A/N: Wow, your responses for last chapter made me laugh, I have to say. Half of you thought that Jasper was going to die in an accident, and the other thought that Maria was some sort of ninja stalker. Not really... but you know what I mean. First off, car accidents have been themes of a few of my fics already, and I don't want to repeat stuff over and over. Second, I'm from Oregon, so I know ALL about driving in weather like that. We have to on a daily basis, and most of the time we're just fine. Anyways... as for Maria, I wanted to show that she was a romantic deep down, and now that Jasper has his One, she's not going to stand in his way. She's a nice person, deep down.

This all being said, this story is definitely winding down. I predict less than 5 chapters, though I don't know for sure just yet. I'm working on the next one right now, so hopefully it'll be up soon. Thanks as always to LittleLea05 for being awesome and super speedy. :-) I would really love it if we could get past 700 reivews this time around!!!! I'm super duper sick right now, so it'd make my day really special.

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Rosalie, I'm sorry.

Congratulations, Rose, I'm so happy for you.

Rosalie, this is wrong…

Gah! I threw the phone back down on my couch, and it landed with a dull thud. While I still appreciated the fact that I was going to be an uncle to the baby that no one thought would come, I was still upset.

I thought about asking her to consider it from my end… If I had gotten Alice pregnant, no matter how much I loved her, I knew that I would have found myself on the business end of Rosalie's fist. Alice had told me about the true reason for her fight with Rose during the summer, and I couldn't help but laugh that the hypocriticalness of the situation. It was okay for Rose to get mad and protective, but not me?

Emmett was just lucky that he was a huge guy, because otherwise I would have kicked his sorry ass for knocking up my sister. I still wanted to, but he could hurt me more than any damage I could ever inflict on him.

I picked up the phone again, and took a deep breath. It had been two days since our disastrous phone call, and I needed to get this over with. Alice was killing me with the hints, threatening to withhold sex from me this weekend if I wasn't good and make nice with my sister.

I finally took a deep breath and dialed, praying all the while that I wasn't about to make even more of an ass of myself than before.

"Hello?" Rose said wearily. "Jasper?"

"Hiya sis," I said, trying to sound sheepish and apologetic. "How are you?"

"Still pregnant," she said dryly. "Still have comments about that?"

"Yes, actually," I said, clearing my throat. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for flying off the handle at you like that. However, I'm not going to apologize for what I said."

I heard her squeak with surprise. "What?!"

"Hear me out," I said. "I hate that he got you pregnant… now. I just want what's best for you, sis, and how much could you actually know this guy? I mean really? And you're so young…"

I heard her sob. Fuck, I'd made it worse.

"But," I added quickly. "I couldn't be happier for you, either."

"Jasper, you're not making any sense," she said, and she was right. I wasn't. Still, she had to know how conflicted I was about all this.

"I know," I agreed. "But I'm happy that you finally have what you've always wanted. I should have thought that over before I went off at you. You didn't deserve that. If you're happy… then I want to be happy for you, too."

"Jasper, I think you need to get your head checked," she half laughed, half cried.

"You're probably right," I said with a laugh. "I just… needed to say that. I'm your big brother. I just want what's best for you, you know?"

"Just don't tell me what's right or wrong for me, okay? I think I know how to make these decisions for myself. I want this baby, I want Emmett… forever. And you can't tell me otherwise."

"I accept that," I said after a moment. She was right, to a certain degree. We were both right, and we were both wrong. I guess we'd just have to accept that as best we could.

We chatted for awhile longer, and then hung up peacefully. I really didn't want to stay angry with her, and I knew she felt the same way, even when it often seemed that she thrived off of conflict.

"Maaaaaaaa," Rosalie whined. "Jasper took all my toys!"

I stood in the living room, holding a large Lego piece and a teddy bear in my arms. "I didn't either!" I shouted, kicking another yellow Lego at her general direction. "Rose is a LIAR!"

"Kids, will you please," my mom begged, clearly tired of our antics. "Alice is coming over soon, and I don't want you two fighting."

"Alice won't care," Rose shrugged, playing with the Barbie in the two piece bikini as if she were a drumstick on the floor. "She only comes to see Jasper," she smirked.

My seven year old body tensed up. "NUH UH!" I yelled, throwing the things out of my arms and glaring at Rosalie. "She does NOT!"

"Yes she does, she loooooooves you, Jasper," Rose taunted, a huge smile on her face. "She wants to MARRY you!"

"Eww, gross!" I yelled, covering my ears and running out of the room. Alice did NOT love me. And I would NEVER marry her, not in a million years.

Funny how things change that way, I mused.

The next week passed slowly, as it always did. Alice was coming down on Friday afternoon, after I had convinced her she needed to go to class first. She reluctantly agreed, promising to get to Portland in time for us to go out to dinner.

I couldn't wait to see my girl again. It was weird being without her. There was a definite hole in my heart when she wasn't there, and she was the only thing in this world that could fill it up. I just wasn't complete without her.

I ran the idea of moving out with Peter, and he seemed thrilled. Apparently, he was planning on proposing to Charlotte after graduation, and he wanted to live with her first. So it would work out just great for everyone if Alice and I found our own place.

I contemplating buying a ring for Alice. Would she want to be engaged so soon?

Of course she would. I'm pretty sure she had been planning our wedding since we were ten or something. I had no clear memories of any such thing, but Alice was Alice. She'd planned our high school graduation party during junior year.

She'd probably see the ring and say something like, "Took you long enough."

Thursday night, I didn't have a lot going on. Peter was out with Charlotte, and I had nothing immediate to study for. TV was boring, books held no interest to me. I wanted Alice. She was getting here tomorrow, but I didn't think I could wait. They were turning blue, my balls. My right hand just didn't do it for me anymore. Only Alice could make it happen.

I dialed her number, and found myself holding my breath until she answered.

"Hi baby," she finally said, and I sighed in relief. Her voice was so sweet and magical, just as magical as she was herself. "How are you?"

"Not good without you," I mumbled.

"Aww, honey, I know," she said, clearly just as upset about it as I was. "I hate this, too. But hey, I see you tomorrow."

"It's not soon enough," I growled. I could hear her practically frown.

"I thought you said that you wanted me to go to class tomorrow. You made that pretty clear, Jasper…"

"I do want you to go," I assured her. "But…"

"But?"

"But I was hoping to have some alone time with you now."

"Jasper Hale, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"That I want to have hot, ravenous phone sex with you right now? Yes, that's what I'm saying."

"That's what I was hoping," she breathed. "So, what are you wearing?"

I laughed despite myself. "Kind of cliché, isn't it?"

"I've never done this before," she protested. "Let me get the hang of it."

"I've never done this before, either," I assured her. "Just say what feels right."

"Well, right now I'm sitting on my bed in my Pjs," she said, "wishing you were here beside me."

"What would you have me do if I were there?" I asked huskily. Even though her words weren't necessarily sexy, I felt the need in them, and couldn't help but feel myself harden in my boxers just thinking about what we were about to do.

"I would have you kiss me," she said softly. "Kiss me like I was the only thing in the universe."

"You are," I said, softly. "I love kissing you. The things you do with your tongue… Make me so hard for you. Then what?"

"Then I'd have you take off my clothes. I want to feel your skin against mine."

"Your skin is so soft," I groaned, imagining her body beneath my hands, "So sweet smelling. Like vanilla. I just want to devour you when you smell like that."

"Mmm," she sighed. "Your hands feel so good on me. I feel so cared for, so loved when you touch me. You set me on fire, you make me want you so bad, I can't breathe."

"I want to be naked with you," I sighed, my erection now straining against the fabric of my boxers, impatient for friction. "Can I be naked with you?"

I heard a rustling over the phone, and realized Alice was now stripped down for me.

"Yes, please," she sighed. "I'm naked now, and my body is so hot. So ready for you."

"Fuck, Alice," I groaned, tugging off my own shirt and boxers so I lay on the bed naked, too. "Darlin', you have no idea what you're doing to me right now."

"I've only just started," she teased, and I groaned again. She was going to be the death of me, and boy, what a way to go. "Are you hard for me, Jasper?"

"So hard," I said, fighting off the urge to touch myself just yet. I wanted this to last longer. "Only for you."

"I'm soaking wet," she told me frankly. "I ache to feel you deep inside me, to feel you fill me up till I'm whole. It's only been you, Jasper, you're the only one…"

My body was about to rebel against me, my hands twitching towards my cock, which was now oozing precum for my girl. "I want to be inside you so bad. Darlin', touch yourself for me, okay?"

"How?" she asked. "Tell me Jasper. What would you do to me?"

"I'd slide two fingers inside you. Fuck, you're so wet. Are you wet for me, Alice?"

She moaned. "So wet, Jasper. My panties are soaked clear through. I need you inside me."

"Patience, darlin'," I said, my voice getting deeper and deeper as the conversation went on. My erection was very nearly painful, and I was having a hard time (literally) performing regular bodily acts, such as breathing. "Are you playing with yourself?"

Silence. "Alice?"

"What?" she asked, sounding unfocused.

"Are you touching yourself?" I asked, chuckling. It was clear that she was, but was so into it, she hadn't realized I was speaking.

"Yes, and it feels so good, but not nearly as good as if you were here," she admitted. "My fingers aren't big enough, it doesn't feel like you."

My ego swelled five times its regular size. "Play with your clit, honey."

I could practically hear her blush into the phone. We weren't used to speaking to each other like this, and I knew that she was already nervous as is about this phone sex business. It would have felt dirty, but I loved her too much for any of it to be wrong, if that made any sense.

"Please, Alice," I coaxed.

"God, Jasper, it feels so good," she moaned, clearly following my directions. "Are you touching yourself, love?"

My hand grasped my cock firmly, and I grunted with pleasure. It was so hard and sensitive, and hearing her sounds of pleasure on the other end of the phone was clearly having an effect on me. "God, Ali, I wish it were your hand, your mouth."

"Jasper," she sighed. "I miss you."

"Tomorrow, honey," I promised, my hand moving faster and faster on my cock, palming the head and stroking myself hard, imagining I was deep inside her. Still so tight…

"Jasper, I'm so close," she whimpered, and I could almost hear her hand moving against her slick folds. I held my breath, trying to see if I could hear the blessed sound. I might have, had it not been for Alice's deep and throaty moan, signaling her release. "Fuck!" she shouted, tiny mewls and whimpers escaping her throat.

I couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much; the need, the sounds, the feel of my hand. I came hard, spurts across my hands and belly. I moaned, letting her know I was right there with her. "Fuck, Alice," I said, low in my throat. "That was…"

"Yeah," she sighed. "An almost acceptable alternative."

"Almost," I agreed. "That was pretty damn hot."

"Mmm hmm," she sighed, and I could hear her settle deeper into her bed. "I can't wait for tomorrow."

"Me either," I said eagerly, cleaning myself up and laying down in bed. I imagined she was curled up right beside me, warming me in every sense of the word. I imagined waking up next to her each morning, and suddenly December seemed like a lifetime away.

"Jasper?" Alice's sweet voice interrupted my thoughts, bringing me back to her in the present. The future would have to wait.

"Yes my love?"

"I was just saying that I'll try to be there around five tomorrow. Class gets out at two, and I've already packed, so I'll leave straight from class."

"Great," I said. "I'll be waiting."

We talked for another hour, about absolutely nothing important, but because it was Alice, it was all important. Eventually, her voice got softer and softer, and I could tell she was falling asleep.

"Alice?" I asked, testing my theory.

"Wha? Yeah, what?"

Yeah, she was definitely falling asleep.

"Get some rest, honey. I have a lot in store for you tomorrow, and I wouldn't want you to be tired for it," I half teased. "I want to do the tiring out."

She half laughed and half yawned, giving her consent to sleep. "I love you, Jasper," she murmured.

"I love you, too," I said, hearing her nod off to sleep on the other end of the phone. She mumbled my name a few times, and then I could hear her snore softly. I chuckled, not remembering hearing her snore before. She must really be tired.

I stayed on the phone with her for awhile, and then I think she shifted and hung up with her cheek, because the line went dead. I flipped my own phone closed, warm from my body heat, and put it on the charger.

I was suddenly inspired to do a little internet research.

I always knew that Alice favored the more luxurious things in life. She and Rose went shopping a lot, and thanks to her parent's endless funds and guilty consciences, she was always able to afford the nicest things, whatever she wanted.

I wanted to give her the best in life. I wanted to give it all to her.

I needed to make a phone call.

"Dad?" I said a few minutes later. "Can I ask you a favor?"