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~Chapter Twenty One: Reconciliation~

Jasper had been avoiding me, the family was beginning to worry about what happened that night.

It had been over a week ago and I wanted to straighten things out with him. My bruises had healed and I felt as great as I did after my bath that night. No soreness whatsoever.

I searched the forest, marking my trail with large X on the trees I passed.

It was a beautiful landscape, peaceful and fresh. Nature was wonderful.

I found Jasper by a creek, staring at something on the other side. I saw plain trees in the woods, but I knew he could see much more with his eye sight. I also knew he could hear me approach, feel my emotions.

"Jasper, can we talk?" I asked gently, as if I were speaking to a skittish deer.

"I don't know why you'd want to talk to me, not after. . ." His voice trailed off, his fists clenching in his lap.

"If this is still about the bruise, human men can accidentally cause bruises. I bruise very easily, remember?" I tried, wishing he'd see reason and come home.

"I knew I was different, that I'd have to be extra careful and I still hurt you." Jasper clenched his fists, striking the grass patch beside him. "I wouldn't blame you I'd you hate me for what I've done."

I sighed. "Jasper, I'm not upset with you. I've never thought any less of you, neither did I feel pain."

"You don't have to spare me, I deserve whatever you want to throw at me. Tell me what you really think, I can take it, I deserve the courses and names." His voice was low and thick with self loathing.

"Jasper. . ." I slowly kneeled in front of him, touching one of his cheeks. He allowed the touch, but it was clear he didn't fell he deserved it. I knew what I had to do, I summoned memories and the emotional impact they had on me. Jasper. Warmth and affection, happiness and contentment, pleasure and the felling that I could fly. I gently pushed those emotions toward him. "Don't you feel it? That's what I truly think."

He choked, his arms curling around his chest. "I feel it."

"Do you understand now? I don't hate you, Jasper, I could never hate you. You're one of the kindest, gentlest, most honourable men I know." I kissed his cheek and stood, holding a hand out to him. "Now, let's go home."

We walked home, taking our time to savor the beauty of the forest. It was a nice night for a walk.

We arrived home sometime around eleven o'clock, we entered the house and I automatically headed for the stairs, aiming for the bathroom.

I had to pee.

Really, really bad.

I descended the stairs and went to the kitchen for a glass of water before I walks to the living room. I felt like watching a movie. Or online shopping. Couldn't decide which, yet.

I watched reruns of I Love Lucy until I decided, laughing my ass off when Lucy stomped the fruit into juice. One of my favourite episodes, I contemplated eating ice cream, since I won't be able to have a lot of sweet stuff once I'm pregnant.

Ah, what the hell.

I dug a small tub of Cherry Garcia from the fridge and a single spoon, no bowl. It was damn good ice cream.

I browsed shopping sites, not really interested in what they were displaying, but keeping my eyes open for possible future presents. I'd decided already that I'd use the giant sum of money the now Clearborne family had decided to gift me, though I protested heavily, on presents for them. I don't like being handed money, in any amount, and I don't like people spending money on me.

I found a few items I'd consider more later, and had gotten far more than a few good ideas on how to tell the hopeful fathers if I got pregnant.

I didn't want to do the thing almost every other woman did when pregnant, show them the test. I wanted to do something creative and unique to each father.

I wrote down the ideas that popped into my head and searched for what I needed.

Bingo!

I yawned, realizing how late I'd stayed up and put the remaining ice cream back in the freezer for another day.

I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I groaned annoyance, Emmett had just killed my poor recliner. "Emmett!"

He grinned sheepishly, the expression odd on the big lugs mug. "Sorry, Belly Bean, I can replace it by this afternoon."

I glared at him. "You'd better, Emmett Clearborne."

It had been almost a month since the. . .intimacy with Jasper, and a certain bear wrestling vampire was annoying me at every opportunity. He wanted to know details, I wouldn't spill, so he settled for destroying the furniture in my house and making me really aggravated.

"Now, now, you two." Alice chided, bouncing in from the kitchen. "You've been arguing all month. You're siblings and you love each other, time to make nice."

"Emmett, stop tormenting Bella." Jasper sighed, probably getting tired of saying those words.

Oh, speaking of Jasper, we've been getting along well and are figuring out things.

Sort of.

He still has his brooding moments.

Carlisle walked into the room and made a beeline for me. "I have the schedule drawn up." He murmured uncomfortably.

Oh, right.

Carlisle suggested that Jasper and I. . .become intimate. . .a few times a week to increase chances of conception. It was awkward the first time, but also pleasant. Now, when are the lovely dates we are to get busy so to speak.

The first was tomorrow, a Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Jeez, every other day? Really?

Oh, boy. I mentally sighed, this was going to be. . .different.

I called in shock at the bag in front of me. Alice!

Lingerie. I was staring at a bag of lingerie, courtesy of Alice Clearborne.

That freaking meddling pixie!

I drew in deep breaths, ignoring the bag of doom to search for something else to wear. . .and came up empty.

Realization clicked like a toll on a bell.

Alice had removed all the clothes in my house, leaving me with only this bag from hell. I could not wear any of that! There was no way!

I cussed and cursed that damn pixie. I couldn't walk outside, to Jasper's house naked and lingerie was all there was. I didn't want him to think I wanted to be sexy for him or anything. Yes, I wanted him to enjoy himself, but I was aware that this was for a baby. Only reason.

I chose the most modest item I could out of the bag, a black lace nightgown that was short. I was glad it covered my behind, though it almost didn't. I sighed and put the silly fabric on.

I let myself into the house, immediately walking toward Jasper's room, the room Wed used before. As I understood it, we'd use that room for all of these kinds of interactions.

Everything in the room was as I remembered. The bed once again had a mountain of pillows on it, and I went directly to it. Jasper wasn't in the room, I wonder why?

No sooner than I thought that, the empath was entering the room, only wearing Panama bottoms that clung to him in a way that made my body heat up instinctively.

I blushed and mumbled a hello.

He eyed me, his eyes darkening as he drunk me in.

My breath sped up and my heart rate accelerated. This was it, he'd begin soon.

I wasn't wrong.

He lifted the nightgown from my body, mouthing my neck until he had to lean back a little to completely remove the piece. His large cold hands pulling me further into him, mouth latching onto my right breast. I was beginning to think that Jasper was a breast man.

I moaned when he started sucking and nibbling, his experience was handy at the moment. In flash, his pyjamas were off and. . .Oh my.

I blinked, unable to keep my jaw from inhinging and falling right off my mouth. He was quite large, compared to diagrams the sex education teacher forced me to look at. How on Earth had that thing fit inside of little old me?

I was ripped from my thoughts when I was suddenly on my back on the comfy bed. He was on me, removing my panties, panting. I jerked a little when one cold hand cupped my entrance, a finger touching something that made my entire body give a sudden jolt. What was that? He rubbed whatever it was, and I slowly began to lose my mind. I moaned, I begged, I cried out. Finally, the coil snapped and I was rocketed off the planet.

No sooner than I'd fallen back to Earth, Jasper positioned himself and pushed in. It took less time, for that I was thankful. Soon, he began to move, a quicker, slightly harder rhythm than our previous encounter.

I don't know how many times, or how many hours we did this, but my voice grew hoarse from the noises I made and my body was becoming beyond exhausted. I lost track of how many times I transferred to and from earth a around three, before he finally yelled out and spasmed inside and around me. His face contorted and he collapsed, careful not to fall on top of me.

I don't remember feeling him leave my body, but I remember falling dead asleep.

I was still in the huge bed in Jasper's room when I woke. I shifted, quickly realizing that something very big and cold was curled around me.

"You're awake," a southern voice twanged, the tone was relief.

"Yeah. Boy, you really know how to put a girl to sleep." I teased, wanting to keep the atmosphere light.

He chuckled, a truly wonderful sound that I hadn't heard often enough.

"You should get dressed, you overslept this morning. The family will be home in twenty or thirty minutes." He replied, the bed rising as his weight lifted.

I suddenly remembered the lingerie and almost panicked. No way in hell was my family going to see me in such a thing, especially not Emmett. He would never let me live it down.

Jasper must have felt my growing panic, zooming half dressed to the bed and hovering I've me with anxious eyes. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?!"

I immediately felt beyond horrible for frightening him. I smoothed a hand over his cheek to calm him down. "No, Jasper, it's not that. I can't wear what I came over in, the family must not see me in that ridiculously small monstrosity. Especially not Emmett."

His posture relaxed a miniscule amount, but his face scrunched up in thought.

After a moment, I swear I could see lightbulb suddenly illuminate in his mind. He dashed off and returned a blink later with one of his button up shirts and a pair of boxer shorts that were slightly too big. "This is all I have, I'm afraid. Alice is far too small, so I can't lend you anything from her closet."

I took the clothes, smiling gratefully. "They're perfect, thank you."

Jasper allowed me to dress in privacy, then brought me breakfast and walked me home.

It was really nice.

Of course, Emmett came bounding into my house and immediately commented on the choice of clothes and made me blush.

Just another day with the Clearbornes.