Jasper POV

John glared at me again. "Just tell me where we're going, dad."

Alice snuggled deeper into my side in her sleep- she had fallen asleep again on the second flight.

"No. You'll figure it out in an hour or so," I replied, and he rolled his eyes.

"Well, dear father, I want to know now."

"Patience is a virtue," I reminded him, and he groaned loudly.

Alice stirred again, and I wrapped my arm around her to relax her.

"Sorry," John whispered.

"It's fine... I just want her to sleep as much as she can. And, right now, that's quite a bit," I reasoned.

Alice was starting to worry me. She was going on her eighth hour of sleep today, whereas she usually slept about an hour. It was restless sleep, though, and she had been tossing and turning all day.

"You know, most kids don't have to watch their parents be all lovey-dovey," John muttered.

I gave him the, 'You're bringing this up?' look. "Most kids don't have awesome parents."

He shrugged and turned his iPod up louder, looking out the window. Anna bounced across the aisle, onto my lap, and pointed at my laptop.

"Season 7?" She asked innocently.

I smiled. "Sure."

I put the tray table down infront of us and put in the DVD, and Anna clapped as it whirred to life.

Luke was fast asleep across the aisle, curled up into a ball against the side of the plane.

Alice must've been having one of her dream-vision things, because she dug her nails into my arm that was wrapped around Anna. I rubbed soothing circles into her back, but it only seemed to make it worse, as she started shaking.

That was definatly new.

I went to grasp her hand to calm her, but noticed- shockingly- that her hand was many degrees warmer than normal.

I shook her slightly, and she full out started shivering. I lifted Anna over to John's seat, who protested, only to look at Alice and silence.

I knelt infront of Alice. Her forehead was warmer than her hand.

"Alice?"

No reply.

"Alice!"

Nothing.

John gave me a frantic look.

"Mom!" He all but shouted.

Alice shot awake. She grimaced, then jumped over me and out into the isle, hurridly making her way to the back of the plane.

I shrugged, sitting back down and putting Anna back on my lap.

"Want me to start it over?" I asked her.

She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong, baby girl?"

She pointed to her elbow. There were a few small scraches on it.

I must've put her down a bit to quickly in my panic. Shoot.

I frowned. "Aw, Annie, I'm sorry. Want a bandage?"

She nodded. I grabbed Alice's purse and dug around, finally finding what I was looking for. I started to put a bit of Neosporin on it, (Alice is quite the germaphobe now) but Anna held up a finger.

"Kiss it and make it all better." She comanded.

I nodded seriously and lightly kissed her elbow, then proceded in cleaning and covering it.

She smiled. "Now start it over."

Anna was totally absorbed with in seconds, as was I. I hardly noticed when Alice came back.

"What just happened?" I whispered to her.

"Later. When we're alone," She murmured back, smiling weakly and intwining her hand with mine. She was still warm, but I let it go. Maybe I was just paranoid.

"Hey, Alli," I continued.

"Yeah?" She replied, turning to look at me, our faces about and inch apart.

"I love you." I kissed her nose.

She giggled. "I love you, too." She kissed me full on.

I laughed and put my arm around her.

After about half the episode, Anna was fast asleep, and John had been asleep for awhile.

I very carefully put Anna down in my seat, stood Alice up, and put Luke in her seat. Alice and I sat in the two seats across the aisle.

"So. We're alone." I murmured to her with a smirk.

She laughed. "I guess we are."

I ran my fingers through my hair, getting the hair out of my face to look at her full on.

"What happened?"

She bit her lip. "I'm not quite sure. I was having a vision- I don't remember what it was, but then I was getting so cold, and I woke up... I, um... threw up. Blood."

"Are you...?" I suggested.

"No. I already took a test. Six, actually. All negatives," She muttered.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered.

"I didn't want you to get your hopes up. That would be awful."

I rolled my eyes. "You should've told me. I was worried."

"Sorry, Jazzy," She giggled.

"Wait. If you aren't pregnant, then why did you get sick?" I wondered.

"I'm not sure," She shrugged.

"We should go home and talk to Carlisle," I suggested.

"No! We've been flying for ten hours, and I'm not turning the kids around now. They'd be so upset."

"We have to at least call him," I argued.

"Fine. Tonight. After we get there."

I nodded and pulled her closer to me. I rubbed her stomach. Just to check, I placed my hand on her right hip and moved it straight across to feel for a bump.

There was definatly something there.

"Alli?"

"Hmm?"

"When did you take those tests?"

"Umm..." She thought. "Three... Four weeks ago? Before the wedding."

"Do you think it was false negative?"

She shook her head. "No. I haven't had any other symptoms," She explained.

"How about...umm...weight gain?" I asked quietly, not wanting to offend her.

It didn't work.

"What!"

"You definatly don't look like you've gained any, Alli, but it's just your stomach. I can feel a bump. And it's soft," I defended.

"Whatever," She growled. she crossed her arms and turned away from me, looking out the window.

"Honey, you know I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You're, by far, the most beautiful woman on the face of this earth." I turned her around and sat her on my lap.

She sighed and turned, so she was facing me and leaning against the vacant seat in front of me.

"I'm sorry, Jazzy. I just... I can't have another kid. Three is enough- three is perfect. Imagine us having another. It just would throw everything out of balance."

I smirked. "So you aren't willing to except the fact that you may be pregnant?"

"This isn't funny, Jazz. At all."

I frowned. "I'm sorry, Alice. But right now you may be hurting a little baby. So as soon as we touch down, you're taking another test. And, no matter what happens, it's good news."

She sighed, shrugged, and then, in one fluid movement, flipped back around to sit in her seat.

"Good Morning Passengers," The squeaky, obnoxious flight attendent started. "The Pilot would like to welcome every one to the beautiful Rio de Janero."

The anouncements continued, and Alice and I woke up the kids to get them ready for landing.

Alice bent down to get her phone out of her carry on, then gasped sharply.

"Alice?"

Her hand flew to her back. She stood up slowly, wincing.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I-" Twist, wince, "Threw out my back."

I laughed. "Old woman."

"Shut it, Jasper." Then she whispered in my ear, "You're about a hundred years older than me."

She stuck her tounge out at me.

"You'd better keep that in your mouth, Alli," I threatened.

We theatrically put on our seatbelts, Alice occasionally wincing.

Then she fell asleep. Again.

The plane finally touched down, and I shook her gently.

"Alice, baby; Wake up," I said rather loudly against the roar of the engines.

She moaned quietly and looked up at me. I froze.

Her golden eyes- her beautiful, golden eyes- weren't so gold anymore. They were a strikingly amazing electric blue.

"Jazzy?" She whispered, placing her hands on my face and pearing at me questionably.

I shivered. "Your eyes, Alice..."

"What?" She pulled out her iPhone and looked into her mirror app.

She too froze, and dropped her phone.

We sat there, her staring into space, and me staring into her eyes, until John finally snapped us out of it. I hadn't seen everyone else get off the plane, but we seemed to be the only ones left. Alice was facing away from John, so he hadn't seen her face yet.

Alice quickly got up, her eyes focused on the ground. She winced when she started pulling at the overhead, so I grabbed it and put it on the ground. She picked up Anna, (Luke never liked to be held in public) slung her carry on over her shoulder, and got off the plane.

"What's her problem?" John muttered.

I just shook my head, still in shock, and I followed my half human wife of the plane.