Author's Notes: I'm back and with a new chapter! Thanks for all the reviews and support for Jasper and Edward. James is becoming quite the nuisance. I drilled this chapter out with a lot of gusto to make up for the long breaks and plus my deadline for one of my one-shots has been extended (YES!) so I had time to work on this after the finals.
This is the LAST of the "Week" chapters. After this, it's all normal chapter titles. It'll be weird, I'm sure...
Hope you guys enjoy!
Characters not owned by me.
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Chapter Twenty Four: 36 Weeks II
Her round eyes widened, brown orbs staring back at me.
"Jasper!" She exclaimed in a tickling laugh, "That's not what I meant." Her accent wasn't as thick as when she was smaller, but it accentuated her excitement. I laughed along with her, cupping my hands around the soil, not minding the dirt caking under my nails.
"He was really sweet." She continued, "But he's not my type." Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't elaborate. I nudged her with my elbow, "What?" She giggled.
"What's your type?" I watched as she looked away, threads of her black locks falling over her shoulder. She was beautiful, inside and out and definitely one of the reasons summer at grandma's was so enjoyable.
She rolled her eyes, "I don't know, Jasper..." She sighed, "Quiet, but intense guys, you know?"
"Really?" I elbowed her again in jest, "How about looks?" There was some joy I took in this. Over the school year we had both grown. Where I grew taller, lankier and my voice deepened, her body curved and swelled. We were the same, but something between us changed and I couldn't put a finger on just what it was. I found myself enjoying conversations about the boys she liked and the things she did with her friends; going to the mall, friend drama and sleepovers. In time, she became more social and I became more of a hermit.
"Looks don't matter much to me." She shrugged.
"Well, he has to be cute, right?" I asked.
"I guess so."
"So...does he need to have green eyes, brown eyes? Is his skin a golden brown or an ivory white?"
She laughed, "Jasper, are you asking me if he has to be Mexican or White?"
I frowned, thinking over the physical traits I used before laughing at how she must have read my question, "No, I was just...you know...I wanted to make sure I covered as much as possible."
"Well," there was a cunning smile on her pretty face, "I think you skipped sun-kissed skin and bluish green eyes." She waited until I caught on to just what she may have been implying.
I felt my lips form in a comical O and she giggled shyly.
"It's okay, Jasper." She patted my hands, before tending to the plants next to me, "I don't expect anything."
"I-I didn't know..."
"Of course you don't." She shrugged, "I don't think you know just how cute and fun you are." It was her turn to poke me in jest.
I was flattered, truly flattered. In all the years I had known her, I wouldn't have ever suspected...especially considering our age. With an affectionate swell in my chest, I blurted out, "Maria, I think you're my best friend."
Her head turned sharply, cocked to the side as she read my expression. I was sure I was beet red, "I think you're mine too." She said with a beaming smile. The Texas sun was overwhelmingly heavy and hot, but there in the garden, in the shade of the house, we worked silently together until grandma called us in for lunch. She had a stern look about her, but that didn't stop her from cupping both of our cheeks, giving us maternal kisses, talking away about how she couldn't wait for our wedding.
I caught Maria's gaze as she rolled her eyes and smiled.
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"What are you thinking about, baby?" His lips were next to my ear, warm breath fanning out on my neck. My hands moved around absently in the water, before I picked up the sponge, rubbing it along his lower thigh.
He moved behind me and I had to refrain from touching what was pressing against my back in eager need.
"A girl I used to know..."
"Girl?" I didn't have to turn around to see that his eyebrows were raised in question.
"Yes. A girl, Edward."
"Did you like her?"
"Well, yes." I rolled my eyes, picturing him actually jealous, "She was the closest thing I had to a best friend."
"Were you ever...together?" If he was trying to sound nonchalant, he was failing.
"No. I never saw her that way. It was like having a sister 3 months out of the year."
"What do you mean '3 months out of the year'?"
Without intending to, I explained to Edward about my mother's childhood town she was raised in. Though she left, to live with my father in Alabama, my grandmother stayed in the house even after my grandfather's passing. Over time, a new family moved in next to my grandmother's. They were a polite family, kept mostly to themselves but didn't mind the occasional company of my very neighborhood friendly grandmother. Through them, I met their daughter Maria her first summer there. Where I was shy, she was quite adventurous and outgoing. With her, I was capable of coming out of my shell a bit every year. With her, I gained a bit of courage.
Edward took the opportunity to use the sponge, "Have you asked your mother about her?" I hadn't thought to ask, but it was definitely something to do the next time we spoke. I internally smiled, thinking of our recent conversations. She repeatedly was asking about Edward. I know she wanted to speak to him. He did as well. He just didn't press as much.
"I think I should." I tried to get more comfortable, but couldn't lift my legs much, even in the expansive tub.
"You okay?" His arms were already secure around my torso, fingers massaging along my sides. He gingerly pulled me against his slick chest, causing the water in the tub to move in waves, "Try it now."
"I don't think I can move them much." I snorted, "You know, with this massive stomach and all."
"Mmm," He cooed behind me, moving his hands up the sides of my belly, "You're beautiful with this stomach."
"Right," It was sarcastic agreement. It was confusing that Edward would find me attractive in my condition.
"You are." He argued, a coy smile on his face, "I get to take care of you and dote on you and see you get your mother claws out..." His voice was husky and low. I shifted, feeling movement behind me.
"Edward..." I panted, "Don't..."
"Don't what?" He teased, pressing his pink lips on my shoulder, before nipping it lightly.
"Don't..." It was hard functioning on just what to say, so instead I focused on his complimentary words, "Mother claws?" I repeated. He snickered like a naughty child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"You get a bit protective." He shrugged.
"About?" I pressed, hoping he'd elaborate. I couldn't recall being overly assertive about anything.
"That conversation we had at my parents'." I groaned at the recollection. After things settled down a bit after James visit, Carlisle and Esme invited us to dinner, which was a polite cover for what they wanted to talk about; delivering the baby. Esme was more pushy than I had ever seen before, requesting that I be under her care. Considering this was an artificial pregnancy, more fatal things could happen. It was a gracious offer, but I had to decline - a few times. She wouldn't let up. And if that wasn't enough, Carlisle expected at least that he visit for daily check-ups to make sure I wasn't enduring any pain or discomfort. I reluctantly agreed to that. It seemed the worst was over, until Esme mentioned care after the baby was to be born. I had gotten lost in her lengthy speech about childcare, doctor appointments and babysitting. Again, she offered her assistance, but this time in company, staying a few weeks with me and Edward, taking care of the newborn. A brief flash of Mike's mother entered my mind and I couldn't contain the irritation I felt. I was impolite and harsh, claiming that I wasn't an invalid and was perfectly capable of taking care of my own child. I quickly regretted it, seeing the hurt look on Esme's face. She was a kind soul and was the first of the Cullen family I knew and was last to judge and always first to forgive and here I was tossing her help aside ungratefully. I apologized and excused myself from the table. I couldn't face his parents after that night.
Like always, he knew what I was thinking, "They're not mad, Jazz." He assured me, when I hadn't spoken, "My mother understood. She overstepped boundaries. She knows you need some form of independence, but she wanted to let you know that help was there."
"I shouldn't have reacted like that." I mumbled, watching my hands move in the soapy water.
I felt him smile against my shoulder, "It was difficult not throwing you down then."
I was thrown by his comment, "Huh?"
"I love my mother dearly, but sometimes she's too much. You have much more backbone than I do. If I don't want to give in to her, I avoid speaking to her at all costs. But you just...spoke up. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen." I couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in my chest. The things he says...
"Ugh," He pouted, "I'm regretting inviting everyone over for dinner. We're going to have to get dressed." In our small world, I forgot we were expecting the boys and girls over. It was going to be the first time I'd see Bella in nearly 2 weeks. Edward got out first, grabbing an enormous towel, before helping me to my feet and wrapping me in it. He was nude, dripping wet, but not minding as he dried me off before wrapping me in my bath robe. With a peck on my lips, he asked for me to wait for him, so he could help me dress. I'm sure he didn't realize how much he reminded me of his mom right then. The both of them were so stubborn in taking care of people. It was just easier to let them have their way. I frowned, thinking that that wasn't only a Esme and Edward trait, but a Cullen trait. What a family I walked into...
An hour later, we were dressed and escorting a usual rambunctious Emmett, who was carrying groceries, followed by Jacob, Rosalie and Alice. Bella was to arrive in a few minutes, seeing how she traveled separately with Mike.
"Fuck!" Emmett bellowed, "We hadn't had a night of debauchery in weeks!" He winked my way.
"It's not going to happen tonight." Rosalie said with a roll of her eyes at Emmett's over-enthusiastic energy, "Bella and Mike are bringing Eric."
"A newborn baby's never stopped some romping good fun," Emmett grabbed Jacob roughly around the waist pulling him in for a kiss, "Ain't that right, babe?"
Jacob responded with a sly smile, "Well, you were calling me 'daddy'." He kissed Emmett back and right there in front of us they enjoyed a rather intimate moment .
Rosalie watched them amused as Edward rolled his eyes and Alice gasped, "Don't tell me you boys did...things while we were out and you were supposed to be watching the baby!" She exclaimed.
"Did you expect anything else?" Edward commented, before taking the forgotten groceries from Emmett and Jacob's side. We left the boys in the front hall as we unloaded the steak, beer, potatoes and chips. The plan was to have a BBQ in honor of everyone being free for the weekend. With the newborns and previous traumatic incidents, the boys thought it would be relaxing to have a night of food and games. I couldn't agree more. I was beginning to miss the bi-weekly nights at their house watching action and horror movies while hearing Emmett's explicit commentary on just what he'd do to Clive Owen given 5 minutes alone with him in a room.
The girls started on peeling the potatoes and Edward left for the backyard, starting the grill. I was left to cut the onions and cucumbers for the salad. There was no use asking for Jacob and Emmett. We were sure they disappeared somewhere in the house.
"So I heard about the incident at mom and dad's," Alice chuckled, giving me a knowing stare, "I can say for myself, mom has never been turned away from help, even from the most stubborn." She flickered a quick glance at the backyard where Edward was. I knew it was coming. This wasn't the type of topic one kept to themselves and I didn't blame whomever it was that ended up telling. How I behaved was atrocious, "I'm proud of you." Alice winked.
I gawked at her, ceasing movements with the knife as to not cut myself, "Proud?"
"Yeah," She shrugged, "It was torture having to keep her and the boys from knocking down the door everyday. It's good that you put your foot down."
I could see Rosalie's profile. She didn't have to say much to let me know she agreed as well. It was astonishing. I behaved badly and I was getting the oddest compliments of approval.
Edward walked in, a smile steady on his face, "Alright, the steaks are seasoned and ready to fire up. Now where the fuck are the..." He began looking through various drawers for his grilling tools. I took that moment to bring to attention something I had been meaning to ask her for a few weeks, "Alice, how was the book?"
"Hmm?" Alice hummed, seeming distracted with the potatoes, "What book...Jasper? She finished, as if something struck her mind at that moment.
"That book you borrowed a few months ago. I wanted to finish reading it by the end of my pregnancy. It was really helpful."
There was no noise except Edward's shuffling around and the knife on the chopping board, "Ah, found it!" Edward exclaimed finally, having spotted whatever he was looking for.
"Alice?" I asked, stopping again, this time to see if she was okay. She had halted her peeling and was standing in front of the sink, shoulder to arm with Rosalie. Suddenly she turned, giving a panicked glance at Edward before finally looking at me, "Are you alright?" I asked. Did she forget something that the baby needed back at the house? I stared at Edward briefly, concerned. What was her reason for staring at him that way? Was it something I said? I stood there trying my best to understand what had changed the mood in the kitchen. And I wasn't the only one. Rosalie stopped as well, and was glancing at us a bit thrown off. Edward had finally looked between me and Alice.
"Umm," she stalled, "I-" The doorbell rang, cutting her off.
With a suspicious look to his sister, Edward started for the kitchen doorway, "I'll get it. That'll be Bella and Mike," He turned his attention to me, "Baby, I hate to do this, but can you get Jake and Em? I need them manning the grill as I get the door."
"No need to, Eddy boy." Emmett's voice boomed from the front of the house, "I got it." He stepped into the kitchen, his short curls a mess on his head, and his shirt buttoned awkwardly.
"Please tell me you washed your hands." Edward groaned. Emmett smirked, lifting his index and middle finger under his nose before sniffing deeply and humming in delight, "Ugh, just do it, Em." Edward pleaded before marching to the door. As Edward disappeared behind the doorway, Jacob entered looking more put together than his boyfriend.
"Don't worry, I didn't let him leave without cleaning himself up." Jacob commented, "Sorry we had to..." He trailed off. He didn't seem embarrassed at all, but that wasn't a surprise. Emmett and Jacob were infamous for their disappearing acts, "I'll start on the steaks." He grabbed the plate of meat piled on before disappearing out the sliding doors. I heard the loud greetings from up front and a whimpering cry. Not noticing I was rubbing my stomach, until Emmett was smirking at me, I turned away, continuing with the vegetables.
"Please tell me you two fucked this time," Emmett leaned against the counter next to me, "Lately, he has been getting wound up. He needs a good pumping to relax."
"Emmett," I started, knowing he was genuinely concerned about our relationship, though he wouldn't say. It was unspoken between us, but I knew that he was aware of just how hard it was for me to let Edward in - in all manners possible. Sex, or touching, would mean I was opening up and offering vulnerability. "We can't get there yet."
"Well did you at least-" He made a loose fist in front of his mouth before pumping it to and from his lips, making an odd sucking noise, "The boy seriously needs a happy ending."
I looked over to the girls. They seemed intent on cutting up the peeled potatoes. In a low voice, I answered, "He's very...attentive and has only taken care of me. I don't know how'd he feel if I just-"
"Took control?" There was a smile on Emmett's face that I could read like a book. He knew just what I could do to make Edward loosen up, "It's best to do it when he least expects it. While you're talking about something light or just when he wakes up in the morning. He's a stubborn giver and if he had it his way, he'd jerk and lick you until he couldn't move anymore. He's never been a fair taker." It was odd taking advice from a man that knew him intimately, but I knew I wasn't as experienced or skilled as Emmett.
"What if...I'm not as good as you."
"You know how to work those lips. I've seen you." I felt my cheeks burn red, "But it wouldn't matter to him. Have you seen the way he looks at you? You're the fucking sun and moon to him, I swear. It was never that way with me and Edward." Looking over his shoulder as if suspecting eavesdroppers, he turned back to me, leaning in, his voice barely high enough for a whisper, "but trust me. I've never known a sweeter blowjob than what Jacob gives, because it's him, you know? Seeing my man go down on me like that..." He watched me in amusement before using his usual loud voice, "Are you blushing, Jasper?"
"Hey guys!" Mike strolled in, looking a little winded but glowing, "Sorry, we're late. We had to stop by the store and get diapers. The kid is a beast." He exchanged hugs with Rosalie and Alice, before shaking Emmett's hand and pulling me into a side hug, "Good to see you doing well, Jasper." He said for my ears only, before walking over towards where Bella and Edward were entering. They were in a deep conversation, but quieted down so Bella could say her hi to everyone.
"Oh, would you look at that!" Alice cooed, already dancing over towards the bundle in Bella's arms.
"He got fussy, so I had to take him out the chair for a moment." Bella explained as everyone got a look at him. He seemed to have grown a bit over the weeks, his face less wrinkled, his eyes remarkably big and brown like his mother's. There was a tuft of black hair poking out, hanging like silk on his head as he watched everyone in the room with wonder. I hadn't noticed Edward was beside me, until I felt his hand at the small of my back and his lips at my temple, "Do you need to sit down for a moment, love?" He asked quietly as everyone talked in hushed voices over the baby.
I shook my head, "I'm fine. Just cutting for the salad."
"Need help?" He held me tighter to him. I had to look his way to know he wasn't staring at me, but at Bella's baby. I wondered if he was thinking about holding a different bundle of joy.
"I haven't shredded the cheddar yet." I offered.
"I'm on it." Finally settling his eyes on me, he leaned in, pressing his lips tenderly to mine before walking towards the fridge to father the block of cheddar he had purchased that morning.
The food was done in under an hour. Eric was settled into his chair, bundled in covers and comfortably sleeping in the front room. I had finally had a moment with Bella as she helped me prepare the salad and set the table. Mike played supervisor for Eric, being sure to check up on him every 10 minutes. They both looked exhausted, but there was this air of lightness to them I couldn't quite comprehend.
When the steak was cooked and on the table and the mashed potatoes were ready, everyone sat at the barely used dining room table. I skipped the beef altogether, tucking into the salad and potatoes and enjoying some homemade Iced Tea that Rosalie had made for the night. The parents chatted about sleepless nights, diaper changing and formula nutrition as Edward and I listened partially, occasionally stealing glances from each other or brushing our fingers together as we reached for our cups or a second helping to salad. The conversation had blurred and carried on and I eventually became lost from it as my attention was focused on him. The way his lips quirked up when he found something amusing, the manner in which he held his fork, how he glanced over at me every so often to check up on how I was as Mike did with Eric. Every small nuance about him was like a thread to a magnificent tapestry. He was an elegantly woven miracle and I just couldn't comprehend just how lucky I was and why I had him. My heart hammered in my chest and suddenly I was unable to keep the fork steady in my hand. I gingerly set it down, taking deep breaths, trying to reign in on the waves of emotions taking over me. Being next to him was such an intense feeling now that the layers were being peeled away from my eyes - now that I was seeing what we were clearer and clearer each day. He tilted his head in concern, quietly asking if I was alright.
"It's...overwhelming." I whispered, so that no one could hear me.
"What is, love?" He lowered his fork, leaning into me, the hand that was resting on my chair, now cupping my cheek.
"Being lucky to have you." His eyes softened and there was an air of relief settling over his face, "I love you, Edward." I expressed, knowing I hadn't said it as much as he had. He sighed contently, coming closer.
"I love you too." his lips were a feather touch on mines, but it felt heavy and powerful as if he applied enough pressure to rob me of air. I was breathless, "You're so beautiful watching me eat, you know that?" His mouth lifted in a half smile.
"Did it make you uncomfortable?"
"It was making me hard." He admitted. I couldn't help the kiddish giggle that escaped me.
"Well, I apologize for that." I teased, causing him to snort in laughter.
"We'll just have to take care of it later." The suggestion made my heart jump in my throat.
"Or...now?" I coined and his eyes widened in surprise before he beamed. Emmett did say take initiative when he least expected it, though I'm sure he didn't mean it that way.
Our exchange ended there just as we noticed the dead silence at the table. We pulled away, finally bringing our attention to everyone. I knew we hadn't been heard, considering our low voices, but clearly there was something everyone found interesting.
Mike spoke first, "You boys are quite the couple." He watched us with an odd look of recognition.
Alice smiled just as widely as her brother did not moments before, "See? What did I tell, you? Saw it coming!"
"It doesn't take a prophet." Bella snorted and everyone laughed, finally continuing their separate conversations.
"You boys are cute together." Jacob whispered, elbowing me gently.
"Yeah, that's no news here. But you two," He nodded his head in Alice and Rosalie who were chatting quietly amongst themselves, "So, are you two fucking or what?" There was a clatter of utensils hitting plates at the table.
"Baby." Jacob scolded. I felt my eyes widened in surprise. It hadn't occurred to me that they may have been a couple. Was there something Emmett knew that I didn't?
Alice, looking unperturbed merely lifted her head in defiance, "It's none of your business." She said in a challenging tone. Rosalie on the other hand didn't seem so defensive. There was a comical gasp from the whole table when Rosalie lifted her hand, placing it gingerly on Alice's.
"It's okay, Al. We should tell them." I felt Edward go rigid next to me.
Alice scowled before blowing out a puff of air, "Fine. Rosalie and I are an item. Anyone have a problem with that?" I found it odd that she was speaking to two gay couples, one of which were waiting for a baby to be born.
But I guess I was alone in comfort with their relationship. Edward choked on his steak. "Alright, breathe, buddy!" Mike exclaimed, patting Edward on the back rather roughly, until he was able to swallow the slab of meat.
"You okay, Sug?" I asked, rubbing the area Mike had patted, hoping to sooth the area. He nodded, but kept his watered eyes trained on his sister.
"I totally called that out." Emmett boasted proudly.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Bella asked gently, "You know we would have been fine with the news, honey." She gave Alice a soothing rub on the arm in assurance.
Rosalie answered instead, "We were waiting for the right time." She sighed, "We didn't really understand it at first either."
"Considering you both are such cocketeers." Emmett added in understanding.
Rosalie shot him a look, "Well if you put it that way."
"How?" Edward spoke up, looking confused, "Why?…. How?"
Alice huffed again, "Thanks, Edward. Feeling the support."
"You know that's not what I mean, Alice." He mumbled, looking guilty.
"It was a few weeks after I ran from Em and Jake's. We had been talking nearly every night about what I should do about the baby and money and Alice had my back one hundred percent. I thought at first that I was just thankful for her support, but over time..." I was a bit surprised to see a complimenting blush on her cheeks.
"It didn't just happen. It was a slow build. Nothing happened until...well...that's none of you business." Alice finished with a venomous tone, eyes narrowed at her brother.
"No one's asking, sweetie." Emmett confirmed, glancing over at me with a look of mortification. I had to refrain from smiling.
"I just don't understand why you didn't tell me earlier."
Alice rolled her eyes, "Well, you weren't exactly eager to tell me about your news until I walked in on you and Emmett-"
"Who wants wine?" Jacob spoke suddenly, jumping up fetch the wine bottle in the kitchen.
"Wine sounds fantastic right now." Bella squeaked, looking a bit flustered.
"I'll get the pie we brought." Mike said with a little too much vigor. He was eager to leave the table as well.
I looked over to Edward, making sure he was alright. He looked pensive. I took his hand under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looked over my way with a beautiful smile, though it was weak. He was distracted.
"You should understand that there was a lot going on. With Paul and Emmett and Jake. They were overwhelmed."
"I just don't..." Edward shook his head.
If there was anyone who understood the girls' situation, it was me. James was a bad part of my history and with Edward taking me in, there was conflicting emotions. I was fearful that he was taking care of me, showing affections because of a robbed past. I wasn't positive how I felt about him, due to insecurities. I knew Rosalie was wondering if Alice would use her as Paul did, even if she was a close friend before. I knew she was scared the boys would find out and I knew Alice wondered what Edward and her parents would think. Not to mention, they were labeled straight women. It was easier to assume this could just be a fling, an experiment. They were smart enough to worry about their chances and talk about it. Just as I did with Edward.
"Do you trust your sister's judgment?" I asked.
"Of course I do." He sighed.
"Then let her make her choices. She allows you to make yours, right?"
He snorted, "Barely." But there was a hint of a genuine smile on his face, "You're right, baby." He replied, giving me a cartoonish smack of the lips on my cheek, "I know you understand this better than I do."
Jacob and Mike were back with the wine and pie and from there our dinner continued smoothly, though one thing had changed - Rosalie and Alice were openly affectionate with each other, with lingering looks and affectionate touches. It blew me away that they had to refrain from doing any of these things before. I silently thanked Emmett for opening his mouth. Unlike the majority of everyone at the table, including Edward, I knew that he was aware of his actions. He was doing them a favor. Sure enough, I looked over at him, seeing a knowing smile on his face as he watched Rosalie brush a strand of hair from Alice's face. There was a brotherly love in his eyes. My heart panged at the loyal affections he kept so well hidden from everyone. Jacob's hand weaved into his, before bringing his knuckles to his lips. He watched Emmett without the knowledge of his boyfriend, a warmth in his eyes.
Well, it wasn't as well hidden as I thought.
After dinner, we moved ourselves to the living room. Bella took Eric to the guestroom where he'd be unable to hear us. Leaving the door partially open, carrying a walkie with her, she was back, seated on Mike's lap in the comfy recliner.
"Ready to get your asses handed to you?" Emmett asked, grinning over at everyone. He popped the DVD in, and soon enough the menu for Scene It! came up. We were paired into our groups, the game board spread on the table as we situated ourselves and argued who was going to roll first. The game hadn't even begun and the boys were exchanging promises of victory and laying down bets. I watched in amusement, preparing for the long night.
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"Fucking cheaters." Edward pouted, walking back into the bedroom. He had locked the doors and made sure all the leftovers were put away for the night.
"They do own a lot of movies." I hoped that would make him feel better, but he pouted anyway.
"They just got lucky." he was donning just his briefs for the night. I watched with too much focus as he strutted over towards me. I hadn't the energy to lay down just yet, so I was propped against the headboard, pillow securing my spine.
"If that makes you feel better." I shrugged, loving the pout that deepened on his face, "I wasn't exactly the perfect partner anyway." I was just now being exposed to movies and television programs. I wasn't much of a TV viewer before.
"What are you talking about?" He climbed on the bed, walking up to me on just his knees and hands, "Love, you're the perfect partner." I rolled my eyes. He was just trying to make me feel better.
"Liar." I called him out on his fib, but he seemed eager to prove me wrong.
"Never." He sported a crooked smirk. A sigh of arousal fell from my lips as he gave me warm kisses along my neck and shoulder, "I couldn't ask for a better companion."
I narrowed my eyes at him, "We are talking about the game, right?"
He shrugged, "Sure."
With a mock gasp, I grabbed the pillow next to him, slapping wildly at where he was. He was quick, diving across his huge bed.
"Get back, here, Edward Cullen." I tried at sounding convincing with a low growl. It wasn't like I was capable of moving around with a massive stomach.
He kept his ground across the bed, "Not until you drop the weapon." He compromised. I watched as he sat there in his navy briefs, chest rising and falling in small pants. He was smiling brightly, his hair more wild than usual. He narrowed his eyes at me, watching the pillow in my grasp, "Not moving." He sang out. He looked so jovial and youthful. My body seemed to tingle to life.
This was the perfect time.
"Fine." I shrugged, dropping the pillow on the floor, where we both knew I couldn't reach it.
"Better." He mumbled, triumphantly crawling back towards me. With a quick peck on the cheek, he lowered the comforter on the bed, asking me to crawl in with him. I did and soon we were laying together, me on my side, a pillow between my thighs for comfort and him on his back, arm wrapped around my shoulder. He reached over, turning the light on the nightstand off, before settling back next to me.
"Had fun tonight, love?"
"Mmm hmm." I nodded, feeling my pulse quicken at what I had in store. My hand was conveniently resting on his bare stomach. If only he knew what I planned on doing...
"Good." He seemed pleased, "I'll have to stop by the studio for a few hours tomorrow, work on a few scenes. We're nearly done with everything." He sighed, "Emmett will be home. He wants to take you out to an early dinner."
"Okay." I answered, too distracted with my mission.
"We'll leave around noon, so that gives you time to call your mother. I notice you usually call early in the morning." He babbled on, oblivious to my twitching fingers.
"Sure." I bit my lip, guiding my fingers down his abdomen. I felt his stomach tighten under my digits.
"Love, what are you doing?"
"Shh," my lips connected with his pecs, "I'm making things up to you as your partner." I pressed down, digging between the elastic band and the warmth of his skin. I heard his breath catch.
"Love, you don't have to." He panted, but his hips jerked up despite his protests, "Let me touch you."
I shook my head, humming in delight when my fingers skimmed his sensitive flesh, causing him to moan, "No. This time, Sugar, let me take care of you."
xXx
"I'll be back as quickly as I can." His hand cradled my neck keeping our lips sealed together, "Mmm." He attempted to pull away, but something had him leaning in again for another kiss. And another.
"You'll be late, Sug." His hand felt heavy on the small of my back. Something in the last 3 weeks since that harsh argument in the car changed things. There was so much that we let go and admitted to ourselves and these recent weeks we were finally being comfortable together, even with James hovering over like a dark shadow. It was odd how I could be in a room with Edward, our eyes meet and suddenly everything was forgotten.
He pulled way with swollen lips, moving both his hands to hold my cheeks, "I'll miss you. Call if even you think it's nothing." I knew what he was referring to.
"I will."
"Don't play brave, Jasper."
"I won't."
"Okay." He seemed relieved that I was keeping my promise not to act irrationally before saying anything to him. He pushed my hair off my forehead before kissing the skin there, then my lips again, "See you in a few hours. Love you."
"I love you too." My cheeks felt hot. The way he had been staring at me all day did nothing to help my mind. I had been recalling the daring move I made the night before.
Finally he was out of the door, leaving me standing there feeling alone and melancholy. Another thing about the 3 weeks that passed - we hadn't spent more than an hour out of each other's sight. This would be his first time back to work in about a month. Emmett was sitting on the couch, leaning against the cushions, his eyes on the TV. I wasn't surprised to see a satisfied grin on his face.
"You totally juggled his coin purse." He said with a knowing look in his eyes.
"What?" I gawked at him, "Em-?" What could I ask, How did he know? If there was anything I knew about Emmett, it was that sex was his bread and butter. He could easily sense the connection between Alice and Rosalie when they weren't even touching or looking at each other, so it was a walk in the park seeing that something physical obviously just happened between Edward and I.
"Please don't tell me you don't see how different he's acting. I swear, it looked as if Christmas came early…Did it come early?" He snickered, wiggling his eyebrows in suggestion. I took a seat next to him and sighed. It was no use hiding. He'd find out sooner or later.
"He wasn't premature, if that is what you're asking." I said, rolling my eyes.
"He made noises, didn't he? I always pegged him for a vocal fuck, but I swear, boy rarely made a peep with me." He seemed thoughtful. Shrugging, he grinned, "But then again, he never gotten hard at the sight of me."
I shifted uncomfortably. It was odd hearing him talking about Edward so intimately, but treat it with such nonchalance. I knew that Jacob was where his heart was, but knowing that there was a part of Edward he had that I didn't yet... It never occurred to me until right then, that Emmett had that over me. As if reading my mind, he spoke again, "Sex with him is going to be really different with you, I'm sure. They'll be fireworks and all that shit and I'm sure you'll having trouble walking afterwards."
"Em-" I groaned, looking away. Maybe he was right. I was the first person after Emmett that he took interest in. And he was happy. I recalled the conversation I had with my mother not an hour before. We were setting the date for her flight. She made no mention that my father was coming - which I was thankful for - and was scheduling for booking a hotel, when I explained that it would be fine if she stayed in Edward's guest bedroom. Something about that statement drove our conversation back to our relationship.
"Do you love him, Sug?" She asked tenderly, as if questioning if he proposed to me.
"I do. So much."
"He sounds like a sweetheart. Are you happy with him?"
"We have things to work out, but there are moments when I feel..." I couldn't explain it. Through all the confusion and insecurity and pain, knowing he was there, knowing I could touch him, speak to him, made things better than they were before I had him. I was scared like hell that this could be the illusion, but the difference between now and before, was that I was willing to take the leap instead of running. I was finally fighting my fears, because in the end, if this wasn't to work out, I still had friends and I now had mama.
I needed him and it would be hard if he ever left. He was becoming my world, but I knew I could survive. I did it before.
My mother was scheduled to come the day before Halloween, two days before the baby was due and a few days after I'd be sent to the A.I.S. maternity wing in the Kaiser hospital in Hollywood. From what Dr. Denali told us, there was no actual time for my labor. It was up to her to make sure the baby was ready. There were occasions where the artificial organs ruptured - a sign that the baby was ready - but mostly the tissues stayed enacted and the doctors had to perform an incision during the c-section. I was due to be in the hospital for a week, but I really didn't want the first time my mother was to see me in five years, to be under that condition.
Thinking about it made me anxious. An odd diving feeling took over me. I suddenly felt light headed. I leaned my elbows on my knees, holding my forehead.
"Hey, hey." Emmett was alert, "Do you need me to get Edward. He's probably not out of the neighborhood yet."
I shook my head, feeling like a fool for even letting my nerves get to me, "No, Em. I'm fine. Really nervous about the delivery."
"What's to be nervous about? The baby's coming in about two weeks, you got everything, had some hands-on experiences with Hope and Eric. You'll be a perfect, sexy daddy."
I gave him a weak smile, "I'll be seeing my mom for the first time in years as well."
Emmett's expression was suddenly serious, "I heard about that. Edward says you don't talk about her much."
"I don't mean to. It's hard piecing together the people from my past with the people from my present. It took me awhile to even tell my mom I was gay even after I was pregnant. I don't know what it's going to be like with her here."
"Does she know about everything?"
"Yeah."
"And she's still coming to support you?"
"Yes."
"Then you have nothing to worry about. In fact, I'd say be fucking excited. You'll have someone to watch Lil' Jasper as you and Edward explore life without a third party… If you follow."
My body was trembling slightly at the idea of holding my son in just 14 days. Emmett, sensing my discomfort, pulled me into his wide frame, snuggling into me as we continued watching television. We didn't talk much and that was a first. For being someone who was tactless and filter free, Emmett did have a good compass for observation. There wasn't much to be said to make me feel more comfortable about the coming future. It was a big deal, even with everyone on my side. I was sure Emmett knew this as he allowed my head to roll on his shoulder. I felt is chest rumble under me as he laughed at something on the TV.
Before I knew it, I was slipping into a deep sleep.
xXx
The rough kick woke me up. It was powerful and painful, nothing I felt before. I groaned, assuming I must have rolled slightly on my stomach.
I wasn't.
I was on my side, a fairly big sized pillow under my head and shoulders, a knitted blanket over me. The TV was off and there was the faint sound of water running. I sat up, stretching out the kinks in my neck, blinking back the sleepiness. A sudden wave of nausea took over me. The feeling hadn't gone away.
"Hey, Blondie!" I heard Emmett call from the kitchen, "I know you're exhausted, so we're doing dinner in tonight. Spaghetti and some thick, Italian sausages for dinner. Unfortunately they were fresh out of Irish." He winked my way. He caught the look on my face and his smile faltered, "You still feel bad?"
I shook my head, "No, just nausea." I stood on my feet and the wave grew exponentially.
"Whoa!" Emmett raced over, just as I wobbled, losing my balance, "Alright, I'll call Edward, then your doctor."
"Cut it out, Em. I'm just a bit sick." I sighed, knowing Edward would need to be aware of this, "Call Edward only." Emmett nodded, "How long has he been at work?"
"You've been sleeping the last three hours, so he's probably only had 2 and a half hours top to work. I'll tell him to stay put and that you're alright, okay?"
I nodded, "I need to use the restroom." I felt a heavy pressure on my bladder now that I was on my feet.
"Okay, I'll walk you there." As he promised, Emmett escorted me to the bathroom door. I walked in, feeling the Earth tilt slightly, before standing in front of the toilet. I couldn't move. It took a few tries to pull my stretchy pants down and attempt to go. It was as if I was bone dry. What was going on?
Then like a flash of white, intense heat, I felt the searing pain above my groin. I couldn't control the agonized scream that ripped through my chest as I held my belly. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
"Fuck, Jasper?" The bathroom door banged open, "Shit, Edward, get over here now!" There was a clatter as he dropped the phone on the tile, "Where does it hurt, Jazz? Show me."
"I was panting, unable to speak, unable to breathe, "I...my..."
"Shit! Shit! Okay, okay..." Emmett was attempting to calm himself down, "I'm going to take you to the couch in the living room, okay?" I felt his big hands around my waist, "Do you need me to carry you or can you walk?"
"I can..." And it happened again. The stabbing pain that had me momentarily blind in agony, "NO!" I screamed incoherently, knowing the baby was in danger. He was in pain. What if something was killing him?
Emmett didn't need to ask. I was in his arms instantly, and he was carrying me to the living room. Laying me right back on the pillow and cushions, Emmett checked me over to see if I was situated right, "I'll be right back. I'm going to call your doctor and Carlisle. Can you hang in there for me while I make the phone call?" I nodded, feeling the perspiration coat my heated body, "I'll be a second." He left me in the living room, trembling violently, awaiting the next stab of pain. I heard him call Dr. Denali first. There was a hurried, panicked trail of words before he walked back into the living room. He leaned over the couch, pressing his hand to my forehead, "Yes, he is." He spoke into the phone. I could hear the mumbling of the doctor's voice on the other line before he pressed his hand to my belly. I hissed in pain and he retracted his hand instantly, "Yes, it's tender." He walked around the couch in my line of sight, before squatting down next to me. I whimpered, feeling his cool fingers pet my hair back, "Yeah, I can do that." With some last words, he ended the call, giving me a look of determination.
"Okay, Blondie," He was calmer and more collected now, "We're taking you to the A.I.S. office since the drive to Hollywood is going to be too far. Luckily this is happening at the peak of their hours, so they'll be a staff waiting for you. Can you move?" I was too scared to. I shook my head violently, "Alright, sweetie, I'll carry you to the car. Let me grab my keys and wallet, okay?" He disappeared again and was back in under a minute, tucking his wallet in his back pocket. He lifted me from the couch with ease, walked me over to the front door which he had propped open and carried me to his jeep. I cried out at the movement. It was as if my insides were tearing.
"Okay, I got you." He whispered, laying me along the back seat. He rummaged around in the front, before pulling out a discarded sweater - that looked much like the one Jacob wore to dinner - before folding it and tucking it under my head. He closed the door gently and he was gone again. I tried shutting my eyes, but the frantic movement in my stomach had my anxiety heightened. Something was very wrong. Emmett was back, jumping in the front seat, starting the engine. He looked back at me briefly as if checking to see if I was breathing, before reversing out of the parking spot. He braked suddenly, frowning. There was a loud honk behind us. Emmett checked the rearview mirror and let out a heavy, relieved sigh.
"Thank fucking God." He exclaimed. He seemed to be waiting for something. What, I wasn't sure. I gasped, hearing the backseat door open. My head was exposed to cool Autumn air and the person standing there, blocking the rays of the afternoon sun.
"Shit, baby." Edward's melodic voice was weak and terrified. I felt his fingers dig in between my shoulders and the leather seat, lifting me slightly as he climbed in. My head met his lap and I turned on my side, hugging his thigh to my cheek, "Have you felt anything in the last few minutes?" I nodded. He directed his attention to Emmett, "We're meeting her in front of the office."
"Okay." The car began moving again, "How the fuck did you get here so fast?" Emmett didn't sound upset about it at all, just in awe.
"I...couldn't concentrate at the studio. I was already halfway back when you called. I pretty much hightailed it the rest of the way. Thank God I left when I did. Traffic was already starting."
"And you got here in 20 minutes at 3 in the afternoon?"
"I drove on the shoulder of the freeway." Edward shrugged.
"Shit, you were very lucky." To my surprise, Emmett maneuvered the car in grace, not as fast and rough as the first time I met him. Edward seemed thankful for that. His fingers stroked my waves and every few seconds he checked up on me, asking me questions, examining the pain on my face.
It felt like hours in that car, but we finally arrived at the office. They were swift and quick, helping me out of the car. Edward walked ahead as Emmett carried me, both heading quickly towards the towering building where I could make out a figure standing behind a wheelchair at the entrance.
"Put him here for me." My doctor sounded more assertive than I remembered, "We're taking him to the third floor. It's where our maternity ward is."
"What? Are you telling me he's having the baby now?" Emmett cried.
Edward, with a look of anxiety, didn't appear at all surprised, "They'd have to. His organs..."
I could make out the doctor nodding in my periphery. I was being wheeled through the double doors that lead to the lobby, "There are occasions where the artificial organs and sac for the baby are stressed. From the information I was given, it appears that it is still intact, but it is essential that we get him in that room before it happens." I kept silent, my arm protectively over my stomach. Edward pushed my chair towards the wide elevator, where we waited for it to come down.
"Jasper," She finally spoke to me, "Have you felt the baby move?"
"Yes." I nodded, "In the car."
"And the pain?"
"Not for the whole car ride." There was a ding and the elevator doors slid open. I was pushed in.
"They'll be some nurses waiting for us. We're going straight into surgery, so if you two want to accompany Jasper, you'll need to get into scrubs." I felt sick hearing those words. Surgery. Oh God, I was having my baby today.
But I'm not ready.
I didn't plan for it now.
What if something happened.
I stared up at Edward, watching his emerald eyes cloud in concern and fear. The tips of his fingers caressed my cheek, "I'll be here, love."
xXx
The constant beeping was driving me insane. People rushed about around me, spattering of blue and sterile white. A metal tray with foreign instruments, the murmurs of voices tense and ready. I lay on the table, staring up at the lines of light and I couldn't help fear that this may not turn out good. The room was big and round, a long window along 1/3 of the wall, leading out to the ward's hallways that were vacant. On each side of me, I felt hands, strong grips of warmth. Emmett was staring down at me, his enthusiasm back.
"Everyone's on their way." He promised. For what? For this? For an surgery that we weren't sure could mean something bad?
The voices were becoming echoes in a long tunnel. I gripped both hands, knowing the drugs were having an affect. One was meant to relax my nerves since my blood pressure was too high to surgically go in and the other was meant to numb my stomach. It felt much bigger than after the shot.
"Okay, we're ready." The voice was low and drawn out as if someone in the room had control of the pace in conversation. I grunted, feeling my senses dull. Emerald eyes caught my attention. I watched them flicker in the general direction of the nurses. Pursed lips and furrowed brows. He looked concerned.
"Edward." My voice sounded deeper and slow as well. He looked down at me, a weak smile on his lips.
"I'm here." I knew he was petting my hair back, but I couldn't feel it. I wasn't supposed to be numb everywhere. I panicked, but I couldn't feel my heart pick up. In fact, the more I felt myself worrying, the slower everything was becoming. My eyes flickered around the room, towards the window out to the ward. There was a blur of light golden brown, as if I was catching the back of someone's head as they walked away. A tall, lean shadow...
No.
"Don't-!" I cried out in a weak whisper, "Don't let him take Sawyer away." My voice was meek and small. I tried to yell it out, but I couldn't, I didn't have to energy.
"What is it, Jasper?' Edward leaned in. I heard the faint rustle of the scrubs rubbing against my arm, but I couldn't feel it.
"Sawyer. Don't let him take...Sawyer." A look took over his face, a look of understanding.
"Love, no one is going to take him away, okay? Sawyer is safe. You're safe." It was the first time he said his name.
My mind was muddled, confused, but his words sank in. Even in the distorted echo, they sank in. I felt my lips draw in a lazy smile, "Sawyer Eli Whitlock." I whispered.
"Eli..." He repeated the word and I knew what he was thinking for the first time.
The name he always wanted for a son.
My heart clenched at the shimmer of tears in his eyes, "Sawyer Eli Whitlock. Baby," He choked out the words as if on the verge of tears, "That's a beautiful name."
A sense of euphoria rushed through me. He loved the name. He was going to protect him, protect us. My vision blurred and I wasn't sure why. Was I crying, was I tired?
"Baby," His hands squeezed mine, "Love, come on, stay up. You have to stay up."
I heard the distant sounds of movement, beeping and the deep rumblings of Emmett's voice. "Love, stay up for me."
A comforting warmth embraced me. The sounds were long gone down the tunnel, but I felt his presence. I felt him and I knew we were safe.
xXx
AN: I know half of you want to stab me in the neck right now. Review your fury.