I don't own anything.
First up thanks to my lovely Lou for helping me with this idea!
Again please don't judge Jasper too harshly!
Enjoy!

Jasper's POV

Time seemed to fly by yet the day's just merged into one long repetitive day. Nothing was different. Alice cried, we argued, she'd apologize, she'd cry and soon enough it'd be bed again where she wouldn't be up for anything...I understand why she didn't want sex and I wasn't going to force her into it, but there were other things we could do, but no, she wanted nothing.

She was not getting any better; she really didn't want this baby. My baby. How could she not want it? It'd be something that made us closer, something that belonged to us both, that we created!

In October we went for our three month scan, I thought it was amazing! Our little baby...though we couldn't really see anything, just a blurry outline, but still. The nurse told us Alice was due April tenth, though she stressed that was only a rough date and to make sure we had a bag packed a few weeks in advance in case of a rushed trip to the hospital.

Alice didn't say much the rest of that day, in fact she never really said anything anymore, she shut herself away from me, stayed in the bedroom, stayed in bed and cried. I didn't like this side of her; sure it was nice for me to be able to hug her, for it to be me that she clung onto, asked for help...but she was no fun anymore...I didn't know how to cheer her up.

Before I knew it, it was the start of December! Alice was five months pregnant already, she had a nice little bump...something she resented and tried to cover up by wearing my shirts which were big and baggy on her.

We'd stayed in England, stayed in the apartment whilst I looked for houses for us, we were going to live here, I'd decided and Alice didn't seem to dispute.

I sat in the lounge flicking through the estate listings, wanting to find the perfect house for us in the perfect location; Alice deserved only the best as did our baby.

"Babe?" I called when I thought I'd found one; a nice detached house, two bed, one bath, spacious lounge and open plan kitchen and diner. Perfect for first time buyers apparently!

After getting no response from her I got up and headed through to the bedroom where she usually was, but she wasn't there though I could hear her muffled sobs.

I followed the sound and found her slumped in the bathroom, in front of the toilet. Her cheeks were all red, she was crying and she was leaning over the edge of the seat as if she was going to be sick or had just been sick. "Ali? Baby?"

She looked up at me with a little sad smile before turning away. "This is all my fault!" she whined, pausing as she heaved but luckily that's all she did. "All of this!" she continued putting her hand on her stomach. "If I wasn't such a clumsy...clumsy bitch then we wouldn't be in this situation!"

"Alice!" I hissed watching her flinch. "Alice don't you dare call yourself a bitch." I frowned going to her side, taking her hands and making her look at me. "This is not your fault."

Though I seemed to have startled her with my outburst, she continued to speak.

"It is! Of course it is...I probably made you forget to wear a condom or something...I should have gone on the pill!" She frowned trying to pull her hands from mine but I wouldn't let her go, I couldn't let her go she'd run away from me...especially after I what I was going to say next.

"Baby. This isn't your fault." I repeated calmly, lifting her off the floor, carrying her through to the bedroom. "It's mine." I set her down and watched as she looked up at me with a little frown. "And don't say it's not." I sighed sitting myself next to her on the bed. "I...put holes in some of the condoms, I wanted this, wanted a baby." She looked hurt, but for now stayed quiet. "You'd stay with me if we had a baby, we could be a real family, me, you and our baby."

Alice's POV

I stared at him, stunned.

This was his fault? He'd done this to me? He'd made me pregnant on purpose!

Why didn't he talk to me about it? Ask me if I wanted a baby...where did he get the idea I was leaving him from anyway?

The scariest thing was that he didn't look like he thought he'd done anything wrong.

I saw red then.

I was so bloody angry!

How dare he!

I lifted my hand and swung it around, hearing the slap, feeling the tingle as my hand collided with his cheek.

I went to do it again but he grabbed onto both of my wrists with one of his hands, leaving the other free. He raised one finger and pointed to me as if he were scolding a naughty child.

"Don't you dare hit me again." He hissed his eyes locked onto mine, all the warmth were gone from them; they were like stones. Cold hard stones. "You hear me? Don't raise your fucking hand to me ever again."

He held my gaze for a while longer before letting go and going off into the living room, slamming the door behind him.

I sat on the bed staring at the door then looked down at my wrists, seeing the faint red marks there.

He was crazy! Absolutely crazy!

I had to get away from him...needed to be away to keep myself safe and this baby, I couldn't let it get hurt. I might not want it, but it didn't deserve to get hurt.

There was no way Jasper would let me go. Not a chance. I needed to make some plan, needed to wait for the perfect opportunity.

A few hours later Jasper came back into the room, looking rather sheepish and I saw the tears in his eyes. "Alice...baby I'm so sorry." He moved to the bed, taking hold of my hands, gently this time. "I love you so much...I'm sorry I got angry, sorry I snapped." He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close. "I love you." He repeated.

This was the Jasper I loved; the one that told me he loved me, the one that cuddled me and made everything seem alright. "I love you too." I whispered leaning against his chest, moving my hands from his to wrap my arms around him, hugging myself close. "Don't shout at me again, please Jasper."

"Never again my darlin', never." He smiled letting go of me. "Look!" he ran into the lounge and returned moments later with the newspaper. "Look at this, our new house...what do you think?"

I glanced at it for a moment, not even bothering to read it, I wasn't going to stay.

"It looks great Jasper." I smiled looking up at him. "Are you going to go put an offer on it?" I asked.

"Yeah...I was just going to ring up, do you think I should go down there?" He asked putting the newspaper down.

This was my chance, my opportunity. I had to take it.

"Well yeah because then you'll have the edge won't you? Look like you actually care, show the enthusiasm." I said, trying to convince him to go. "I'd come with you but I'm not feeling too good, think I'm going to lie down."

He smiled getting off the bed after kissing me gently. "Right, I won't be long baby. Love you."

It took him a minute to get himself dressed and then he was gone.

The second he left I got up and started to pack. I couldn't bring everything with me, I left all my new clothes, just took my original little suitcase and the original things I packed that night that seems years ago back at my house.

I grabbed my phone and went down to my Father's name, and wrote him a quick text;

'Daddy. I'm coming home. Don't tell anyone, please. I'll be home tomorrow and it needs to be just you in the house, please. I'll explain everything soon. I love you. Alice x'

I pulled Jasper's bag out from under the bed and grabbed some of the money both dollars and pounds, shoving it into my own rucksack. Some may see it as stealing but we were married. What's his is mine.

"Right." I whispered getting changed quickly into comfortable clothes; it'd be a long way home.

I left the room without looking back. I needed to be quick, Jasper could be back any second, I didn't know how far the estate agents were!

Luckily for me the taxi rink was just down the street from the hotel. I climbed into one of the many waiting cabs and asked for the airport.

"Thanks." I nodded when we arrived. "Keep the change." I said throwing a few notes in his direction before getting out.

"Woah...thanks."

I heard his thick English accent call out after me and I nodded as I dashed into the airport then slowed down, didn't want to raise suspicion.

"Good afternoon, may I help you?"

I smiled to the woman behind the desk at check in. "Hi...I don't have a ticket." Good start, sound like a moron. "But I want to travel to Forks, Washington, preferably today...how much is that going to cost? When's the next available flight?"

She looked at me for a while before looking down to her computer, tapping a few things in.

"You're in luck!" she smiled up at me. "There's a flight leaving for Seattle in an hour."

Seattle, that was close enough for me!

"How much?"

"Well, there are only a few seats left, I'm afraid that's going to be £775." She frowned, as if she cared how expensive it was. Well anyway, wasn't like I cared, I'd pay no matter how much it was.

"That's fine...can I pay cash?"

"Miss..." she frowned standing up to lean towards me. "Are you in any trouble? Any danger? Do you need any help?"

Did I really appear that suspicious? Well I guess my offer to pay cash may have made me seem like some sort of runaway. That is what was I was though...a runaway, but I was running home this time.

I smiled best I could to her. "No. I want to get home in time for the holiday's, that's all."

She didn't seem convinced but she couldn't do anything to help me if I wasn't telling her anything was wrong.

I handed over the money and she gave me my ticket, checking me in and taking my little bag off me.

"Thank you." I smiled at her, putting my carryon bag on my back then making my way towards the gates.

This was it. I was going home, leaving Jasper...my husband, going back to my Father.

I reached into my bag and took out my phone, seeing one missed call then a message. Both from my Father;

'Is this really you Alice? Because if this is someone playing a sick joke I'm not going to be happy!'

Oh, of course, he didn't have my new number. I needed to put him at ease before he called the cops.

"Dad, it's me. You're little Ali cat remember? I promise it's me. I'm coming home, got a flight in an hour, I'll be landing in Seattle in about nine hours and then I'll be home about an hour later. Don't meet me anywhere, just stay at home. Please don't tell anyone. I love you, remember that. X'

Let me see, it was one pm now, my flight was at two. Nine hours later would be eleven pm but Forks was eight hours behind England meaning I'd be landing there at three pm. I'd be home for dinner!

After going through security, giving my passport in, getting it back, giving my ticket in I was then allowed on the plane.

I wasn't sat in first class like I was used to, I was in economy, but I really didn't care, I just wanted to go home.

I leant back in my seat and was rather glad I was by the window, at least then if I got tired I could curl up against there and hopefully go to sleep.

I thought I was going to be sat alone but a few minutes before take off a middle aged woman sat beside me and smiled.

I smiled back before settling down into my seat, ready for takeoff.

The first two hours of the flight were rather uneventful, there were televisions, but I couldn't watch anything, couldn't concentrate.

"I'm sorry...it's really none of my business but are you expecting?"

I turned to see the woman beside me looking at my stomach. "Em...yes. How did you know?" Was it really that obvious?

She smiled once more, the wrinkles at the edges of her eyes deepening as she did so.

"You keep touching your stomach and well you are showing. How far gone are you? Four/five months?" she asked then stopped for a moment to frown. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be asking, it's none of my business."

"Oh no...no it's fine." I shrugged, moving my hands well away from my stomach. "I'm five months now, well there about." I laughed a little. "Due April tenth."

"Congratulations." She said before holding her hand out. "I'm Esme Platt. Sorry, should have said so already." She laughed.

I shook her outstretched hand. "I'm Alice Cul...Whitlock." I quickly corrected myself.

"It's nice to meet you sweetheart." She let go of my hand to rest her hands on her lap. "May I say something?"

I glanced up at her, wondering what she was going to say. "Yeah, course."

"I might be completely off, completely wrong." She frowned lightly before her face softened again. "But you seem...unhappy." Blunt statement. "From the way you talk of being pregnant, you seem more regretful and scared than proud, you look like you've been crying and if you don't mind me saying you look ill."

I guess she was right. I'd even started to notice I looked ill. Despite being pregnant I looked scrawny. My arms had lost any sign of muscle; they were all weak and weedy now. Of course my stomach was defiantly fatter but my face looked sunken too. I was sick with worry.

"I suppose you're right." I agreed. "It's just...circumstances."

She leant towards me and placed her hand on my arm. "Sweetheart, this is none of my business at all and I'm not going to push you to tell me what's wrong, what's happening in your life but from what I've learnt from my own life is there is one thing you can do." She smiled again. "Do whatever you want to do, it's your life Alice, no-one can tell you what to do." She said letting go of my arm. "I've let people tell me what to do for most of my life, lived through things that no-one should ever have to live with and for the first time in my life I'm doing what I want and it feels good."

We didn't say much else to each other for the rest of the flight; I was busy thinking through her words. I should do what I want, it was my life, I wasn't going to be a push over anymore.

Once we'd landed I went straight through security and customs then got a cab back to Forks.

Of course it was expensive, cab rides were rip offs here. I gave him a few ten dollar bills then got out, looking up at the house in front of me, feeling my eyes filling up. I'd really missed this place.

I pulled my case towards the front door then dumped my bags down, ringing the door bell.

The second the door opened I couldn't stop myself from throwing my arms tight around him. I didn't even look, it could have been anyone there but when his arms wrapped around me; I knew it was him.

"My baby." He lifted me up carefully, holding me close to him, cradling me as if I were actually baby.

"Dad, I'm so sorry." I looked up at him, putting my hand on his cheek seeing him crying.

We were a right pair!

He looked terrible, so much worse than he had when I saw him on the news.

"You've lost weight." I whispered laying my head against his shoulder, hardly noticing he was carrying me inside. My bags were still outside but I didn't care.

"So have you." He frowned sitting on the sofa with me, I was probably getting to heavy for him, he had a bad back. "You look exhausted sweetheart." He said kissing my forehead. "Got to sleep, I'm not leaving you, I'm always going to be here for you baby." He smiled.

I don't know why I hadn't seen it before, hadn't realized it before but he was the only person I could ever trust, ever rely on.

No-one else mattered.

"I love you." I mumbled, already half asleep.

"I love you too darling." He tightened his hold on me. "Sleep well Ali cat."

Everything was good, everything was as it should be. I was with my Father, back home. I was going to be safe here.

I relaxed against him and soon found myself drifting off to sleep.

I was happy for once.

Okay! Yes things seem really bad between Alice and Jasper right now, but don't worry!
I agree Jasper is a bit...awful right now, but he will make it up soon, I promise. Things have to get worse before they can get better!
Review please :)