Third Person POV

Jasper's wide eyes shot up into the air as Edward's body launched itself rather roughly, slamming down into the ground as graceful as a lion, his eyes narrowing. Jasper's eyelashes were batting in utter disbelief as he stared up at Edward. It only took a second for them to hear the screaming coming from the girl standing merely a few feet away from them.

"Edward, get off of him!" Bella's yelling confused both Edward and Jasper.

Edward growled. "I will do as I see fit!"

Bella approached him, moving her trembling fingers towards Edward. "Edward, please…"

Rosalie's POV

"Bella, don't do it." I whispered, wincing at the thought of what Edward would do to her. It was safe to assume that his reactions would not be very controlled.

It all passed by so quickly. As soon as she touched him, he turned on her but it was inevitable. His senses were his control and his control was only his pure animalistic instinct.

I turned away, revolted, as Emmett, Carlisle, the mutt, Johnny and Trent launched at Edward. If he'd hurt Bella, it was going to be his day. His conscience would kill him, and then he'd have to worry about what the rest of us would do to him… not that he'd mind any form of punishment we'd see fit. He loves Bella, no matter how many times he assures us that he doesn't any longer or how much heart ache he's caused her. It's hard to think of why Alice bewitched him; other than being tired of Jasper.

I'm a bit shocked that he didn't kill her, though I'm sure he'll find a way to get back at that conniving pixie.

I bared my teeth at her, threw her the nearest rock I could find and brought my fists up.

She grinned and turned away after flicking away the rock before it got its chance to hit her. Of course the psychic would know everything that happens before it did, but maybe it was just predictable.

"Therapy…" Esme nodded to herself, sure of whatever she was thinking. What I wouldn't give to have Edward's mind-reading ability right now.

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About a week and a half later:

Bella's POV

"It warms my heart to see the family as it was so long ago!" Esme called out in glee. I smiled and nodded, closing my eyes as the cold Forks breeze hit against my eyelids and skin.

Carlisle also nodded, approaching Esme, Jasper and I. "Edward, Emmett and Trent against Rosalie, Alice and Johnny… who would have known? By the way, who's winning?"

"The Ginx's are winning." Jasper grinned. "The girls and Johnny I mean."

I closed my eyes, enjoying the warm air as I breathed it in. I was so bent, so tired and starving for some reason.

I opened my eyes to see Jasper, smiling at me. I smiled to myself, biting my lower lip. I needed to find a way to be alone with him, but I was too tired to go out into the forest again.

"Bella… are you sure you're alright, dear? Ever since we came back from Volterra, you've lost too much weight… and your eyes…" Esme's worried tone seemed to alert Jasper. He stood up, looking down at me and extending out both his hands. I shook my head and looked at Johnny, who was whining as Emmett shot words and criticisms about the way he walks. I could see his repulsion as Alice tried defending him and I could see Alice's repulsion to having to listen to her.

"Do I look that bad?" My voice was cracked and my throat was aching. Water didn't satisfy that aching and food didn't seem to nourish me the way it should; it just made me sick.

Jasper shook his head, an apologetic, very soft smile making its way onto his flawless features. I sighed and stood up, having some trouble doing so.

"I'm sorry Esme; I promise I'll make it up to you." I sighed, placing my hand on my back to steady myself a bit. I shouldn't have worn these clothes; this was a bad, bad idea. I sighed.

"Don't worry about it dear, Carlisle is still here and you need rest…" Her tone was stained in worry, her eyes thoughtful.

"Let's go." Jasper smiled, running his hand through my messy hair; if Rosalie hadn't bothered to brush it, I don't think I would have. I knew that Jazz knew that sweating cold wasn't normal, but he'd bring it up soon enough.

I smiled, thinking about what many things we could do once we were together. A small chuckle managed to escape my lips.

"What's so funny, love?" Jasper asked, standing beside Carlisle's Mercedes.

"Nothing is funny…" I glared playfully at him, my heart speeding at the sight of his changing smile.

Jasper began laughing running his hand through his hair. "Oh Bella."

"What? Like Rosalie says… it's just normal." I shrugged.

"Come on, let's get you home before I feel guilty for letting you on."

I frowned. "You think I'm fat, don't you. That's just great, I'm a fat whale and there's nothing I can do about it." I groaned.

"You're not fat, you're pregnant and that's beautiful." Jasper contradicted, motioning for me to get in.

"Maybe since I'm so beautifully fat, I rather walk." I grinned.

Jasper chuckled and winked at me. "I'm not sure you understand me, Bella, you're not fat," he paused, his voice turning softer, "you're actually underweight…" His smile disappeared, his expression turning serious, a frown seeming permanently carved on his godly features.

I got into the passenger seat, putting the seatbelt to cradle my stomach comfortably and turned to face him.

His face was still visibly etched in worry. As soon as he got in, I met my lips with his. He didn't turn away, at least not until the babies started kicking.

He began grinning with pride, placing one hand over my stomach, though the kicking stopped almost instantly. He sighed. I shrugged.

"It smells like wet dog in here…" he muttered, both of us turning to find Jacob sleeping like a stone in the back seat of the Mercedes.

"Should we…" Jasper inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't think he'll notice the difference in scenery. He's tired, let's let him sleep." I shrugged, biting my lower lip.

"Okay, I'm flexible." Jasper grinned.

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As I entered our room, I could see Jasper's collection of books laid out across the carpet sized toy foam puzzle mat that Emmett had given me, my half-empty diet Pepsi that I'd attempted to chug down and a spilled bottle of electric blue nail polish, right beside the many different shades of eyeliner and little tubs of moist eye shadow that Rosalie had bought as props.

I smiled, staring at the colossal collection of books. For some odd strange reason, I felt somewhat melancholy. I knew better to see that the babies were making me feel this way, but it felt as though it was my own. I sighed slowly, shaking my head and turning to head for the bathroom, almost tripping twice on my way there.

I was running on no energy; my muscles felt limp and weightless, all my insides twisting in pain and agony. The pain was easy to hide most of the time, but this was different; this wasn't at all like that pain, this was 'beat me until I'm dead please' agonizing pain.

Jasper's POV

As I followed her, I could still smell her as she approached the mirror, staring at herself for less than a second, quickly turning quietly. Perhaps to avoid herself the pain of crying for a reason I couldn't understand, even though I understood her more than the world understood its own self purpose.

Her liquid dark brown eyes told her future as plainly as it could possibly get; I didn't need to be Alice to do that. She was heading down the road of self preservation, the kind where you preserve the essence of what you are, afraid to become foolish enough to believe that you have a chance at living through something. But I couldn't understand what she meant…

Thump.

Bella's body gave up on her; her face was trying so hard to hide something… to hide the pain.

"Bella, what's wrong?" These simple words were the hardest to release because I had no idea what to expect. I rushed to her side in less than a second, helping her get back up so I could carry her to our bed.

"I'm alright, I think I'm alright." She nodded, staring into my eyes as I lifted her up.

"I think it passed." She nodded, smiling with relief. I smiled, too sighing with relief as well.

Quickly, I laid her on the bed and noticed the frown on her face. Why was she frowning?

"I don't like it when people take care of me…" She shrugged. "Am I annoying?" Her eyes were pleading.

"Bella, I know it's your emotions that are asking this. No, you are not in any way annoying." I smiled. She thought it over for a second then brought her lips to mine again, holding her breath; I kissed her back and released after a few seconds.

"Why do you always turn away?" She asked as I made my way to the other side, lying down on the other side, very close to her.

"It's not safe." I ran my hands through her hair and frowned. Her heart was accelerating, her lips almost pallid. "Are you alright?"

"Just fine." She sighed, looking away from me to hide something… but to hide what exactly? "I want to kill Alice." She sat up uncomfortably positioned, her fragile hands over her stomach. "Does that make me a bad person?"

Her creamy chocolate eyes were what brought me to my knees. I could understand why Edward felt this way about her. She was no Alice… she was so different and so much better. Amazing.

Wait… So does this mean Alice is the cause of her unhappiness?

I sat up, pulling Bella towards me and cradling her against my chest; she was sweating, even in the uncomforting (on my part) shorts she was in. I'm not surprised that this is Rosalie's doing, it's tasteful but did she think about how I would react to this?

"Not at all. I want to kill Edward…" I stopped, grinning and exploring the endless possibilities. "He attacked me, remember?"

She frowned. "Why did they decide to move back to Forks? It doesn't make any sense… other than the weekly group therapy at least."

"Esme. It was Esme, she couldn't bear to have her family so alienated." I sighed, uncomfortable. It wasn't a lie, but those weren't the only reasons.

"But it doesn't make sense. Sure, you and Edward avoid each other, but… I don't know; it's as if nothing has happened! If it weren't for the huge stomach, I would have thought nothing had happened. It makes me want to blame someone; there's also the way Alice stares at me." She ran her hand across her forehead and winced, clearly noticing her unusually hot temperature. She sighed.

"So make a plan. A discreet plan; get revenge without offending her. Back in the time my parents lived, society women would talk, socialize and act gracious with the people around them… secretly though, they all hated each other and wanted the worst of the others." I grinned. "Women, at least." I paused. "Edward is passionately in love with something. Either himself or whatever, he's in utter distraction. He completely ignores the fact that people even exist around him. If you ask me, I think he's moved on to Rosalie." I chuckled.

Bella twitched, staring at me with disbelieving eyes.

"Joking." I reminded.

"I'm not though, I really do want to make Alice miserable."

"So does Johnny."

"That's different…"

"Maybe… it could be the fact that she likes him too much." I sighed.

Bella frowned. "I'm sorry, I'm not thinking rationally. She was my best friend, I shouldn't be acting or thinking this way." She shook her head as if shaking the thought away then she groaned.

I rubbed her back, trying to relax her. She should want to hate Edward for trying to kill her instead. "Everyone is thinking irrationally, love. It's as if someone wiped their memory away. To some extent, to coexist, we must get along, but this is just plain exaggeration."

"Well, Trent can, to a certain limit, push memories away. Not wipe them out, but hide them. I think…"

I shook my head, caressing my fingers against Bella's slowly reddening lips, "It's not that. It's denial." I stared into her dark, beautiful, brown liquid eyes. "Denial." I repeated.

"It makes no sense, but its better this way, right?"

"Bella, the family has always been this way. We're easy at hiding things from each other, except from Edward. Most of us don't like to think around Edward. He just annoys the hell out of everybody later on."

"So revenge is out of the question?" Bella asked, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I grinned to myself, closing my eyes. "Revenge… depends on your approach."

"Would it be out of the question if I took off my clothes, kind sir?" Bella asked suddenly.

I chuckled at her sudden change of mood. "What does that have to do with revenge?"

She sighed. "It has A LOT to do with it. I just don't know how yet… so? Answer my question, Mr. Hale." She pecked my lips with hers quickly, trying to take off her tank top.

"Why do you let Rosalie dress you in such revealing clothes? You're preg―" Bella's lips met mine and I forgot what I was talking about. Something about clothes?

Clothes… Right.

I released for a moment, cupping her face in my hands, "Bella, I'd very much appreciate it if you didn't seduce me…" I stopped at midsentence and sighed, meeting my lips with hers as soon as I looked into her glowing, creamy chocolate eyes. I wrapped my arms around Bella and pulled her to me.

What was I saying?

Edward's POV

As hard as it would be for anyone to believe that someone as big as Emmett could be taken down by someone as small as Alice, it didn't make it any less true.

"Okay, if we win, we start high school as juniors, you guys as freshman." Alice grinned. "If you win, we'll start as freshmen and you guys will get your choice… deal?" Alice whispered something to Johnny and chuckled.

"Ahh man! Do I really have to? I hate high school…" He took out his cellphone and grinned at Emmett. "By the way, if you think someone would even entertain the idea of Emmett being a freshman, you're on crack lady! He's frickin huge! Freshman on steroids!"

Emmett chortled. "Only because you were the mama's boy; I'd hate high school too if I had to call my mom every five minutes." He rolled his eyes and tackled him against a tree. "Your mom's probably getting it on with Jasper, stop being an asshole. No one likes you when you're like that." Emmett's words both confused me and repulsed me.

"I like him when he's like that." Rosalie contradicted.

"Wait…" I interrupted angrily, staring at Emmett in awe. "Isn't Bella with Carlisle and Esme?" My teeth grinded together; the anger inside of me was forming venom in my mouth. I sighed and looked away, knowing everyone's eyes had to be on me.

You didn't notice? They left about an hour ago. Emmett tried to be sympathizing; he wasn't someone who held grudges after all.

What an idiot, of course they left. Bella's been so tired lately, why would she stay when Jasper is more than willing to be with her no matter where she is? I hope Edward wasn't thinking she stayed to watch him play. Huh, maybe he did. What a loser. Rosalie's thoughts were cruel, somehow making me feel calmer, depressed. I sighed. I hope my hair isn't messed up, I could always have Johnny…

I drowned out Rosalie's thoughts and focused on another's.

So that's what I'm going to wear to the student orientation on Monday… but where did I get it from? Hmm, I wonder if Bella will want to go. I'll have to ask her later, she seems more than willing to talk, I don't think she holds any grudges…

I turned away from Alice's thoughts, hoping to find someone sane to listen to.

Oh man! School… I can't leave mom alone. She's been crying inside… I know she has. I think it's the babies, I can't tell either way.

I remember how she always used to tell me stories of when she first moved here. I liked it better… how she made everything seem. How her world was so dull one minute, so tragic and full of emotion the next. It's hard to believe that Edward guy use to have a heart. Oh god, Edward is staring at me isn't he? I can feel it! Edward, get the hell out! I feel so naked! Jeez…

It's always pleasant to look into his thoughts. He's just like Bella, unselfish and naïve. The things he thinks aren't always pleasant, but the fact he stops to think about someone other than himself is enough.

'It's hard to believe that Edward guy use to have a heart.'

His words were cold. I still have that heart, that cold, dead heart that only beats for his mother. Maybe it was true; I no longer had a heart. I was empty, and I wouldn't notice it missing because I wouldn't need it anymore.

I made my way over to where Carlisle and Esme sat, talking about gardening renovations and plans for the hospital.

"So, Bella wasn't feeling well?" I asked casually, looking at the photo album in Esme's hands that held pictures, very old pictures at that, of Johnny that Bella had saved.

"I don't think so, dear, she went home. Though I wonder what happened to Jacob…"

"Last I checked, he was sleeping in the Mercedes." I grinned.

"Admit it; you don't remember how to play football." I chuckled.

"I still know how to dismember a vampire though; you think I should do that instead? Now that I'm really good at."

"Oh," Esme paused, "Poor dear, he's always so exhausted."

Maybe he's always exhausted, but I'm always miserable. "I want to kill Jasper." I mumbled incoherently.

I was hanging by a thread; my emotions were wired by each and every word that anyone surrounding me would say. I knew it had to stop, the way I stared at Bella when she wasn't looking… it wasn't healthy. It brought me back to when I first met her. I wanted to hate her so that I could leave, so that I could stay away… but I couldn't because I was utterly and very much still in love with her.

I could still see the warmth of her soul; you never completely know what you have until it's far beyond your reach.

Both Carlisle and Esme frowned. "Edward, we need to talk."

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