Lagniappe

Chapter 25. Been Missin' You
Isabella Swan

WANRING: well...you'll see(:

Don't kill me! This chapter involves forgivness! duhhh! hahaha!(:

I like this chapter. it's sweet(:

let's do this...

"Jasper?" I smiled warmly up at my husband.

His once nervous eyes now stared down at me with the most loving look I had seen. His lips turned up into that beautiful smile I loved, making me almost gasp. I held it in and shoved myself off the door as hard as I could.

Jasper's arms were already wide open and welcoming before I leapt into them, wrapping my arms around his torso.

Jasper's hands tangled into my wavy locks while his cheek pressed against the top of my head.

"I missed you so much." Jasper whispered as I leaned up on my toes to attack his lips with my own.

Our lips and tongues clashed furiously as we put everything we both had into the kiss. It was heated and filled with passion, but I could still feel every ounce of love and gentleness Jasper gave me on a constant basis.

"I missed you too." I sniffled, feeling tears starting to fall after we pulled away.

Jasper shook his head and shushed me gently, pressing his forehead to mine.

"I'm so sorry," I sobbed into his chest so hard I felt my knees begin to buckle. "So sorry."

Jasper continued to try and soothe me but realized it wasn't working too well. His arms wrapped around me and lifted me up so that my legs wrapped around his torso and he could hold me up by my ass.

"Shhh, baby," Jasper whispered and kissed my neck. "It's okay. I'm here. I got'chu."

"I'm so sorry…" I continued to sob so hard I gasped for air.

Jasper lifted one hand from holding me up and began to rub my back as he strolled into Momma Clara's house, kicking the door closed behind him.

"Bella?" I heard Momma Clara's panicked voice call as she entered the hall.

"God dammit Jasper! She was just starting to get better!" Alec growled from somewhere near Momma Clara.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jasper snapped at his brother and readjusted my weight in his arm that held me up.

"Or what? You won't do shit!" Alec seethed from close by.

"I'll fucking beat the shit out of you, that's what I'll do!" Jasper hissed.

"No…fighting!" I sniffed through my sobs and clung to Jasper's neck.

Jasper held me closer to him and shook his head, whispering sweet nothing's in my ear as he kissed my neck gently.

"Shh, Bella. You gotta calm down, sweetheart." he urged through a sweet whisper.

I took in a couple of deep breaths and nestled my head into the crook of his neck.

"Momma," Jasper called to his mother as I began to settle down a bit. "Can I have minute alone with Bella?"

"Of course, baby." I could hear Momma Clara's huge smile even though I couldn't see her. "C'mon Alec, let's go finish up dinner."

I heard Alec make a low scoffing noise, as if his mother were joking.

"Are you serious? We're really going to leave him alone with her?" Alec asked furiously. "She's finally getting better and he wants to come back just so he can fuck her over some more!"

"She's my wife!" Jasper yelled back. "I would never hurt her!"

"Oh yeah?" Alec asked bitterly. "Is that why you let her rot in that damn loft?"

Jasper flinched, making my sobs begin to pick up again.

"S-stop!" I looked up to see Alec standing an inch behind my back. I reached out an arm and shoved him away as hard as I could.

I loved Alec like a little brother and I didn't want him to get hurt. If he pissed Jasper off enough, which is what he was trying to do, Jasper would probably beat the shit out of the kid. Brother or not. Jasper was still his boss and demanded respect from everyone. That's just how it was.

"Bella," Jasper scolded gently, pulling my arm back. I looked up at him. "I got it."

"Alec!" Momma Clara called as I kept my eyes on Jasper. "Get into the kitchen! Now!"

Alec growled lowly but did as his mother said, storming his way into the kitchen.

Once he was gone, Jasper tried to bring his rage down to nothing, settling his breath from heavy pants to a normal breathing pattern. I just clung to him and kissed his jaw when I knew he really needed it.

Jasper ran his free hand down my head and through my hair, calming the both of us down.

"I'm sorry I left," I whispered into Jasper's neck. "I promised you I wouldn't…but I did."

Jasper shook his head.

"You needed to go, Bella," Jasper kissed the side of my temple. "I understood that. Could see how bad everything had gotten and I knew it was all my fault."

"No!" I shook my head and pulled away from his neck so I place my hands on either sides of his beautiful face. I forced him to look me in the eye. "Jasper, nothing that has happened to me is your fault." I said in the most serious tone I could muster.

Jasper stared at me with sad eyes.

"Bella, everything that happened in Dallas-"

"Wasn't your fault!" I interrupted gently. "You didn't force me to run into that street or tell those men to run me over. It isn't your fault you are what you are and people want to come after you."

After spending time with Momma Clara I knew that Jasper wasn't at fault for becoming what he was. He born into it and that was it. His fate was decided for him the moment Momma Clara found out she was having a boy.

"It is my fault. I dragged you into this life…I should've told you the truth…maybe then you wouldn't have run away from me." Jasper said closing his eyes and flinching, probably remembering that night.

I leaned forwards and kissed his lips as carefully as I could.

"I wasn't dragged into anything," I shook my head. "And maybe…I don't know what I would've done. Just let it go, Jasper. We can't change what happened."

Jasper let out a quiet sob, gripping me to him harder than he ever had and pressed his head to mine.

"I love you," Jasper cried softly as I ran my fingers over his jaw, trying to soothe him. "So much."

"I love you too, Jasper." I whispered back as lovingly as I could. "Just let it go. We'll be okay."

Jasper nodded against my head and leaned in to kiss me one more time. I made sure that this kiss was gentle and loving enough to pull him out of his sadness. It worked. When I pulled away Jasper stared up at me with relieved eyes.

"You look good." I whispered, leaning back in his arms, my legs still wrapped around him, to stare down at his wonderful body.

"So do you." Jasper said staring down at the pretty deep v-neck, white, tee shirt I was wearing to look down at my cleavage.

I giggled and smacked his shoulder lightly. I had missed playful Jasper.

He looked up at me and wiggled his eyebrows like the nerd he is.

"You're such a dork!" I giggled and rolled my eyes.

"Mhmm. And you love it." Jasper chuckled and leaned forward to place a kiss on my smiling lips.

"Do you want to stay here longer," Jasper asked as he pulled away to look up at me with worried eyes. "Or do you want to come back…with me?"

I smiled and shook my head at him. Silly man.

"I want to go home," I nodded. "With you."

"Really?" Jasper asked hopefully.

I couldn't help but laugh at his sweet innocence sometimes.

"Really."

…

Jasper threw down my bag on the hard wood floors of our bed room, making a harsh thud from its heaviness and turned to stare at me with those unnaturally blue eyes of his. Even in the dark of our bedroom I could see the look in his eyes. I knew that look.

I knew that look better than any fucking woman knew that look and I'm sure I had that same look on my face.

Jasper and I stood, staring at each other for a minute. I had missed Jasper so much it was unbelievable and apparently he had missed me too.

Jasper strode his way past our bed, which he had been standing by, a hard look of determination carved on his face.

As soon as Japer came within reach, he stretched out his hands and tangled his hands into my locks before latching his lips onto mine. Slightly stunned by his rush of lust, I stumbled back so that my back hit the wall lightly.

Jasper followed, his lips still on mine.

"Mmmm." I moaned into Jasper's mouth quietly.

His hands reached up to slip his hands under my oversized tee shirt, splaying his fingers out over my stomach. His warm touch sent shivers up my entire body.

"I missed you so fucking much." Jasper said against my mouth, his hot breath fanning my entire face.

His hands gripped my jean clad hips and pulled my pelvis flush against his. I groaned loudly, letting my head fall against the wall behind me, when I felt his already huge member standing at attention.

Jasper's fingers fell from my hips, causing them to drift away form his and started to unbutton my jeans. I took that as a hint and leaned up to attack his lips again while working on his own belt buckle.

After we both kicked off our pants, our lips still on each other's, Jasper lifted me up by the ass and carried me towards the bed. I worked on his tie first, throwing that piece of shit across the room before starting on the buttons of his shirt. I got that thing open just as Jasper laid me down on the bed gently.

I looked up at him after our lips finally separated to see he didn't want to fuck tonight. I was glad, too. I wanted to take this slow, not just leap into it. We deserved to make love to each other. Show each other how much we had missed being with each other.

I slowly ran my hands down Jasper's stomach, letting my fingers dip in and out of the sharp cuts of his six pack and leaned up to kiss his cross. I loved that thing so much, that it drove me insane.

Tattoo definitely looked good on my husband.

As I began to pull his shirt away, Jasper's breath slow and steady as he stared down at me lovingly, I noticed something on his shoulder blade. A dark patch I had never noticed before. It wasn't large but it definitely hadn't been there the last time we had seen each other naked.

"What's this?" I asked running my fingers over what I realized was a new tattoo.

Jasper looked down at his shoulder and smiled, pulling me up to a sitting position to let me see easier. He turned so that his back was to me. I got up on my knees and looked a little closer.

It was my name!

The letters of my name were slightly arched up into an up side down U and below it read something in French. I gasped when I read them, knowing exactly what it said.

"Il était toujours vous…" Jasper spoke fluently and turned to stare at me with those beautiful eyes of his.

I placed a shaking hand over m mouth and felt tears start to flow down my face.

"It was always you." I whispered out through my tears, translating what it said.

"Always." Jasper nodded and turned back to face me.

He leaned forward and pressed me back down onto the bed. It didn't take long for us to get the rest of our clothes off after that. Jasper leaned down, taking my bottom lip between both of his for a sensual, loving kiss.

His weight felt wonderful against my as he fingertips trailed down the side of my body, leaving a line of fire under my sensitive flesh. I moaned into Jasper's lips, loving the slow torture he was putting my body under.

Jasper's hands trailed down my hips, along the sides of my thighs until one of his hands finally found the inside of my knee. He hitched it around his hip while his other arm gripped the head board of the bed.

Jasper placed the tip of his cock right at my entrance, making me pull away from his lips and moan as loudly as I could. The feeling of him felt better than I had every remembered. I was so ready for this.

"I love you so much, Isabella." Jasper whispered against the skin of my collar bone, where he was kissing.

I let out tiny whimper in response, trying not to move and make Jasper pull away from me. As a reward for my patience, Jasper finally pushed into me, ever so slowly. I wanted to cry out in frustration, wanting him to go faster, but bit my lips to hold it all in.

We wanted to take this slow.

"Bella…" Jasper groaned as he reached my hilt.

He pressed his forehead against mine, stilling his motions for a moment before looking into my eyes. I lifted a hand to skim my knuckles against the hard line of his jaw. His lips pressed down against mine, making Jasper begin to move.

At first his motions were slow, his stomach curling down so that every time he thrust into me, my sensitive nub got the attention it needed. He pulled his lips away from mine and started panting, sending his sweet smelling breath all over my face.

"Jasper…please. Go faster, baby." I pleaded desperately.

Jasper started down at me as I slid my arms under his, scratching my nails down his back. He did as I asked and started moving only slightly faster, but fast enough to make me feel exactly what I was looking for.

I rolled my hips up to meet his, praying that we would speed up just a bit more. He didn't.

Sweat began to cover both our bodies as we moved against each other. I could hear the slapping of skin as Jasper began to move faster, making me mewl out in pleasure.

"I missed this." Jasper panted, running his free hand up my stomach to grip my breast. He started rolling my nipple, pinching it here and there.

I screamed out in joy, feeling like I was going on a pleasure overload. Everything that he did to me was just filled with so much love and pleasure that I couldn't take it anymore.

Jasper's thrusts began to pump faster, pushing into me over and over again at a pace that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. I arched my back so that my chest was flush against his and my nails scratched at his back. I threw my head back and screamed my husband's name over and over as he thrust into me, sending me straight over the edge.

Jasper's open lips hung on my neck, bathing the flesh of my skin in his warm breath.

"Bella…shit, baby….I'm gunna cum…oh fuck!" he panted against my neck and bit down lightly against my flesh, sending me straight ove rthe edge once more, climaxing with him.

We both fell limp against the mattress, our bodies slick with sweat. Jasper rolled us quickly so that his weight didn't stay on me too long and I was resting on his chest.

"I love you, Jasper." I panted against his heated skin.

"I love you too, Bella. So much…"

His fingers tangled into my hair as he began kissing and sucking the skin of my neck. It wasn't to get me back in the mood, it was just to soothe me. To bring me down from my high. It worked and soon I fell asleep against his taught chest, hearing Jasper's low voice hum a song I had never heard before in my ear.

For a moment, I knew everything was going to be alright.

…

I woke up to the sound of metal clanking downstairs. I groaned grumpily. I hated being woken up when I was sleeping so well. My body was slightly sore from the previous night and not having sex for a while, but I didn't mind. Peace had come easily to me after that. No nightmares at all.

I gripped the thin sheets that covered me and rolled over to find Jasper's side of the bed empty. I sat up quickly, still holding the sheets against my bare chest and looked around the room frantically.

There was another loud crash coming form down stairs followed by a loud string of curse words.

I closed my chuckled, letting out a huge sigh of relief, knowing it was Jasper downstairs.

I quietly stepped out of bed, letting the sheets fall and looked for something to wear. I found Jasper's button up that he had been wearing last night and shrugged to my self when I decided to put it on. He wouldn't mind anyways.

After I buttoned all the buttons up and rolled up the incredibly long sleeves I walked into the closet and pulled out a clean pair of underwear. After I was finished getting dressed I went into the bathroom and freshen up a bit. I combed through the tangled mess of sex hair and brushed my teeth before using the restroom, washing my hands and face and then leaving the room to start down the stairs.

Once I made it down the hall and into the kitchen, I saw just what a disaster Jasper was creating in there.

There were pots and pans splayed out all over the floor and what looked like a carton of eggs all cracked on the floor. There was spilt orange juice all over the counter and burnt toast lying in the toaster.

Jasper was hopping around, cursing loudly as he held one foot in his hands.

I couldn't help the loud giggle that escaped my lips the second I saw him.

Jasper's face snapped up to look at me and blushed, embarrassed.

"H-hey!" he cleared his throat and placed his foot back on the floor, wincing slightly in pain.

"Hi!" I laughed gently.

Jasper limped over to me and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, placing his hands on my hips so he could steady himself. I giggled into the kiss, making Jasper smile and pull away to glare down at me playfully.

"What have you done to my kitchen, Mr. Hale?" I asked in a playful scold.

Jasper chuckled and shrugged.

"I was trying to make us both breakfast in bed when I slipped and dropped a whole bunch of eggs, dragging the orange juice down with me." Jasper huffed out.

I couldn't help but laugh again. He was too adorable.

"Well that explains it." I said, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

Jasper moaned and deepened the kiss before pulling away to play with the hem of his shirt.

"You really should be restricted to only wearing my shirts around the house. You look so much better in them then I ever did." he whispered in a husky voice.

I snorted and rolled my eyes.

"It's really comfy." I shrugged, fingering the soft material of the shirt.

Jasper smiled down at me with nothing but love in his eyes and pressed his forehead to mine.

"Help me with breakfast?" Jasper asked innocently.

I grinned up at him and nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You're a much better cook then me, but sure," I smiled. "I'd love to help my husband make breakfast."

Jasper smiled at the word 'husband' and sighed contently before dragging me deeper into the kitchen. I started working on cleaning up the mess Jasper had made, much to the man's protesting, while he got to work on making some omelet's.

I was glad I had gotten him into the habit of buying two cartons of eggs instead of one before I left. I cringed at my own thought but shook it off. It wasn't worth it. The past was the past.

"Omelet's are done!" Jasper announced, sliding the last omelet onto a plate.

I let out a soft breath of air and got up from the now egg-less floor. I was glad I had cleaned up the orange juice first and smiled when I tapped my foot against the perfectly clean tile.

"Floor is finally clean." I huffed, throwing the rag I had used into the sink.

"I told you I would clean it." Jasper shook his head.

"It was my cop out," I admitted. "I wanted an omelet but knew I couldn't make them." I shrugged and giggled.

Jasper rolled his eyes and handed me my plate. The damn omelet looked so damn good with mushrooms and cheese oozing out of it. He knew exactly how I ate them.

We walked over to the breakfast counter and sat on the stools before starting to eat. Half way through my omelet, Jasper had already devoured his, getting up to wash his plate and grab me a glass of cranberry juice. I preferred orange, but someone had spilled it all over my counter tops.

"So what are we doing today?" I asked, taking a sip of the bitter sweet juice.

Jasper shrugged from the sink, cleaning off the pan he had used to make the omelet's with.

"I was thinking just staying here at home and picking something off of Netflix to watch, maybe?" Jasper said hopefully, rinsing his hands and turning to look at me.

I smiled up at him and nodded.

"That sounds perfect to me."

Today was going to be perfect.

It was good to be home.

Next chapter up tommorow!

'night guys!

-fighter