[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] Thanks for your lovely reviews. I love reading your thoughts on my story.

Yes, I agree that it would also be interesting to read a story about Alice in the role of a transgender or a hermaphrodite . Who knows, maybe I'll write something like that in the future.

**52**

The anger spreads through my veins and my heart starts pounding hectically in my chest.

I barely feel Bella's hand on my shoulder before I turn around and rush back inside the building.

A shrill scream leaves my mouth before my fist connects roughly with Jasper's chest again and again. I want to break his nose but because I have decided to wear flats today there is no way I can reach his face.

"Hey, is something wrong?" he asks, grabbing his hands tightly around my wrist to stop my punches.

"You know exactly what's wrong! You swine! I'll end you! I make sure you're going to lose your fucking accreditation!"

"Alice, calm down. You're getting a bit hysterical here."

"I am not hysterical. I'm fucking pissed! How can you suggest to Bella that she should leave me for signing her surgery papers?"

He smirks, tightening the grip of his hands around mine until it is painful. Then he pulls me closer to him.

My head starts spinning and I feel like I can't breathe properly.

"There is a price for everything. How much are you willing to pay for the happiness of your Bella? As a therapist I assure you that she won't be very happy if she doesn't get the surgery and she has already tried to harm herself in the past."

"Let me go, before I kick you where it hurts."

He drops his hands and takes a few steps backwards, sitting down on the edge of the leather couch.

"You are a passionate woman. That's something I find very attractive."

"Don't you have any pride, using your position to blackmail Bella into this farce? She would never leave me. She loves me. I love her. "

"Bella is not ready for a relationship. She's still too focused on her transition."

"What I'm focused on is none of your fucking business anymore." Bella growls at him, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. I'm so agitated that my entire body is trembling.

"Baby, let's go." she whispers softly. When we are in the elevator she lifts me up and holds me against her chest.

"No. You don't have to carry me. I can walk."

"I know. I just want to."

We drive back home and after a couple of minutes I realize that my right hand is hurting a bit. Flexing my fingers a sharp pain rushes through my thumb.

"Ouch! Oh crap, that hurts."

"Did he touch you?"

"I tried to punch his stupid face, didn't do a good job on it though. I'm too small to do any real damage."

She takes my hand in hers to examine it carefully.

"I don't think anything is broken. We'll put some ice on that when we are home. You shouldn't hit people. That's too dangerous in your condition anyway."

"I'm not sick, just pregnant."

"I don't think it's a good thing you got so agitated. Are you sure that you're okay now apart from your hand?"

I nod my head and close my eyes for a moment. I feel so tired that I manage to drift into a half sleep.

Bella's lips are soft and warm against my temple when she tries to wake me up.

"Hey, sleeping beauty. We're home now."

She carries me all the way to the couch and puts a blanket over me.

"Do you want to sleep some more?"

"No,"

"Fine, then I'll bring you some ice for your hand now. Do you want something to drink?"

"Some milk would be nice."

She plants a kiss on my nose before she goes to get everything from the kitchen. There are some cookies on the tray as well. Oh, I really feel like I should dip some of those into my milk.

"I hate Jasper. He's such a swine."

"Let's not talk about him now."

I clear my throat and when I speak up, I have trouble holding back tears.

"He said that you tried to harm yourself."

Bella's smile freezes on her face. She stands up from the couch and walks over to the window, leaning her face against the glass.

"I don't want to talk about that. Can we pretend Whitlock didn't mention it to you?"

"Kay. If you promise me not to do something like that again. I can't endure the thought of you being hurt."

Sitting down next to me on the couch, she starts rubbing my feet in slow circling movements.

"You have the tiniest feet I've ever seen."

"I'm sure those of the baby will be even smaller."

"They'll better be because otherwise it won't be able to wear the shoes we bought."

"Can we talk about your bottom surgery?" I ask her, taking a sip from my milk.

"What about it? I can't get it without the necessary papers, unless I decide on getting the surgery abroad where it would be cheaper anyway. Then there is you and I don't know how it would change our relationship if I'd undergo that procedure."

I nibble on one of the cookies. It's sweet and tastes a bit like almond and honey.

"Am I holding you back?"

"No. No, you're not. It's not like that. Look, the whole thing with the surgery is complicated. That's such a big thing for me. Like my second birth if you want to see it like that."

"Do you want the surgery?"

"Alice, we're going to have a baby. That's not the right time to spend 15.000 bucks on a vaginoplasty."

"I want you not to think about me for a moment or the baby…or the money. I just want to know if you want to have this surgery or not. I'm trying to figure out how important it is for you."

"It is important. But right now you and the baby are far more important to me. I want to be there for the two of you."

She pulls my shirt up and very lightly her fingertip circles over my abdomen.

"Hey there, little baby. How's it like in there? Warm and comfy, I hope."

I pull her face up to mine and when my lips start moving against hers I feel like finally everything is going to be alright.