A/N: Hey y'all!

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~*~Jasper~*~

It's been a month since it'd been revealed that my best friend knocked up my sister. Can you tell I'm still a little uneasy about it? Esme and Carlisle took it a like a walk in the path. I'm pretty sure nothing fazes them. Carlisle has put in place some medical cover for Rosalie. Apparently no grandchild of his is going to get anything 'less than perfect' when it comes to healthcare. Personally I just think it's his way of making sure that everything is done properly, cos the OBYGN department is at the hospital where he works. It's nice to see him taking an interest, and I'm glad she's gonna be looked after properly.

As for Esme, you'd think that this baby is a miracle or something. Esme said that Rosalie should feel 'blessed' to be in the situation of becoming a mother. I feel bad for Esme, cos like, she couldn't have one herself, and now Rose is having one, and it's gotta be bittersweet surely? She's happy for them, but deep down you've gotta know that shit hurts right?

Dad on the other hand went all kinds of crazy. Rosalie held her own and told him that it's different for her and Em. He said he's just concerned and she told him to get off her back and that she'll make her own mistakes and that she isn't mom. That's when the shit hit the fan, and three weeks later, they're still not really talking. I know dad is just worried about her being young but he should know that when Rosalie sets her mind to something, she's gonna get it.

Other big news for us in the last couple of weeks, both Alice and I lost our rooms at the Cullens house. No no no, don't jump to conclusions, we kinda offered. Ems' room is the biggest outta 'the kids' room as Esme calls them. With the baby coming, Em and Rose started to look for an apartment but come on, two high school kids, with fuck all savings, who still hope to go the college, not really gonna happen is it. Esme was all like, 'I don't want you to be too far away from me'. So when Alice piped up that they should just move in the house, Esmes' eyes sparkled, Carlisle looked like he was gonna have a heart attack and Emmett just got a huge shit eating grin. I think she said it as a joke but the cogs in Esmes' mind were on the move and well that's when deals started to be made.

My girl is a mean deal maker. We gave up our rooms on the third floor so that they could change it into like an apartment up there, but the deal in return... that we got to share a room all the time. Of course, I jumped at the chance. We've been staying in her room but we always have to ask permission; but with Alice's deal it meant we have carte blanche, and shit I've gotta admit I sleep so much better when she's in my arms.

So that's the deal that finds me now stood in Carlisles' study. See they have their own deal. Before we're allowed to swap we've gotta have 'The Talk' and it isn't just Alice that's expected to be here, we both have to partake. Cue the knot in my stomach as I hear Carlisle tell me to take a seat.

*****

"So, you know the deal we've set out. Alice, Jasper, I don't want the pair of you in the same situation as Emmett and Rosalie."

"Fine! Do we have to do this?" she asks, the red tinge flushing her cheeks. "I know all about the birds and the bees. Just give me the goddamn pill so we can leave." She continues, slopping down in her seat, squeezing my hand.

"It's not that simple. Rosalie was also on the pill and look where that got her. No, this is for the pair of you to make sure you're safe." He replies looking in my direction and raising his eyebrow.

Ah, just spit it out Doc. I can take it.

"We know, we don't need to have a full in depth conversation about it dad." She says squirming.

"Well I understand from Alice you're still virgins. Is that correct Jasper?"

"Yes sir, yes it is." I say quietly.

Oh my fucking life.

Maybe I can't take it.

"Well you may find that using a condom will not only help to prevent a pregnancy but enhance your ability to last a little longer."

Is he for real?

What the fuck has how long it takes me to blow my load gotta do with him.

"Dad! Like oh my god. You so didn't just say that. There is nothing wrong with his performance."

Still in the room here guys.

Please tell me my girlfriend isn't arguing about my performance... with her dad.

"And you would know this how, Alice?"

"I don't, but I just know it'll be perfect. Just like him." She retorts, poking out her tongue at him.

That's my girl. Always got my back.

"And there's you asking me to trust you and treat you like an adult and you reply to a simple question by acting like a child..." He smirks.

It's in this moment that I realise he's just trying to get a rise out of us.

"Would you mind if I have my say? After all, I am in the room, part of the relationship in question, and as funny as it may seem to the pair of you, if anyone knows about how I'm gonna perform its me and my peen."

Carlisle and Alice stop their banter and both spin to turn to me. Don't ask me where my confidence has come from but you've gotta love being able to stop a conversation just like that.

"Jas, I can't believe you just said that in front of my dad." She says nudging me in the ribs.

"Just like your sister." Carlisle laughs, "She did exactly the same, only made one comment, and I knew the conversation was over. Alice, your OBYGN appointment is next Wednesday, don't miss it."

"Of course not, can we leave now?"

"Yes, off you go." He says standing up and motioning with his hand that we're free to leave, "Oh and Jasper..."

"Yeah?" I ask turning back around to face him.

"Here." He says handing me a brown paper bag.

"Erm, thanks." I reply, taking the bag and walking out of the room and up the stairs to our room.

Alice is sat on the bed, a smirk on her face, and doing that thing she does where she bites her lip. Before she just used to do it when she was nervous or worried about something, now I just think she does it just to get a rise out of me.... Literally.

"You ok there, Sugar?"

"Mmm hmm. That was like possibly the most uncomfortable conversation of my life, the only other thing that could top that was the 'are you still virgins' conversation we had across the breakfast table this morning. To say I nearly choked on my cereal would be accurate."

"Were the guys there?" I question, knowing they're gonna call me out on my shit if they know I'm still a virgin.

"Nope," She says popping the p, "He's not that evil." She giggles.

"Not that I'd care if they know, it's just I'd have to explain and..."

I don't get a chance to finish my sentence because she bounces up off the bed and throws herself into my arms, attaching her lips to mine.

Now this I can get used to.

After what seems like an eternity of the most exquisitely delicious kisses she pulls away and I pout at the loss of contact. She wraps her arms around me and squeezes me tightly.

Hmm, almost as good.

Kissing the top of her head and nuzzling my face into her bubblegum scented hair, we discuss our plans for the rest of the day. Turns out that I'm not gonna get to see her much this weekend. She's been selected by the school to present her art project at the local museum. I'm prouder than you could imagine that my girl gets to show the world just how talented she is, and I've not been able to take that shit eating grin off my face ever since she told me she'd been chosen. Every time I see posters taped up to trees announcing the event, her name emblazoned across the top of the page, my heart swells with pride that little bit more. I've been asking what her work is of, but she said I've gotta wait and see. If she wants it to be a surprise who am I to argue, and to be fair I've only got to wait until tomorrow now, but she's stressing about it, and I don't like to see her worked up.

"You're coming tomorrow right?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Sugar."

"You don't have too, but I'd like you to. Just so you know."

"I'll be there." I say taking her hand and bringing it to my lips. "It's important to me."

Which, in all fairness, is true, she's spent hours on this project and managed to get an A+ for it, how could it not be important to me? I'd agreed to pick her up at 7 so we'd be there for 7.30 when the show started, her unveiling wasn't until 8 but I said I'd be there early to give her some moral support.

*****

Knowing she loves the shit outta me when I make an effort, I'm dressed in a suit and tie for the evening. They told Alice that it's going to be reasonably formal and that there could be some local press there. She said I don't have to go all out and just to be myself, but there is no way I'm gonna let her down. Can you imagine, she's there, all fucking awesome and dressed to the nines, presenting her outstanding work, and there's me, jeans, a shirt and unpolished boots. Nope it'd looks terrible, and I'd never let her down like that.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I spread out some old newspaper so that I can polish my boots without getting it everywhere. Rosalie comes down the stairs, looking real pretty, she's got a glow to her now and it's great to see that she's a lot more relaxed since it all came out in the open. Things are still tense here at home, but I'm sure dad will come round at some point. They're both just stubborn and neither will back down.

"You look real pretty, Rosalie."

"Thanks. You're looking good too, Jas. She'll be happy y'all made an effort."

"Good, I wanna make her as proud of me, as I am her." I smile, cos it's true. I really do want for her to be as proud of me as I am of her. It's strange because she's like a totally different person but not if that makes sense. Since she's been here she's come out of her shell and she's become one of the bubbliest people I have in my life, but saying that, she probably always was, I just never gave her the chance before. It's moments like this when I realise how much I've changed since she's been around too. I'm not the same person I used to be.

"Hey, where d'ya go? I've been talking to you Jas."

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"How much I don't like the person I used to be."

"Jas, you were, and still are, a good guy, don't doubt yourself, you've just grown up, nothing shameful in that at all."

"Thanks. I needed to hear that I guess."

"No worries. Now you wanna drive, cos I swear, I'm going right off that car. I kinda need to get something a little more practical..."

"Erm, did I just hear you right? You wanna get something practical, it's hardly gonna look that great is it." I laugh.

"Seems we've both grown up. My baby's safety is far more important than how I look driving a car."

"Ah Rose, I'm so fucking proud of you." I say giving her a hug. She's gonna be the best mama in the world to this kid, and I can tell by the look in her eye she's gonna love it unconditionally.

*****

Arriving at the Cullens' I step out of the car, walk around and open the door for Rose, and help her to the front door. The whole of Forks is covered in a sheet of ice, and the last thing I want is for her to fall down and hurt herself or the baby. That shit isn't happening when she's with me, and it's even less likely to happen around Em. He's in full Papa bear mode; he calls her every morning to see how she is if she's not stayed with him, if she's sick he drives straight around with peppermint tea and ginger biscuits to settle her stomach. Alice told me she's even seen him holding her hair off her face and rubbing her back when it gets really bad. I can't believe the difference in him, it's untrue. The goof ball has completely transformed before our eyes, managed to get his scholarship changed to UW so they can stay close. Everything seems to be coming together for them. Esme even said that she'll take care of the baby during the day if Rosalie wants to continue studying. What she'll do is yet to be decided but she accepted her place at UW and let them know the situation.

Rosalie lets herself in and calls out for Em, who is at her side, caressing her stomach, as soon as she finishes the last syllable of his name. She sighs and threads her fingers in his short hair, as he bends down in front her and talks to her stomach. If the dude weren't so freaking big I'd be teasing the shit outta him, but you know what, if it were me in the situation I'd probably be doing the exact same thing. He finally acknowledges my presence and pats me on the back and tells me that Alice is still getting ready. This doesn't surprise me. Considering my girl used to say that she wasn't fussed about 'expensive shitty clothes that cost more than a week of rent', she's certainly taken to wearing them. I'm blaming Rosalie for that though, and to say Alice almost pissed her pants when Rose said she can have what she wants out of her closet when they don't fit anymore would be an understatement. Anyone would have thought you'd just given the girl the keys to a gold mine.

Probably worth more than the contents of a gold mine is Rosalies' closet.

Edward comes down the stairs, one hand in his hair and the other on the bridge of his nose.

"I swear to god, do not try sharing a bathroom with a 17 year old girl. It's fucking murder you know that right?"

"Erm, yeah, I live with Rosalie, nobody in this house has shit on her." I reply laughing.

"I heard that!" She teases.

"You were meant to." I reply winking. "So are you talking about Alice or Bella in this instance?"

"Alice. Bella doesn't take that long to get ready, Alice on the other hand has been in that bathroom for like 2 hours. In the end I had to use the guest bathroom upstairs. I'm so glad they've not knocked it out yet."

"Ah you've got all this to look forward to."

"BABY!!!" She screams as she bounces down the stairs, shoes in one hand and purse in the other.

"Hey, Sugar. Excited much?"

"Like you wouldn't believe! Seriously, like OH MY GOD, this is gonna be sooooo cool." She says animatedly, "and JAS! You wore a suit. You look so hot right now."

I feel my cheeks grow warm from her compliment. Don't get me wrong, I love hearing stuff like that, but when everyone is around I know I'll be teased about it later. I don't get a chance to say anything in return, because she's in my arms, cheek against my chest, squeezing the life outta me.

"You look beautiful, Sugar." I whisper into her hair.

She really does too. Her usual spiky hair has been straightened and is brushed down around her face, in what I'm sure I've heard them call a pob or a bob or something like that. She said she wanted to let it grow long, but it gets to a certain length and she's at the salon having it all cut off again. That's the kinda thing I'll never understand. Though I kinda like her hair this length, it suits her pixie like face. She's wearing a knee length black woollen dress, but not like chunky wool, more like a thin sweater if that makes sense, and there's this pink lacy detail around the neck, it's cute on her and she's pulled in her already invisible waist with a belt. Its clothes like these that make me realise just how tiny she really is, and when I realise how tiny she is, I just want to protect her that little bit more.

"Alice, you seriously can't be wearing those heels, have you seen the ice out there?"

"It's fine angel, I'm gonna wear my Uggs there, and I'll change when I get inside."

Uggs?

Who calls their company Ugg?

It sounds prehistoric and caveman like.

You woman, me man, come here, Ugghhh.

I laugh to myself before speaking to Alice. "Sure Sugar, whatever you say, I just want you to be safe. You ready to make a move?"

"Yup, just gotta grab something from the kitchen."

I wait for her, holding open her coat whilst she messes about doing whatever the fuck she needs to, tapping my foot, knowing that she's gonna be late if she doesn't hurry up. She comes out holding her huge art folder, and puts her arms in her coat. Taking the folder by the handle and offering her my other arm, we say goodbye and that we'll meet them there in a bit.

"Alice, how the fuck do you manage to carry this on your own?"

"Erm, I just kinda cope I guess." She shrugs. "Em usually takes it for me, and I never had one before I lived here."

I make a mental note that next year on the days that she has art I'll pick her up every day, just so I can carry that folder. If Em isn't gonna be around I'll make sure she doesn't have to struggle cos seriously It's like almost as big as her.

She listens to some crap on the stereo as we make our way there and she's content with singing along to the words. It's strange cos as much as she sings all the time, I've never actually taken that much notice, I dunno how I could have missed it though, because my girl sings like a freaking angel.

She catches me looking at her every so often and blushes.

"Don't stop, I was enjoying listening to you."

"Hmm, sorry, I guess I'm a little more nervous than I admitted early, it makes me relax a little."

"Don't apologise. One, I love hearing you sing, and two, you've every right to be nervous, though there's no need, you're awesome and very talented, you're gonna blow people away without a shadow of a doubt."

I rest my hand on her knee and she smiles relaxing into my touch. I love that such a simple gesture on my part can help calm her nerves. It's much the same with her to me though, all she has to do is run her fingers through my hair and I'm like jello.

When we arrive at the museum, she gets all fidgety in her seat, and starts to bounce around a little, I'm not sure if it's the nerves or excitement, but she's so fucking cute right now I couldn't care less either way. I get out, walk around the car and help her out, pop the trunk and take out her folder. Her purse is on her shoulder and the heels are sparkling in the moonlight as they hang from her hand. It's in that moment I appreciate just how beautiful she really is.

How did I get so lucky?

"Jas, I'm so nervous." She mutters.

"Don't be, you're so talented, Sugar."

"I'm don't care what anyone else thinks, I'm nervous about what you guys are gonna think."

Nervous about what we think?

Why would she be nervous?

We're gonna love it; she's put her heart, soul and mind into this work.

"We're gonna love it. I'm sure of it." I reassure her, holding open the door for her to enter.

"Ah Alice, you're here. Is there anything you need or is everything set up?"

"No it's all done, I just need to add some quick graphics to the picture."

"Go ahead; it's through that door there. You'll see your work displayed on the wall."

"Thanks Ms Applebee. I'll be back in a second Jas, go help yourself to those h'orderves or something."

Did she just say whores duhs?

I smile, and encourage her to do what she needs to, heading for the door to wait for everyone else; they should be here any minute. Just like magic I hear Emmett's' booming voice before I see anyone. They've all dressed smart and I know it'll make Alice happy. I know she wants this evening to be wonderful and I'm sure that's exactly just how it'll turn out.

We make our way inside just as Alice comes out, now dressed in her heels, looking the picture of perfection. I hold out my hand as she makes her way over and she securely grasps it and pulls us towards her work as a voice comes across the PA system. All the other bodies in the building move in the same direction with us. Her art teacher and the owner of the museum talk about the work on show tonight and tell us how they selected my girls' piece as they were 'amazed at her raw talent and artistic vision' of the trigger word she'd been given. Alice explains to me in whispers as they continue to talk that they'd had to pick a word and that they were to draw, paint or sculpt their own interpretation. It all sounds completely outta my depth, but I nod and hum in what seems like the right moments.

"We'd now like to introduce you to the artist in question who we've asked to say a few words before we unveil her work. Miss Alice Cullen." She says, clapping her hands.

We all clap and she walks to the front of the crowd and take her spot behind the microphone. I can't help but grin so big because the pride I have for her right now is beyond description. Emmett starts to whistle and generally make a noise before Rose elbows him in the stomach and Esme swats the back of his head. Both Edward and I laugh as he rubs at his stomach and head.

"Oww you guys, that hurt!"

Alice clears her throat and begins her small speech.

"I'd like to thank everyone that has specifically come here tonight just to see my work. On receiving my trigger word I struggled to find the right inspiration, however, a string of events led me to my family. They're the reason that this piece of work exists, without them, I'd of failed; not only in my art exam but also in life..."

I can hear Esme weeping, and Rose is full on sniffling behind me.

Seriously they're crying?

"Fucking hormones." Rosalie mutters under her breath as Emmett rubs at her arm.

"I have one more special person I'd like to thank too, and I'm sorry if this seems more like an Oscar acceptance speech than an unveiling, but right now, this is my red carpet moment, so I'd ask that you give me a few more moments of your time."

Just enjoy your moment Sugar, don't let anyone make you rush.

"So yes, the last person I'd like to thank is my boyfriend Jasper..." She says looking at me straight in the eyes as she lets her words fall from her lips. I blow her a kiss, not caring about who is around me or watching us. Like always, in my mind, it's just me and her. "He's been here for me through a real tough time in my life, thank you baby... for making me whole again. I love you."

She finishes and leaves her position to stand next to the red velvet curtain covering her work. With a small tug of the gold rope there before us is the most beautiful painting I've ever seen. My jaw just drops open as I take in the sight in front of me.

The word fairytale is arched across the top of the canvas; I can only presume this is her 'trigger word' or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, but it's what's below, that takes my breath away. There in the centre of the page is a portrait of yours truly. We're talking full on charcoal, black and white, realistic, dimple and all, like she's taken a goddamn photograph and stuck it in place. Behind 'me' is a coloured drawing of the world. Written around the world are the words 'You're the centre of my universe' in her curvaceous script. There are then illustrations of each member of the Cullen family and one of both Rosalie and Bella, then a small baby wrapped in a yellow blanket.

So that's what she's been working on for the last week.

The lifelike resemblance is subliminal. I know my girl has artist flair but this is clearly beyond talent. You can call me bias because sure I'd say it was great if she'd just drawn a couple of stick people and put our names next to them, but this really is spectacular. I don't even see her take her place back on the stand as my eyes are still taking it in.

"My trigger word, as you can see, is fairytale. You may wonder why I choose to draw my family instead of the usual princess crowns, white horses, glass slippers and pumpkin carriages. See I learnt the hard way, that princess fairytales don't exist. They're just that, tales, told to young girls to make them believe in love and happy ever afters. This to me is a real version of a fairytale, one that has trials and tribulations of life thrown in to test the water in the moat around my castle, where a girl doesn't have to have a ride off into the sunset with a prince to feel like she's found happiness.

"My family made me realise that you don't need made up stories to feel that contentment, they've shown me unconditional love. They are my fairytale.

"Thank you for your time this evening; and thank you for letting me show you that a girl can go from rags to riches without it needing to be with a financial gain. The love I receive on a daily basis makes me the richest girl in world."

Bella has now joined in the snivelling behind me, and Esme is full on sobbing at Alices words. I can't mock them though; my throat has a lump the size of a soccer ball in it right now, mainly cos a part of her speech concerns me. I mentally promised her that I'd give her a fairytale romance, and although she is being metaphorical in what she said, it causes me pain that I've broken my unspoken vow. Everyone crowds around her and gives her all the praise she deserves and more. I shake the thought of the pledge out of my mind and wrap her in my arms, kissing her hair and enthusiastically drown her in praise, adoration and everything fibre of love I have in my body.

Valentine's Day is just two weeks away and I'll show her that she's worthy of the fairytale she's been dreaming about since she was a little girl.

You'll get your happy ever after, Sugar, mark my words.

*****

~*~Alice~*~

I've never been as nervous as I am right now, standing here, telling the world how I don't need a Prince Charming to have my happy ever after. The worlds seem to fall from my mouth on autopilot, I'd written my speech the week before last, and I'd memorized it word for word. I know where to pause and I know where to take a breath. I'm glad, because my full attention is on the one person in the world that the words were written for.

Jasper.

It's true. At the beginning of the semester we each had to pick a word out of the folded pieces of pink paper. I'd pulled out 'Fairytales'. Of all the words available for choice I'd managed to pick the only one that didn't mean shit to me.

Fairytales, ha.

Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Belle and Snow freaking White. They're fairytales. Sure Sleeping Beauty and Snow White had run ins with wicked witches but they got their happy endings, Belle fell in love with a beast and Cinderella had a fairy godmother, all pretty cute right? Well all I felt I had was wicked witches, hobgoblins and arch villains that were there to make my life miserable. Where was my happy ever after?

That, of course, was until I found my own untraditional variation of a fairytale, it was in the shape of the Cullen family, and that's when the idea was born. I spent hours jotting ideas down, and they all came back to same place.

The Cullens, Rosalie, Bella and Jasper.

I'd started to draw them before Jasper and I got together. When we did, I soon realised that he was my own unconventional Prince Charming. Willing to go the extra mile to make me safe, secure and loved. Sure we weren't going to be setting off into the sunset on the back of a horse anytime soon, but I'm sure if I asked he'd make it happen, that's just how my Jas works.

As I say my speech, his brow creases, I'm pretty sure he thinks I don't notice, but I'm in sync with his emotions as much as he is mine. Something I've said is bothering him; I just hope he takes the time to tell me what it is. Walking from the stand I worm my way through the crowd to my family, random people I don't know stop me to congratulate me and I'm as polite as I can be. I'm ecstatic that people understand the idea behind it, but I want to get to my family.

"Alice, that was so beautiful." Esme says as she wipes her eyes and grabs me into the tightest hug physically possible for someone of her size.

Jas is behind me as Esme lets me go, and his arms snake around my waist, his face in my hair and his breath fanning across my head. I can smell the mint of his gum, and feel the beating of his heart. I feel in my safe place. The nerves from unveiling my work and from worrying about what people were going to think are no longer in my body.

"So I'm the centre of your universe huh?" He whispers cockily in my ear.

Turning around to face him; I give him the most honest answer I can.

"You better believe it Prince Charming."

And just like that, the crease that marks his brow disappears into thin air, just like magic.

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