April 27th, 2010

Dear Jasper,

We're married! You look so peaceful in your sleep. We're currently on the plane to Paris? You are such a cheese ball darlin'. Look, I'm picking up on Jasper lingo. I love you Jasper. I want to grow old with you.

Forever,
Bella

"Mm, darlin', get some rest," mumbled Jasper, half asleep.

"Shh, go to sleep honey," I said and pecked him on the lips.

I tucked my letter in the carry-on bag and nestled into Jasper.

I saw an old couple sitting down the row from Jasper and I and I couldn't help but smile. The old woman looked at me and smiled.

"You two look like Rupert and I did when we were younger," she said, giggling.

She reminded me of an older version of Alice. However, being me, I blushed.

"Oh don't worry sugar. Are you guys on your honeymoon?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, suddenly getting a little dizzy.

Jasper wrapped his arms around me and I felt the sudden need to vomit.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" asked the old lady, with concern etched on her face.

"Yeah," I said, taking deep breaths.

"Jasper," I whispered.

"Mm," he said, tightening his hold on me.

"Jasper!" I said, shaking him.

He shook himself awake.

"Are you okay, baby? You look a little pale," he said.

"I need to use the bathroom," I whispered.

He immediately let me up and I rushed into the bathroom and flung it closed. I pulled up the toilet lid and vomited. I closed my eyes as tears streaked down my face. After about ten minutes, I heard a knock on the door.

"Darlin', you okay?" whispered Jasper.

"Yeah, don't come in," I said.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah, just give me a few minutes," I said, before proceeding to wretch into the toilet.

"Darlin', I'm coming in," he said.

I looked at him, just feeling weak.

"Oh baby girl," he said, kneeling down next to me and rubbing my back.

JPOV (Surprise!)

As I stood at the altar, I thought about my life with Bella. Everything seemed different. She seemed to be pulling away from me. At least emotionally.

I know that marrying is the best decision I ever made in my life, but I wondered if Bella felt differently. Life seemed to roll by as we took our vows and I could see Bella's love for me in her eyes as she stared at me, surprised that I actually rebuilt the house.

Between the reception and the wedding, I was exhausted. I couldn't get any sleep the night before without Bella in my arms. Gosh darn-it, I've turned into a pussy. I, Jasper Hale Whitlock, am whipped and proud of it.

After making out like two teenagers in the limo on the way to the airport, Bella and I boarded the plane and I crashed the moment my head hit that seat. I felt Bella squirming in my arms and I tightened my hold around her.

"Jasper!" she whispered loudly.

I shook myself awake and saw that Bella looked pale.

"Are you okay, baby? You look a little pale," I said.

"I need to use the bathroom," she whispered.

I let her up immediately and settled back into my seat, slightly worried. I relaxed a little but after a good ten minutes, I was nervous. I stood up and walked to bathroom and then knocked on the door.

"Darlin', you okay?" I whispered.

"Yeah, don't come in," she said, weakly.

"You sure?" I asked, seeming unsure.

"Yeah, just give me a few minutes," she said.

It was then I heard the sounds of her puking when I realized that it was serious.

"Dear God, not tonight," I whispered.

"Darlin', I'm coming in," I said.

I found Bella sitting on the floor looking completely embarrassed and disgusted with herself. Why my girl? Why my Bella? I sat there rubbing her back, trying to sooth her as best as I could. I held her in my arms, hoping that this would end soon.

And there we sat, on the plane to Paris in the airplane bathroom.

A/N: :( Poor Belly.