Author's Note: You all made it to thirty reviews this week, so as promised, here is your second extra chapter for the week:
After I hid the ring and put the bags of clothes in my room for Alice to put away, Carlisle came into my room. "Hey kiddo, I just called Rosalie. She said she and Alice are on their way home now, and should be here within the hour." They had gone to the farther mall, as it had a baby furniture store. "But, I need to leave. They are moving Edward to a secure mental ward for the time being, and I promised Esme I would be there to help. Will you be okay by yourself?"
"Sure. I have a book to read," I said flopping down on my bed and indicating the civil war book on my nightstand.
"Now I do not want you to do any strenuous activities until they get back. If something happens no one will be here to take you to the hospital. And if anything goes wrong, call me. You have your cell?"
"You worry too much. I will be fine," I said lifting up my cell for dramatization.
As soon as he was out the door, I decided to take advantage of the alone time, and went to Emmett's room. He still did not have a lock on his door, so I walked right in. He did however have a chin-up bar on said door. I did a couple of sets, and then closed his door so that no one would notice I had been in there.
Then I change my clothes and went for a run, making sure to take my cell, just in case. Not a slow jog like with Emmett, but a full on run. It felt so good to stretch my legs that I kept going. I was all the way to the boarder of our property, ten miles from the house, when I noticed where I was: Henry's house.
Henry was our nearest neighbor on this side of our property. But, with such a great distance, I had never run to his house before. A few times growing up I had ridden my bike here, but mostly I asked for a lift in the car.
Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well say hi.
"Jasper? Hey how are you man?" Henry greeted after opening the door.
"Excellent. I got away from the family for a little while, so I decided to stop by."
"Why are you covered in sweat? Where is your bike?"
"I ran here. Alice and Rosalie went baby shopping, and Carlisle, Esme, and Emmett went to visit Edward in the hospital. He broke his leg. So, I was home alone, with no one to drive me. And I couldn't find the key to my bike lock. So, I decided to go for a run," I lied. Esme had taken the key to my bike lock. I was not allowed to ride it by myself anymore.
"Tough break. But, at least you got away, right? Come in," he replied leading me inside his house.
"Hey man, Esme has been on this killer health food diet ever since the pregnancy. And ALL of us, not just Alice, have to stick to it. I could really go for some junk food. Do you have any?"
"Sure. I have Doritos and brownies," he said retrieving a large back of chips and a tray of brownies from the kitchen.
I knew from experience that his mom's brownies taste like burnt sludge with extra walnuts and a crust of petrified amber. Seriously, who puts honey in brownies? And how does his mom manage to keep the middle raw when the edges are burnt? "I'll start with some chips. Do you have the game on TiVo?" I asked.
"Sure do. Did you miss it? It was awesome!"
"Yeah, I missed it. Rosalie TiVoed a chick flick, and Esme a pregnancy show for Alice. Our TiVo can only record two shows."
"You just can't catch a break, can you? Well, let's watch it then," he said turning on the game. This day was getting better and better: chips and a game.
But, it could not last forever. I really hoped it would at least last to the end of the game, but I had no such luck. Rosalie and Alice came pounding down Henry's door after only twenty minutes.
"Is my brother here? There you are! I am going to kill you! Carlisle put me in charge of the two of you, and you cannot even stay put in the house? What are you eating? Oh my Darwin, Esme is going to kill me when she finds out you had chips. Please tell me you did not eat that whole bag by yourself? And how did you get over here? Who gave you a lift?" Rosalie fumed, but did not wait for my answers, so I left them out.
"How was shopping Alice?" Getting Alice going on shopping was one sure-fire way of changing the subject.
"Awesome! I picked out the perfect cherry wood crib and matching dresser set with rocking chair and changing table."
"Do we really need all of that?" I asked, trying not to laugh at Rosalie's murderous glare.
"Yes. And then we looked at swings, highchairs, strollers, car seats, blanket patterns, and don't even get me started on the clothes. I'm fairly certain it is a girl, and they had the cutest dresses ever."
"Sounds like you had a good time then," I said leaning down for a kiss. "Thanks for the chips and the game Henry, but I better get going before Rosalie skewers me alive."
"Any time man. Do you want to take a brownie to go?" He obviously was trying to pawn off the affront to desserts everywhere in an effort to convince his mom to make something else.
I eyed Rosalie speculatively before answering. "No, Rose is already going to kill me after the chips. She is just jealous because she has not had any real food either."
Once we were home, Rosalie really laid into me. "What were you thinking? What if you threw up while you were there? He could have found you out!"
"Sorry. But Alice, tell me about crib-sets. Are we going flowers or pink or glitter or rainbows or pink glittery pink and rainbow colored flowers?" Again, I was brilliant at changing the subject.
"Well, I liked the pink flower one. But there was an adorable leopard print one."
"Leopard print? For a baby? I was thinking something a little more babyish."
"Okay, then pink flowers it is."
"What's for lunch, I'm starving?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation towards something more important: food.
"Esme said sandwiches," Rosalie answered as both Alice and I turned to stare at her like hungry lions.
"Okay. Did she get cheesecake?" The million-dollar question.
"Yes, she went out last night after you went to bed and bought cheesecake. But, she only left one tiny little square in the frige. She did not want you to eat the whole thing at once."
"I don't believe you. Cheesecake has to be kept refrigerated. Where else would she put the rest?" I asked going to investigate. I would tear the entire frige apart looking for my dessert if she did not confess the location.
"I don't know. I didn't see and she would not tell me," Rosalie replied as I inhaled the one tiny cube of cheesecake and began looking for the rest.
After a few minutes I had to concede that Esme had indeed not left the cheesecake in the frige. She must have taken it with her to the hospital or something sneaky. "Okay, what kind of sandwiches?"
"Roast beef," Rosalie answered, already making mine. I scarfed down three before taking a nap. I was really hungry.
When I woke up it was five, and I could smell my aunt's fried chicken from the kitchen. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom to hurl. Then, I hurled a few more times, before brushing my teeth, only to hurl again.
"Dinner is ready! Alice, go fetch Jasper," I heard Esme announce. She must have been keeping Alice busy, preventing her from noticing my predicament.
Alice found me curled up on the bathroom floor, still heaving although my stomach was empty. "Here, let me get you some crackers," she said pulling out the saltines from the medicine cabinet, where she left them. She pushed one into my mouth, and as soon as I swallowed the heaving stopped.
She made me eat two more before letting me up, and letting me brush my teeth again. Then she led me by the hand to the kitchen. I took one whiff of the fried chicken and started running back to the bathroom to vomit up the crackers. I did not make it.
Alice and I were back on the bathroom floor with her shoving saltines down my throat when I heard Esme scrubbing the floor. "Sorry Esme," I chocked out in between heaves.
"It's okay Jasper. I just hope you feel better soon. I made your favorite fried chicken to make up for all the neglect your dinner received this week," Esme said standing in the bathroom doorjamb.
"I don't think I am going to be able to eat it. Every time I smell it I puke," I replied disappointed. "Maybe you can save some for me?" I was still hoping I could eat it tomorrow.
"Sure sweetie. How about I make you some soup?" Esme asked.
"I hate soup. How about ice cream? That would soothe my sore throat," I said trying to use this to my advantage.
"All out. We have yogurt?"
Oh come on? Yogurt? I was going to starve to death the way this woman was feeding me. I shook my head. "Cheesecake?"
"Nope. I left it at the hospital. Carlisle will bring home one square when he gets off the graveyard shift."
I am sitting her puking my guts out and she is rationing out dessert? "But I puked up today's cheesecake, so that didn't count," I lied.
"Sorry. How about another sandwich?"
"Fine." Alice helped me back to my bed, and Esme brought me a tray in bed. There was another sandwich along with a bowl of broccoli and cheese sauce and a glass of milk. I'm seriously going to have to talk to Carlisle about this health food thing.
Author's note:
Reviewers for last chapter: Megan Geyer and Master of the Boot! Thanks Megan and Master!
Review counts for this week (counting from Saturday morning):
bLuEsaphire09- 2; Just A Reader90- 3; Megan Geyer- 4; aurike- 3; caiusaromarcus- 5; halerosalie100-2; jasperalice48-2; Master of the Boot- 13
Wow! 34 reviews in one week! 30 were used on bonus chapters, so that leaves 4 reviews to rollover to next week! Thanks everyone!