Jasper kept his promise and wrote to me. It wouldn't be very often, which I couldn't blame him for, considering he was a Major in the army…but it meant a fresh excitement when a letter arrived for me. They were usually quite long, and though there were spelling mistakes and more grammatical errors than I could count, they were a little part of him that he sent home over the next few months. I would always reply within the day, and spend the next week awaiting his response.
My Dearest Bells,
It feels like such a long time ago that we were sat under the tree in Abaccus's pen…but I think about it each day. The wether here is terrible and I find myself tryin to work on my spellin more than anythin. I hope it aint too bad. Anythin you can read is acceptible, in my opinyon.
I hope this letter finds you well and that yer still going to see Abaccus each week. I have receeved word from Edward that he and Alice are ekspecting there second child. Do wish them my best, I have a limit on how many letters I can send a qwarter and I use them all for you.
Think of me when you read this letter, and when its over. I think of you often and hope that it is enuf to bring me home safely to you.
Yours,
Major J. Whitlock.
My Dear Jasper,
The moors are beginning to freeze over again as winter hits, but Abaccus likes the snow…I've drawn you a picture of him playing the other day, so that you feel a little closer to home.
I think of you every day, and wonder to myself what we would be doing if you were here. I would like to think it would be something children only dream of…and ice cream for breakfast everyday, of course.
Edward and Alice are indeed expecting, and I couldn't be happier to see Renee excited to meet her new little brother or sister. Edward is convinced it's going to be a boy, but only time will tell. Though, with how excited he is, I feel as though he may just call a girl Edward Jr! They told me to tell you they love and miss you, and that Renee would like to know her Uncle a little better in the time to come, when the War comes to pass.
I also await the day you come back home, and the stories you will have to tell me. Look after yourself, for you have a piece of me with you. I will wait as long as I have to, to get it back; I just want it in one piece.
Yours,
Isabella Marie Swan.
My Dearest Bells,
As the snow passes and the grass begins to grow again, I covet the sight of Houston and the welcumin hello's of the people there. It's gettin hard down here, there ain't much food left n fights are startin left, right and centre. But, don't worry; I'm doing my damnedest to keep the peace.
How is Alice gettin on? Edward didn't speak 'bout her much in his last letter. Then again, I spose they are gettin ready for the baby – not long now.
I'm sorry that this letter is so short, we're movin out in the mornin and there aint much time for sentimentality in this war anymore. Peter got shot yesterday and I spent the night in the infurmary with him but he's doing ok now.
I can't promise that I will come back unharmed, my body is gatherin scars like an old boot but I'll keep that part of you safe until my dying day.
Yours,
Major J. Whitlock.
My Dear Jasper,
Edward and Alice miss you, and told me that several of the people from town have been asking after you and your health. I put them to rest today informing them of your good deeds and rank in the army. They are so very proud of you, as am I.
I'm sorry to hear about Peter, my thoughts are with him and his family even when he recovers.
The snow is gone as the spring comes, here in Houston. There's little left to tell you, as my book goes into publishing…everyone's been asking when it would come out and I've finally managed to think of an ending. Did you guess that it was happily ever after?
Edward has indeed been busy, as has Alice, they've seen very little of each other as they're working overtime in order to take some time off when the baby arrives. Alice is getting big now and it's frustrating her; it's ever so funny to watch.
I hope this letter finds you well and that you are eating properly. Wear your scars with pride, my Jasper, you are a hero to all of us back home – never forget that.
Yours,
Isabella Marie Swan.
My Dear Jasper,
It has been a while since your last letter and I'm beginning to worry. If my letters aren't getting through straight away, I suppose the bonus there is that you get to hear a lot from me in one sitting.
As summer approaches us again, it has been nearly a year since I have seen you and I am becoming increasingly more excited at the prospect to see you. You mentioned quarterly leave, but I haven't heard of your whereabouts in months, and so I will not pin all of my hopes on this coming summer, but I will be ready for your arrival nonetheless.
I worry for you, and sometimes it's hard to sleep at night, but I have faith that you are doing your job like any man of his word would. I'm proud of you, and everything you have achieved.
Forever Yours,
Isabella Marie Swan.
Hey guys, I know my years of the war dont really add up...I'm English and I can't even remember anything I studied about the war. However, this IS just a fanfiction and I'd take a lot more care for the realistic side of it were it about the historical aspect...but this is about a love story.
What do you think? Let me know!
