Alice's POV:
"Edward, where do you keep that book?"
It looks like a carnet. I don't dare to open it; it seems to be a kind of journal. Like Jasper's ones.
Edward ends putting the shelves against the wall and turns to see the book I'm holding.
He extends his hand and strokes the leather cover, strange clouds appearing in his gaze.
"This is where I keep all my songs."
I look at him, in awe at the thickness of the book.
"How many?"
He smiles sadly… "I don't really know in fact... There is one referring to each member of the family… And, lots that no one ever heard… Music is the only thing that appeases me. It helps drowning the voices that I hear in my head. It helps with expressing feelings. I could not live without that you know."
I sat on the velvet couch in the corner, trying to understand.
He sits near my feet, his head falling backward on the couch next to me. He hums lightly, offering me a glimpse of his soul.
The tune is so sad, tortured and anger filled. His eyes are closed and I wanna bet he doesn't recall that I'm next to him anymore.
Gut wrenching.
Heart breaking.
He stops, his head falling frontward.
"Sorry for that… It is the first tune I made as a vampire."
Oh, Edward.
I reach for him, giving him a bear hug despite my little body.
"It is hard for us, mind freaks right? You don't know how hard it is for me too, to never be surprised, to never know if I should say it or not. Having to keep so many things to myself… Ignorance is bliss for us."
He nods on top of my head, hugging me tighter.
"Ignorance is bliss little sister. If only we could get some for us."
Suddenly, he seems to sober up and let go of me.
He turns back to his shelves, sighing.
"We still got a lot to do Alice. Will you give me the box next to you?"
I oblige, looking at him a new silver lining around him.
I hear the front door closing.
Jasper's scent reaches my nose and I felt instantly giddy.
My sunshine comes through the door.
There is a slight smile in the corner of his lips that only I can notice.
The tiny spark hidden in the depth of his eyes tells me that his discussion with Carlisle went well.
I smile to him, focusing on the love swelling in my chest.
A tiny nod and I feel his relief, his recognition that this life might be the one for us and his undying love.
"Need a hand Edward?"
Edward shakes his head.
"No thanks Jasper. I am nearly done and I think I'll go back to my piano for a while."
"Oh, er okay. Well, if you need a hand, don't hesitate."
I skip down next to my beloved and take his hand.
"Let's go to our room Jasper."
We are back to our room.
We settle on the ground, on the covers and the pillows Esme gave to us.
"Esme said we will go to buy some furniture for us tomorrow. Would you like to come Jazz?"
He holds me against his strong chest, crossing his hands in front of my belly. I can feel his nose, nuzzling in my hair.
"Sorry darling, I'll pass on that one. I may spend some time with Edward tomorrow. I need to come "clean" with him. I am a bit afraid of the content of the thoughts he might hear."
"Oh, baby, don't worry. Everything will settle nicely."
"I'm not that sure. He can hear my memories. You know how much of an evil bastard I can be."
I sigh, squirming in his tight embrace to face him.
He evades my eyes by kissing my neck.
"Major Jasper Whitlock! What are you trying to do?"
I feel the moves of his lips against the non-existent pulse on my neck.
"Nothin' Baby darlin'. Can't a boy enjoy time wiz' his wife?"
I try to escape his grasp, a small laugh spilling from my half opened lips.
He lets me just enough place to believe I'll achieve my task and then flips me on my back smirking widely.
"Where do ya think ya're goin' Darlin'?"
I start kissing him tenderly, bathing in the peace and playful banter as a piano begins to ring from the first floor.