I wanna have your babies
It's serious like crazy
I wanna have your babies
I see 'em springing up like daisies

Natasha Bedingfield – I Wanna Have Your Babies

I woke up to the glorious sound of Jasper laughing. He wasn't even in the room, but somewhere downstairs. Still, his loud laughter was the best noise to hear in the morning.

I wondered if he was watching TV or what made him so happy. Jasper rarely let his emotions show.

Curiously, I made my way downstairs. I stopped around the corner from the living room, hearing a woman's voice, followed by more chuckles from Jasper.

"It's not funny!" she whined.

"It actually is," he told her, trying not to laugh.

"I just told you a horrible experience of bumping into that creep of janitor and having the misfortune of feeling his dick brush against me on my way out of that stupid small room we call archives!" The woman sounded really distressed, but it was funny.

I had to bite hard on my lip to keep from joining Jasper in his new round of laughter.

"If I told you a joke, you wouldn't have laughed!" she grumbled.

"Because you don't know how to tell jokes, Alice. Your face betrays you and you start laughing before the end of the joke."

"Jerk."

Alice. I remembered her from the clinic. I should have guessed. How many female friends could Jasper have, really?

When I was about to make my presence known, she spoke again, keeping me rooted in place.

"So your jailbait is upstairs?"

"Yes, he's sleeping. We had some unfortunate events last night."

She giggled, making me wonder what could be so funny about our truly horrible night. But then again, she didn't know. "For you, unfortunate would be not being able to get it up."

There was a choking noise coming from Jasper, but before I could make the mistake to reveal myself to them, he seemed to get a grip of himself. "Hush! That would be…I have no words. There are not enough bad words in the thesaurus to describe that, Alice!"

"Stop being a drama queen. So what happened?"

"We ran into the fucking mayor, who happens to be Edward's dad."

"Oh, no."

"Oh, yes. I'd rather not rehash it. Anyway, you came here to discuss something. Or was that about the janitor having a boner for you? Everyone can see the way he looks at you."

"Jasper, can you be serious for a minute?"

"I'm always serious."

"I want a baby," Alice told him softly, making my eyebrows shoot up.

"With the janitor?"

"No! Jesus."

"Well, you came to the wrong place then. The church is…actually, I have no idea where it is, but I'm sure you can find it."

"Jasper, I've been thinking about this a lot. Can you be serious for five minutes?" There was a pause, and he must have nodded. "Good. I thought of all my guy friends, and you won."

"I won? What's the prize?" I could hear the smile in his voice, but I had a bad feeling about what Alice wanted to say.

"I need your sperm."

He choked again, and this time I couldn't stay hidden any longer. Jasper's eyes widened further than they were when he saw me in the doorway.

"One shock at a time, please. My heart can't take it."

I realized too late I was naked, except my boxers…which were tented. Fuck.

"Hi, Edward!" Alice waved, smiling brightly.

"Hi," I mumbled, sitting next to Jasper and placing a cushion on my lap.

This was so embarrassing.

Jasper leaned into me, nudging my jaw with his nose, before twisting his head and kissing my mouth—deep, wet and hungry. I forgot about the visitor in the room until she cleared her throat.

"You said you needed my sperm. I'm killing two birds with the same stone so to speak," Jasper answered nonchalantly.

"That proves me wrong. I thought you were more mature than that. I might rethink this," she grumbled.

"Call me when your drugs wear off."

"I'm not joking, Whitlock! I want a baby, and you're going to help me!"

Jasper stopped kissing along my jaw, and turned his attention to her. "You're actually serious. Do I look like father material to you? Get yourself a boyfriend and make a baby."

"That will be a waste of time. I'm not lucky in love. We know that. And I want this. I need this. Please, Jazzy."

"Don't call me Jazzy! Jesus, Alice. Why me?" He rested his head on the back of the couch.

"You're my best friend, and I trust you more than anyone else. You're smart, handsome, blond—imagine a mini-you."

He cringed. "I'd rather not."

I could imagine a mini-Jasper, and he was adorable. Maybe Alice's proposition wasn't that crazy.

"Don't you want kids?" I asked Jasper. He turned his head turn to me and cracked an eye open.

"Did you miss the memo that I'm gay? I must be doing something wrong."

"I mean, don't you ever want kids? Look, Alice is offering…"

"Are you trying to talk me into this insanity, Pretty Boy? Is the world conspiring against me?"

"Look, think about it. But I want an answer soon," Alice told him sternly.

"Fine, I'll think about it. By the way, what do I get from this deal?"

"Besides paying a monthly allowance, if you want you can be involved with raising him or her."

Jasper shuddered. "A baby. Fuck, Alice. Tell me this is a joke."

She looked so heartbroken, seeing he still thought it was a silly joke.

"He's in shock, but he'll come around. Give him a few days," I told her.

"Well, then I'll leave you two do whatever you do… See you on Monday!"

"Which is tomorrow," Jasper pointed out, scrubbing his face with his palm. "Show our guest out." He elbowed me in the ribs.

I followed Alice to the front door, thinking of her proposition. "He could be a good dad," I whispered.

She giggled, turning to me. "Don't let him hear you say that."

I sighed heavily. "Are you sure you want this? I doubt he'll change his mind."

Alice smirked, pinching my cheek. "Jasper has already agreed to help me, but he doesn't know it yet. Don't push him, though."

"Oh, okay." I was confused, but before I could ask how was she so sure he'd agree, Jasper called my name. "Well, bye, uh…Alice."

"Yes, it's okay. Call me Alice. Bye."

Closing the door after her, I took a deep breath and went back to Jasper. I found him lounged on the couch, head turned toward the TV, flipping aimlessly through the channels.

"You're back." He grinned, pointing the spot at his feet with his toe. "Sit."

I planted my ass on the couch, slouching. "So what are we doing today?"

He kept clicking away, settling on something for a few moments before going to the next channel.

"Did you hear me?" I poked at his leg.

Jasper jabbed his toe in my side, making me moan in pain. "I heard you, but I refuse to answer stupid questions."

"So what? Do I have to read your mind now to know what plans we have?"

"If you could read minds and were smart enough, you wouldn't have come back for more."

Not this again. I scowled, folding my arms across my chest.

"Don't pout. It's not nice."

I huffed, exasperated. "Are we seriously going to sit here all day? At least settle on one channel!"

"Why settle when there's a variety?"

"You talking about TV or your tricks?" I bit back.

Jasper chuckled, finally looking at me. He curled his fingers as in a claw and almost purred. "There's the little tiger."

I rolled my eyes, getting up and stomping to the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" he shouted.

"To get dressed and go to Bella's. I'm bored."

"Get your bubble butt back here this instant! You're not leaving!"

I could hear he was getting agitated. I lingered outside the living room door, waiting to see what he'd do.

Would he go as far as to beg me to stay?

"Edward!" Jasper shouted so loud my ears hurt.

Deciding it was smart to keep the beast tamed, I walked back to the couch. He relaxed instantly when he saw me. As I sat down, his right foot landed on my lap and started moving over the length of my dick.

"Don't try pulling that on me again! See? Even your cock agrees. It would miss me."

I bit back a moan as he rubbed me faster. "I could leave it here for you to play with," I joked.

"I'd rather have the whole package." His foot twisted in a way that made me shoot. Fuck. That was my favorite pair of boxers. "Aww, did you cream yourself?"

"Why don't you try holding when someone rubs you insistently?" I barked, pushing back embarrassment.

"I can hold it, Pretty Boy," he drawled, wriggling his toes and making me groan. "I outgrew my teenage stage."

His confidence made me crawl between his legs, lying on top of him. He raised a brow, stifling a smile. I sneaked a hand between us, cupping his erection through his sweats. I squeezed him hard, making his mouth go slack.

Who's laughing now, honey? I smirked. Resting my whole weight on top of him, I pressed the heel of my palm against his dick and started rubbing.

"Holy fuck!"

I smiled widely, enjoying the way his eyes crossed before rolling back. His head tipped back, giving me access to his throat where I nibbled. I stopped at his ear, biting gently, which made him shudder.

"Are you going to jizz in your pants like a teenager?" I teased, blowing into his ear.

"Fuck, Edward." Jasper grabbed my wrist as if trying to stop me, but I wasn't deterred.

I intertwined our fingers and moved both his hands above his head, rubbing my groin against his.

"Fuck. Fuck. You're going to make me come."

"That's the point!"

The moment he lost the battle of resisting was when he met my thrusts so wildly, he nearly threw me off him. I planted my knees more firmly on either side of his hips, sitting directly on top of him and rubbing my ass over his dick. It took exactly three strokes to feel him twitch and wetness covering my inner thigh.

My job was done.

I beamed, releasing his hands and kissing him passionately. I could feel him shaking under me.

Damn, must have been a hell of an orgasm.

Jasper wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me close, breathing harshly in my ear.

Minutes ticked by before he moved, and that was an accident—his foot slipped from the edge of the couch, landing with a muted thud on the floor.

"Ow," he mumbled, nuzzling behind my ear.

I laughed. "So? How do you feel now?"

He met my eyes, his shining with mirth. "Sticky. I say it's time for a shower."

"Can you get up?" I stood, taking his hand and trying to pull him on his feet.

"You killed me."

"Nope. Just gave you the best orgasm of your life." I pulled at his hand with both mine until he was finally standing.

We looked at the wet spot on his gray sweats. He twisted his mouth, frowning. "This was my last clean pair. And I have to go to the gym tomorrow."

"Didn't you hear? It's clothing is optional season."

"You know what cheeky boys get?" He stepped closer until we were toe to toe and nose to nose.

"Shower sex?" I asked hopefully, running my hands through his hair.

"A good spanking." His hand landed swiftly on my ass, making me jump.

I wasn't sure if it was supposed to hurt, because I actually leaked in my boxers. I stumbled into him, and I knew he could feel how aroused I was.

"But you'd like that, so we must find another punishment. How about no sex for the twink?"

"You can't resist half an hour without my ass," I said confidently.

"There's always Rainbow."

"Driving with a boner? I bet it's not fun."

He cocked his head to the side as if considering my words. "You win, but just because it's Sunday and I'm tired. I'd rather stay here than drive all the way to Rainbow."

"And you have my ass here." I turned around, wriggling said ass.

"You're still getting spanked, but now I need a shower."

In the bathroom, I found myself facing the wall, my cheek pressed against the cold tile while Jasper knelt behind me, eating my ass. I clawed at the wall, but my fingers slipped as I moaned and moaned.

I'd attempted to rim only once—it was Alec, and he said it was okay, but not something he liked. I must have done it wrong, because good God, the things Jasper made me feel when he rimmed me…they didn't compare to the best fuck we ever had.

When he finally deemed me ready, I was about to lose my head. Bracing with a hand on my shoulder, Jasper slammed into me. I had no idea who groaned louder.

His chest collided with me, sending me flush against the wall. One of his hands grabbed my dick and tugged while pumping fast and hard into me. His face burrowed into my wet hair, and short gasps escaped him when I clamped down on him.

I wasn't sure, but we might have come at the same time. The part I was certain of was Jasper whispering my name so softly and tenderly in my ear – a complete contrast to the rough fuck.

He turned me around in his arms, smoothing my hair out of my eyes, and pressed his forehead against me. He gulped convulsively as if fighting back something…whatever was eating at him.

I had no idea what made him so…emotional. It wasn't like him to be like this.

His azure eyes caught me under their spell.

"I love you," he said, never blinking.

My heart stopped for a fraction of second. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. My legs and hands shook, and I got woozy like I was going to faint.

Maybe I heard wrong, but his eyes reflected his words.

"What?"

Jasper frowned, pulling away and breaking the magical moment. "I just told you what you've waited to hear for months, and you say 'what'?"

"Sorry!" I took his face in my hands. "I'm just…. Shit." My hands shook so hard I was kinda moving his head. He could tell how shocked and moved I was.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all," he mumbled.

I was such an idiot!

When Jasper finally grew the balls to admit his feelings to me, I screwed up his declaration.

I stroked his cheek, bringing his head closer so I could kiss him. "I love you, too, Jasper. I love you."

He smiled against my lips.

A while later, we were on his bed, lying side by side—he'd carried me there from the bathroom and made love to me.

I brushed his fingers with mine before placing my hand over his on the bed. "Can I ask something?"

"I felt like it, okay? I don't want to talk about it."

I rolled on my side to stare at him. "You felt like it?"

He scrunched his eyes shut. "I thought people didn't need a special moment to say it. I thought you'd be happy to hear it. I thought it would make this feeling in my stomach go away. It's like I feel sick, but I don't actually. It's always present when I think of you, and it intensifies when you're around."

I couldn't help but laugh. I knew I shouldn't, but of course Jasper had to declare his love to me in his own unique way.

"So I make you sick, but not really?" I teased, draping my body on top of his, still chuckling.

"Don't you feel the same? Isn't that love? Did I mistake it with a common cold?"

"Oh my God, Jasper!" Tears sprang in my eyes as I laughed harder. "Only you'd say something like that."

"Can you stop laughing and be serious for a minute? I might be sick."

I tilted my head so our eyes met. "You're not sick, you silly man! You're in love. You're in love with me!" I squealed with glee, not even caring it made me look silly.

"Maybe not right now when you act like a princess," he murmured, tracing my cheek with the back of his hand. "But most of the time, yes… I love you."

I couldn't get enough of it.

"Say it again. Louder. Shout it."

"No."

I pouted.

"Let's not abuse it. Come here." He brought me closer, kissing me softly.

After a while, I settled on his chest, grinning like a lunatic. Before I could fall asleep, I heard him talking.

"Do you really think I'd make a good dad?"


Thoughts? See? I promised Jasper is growing up. He's slowly figuring out what he's feeling for Edward is the real deal.