that was making my knees shake and my head spin. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the door, trying to block out the sound of his breathing and the way he smelled, trying to forget and trying to remember at the same time.

"Please, don't do this," I tried to whisper but it came out in a strangled sob.

"Ali, please. I just want to apologize," he whispered, his voice low, the sound causing my heart to thump as a painful reminder of how much it had missed the sound of his voice and the way he said my name, the nickname that only he had been allowed to call me.

I wanted so much to swing the door open and fold my arms around him. I had missed everything about him and here he was in front of me, trying to apologize. More than anything, I wanted to feel him again, but this wasn't just about me anymore. If it were it wouldn't be this hard. But this was about the little girl asleep on my bed upstairs. I couldn't let him hurt her and I couldn't get hurt anymore; I had to be strong for her.

"It's a little too late for that, Jasper," I said as I dug my fingers into the wood of the door, trying to hold myself in place.

"There's no statute on saying 'I'm sorry.'" My heart raced as the words left his mouth. And I had to physically work to slow it down.

"Are you?" I whispered, more to myself than him.

He hesitated and I thought he hadn't heard me, before he asked, "Am I what?"

"Are you sure you're sorry?" I opened my eyes to look at him then, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs. It pounded even harder as he bent his face down to look clear into my eyes.

"I've never been more sorry in my life," he whispered. "I know I can't say it enough. It will never be enough. Nothing will. But I need you to know that I'm sorry. For yelling, for leaving, for not calling...I'm sorry. I never should have left."

Tears streamed down my face as I closed my eyes again. I couldn't stand to see his face. All the pain he held there told me that all he was saying was true. It might have been easier to believe that he wasn't sorry, that he really had intended to leave and never come back, but looking into his blue eyes, I knew that wasn't the case. I didn't hear him move toward me until I felt his lips on my hair, the same gesture that Paul did almost every time we were together and yet the feeling that he gave me was nothing compared to what I was feeling now.

"Goodbye," I heard him whisper and I opened my eyes quickly to see him retreating to

his car.

"Jazzy," I called out as I stepped out onto the porch, the cold January air ripping through my body like a knife, but I didn't care. I couldn't let him leave like this. Not again, not until he knew. "You're right. You shouldn't have left."

"I know." He nodded his head slightly and his eyes grew, if possible, even more anguished.

"But you did. And even when you had finished high school there, when you could legally come back...you didn't. It hurt Jasper. It hurt everyone, your family, Bella, Rose, Edward. It hurt me, Jazz. You're right, sorry will never be enough, but even though you left me, I'm not the one that lost," I said hurriedly as the two sides of me debated over if this was the right thing to do. "He has a right to know…it's his daughter," one side was saying. "If he loved you enough he would have come back," the other argued.

"What are you..." He scuffed at the ground with his foot and I cut him off quickly before I could lose my nerve. This had to be done. Better now than when Faye's old enough to do it herself.

"Come inside. We need to talk." I didn't wait for him to say anything as I went back to the door and walked in. I could hear his footsteps echoing behind me as I led him to the kitchen.

If this were a different time, my heart might finally be at peace. Watching the way he eased himself to a leaning position against the counter beside the fridge was familiar; it was just how it used to be.

"Alice, I'm—"

"Do you want something to drink?" I cut him off, hoping to stall for more time. Anything to keep him here with me longer.

"No." He shook his head and I nodded as I opened the fridge and pulled out the jug of milk.

"What's that?" he asked as I shut the door and turned around, pulling a glass out of the cupboard from beside the sink.

"What's what?" I turned around, my glass of milk halfway to my lips when I saw what he held in his hand. It was my ultrasound picture of Faye. The words "I'm a girl, Mommy!" were printed across the top, and my name was clearly printed across the bottom. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Putting my glass down I reminded myself that this needed to be done. It had to be. He deserved to know, and no matter what happened now, I would somehow be okay.

"That..." I said as I stepped closer to him and reached to the fridge, pulling off a picture of Faye and me that hung there by a magnet that Rose had made me to hold it, before holding it out to show him. "Is your daughter...our daughter."

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Besos.