Lagniappe

Chapter 35. I'm Yours
Isabella Swan

So Jasper and Bella are a little spooked after everything and rightfully so i believe. This chapter its going to be awsome. Just some lemony goodness. Haven't had that in a while huh?

Anyways, JPOV next chapter! Yay! we need one of those!

Let's get this started!

Here we go...

The entire ride home, I refused to let go of Caleb. Jasper had tried to pry my tiny son from my arms but almost got killed in the process. After I checked on Alice and we had assessed the damage to her house-which was nothing compared to the damage she had done to the three dozen men she had freaking massacred-we left, desperately in need of some private time and some major explanations.

Jasper had said that after he hung up with me he had called Alice, telling her that I was coming and that when she called him back, saying I wasn't picking up he assumed the worst and came to help Alice kill the fuckers who he had thought killed me and Caleb. When he saw the truck in Alice's driveway he killed his way through Alice's house and then came in to get me in the bathroom.

Alice wasn't too upset about her house, saying she was planning on moving anyways. There was some pretty extensive damages, but nothing that couldn't be fixed. She wanted to move to Manhattan to be closer to Caleb and this time I didn't protest to her being near. It was just safer that way and she would do anything for her Godson.

At the moment, I sat in the back seat of my Cadillac, cradling a sleeping Bubba in my arms. He slept peacefully as Jasper drove us home at a normal speed. He told Alice to send the truck to the auto repair on the Island before we left it with her, not even bothering to take the booster seat.

"You okay?" Jasper whispered from the rear view as I hummed to Caleb, rocking him gently.

Jasper had been looking in that rear view every five minutes, checking to see if anyone was following us or to see if Caleb and I were really alright. Caleb's little arm hung off the edge of my fore arm, only reassuring me that he was thoroughly conked out.

I let out a soft sigh, closing my eyes as I nuzzled my son's nose to mine. I was so glad I got to be there with him. So glad I wanted to cry. I didn't though. I held it in as best I could.

"We're alright," I nodded, looking up to give my husband a wry smile. "I'm jus' glad he's okay." I said, referring to my Bubba.

Jasper nodded in agreement curtly. He was still insanely pissed off.

Not at me but at The Spiders. It was like watching his eyes was watching every scenario he planned on using to kill the men that came after us on. It was terrifying because I had never seen my Jasper so livid, but it was also a huge pride of mine. I wanted to kill every single one of those Irish pricks myself. Not because of what they did to me, but because they came after my son.

My son.

He was innocent. He hadn't done or said anything. He couldn't even hold his own head up by himself for god's sake!

"I can't wait to get home," I whispered, kissing Caleb's smooth forehead.

His little arms flailed a bit before settling back down. He was dreaming.

"Neither can I," Jasper sighed in frustration.

I looked at his blood smudged face through the mirror and smiled half heartedly at him.

"Ju needa shower." I said readjusting Caleb onto my shoulder.

"Can you burn these tonight?" Jasper asked, pulling at his blood soaked shirt gently.

I nodded and rubbed gentle circles into Caleb's back. We finally pulled up to the gate of our house, the air still a dull, eerie shade of grey thanks to the storm clouds above. Jasper hurriedly helped me out of the car once he was out, treating me as if I were made of glass.

Once we were inside the house, Jasper made sure security doubled and the code for the gate was changed form my birthday to Bubba's. No one was getting in. I knew that on top of all security measures Jasper was enforcing, the press would also be a good shield.

No mobster would dare start anything in front of press that constantly loomed at the gate of my home. They'd get booked so fast it wasn't even funny, having evidence and everything against them.

As we made it into the house Caleb let out a little cry. I knew exactly what was wrong, but Jasper jumped shakily and rushed over to pull back the quilt form Caleb's face.

"What's wrong, Bubba?" Jasper kissed his son's little ringlets gently.

"He hasn't eaten since we woke ja up dis morning," I sighed, smiling up at Jasper lovingly. "He just needs a bottle."

"You want me to get it?" Jasper started for the kitchen, but I caught his arm quickly.

"No," I shook my head, Caleb still fussing in my arms. "Go take a shower and I'll deal with him."

Jasper gave me a pensive look, pursing his lips together and looking me over with narrowed eyes. He thought I was testing him. I rolled my eyes and shifted Caleb's kicking legs a bit.

"I'm serious. I don't need ju tracking blood all over ma house!" I chuckled lightly. "Go take a shower while I feed him. I already took one this morning."

Our talk was normal. Beyond normal even. After such a harsh day, we were already going back into the groove of things as if nothing had happened. We'd talk about it later, but for now we needed a bit of normal.

"I'll be down in ten." Jasper kissed my head and rushed up to our bedroom.

I sighed and kissed Bubba's head gently.

"C'mon, cher," I mumbled to my son. "Let's get'cha some food, huh?"

After settling down Caleb and putting him in his carrier that still sat on the breakfast counter, I boiled a glass bottle full of the breast milk I had been pumping for the past two months. As soon as Caleb latched top the bottle, Jasper came into the kitchen in nothing but his favorite sweat pants and some very wet hair.

His chest was still slightly damp, droplets of water beading down his cut ripples. It was excruciatingly hot in here.

"You want me to feed him while you go get changed?" Jasper asked running a towel through his hair.

I snapped out of my trance and looked down at the bottle bobbing in my hand quickly Caleb was almost completely done with that sucker, probably needing another very soon.

"Yeah," I yawned heavily. "Can you let him finish this one and if he needs another, give it to him. He skipped two bottles with everything that happened…"

I let my sentence drift, staring down at my beautiful baby boy. He was alright.

"Of course," Jasper came over, setting down his towel, to kiss my temple. "Now go. We'll be up in a few."

I handed the bottle over to Jasper and made my way upstairs. As soon as I reached my bedroom I darted into my closet, quickly changing into one of Jasper's Hanes tees and some sleeping shorts. I kicked out of my flip flips and fixed my tangled ponytail into a bun.

After yawning one more time, I stepped back out into my bedroom, only to hear a sob ridden humming coming from my bed. I turned slightly to see Jasper's hunched, shaking figure cradling Caleb as he fed him a new bottle.

"I'm so sorry, Bubba," Jasper sobbed. "I should've protected you…"

My heart broke instantly. This was the first time I had ever seen Jasper cry tears of pain. He had cried tears of joy and tears of sorrow in front of me…but these were tears of agony. As if someone had cut his heart into two pieces.

I walked over towards the bed and crawled over to my husband.

"Jasper?" I pressed my palm to his damp cheek. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Jasper shook his head, holding Caleb to him just as closely as I had in the truck. He looked up at me, the grey hue that illuminated the room making his tear filled eyes glimmer softly. Everything about his expression read pain. Hurt.

"When I saw you in that tub, Bella, with Caleb…" he shook his head of the image. "I should've been there. I should have protected the both of you! I didn't…"

I grabbed Jasper's face between both my hands, making him look up at me.

I stared back with serious eyes.

"There was nothing you could do-"

"I should've been there, Bella!" Jasper sobbed loudly, making Caleb stir from his happy position of sucking on his bottle. "I'm your husband and his father! I'm supposed to be the one that protects you and makes sure nothing happens to either one of you…what if I had lost you both? I couldn't go on living because it would've been all my fault."

"Jasper," I said firmly. "Nothing happened. Ja got there and saved me and Caleb. Ju did protect us. Ju did everything ja possibly could and more," I kissed his lips gently.

He just sobbed harder, bringing Caleb up so he could kiss our son's cheek.

"I don't know what I'd do without you…either of you," he looked back up at me with desperate eyes.

"We're here," I pressed my forehead to his. "We aren't going anywhere anytime soon."

Jasper sniffled gently, nodding into my head.

"He's going to wind up just like us, Bella," Jasper whispered darkly. "He's the first and a boy. He's going to lead after I'm gone…"

The words weren't foreign to me. Just harsh.

My baby would someday take over Jasper's throne. He would carry all the burden's Jasper has to now. He'd have to worry about all the things Jasper and I do. He'd go through all the hard times we did…and it was heart breaking to know it.

I palmed Jasper's cheek gently, stroking his light stubble.

"He can do whatever he wants," I touched Caleb's swollen tummy from all the milk he had drank. Jasper took the half empty bottle from our son's mouth and placed it on the bed side table before burping him. "Jasper, everything will be alright. Even if he does have to take over your throne, we still have a while before we can do anything about it. He just got here. We can't worry about that now. Let's just take this one day at a time alright?"

My words seemed to calm my husband a bit as his shoulders slumped in relaxation and his sobs ceased.

"You hear that, Bubba?" Jasper whispered to the sleeping bundle on his shoulder. "Momma says you can be whatever you want, and Momma is always right. Remember that, okay, bud?"

Caleb cooed in annoyance and rubbed his cheek against Jasper's shoulder. Jasper smiled and laid down, setting Caleb on his chest like he often did. I hadn't noticed until now Jasper had stripped and changed Caleb, making him probably even more sleepy even after eating.

I took my son from Jasper's reluctant arms and got up from the bed.

"I think this one needs to be put down, right Daddy?" I kissed Caleb's little curls as he started to let his heavy lids droop.

"He's had a hard day," Jasper nodded.

I glanced over towards the bedside table and noticed the bright red numbers; 3:30 pm.

"It's still so early…" said rubbing Bubba's back. "Should I keep him up? If I put him down now he probably won't sleep tonight."

Jasper shook his head, slipping under the covers until his shoulders were covered.

"I'll stay up with him if he can't sleep," Jasper sighed into the pillow. "We all need some rest."

I felt my heart clench slightly. Jasper still thought this was his fault and he was beating himself up over it. I just let out a soft sigh of agony and kissed my Bubba again before taking him into the nursery and laying him down in his crib.

He was already out like a light by the time I set him down, so I just covered his little, sleeping form with Nana's quilt and opened the curtains in his room. It was still grey out from the heavy storm clouds that lingered above the trees. Light drizzle began to come down, tapping on the nursery window gently.

Perfect.

I made sure all the lights in Caleb's room were off before heading back into my bedroom. As soon as I made it back in I closed my door, locked it and went to crawl into bed with my husband. I knew he wasn't sleeping under the covers by the way his breathing was, so I just slipped under the sheets and curled up against his chest.

A pair of warm, heavy arms wrapped around me and pulled me flush against his bare chest. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around him.

"Alec needs to be picked up in half an hour." I whispered, staring up at Jasper's dull eyes.

"I called Momma and told her to go and get him." Jasper replied flatly.

"Is he gunna stay with her tonight?" I lifted a hand to trace his cross tattoo with my fingers.

Jasper closed his eyes happily at my touch and nodded.

"Is Caleb asleep?" Jasper asked.

I could hear the double meanings in his words, though. He didn't really care if Caleb was asleep or not; he wanted to know his son was safe.

"He's fine, Jasper," I kissed my husband's neck gently. "The rain is gunna keep him knocked out for a while." I giggled gently.

Jasper gave me a tiny twitch of the corner of his lips before settling back into a frown. I traced my hand up from his chest, to his neck until I reached his hair, tangling my fingers in his glorious locks.

"I love you…" I whisper sang.

Jasper let out a heavy breath and opened his eyes to stare down at me. He lowered his warm lips down onto mine, attacking me with a heated, hungry kiss. Our lips molded perfectly into each others as Jasper shifted so that he was pressed on top of me. I eagerly opened my legs so that he could rest between them as our hips started to grind against each other.

"I love you so much, Bella," Jasper whispered after pulling his lips from mine, pressing his forehead to mine. "I don't know what I'd do if…if-"

I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing his horrible thoughts. He stared down at me with heavy eyes.

"Nothing happened," I wove my hands back into his hair. "I'm here, my love. I'm not going anywhere."

That was it, Jasper latched his wonderful lips back onto mine before eagerly ripping off every ounce of clothing I had on me and then taking off his sweat pants.

"Jasper…" I moaned loudly, feeling his huge erection pressing into my thigh.

Jasper's lips slowly began trailing down my neck, sucking, licking and biting every inch of skin he could.

"Mmmm," I groaned loudly as Jasper's fingers began to trail my thigh up and down at a feather light pressure. "Jasper, please…" I pleaded.

Jasper shook his head and continued to do as he had been for the past few minutes. He wanted this to be slow. He wanted to take his time…like there was no damn tomorrow.

Jasper's hands trailed up and gripped onto my hips hard, but not hard enough to hurt me. He pulled them up, my legs already open to him, wrapped around his torso, and began rubbing my slits up and down his shaft.

Jasper let out a low hiss, feeling exactly how ready I was for him and continued to rub me up and down, never entering me. He gently set me back down against the bed, panting and whimpering for more before parting my slits and shifting his head so that it rubbed tiny circles on my aching clint.

"Oh…" I whimpered out in pleasure.

My hands left Jasper's hair to grip onto the sheets bellow us, my back arching up into Jasper's chest as my body began to shake, expecting the enormous climax I could feel coming on.

Right as I was about to come, Jasper flipped me, making me cry out in disappointment. My husband entertwinded his fingers with mine as I sat on all fours, pressing his forehead to my bare back.

"I love you, Bella," Jasper whispered once more.

"I love you more, Jasper." I said over my shoulder, feeling his lips trailing up my spine.

Jasper shook his head and slowly began to enter me, letting out a low, tortured groan.

"Impossible."

Those were the last words he said before he began to move. His motions were slow at first, pumping in and pulling almost completely out before slowly pushing back in. It was agony and bliss wrapped into one. I arched my back like a cat in heat, throwing my head back to moan. Jasper took full advantage of that and began ravishing my exposed neck.

His warm hands traveled down my flat stomach until he reached the promise land. His fingers worked ferociously against my clint, rubbing me in time with his now insanely quick pumps.

After a few seconds of that, feeling as if I were about to explode from all the enormous amounts of pleasure coming at me, I did. I came around Jasper's cock, screaming and writhing in joy.

Jasper rode me out through my orgasm, pumping in and out as his hand gripped onto mine before flipping us. He sat back into a sitting position so that I straddled his lap, never taking himself out of me.

I was still panting loudly, trying to come down from the high of my first orgasm, when I spotted Jaspers eyes. They were so full of love and adoration…I could've wept. His gentle hands remained on my hips, moving me up and down his dick slowly; the pace he wanted.

I felt a single tears run down my cheek, only to be kissed away by my husband.

"Don't ever leave me," Jasper whispered through a heavy groan.

I shook my head, placing my face in the crook of his neck as we moved together, our hips doing all the talking. I wrapped my arms around my husband's shoulders, entangling my hands in his locks as I continued to cry tears of pleasure and joy.

"Never." I whispered back.

Our bodies moved at a quicker pace, now, making every patch of skin on us become drenched in sweat. Our breaths were jagged and rapid as our hearts pounded against our chests that were pressed together.

"You're mine," Jasper panted out, twining his own hands in my locks.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly as the crash of thunder came from outside. I prayed Caleb wouldn't wake up. Not now.

"Say it, Bella," Jasper grunted, slamming into me. "Tell me who you belong to."

"I'm yours!" I screamed out in joy. "Oh, Jasper! Please! Harder, my love!"

Jasper kissed my neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist from where he sat. I rolled my hips as hard as I could against him, gaining some friction on my sensitive nub. Jasper's hands gripped my ass and pulled me down onto him, pumping in deeper than he ever had.

I placed my face back into the crook of his nick and bit down of his shoulder to keep me form screaming and waking up Caleb across the hall. Jasper let out a strangled moan, pumping in and out of me at a staggered pace.

He was so close. As was I.

He was pounding so hard into me that our sweat soaked skin made a loud smacking sound. Everything was so perfect; the skin hitting, the thunder in the background, the loud hum of rain pouring down on the roof, our loud pants mixed with the groans of pleasure sent me over the edge first. Jasper followed right behind, falling back limp against the pillows to drag me with him.

I gently rocked against Jasper, riding out the remnants of both our orgasms, making Jasper cry out in joy. Jasper stilled my hips with his hands and kissed my lips that hung only inches form his.

After we pulled away to gasp for some much needed air, I pressed my forehead to Jaspers and sighed, utterly content. My body shook from the wonderful aftermath, trembling against Jasper's chest.

He quickly pulled up the covers to cover the both of us and gently pulled out of me. I rolled off of his chest and decided to instead lay beside him.

Jasper looked down at me and opened his mouth to say something only to be cut off by a loud crack of thunder, followed by Caleb's loud screams that came form the baby monitor beside me on the night stand.

Jasper smiled down at me and spoke gently.

"He hates being woken up," he chuckled gently.

I chuckled and swung my legs off the edge of the bed. "Don't I know it."

"You want me to get him?" Jasper asked as I slid on his Hanes tee and my underwear.

"No," I smiled. "But you can come with me."

Jasper sat up and smiled before putting on his sweat pants. After we were both clothed, we quickly walked out of our room and into Caleb's nursery across the hall. His ear shattering screams filled the room to the hilt.

"Hey there, Bubba," I cooed gently, scooping my son into my arms. He instantly began to settle down. "Did the thunder wake you up?"

Jasper came up beside me to rub slow circles into Caleb's back, like he always did.

"It's okay, buddy," Jasper hummed into my son's hair. "Here, let me have him."

I gently handed Caleb over to my husband and smiled when I saw both my son and husband together. Jasper bounced Caleb's little body lightly and hummed into his ear, singing the same song I always sang him.

Caleb wasn't sleeping anymore though. He popped his little head out and stared at Jasper's face. Jasper chuckled, seeing my son's wide eyes staring at him in wonder. Caleb not only adored his father, but found him quite fascinating as well.

"Hey there, Bubba. What's up?" my husband chuckled and started throwing my son up in the air playfully.

Caleb giggled loudly as I he thrown up, only to be caught in my husband's sure hands. Jasper laughed along with him as I just leaned against the crib and smiled at the two people I loved most in this world.

"You wanna go play with Daddy while I go make some dinner?" I asked my son gently after walking over to them.

Caleb let out a gentle coo, making me grin even wider.

Such a smart baby.

"Let's go down then." Jasper chuckled, gripping my hands.

I beamed up at my husband and nodded. "Let's go."

We were okay for now.

Next chapter up tonight.