SM owns it all … I just like to play with her toys …

Balti K, is the best Beta EVER! She hurried up to help me get this one done! Thank you, chickie. You can hold Jasper while I sit in Chicago today.

My husband's Uncle died last Sat., December 11, 2010. Needless to say, 2010 has not been the best year for my family. I lost an Aunt in July, an Uncle in Aug, and another Uncle in Nov. Now, hubby lost one in December. So please, understand if I don't return your Sneak Peek right away! I have a funeral to go to today! But I will send you one for a review as always! Hugs~Iz

The last time … We ended with …

I realized sometime in the early hours before dawn, as I rocked inside my sleeping mate's body, that in one night I'd claimed my mate in every way I could while she was still an elf. Now, that's the way to make memories of a home that will never be forgotten…

Chapter 34

Highway to Hell…

(BPOV)

"I understand, Esme. I won't let her get overtired, you've seen the set up in the back of the SUV, I got it covered for her," Jasper pleaded.

It seems that everyone was a little too worried about me being comfortable on the drive, more than about safety belts, or even leaving everything here behind them. I was the one that was having a hell of time leaving my most recent home behind. They'd all promised me that it would only be for a short time, but when you are an eighteen-year-old elf, a hundred years seems impossible to wrap your warped head around.

I'd been woken up this morning at the butt crack of dawn by my very happy and satisfied mate, who was still sheathed inside me. I love the feel of my mate when he is inside me. There is nothing in this world that I'd be able to compare it to, so I won't.

After a quick shower and getting dressed in comfy clothes, we made our way downstairs. Char was cooking breakfast, so I popped my little miracle pill and waited for it to kick in. I'd been fully eating everything they were now putting in front of me, and was starting to worry if I'd ever lose this weight once the little Peanut was born.

You will, Sug, you will, Jasper soothed.

Thinking back on last night, and the way he's been treating me since we've met, made the half smile on my face double its size without my even realizing it. Jasper's smug cocky grin and the bright faces of those around us let me know that everyone had enjoyed their last night in the Washington house for a while.

After the last of the packing and last minute errands were run, we each slowly made our way out of the big white house for the last time. I was near tears when Carlisle locked the back door one last time as we made our way to the line of cars parked out back.

Jasper had his hand resting on my hip when we went down the back porch steps, my car door was already open and I knew that I was about to lose my composure. The sob that left my throat after Jasper shut the car door was not meant to be heard, but with all of the super hearing around me I knew it wouldn't go unnoticed.

The others were all going to their assigned vehicles. I was told a few days ago that the cars that couldn't be driven were going to be shipped to the new home. I mean, really, the Cullens have more cars in their garage and most Americans will ever drive in their lifetimes.

Aaron and Ashling were driving a brand new car, but with the tears in my eyes I couldn't tell what kind it was. Alice was driving Edwards Volvo, while he drove his Vanquish. Carlisle was driving his Mercedes while Esme was driving Rose's BMW. Charlie and Kate were going to be riding to together in Emmett's Jeep, so that Kate could keep an eye on him. Peter and Charlotte were going to be driving our truck, and I wanted to know why they weren't driving separately like everyone else was. Jasper must have been listening in to my thoughts as we pulled away from the house.

"They're gonna go with us to Seattle, for the cake tasting this mornin'," Jasper answered as we made our way past the Forks city limit sign. I was saddened, but hopeful as we split up into two different convoys to our new home.

The others were going to be driving straight through to the new house. While our group, consisting of Jasper, Peter, Char, and I, needed to make a stop in Seattle and Esme suggested a good night's sleep in a real bed at some hotel on the way.

I knew that we had about an hour and half drive to Seattle and I really hadn't gotten enough sleep last night due to Jasper's and my activities. So I kicked off my shoes and with a lot of effort I placed my now sock-clad feet onto of the dashboard, reclined my seat, and tried to catch at least another hour of rest before the bakery.

It seemed like I'd just closed my eyes when Jasper gently rubbed my forearm, trying to wake me up. I stretched and yawned as I found my shoes to put them back on. It was starting get hard to bend over with the baby bump I was now sporting. I was aware of Jasper's silent snicker as he watched me fighting with my left shoe. Once I was set to go, I noticed that both Char and Peter were at the side door, waiting not so patiently for the pregnant elf to get her shit together.

Peter's hands were on his hips and I saw Char was tapping her designer shoe on the pavement of the parking lot. As I sat back in the comfy car seat I turned my head to look at a rather amused Jasper, with a question clear in my expression and feelings.

Peter and Charlotte are only here as extra bodyguards for you. Since we found those vamps here in Seattle, no one wanted to take a chance on them gettin' their grimy mitts on you.

Why are they both so hostile all of a sudden?

They're afraid, Jasper laughed rather loudly.

Of what? They are vampires, for Christ's sake, what could they possibly be afraid of?

FOOD! Jasper bellowed.

OSM, we should really make them try all of the wedding cakes here today. Just to piss them off, I said as I cocked an eyebrow at the two chumps staring daggers at Jasper and me!

Sounds like a great plan to me, Sug, Jasper replied as we made our way out of the car and onto the sidewalk.

We walked hand in hand down Main Street towards our destination, and I knew that Jasper was planning something awful for our two rather annoyed companions. I could hear his thoughts, but anyone could tell just by the look on his face and could see the wheels in his devilish mind working out his evil master plan. I was shaking my head and I knew the two schmucks behind us were starting to become very fearful.

After so many years of following you into battle they must know that you're planning something serious, I mentioned to Jas.

His head bob let me know that he had heard me, but I wondered if he's really understood what I was saying. So I starting talking softly about all of the new sex positions that I wanted to try at the new house, and how I wondered if our room would be able to handle such destruction. Jasper kept bobbing his head but never reacted to any of my requests, so I knew that whatever he was thinking about doing was going to throw the other two under a fuck-ton of a bus.

I was just flabbergasted that my mate wasn't paying any attention to my mental wanderings while we strolled down a busy Seattle street. Well, that did it.

What? I'm sorry, Sug, I was just thinkin' about some shit that Peter has tried to do over the years and I got caught up in the stupidity of it all. Jasper hung his head as he replayed in his head what I'd been saying. I couldn't help the yelp that left my mouth as he grabbed my very sensitive back end and goosed it roughly. What were you thinkin' about, Sweetie? he cooed.

Aww, fuck me! I hate that. It hurts, damn it! I yelped again.

He was laughing his sexy southern ass off at me as we entered the beautiful shop that led to the bakery we were going to be using for the wedding cake. Oh, my God! That was a battle and a half… Alice wanted the wedding cake to huge and grand, while I wanted simple and elegant. It was, after all, my goddamn wedding. She wanted us to buy a cake that feed one thousand people, one thousand people that do NOT eat! I refused, and offered a compromise. I'd select a cake, but it would only need to feed about three hundred people. I hated the thought of wasting a perfectly good cake. I also had no desire to eat leftover cake for a month afterwards either.

A women named Vanessa meet us at the counter and offered us something to eat or drink while we waited to meet the manager. I quickly said, "Yes," while my three pals declined. Quickly, I had a blueberry muffin in one hand and a hot cup of coffee in the other. This muffin was divine. We could have left right then and I still would have used this bakery for the cake. Its name alone made me want to use this business. 'A Tier Above,' great name, I thought, as I stuffed my face.

Vanessa showed us to a table in the back of the bakery as her manager, Deb, walked up and greeted us for the first time. She was a small woman with white hair, and she looked to be in her mid to late sixties. Her glasses were half hanging off her nose, and I wondered how she saw anything with them on.

After sitting down and showing us a book of cakes that her company had done in the past, I'd found the perfect one for Jasper and I. I mean, I understand that it is probably in poor taste, but Alice can just kiss my ass if she thinks that I'm going to change my mind on this cake design.

To feed as many people as we needed, the cake is going to be six tiers high. The bottom tier is going to be a huge two foot round cake, and the others would match it, but get smaller as they went up. I knew I wanted white frosting, but the design was going to be over the top, with nothing but round sugar bubble covering the entire thing… I thought it was fitting since in our first real fight I'd called Jasper, 'bubble boy'. Char and Peter were laughing their heads off until the nice little old lady started bringing slice after slice of different cakes for us to try.

After she'd left the table for the third time Peter broke our silence.

"I will eat that shit when it snows in the middle summer time in Texas and Jasper, Char, and I are out playing in it!"

We were all laughing our asses off as Deb walked in with a second set of slices for us to choose from. Jasper, Peter, and Char were all sitting there watching me try each cake, but Ms. Deb noticed.

"Ma'am, gentlemen, please try each selection," as she scooted a chair to the table.

My three vampires' eyes bugged out of their heads as Deb kept a sharp watch on them. Peter and Jasper were kicking each other under the small table, and poor Charlotte looked like someone had just killed her puppy. I was enjoying not only the different cakes in front of me, but the show as well.

"Excuse me Deb, Char here…" I pointed my hand towards her, "is a vegan. She doesn't eat anything with eggs or milk in it. So you can understand that she won't be trying your specialties. Though these two will definitely be joining me." I smiled sweetly at both Jasper and Peter.

ARE YOU CRAZY? My mate yelled at me mentally while I sat in my very comfy chair eating the chocolate cake with a banana filling. I thought it was yummy.

"Deb, this is my favorite so far. Could you please bring each of the guys a slice for them to try," I asked, knowing that she'd do anything to get our wedding cake order.

"No problem, Miss Swan. I'll be back shortly," she said as she made her way to the back of the bakery.

"Isabella, why are you doing this to us?" Jasper, or hell, I think it was the Major asking.

Charlotte was rocking with laughter at the two fools sitting at the table, acting like five year olds who've been told to eat their lima beans.

"Well, I thought that since you weren't paying attention to me earlier that this might be a great way to get and keep your attention," I boasted.

"Major, I believe that your pregnant mate has lost her better judgment and taken up smokin' crack," Petey all but growled out, causing Char and I to laugh even harder at them.

"Isabella, this is childish and unneeded. You know this though, don't ya, my mate?"

"Sure, sure," was my reply. Both males started growling and I wondered how loud they could get and not draw unwanted attention to themselves. So I thought I'd better give them a little bit of advice.

"Listen here, fellas, unless you want to be tasting every single type of cake and filling that we can choose from, I'd suggest you sit down, shut up, and eat!" I said as sweetly as I possibly could. Char was falling off of her chair and had just recovered when Ms. Deb brought Jas and Petey their own personal delectable desserts.

"Now, let's see what you gents think we should have at this wonderful wedding," Ms. Deb said looking pointedly at each of guys.

I could see the venom tears in Peter's eyes as he grabbed a fork a little too roughly, and shot me a stink-eyed glare. Jasper wasn't doing much better. His thoughts were circling around how to get the fuck out of here, and what he'd be doing to me if he couldn't.

"What you are tasting is our famous chocolate cake, with banana cream filling. Miss Swan, I brought you our signature white cake with strawberry filling as well," I happily grabbed a new fork and started moaning as the strawberries hit my tongue.

Jasper and Peter had yet to try the cake, so I made a movement with my fork that let them know to get to it. Char grabbed her cell and started videotaping the whole production, when Ms. Deb looked at her quizzically I said, "She likes to video a little bit about each phase of the wedding we are planning…." Then I whispered to her, "I think it's going to be part of my wedding shower game or something."

Ms. Deb nodded her head to my assessment, and glared at the two fools who weren't praising her delicious concoctions. I on the other hand couldn't get enough, so I reached over and grabbed Jasper's plate without asking and ate his slice, leaving Peter to suffer in silence as Char taped the whole fucking thing.

Peter glared at me, Char, Jasper, and poor Ms. Deb. Under his breath I heard him call her, "Soon to be Ms. Dead," as she unceremoniously shoveled a huge bite of cake into his mouth.

Jasper, don't be mad at me. Alice, Char, Rose, and I have had this planned all along. I just wanted to make you squirm for a little. While Peter was my main target here today, you were just a friendly bonus of sorts.

Jasper was laughing like a hippie on 'shrooms, watching the wallpaper turn into different shapes. Char was taping, and I loved every fucking minute of Peter's torture. After an hour and a half, and two more pieces of cake, we placed our bubble cake order and walked out of the shop, back towards the cars. Peter had to stop twice on the way to the parking lot to puke, but the best part of this whole plan was that A Tier Above was known for their peanut filling. I could either choose chucky or smooth. I choose smooth for me and chunky for Peter. He'd be trying to hack that up for a week or more.

Char had taped it, and already sent it off to our girls, wherever they were. Jasper was thinking about how he'd better listen closer to me, and I was full as full could be. As we turned towards the cars, that's when I felt it for the first time.

"JASPER," I all but screeched.

"What? Where are they?" he asked, getting into a protective crouch in front of me thinking I'd seen something that none of the others had.

"NO, No, no! The baby Jasper, he kicked me!" I bellowed, thrilled and excited over feeling my son for the first time.

It sort of felt like a bird's wings fluttering from the inside of me, and I wanted it to happen again. Jasper and Char were beyond happy about the Peanut kicking, but it was Peter that had to rain on my parade.

"See, even your son is on my side! He didn't like you making his uncle suffer through four slices of cake, and Lord only knows how many fillings."

"Twelve," Jasper and Char said in unison, as Jasper opened the car door and got me settled. We were all laughing at Peter as Jasper shut my car door, and we got back onto the interstate for the long drive ahead of us.

The first few hours on the road were great. The music was loud, the excitement over Peanut kicking was broadcasted near and far to everyone Jasper knew with a cell phone, and I loved watching the country side fly past us as Jasper drove at break neck speeds like he'd just stolen this car.

Carlisle called and was assuming that all of the sugar I'd eaten may have had a hand in Peanuts sudden decision to kick for the first time. Whatever it was, I was hoping that he'd do it again, and soon. We were stopping for a gas in a few miles. Thank God, Jasper gave me a heads up about that, or Peter would have had my head after the bakery debacle if I wasn't ready when we pulled in.

I had a couple of things that that needed to be taking care of, and Carlisle wanted to eat a light lunch, with and I quote, 'LOW CARBS,' in it. I thought veggies were carbs? Aren't they? So a salad was out, umm … Maybe, I ought to call Carlisle and find out.

"Bella, let's go to Taco Bell for your lunch. I just love that Chihuahua they use in their ads," Charlotte blurted out. "You know think outta the bun. Not to mention these two asshats are from Texas, so Mexican food ought to bring back some memories for 'em."

I was laughing my head off, but at the same time I really was getting hungry. Note to self: find out the meaning of Asshat. I guess my thoughts were enough to throw Jasper off of his 'No fast food' kick and give in to Taco Bell.

After driving two blocks down the road, we found a Taco Bell/Long John Silver's combo and made our way inside. I walked straight to the bathroom for another human/elf moment, washed my hands and my face before heading out front to order my late lunch.

"Oh, Sweetie, please buy this meal for your lunch, it comes with a lil Chihuahua bobble head," Char beamed as she watched the stupid dog's head move up and down, then side to side.

"It's a kid's meal, Char. I should probably eat more than that," I said.

"Ok, you can buy two! Then Peter and I can have one in the truck, and you and Jasper can have one for your car." Charlotte smiled, like the stupid little toys. Who was I to not choose a couple of kid's meals for my lunch if it made her so happy?

After getting my order, I was sitting down with four soft taco supremes, two small nachos and cheese, plus two small cokes. I was looking for the hot sauce, when I caught the eyes of the three amigos who were watching me like a hawk. I shrugged my shoulders and dug in. When all three of them scrunched up their noses at me and I heard a couple of gross groaning noises, I stopped eating and looked over at them with a glare.

"Listen here, Carlisle says that I need to eat human food for the baby, and that's what I am doing. Char you've been cooking my food for weeks now, why are you suddenly revolted by my lunch?"

"Well, sweetie, I knew what you were eatin' then, now I can't tell what the hell is on that thing."

"It's goat meat," I said, looking them all in the eye. When they were done shaking and twitching, I said. "I don't sit here and complain about you guys killing bambi or thumper, so why can't you give me the same respect?"

"Number one, I don't eat bambi or thumper, thank you very much. And two, goat meat? What the hell happened to 'Where's the beef?' Peter questioned.

"Where's the … what?"

"Where's the beef? Haven't you ever seen those commercials?" Jasper asked.

"Huh? What the hell are talking about?" I questioned.

"Back in 1984, there were these Wendy's commercials, and this one old lady would always ask, 'where's the beef'?" Jasper explained.

"Jasper, I wasn't even alive in 1984. So I have no idea what in the hell you are talking about," as I bit into the last of my four goat meat filled tacos. I mean let's face it. The sign says, "All meat." It never says what type of meat it really is. Think about it.

The three amigos shook their heads back and forth, then the realization that I wasn't even alive in the year they were talking about hit them.

"Do you know what a record player is?" Peter asked, while looking rather stunned at the turn in our conversation.

"Yes."

"How's about a rotary phone?" Char asked.

"Those are the ones that you used your finger into the hole right?" I questioned.

"Yep."

"Then yes, I saw one once at the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago, when Renee took me about four years ago."

The rest of my lunch break went on like that. Question after question, everything from if I knew what an eight-track was to if I'd even listened to a 45. That one stumped me.

"I've heard Charlie shoot one before, but he never let me handle it," I said.

They all looked at me like I'd lost my mind.

Jasper was laughing when he said. "Not a gun, Darlin'. It's a small lil record."

"Like a CD?" I question.

"Oh brother," Peter and Jasper said at the same time. A few minutes later we got back onto the interstate.

A few hours later and night was falling fast. I'd only eaten twice today, not counting the cakes, but I was really exhausted from last night, and the carnival ride that the day had brought.

It's been a couple of hours since you've eaten, Darlin'.

I'm not that hungry, Jas. I just want to go to bed, I replied as I leaned my seat back as far as it would go. Jasper pulled the car over on an exit ramp, with Peter and Char stopping right behind us.

"What's up, Major?" Peter asked as he was getting out of the truck.

"Bella's tired, and I want to get her situated in the backseat before we get much further. How are you doing on gas?" Jasper asked Peter as he moved blankets and pillows from the back hatch of the car to the backseat for me.

Charlotte knocked gently on my window and helped me get out of the cramped front seat. After pulling my shoes back on, and getting out of the car, I walked to the far side of the road with Char at my side. It felt nice to stretch my body, and just move around a little bit.

I hadn't realized how cramped up I felt inside the car, but I was sure feeling it now. I wondered how much longer we had to go. I mean, Jasper was driving at close to hundred miles an hour for close to five hours now.

"Jasper, how much longer do you think we'll be?" I asked.

"A few hours tops, but once we get there, I'm sure that Rose already has our bed set up. So I just carry you inside and put you to bed. I won't even have ta wake ya," Jasper said as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Oh, God Lord," Charlotte huffed, and we made our way back to the cars.

"We'll need to stop for gas soon, so you have to umm … ya know …" Peter's hands were level with his crotch and he was moving them back and forth, "go … You know, once we get there."

I moved my hands in the same gesture as Peter, and said. "Go, whack off? Is that what you are saying?"

Char and Jasper were hanging onto the car to keep from falling over with their laughter, and Char pulls it together long enough to squeak out, "Burned!"

Peter wasn't happy with me, but everyone knew that me acting stupid was just my way of blowing off some steam. After the last few days, I really needed to blow of a lot of fucking steam. It just so happens that Peter was my target until I could get to Emmett or Edward.

Edward, I thought to myself. An evil smile graced my lips and I knew then that Eddie, Em, and Peter were going to be getting my full attention here shortly.

Everyone calmed down, and I climbed into the spacious backseat of my new Audi. It was comfortable, and the pillow smelt like Jasper. I knew that he'd given me his pillow to comfort me as he hauled ass down the road, so I could sleep.

My head was resting on Jasper's pillow, and my feet were almost hitting the driver's side door. Jasper raced quickly to the door where my feet were, opened it up, and tucked our blanket in and around my shoeless feet. When he felt that I was cocooned enough his eyes meet mine, and they were shining with both love and mirth at the same time. He was extremely happy about something, but I didn't know what it was.

"Bella, can I ask you another question?" Peter questioned as he poked his head over the side of the door while Jasper was bent over, still fiddling with my blanket.

"Sure, Petey. Shoot."

"Do you know who John Lennon was?"

Jasper, Char, and Peter all had such serious looks on their faces and I couldn't help but fuck with them for a while. Of course I knew who John Lennon was, but they didn't need to know that.

"Yep, he was the lead singer in that band from sixties. I want to say the band's name was The Bee Gees," I lied with a completely straight face.

They all gasped loudly, like I'd confused the Pope with Bhudda or something. Geez, these vampires are really gullible tonight, maybe I ought to string this out a little, I thought.

"He was killed by a drug overdose in the early nineties." I said, as they each looked at each other and then back to me. "You know he switched bands back in the day, the new one was called Narnia!"

"What!" I got out of all three of them. I must have even fooled Jasper's mojo to be pulling this shit off so well.

"Are you confusing Kurt Cobain, with John Lennon?" Jasper finally asked, horrified at the thought that his fiancée was so musically inadequate.

"I don't think so," I said, as innocent as a three year caught with hands in the cookie jar. Hell, I even batted my eyelashes, thinking that might help me out.

"The band was name Nirvana, not Narnia. Narnia was a movie," Peter added.

"No! It was a book before it was a movie, Asshole," Jasper defended.

"Wait, the lead singer of the Bee Gees was Andy Gibb, right?" Char asked looking rather confused and disoriented for a second.

"No, that was Danny Zuko," I threw out there. That caught their attention and brought it back to me. Usually I'm not the girl that likes the limelight, but shit was getting good.

"Danny Zuko was the name of the lead character in the movie Grease, Bella," Peter said with a firm air of confidence.

"Yes, and John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Richard Starkey AKA: Ringo Starr made up the Beatles. Though, Pete Best was the first drummer for the band. Ringo replace him during their two month stint in Hamburg, Germany." I said, a smug smile across my face. All three of their heads whipped around. "John Lennon was killed December 9th, 1980. Roughly sixteen years before I was born. My mom took me to The Dakota, where his co-op was, when I was eight. We placed flowers by the front doors," I finished as I hung my head a little. Thinking back on those fun trips with my mom when I was younger made me wish that I could somehow work things out with her.

"And you're right Charlotte, Andy Gibb was the lead singer of the Bee Gees, until he fucked it up and got into drugs."

Peter was about to open his mouth, when I throw my hand up in a stop motion, and finished with, "Curt Cobian, died in 1994. I was seven years old at the time, he was 27. He too had several drug overdoses but he committed suicide with a shotgun to his head and a lot of heroin in his body. Are there any other questions that folks have for me, or can I go to sleep now?"

"You really had us goin' there for a second, Zelda. But don't worry, I'll get you back," Peter promised as he and Charlotte made their way back to the truck.

"Hey, like an old man like you can even attempt to match my fucked up mind! You know I was an only child left alone quite a bit, so I've got a few tricks up my sleeve there, Petey," I bellowed as Jasper shut the door.

The lights from the interstate were flying past my window when Jasper finally looked over his shoulder at me.

"You could've given me some type of warnin' back there or something."

"I can't believe I got my Jedi mind trick past you, and your mojo," I said as I yawned, getting more and more comfy as lights above became fewer and farther between.

"You did, you blocked me again. You know how I hate that shit," Jasper pouted.

"I still don't know how to keep my mental shields from engaging whenever they want."

"That's something that we'll have to work on at the new house. We should be there in a few hours. Try to go to sleep, now, and I'll wake you up once we get there," Jasper suggested.

I closed my eyes. I listened the radio that was playing softly in my ears, the car tires as they made contact with the pavement, and I heard Peter talking on his phone to Emmett, with my elfin hearing, saying how they needed to get together, and make me pay. I fell to sleep with a wicked smile on my face knowing that I'd always be one step ahead of them, if I had a certain mind reader and an empath in my corner….

A/N: The cake has a link on my home page!

Hugs~Izzy