DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me…they are all the creation of the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.
Alice's POV
For as long as I could remember, I could see things about people, about their futures. Call it flashes of intuition, a second sight, or just a feeling of what would be the right path. Edward used to call me "The Great Ali" when we were kids because I always seemed to know when something big was going to happen. I think my little gift equally enthralled and scared him—in all honesty, I felt that way about it, too.
The day I'd met Jasper, I had the best "sight" of my entire life. I was walking through a nursery with my mother, trying to help her decide between the miniature pink rosebushes and the crop of white freesia. Personally, I wanted her to go with yellow tiger lilies, but she'd done that two years ago and wanted something new and different this time; my mother took her garden club very seriously.
I remember walking away from her to look at some gardenias. The flowers were so white and beautiful that I couldn't help but bend down and smell their sweet fragrance.
"Be careful, little girl. You don't want to fall into that plant," a deep voice had said.
I stood up straight and started to turn around, preparing a thousand different things to say to the idiot who'd thought I was a child. Sure, I was short, but to be mistaken for a little kid…How rude!
But all of those comments fell away when my eyes landed on him. His blonde hair seemed to frame his face perfectly—not overly short or long, not too wavy or straight, but somehow just right. And his blue eyes…even with all of my fashion knowledge, I couldn't put an exact color to them.
He took in a sharp breath, wincing slightly. "I'm so sorry, Miss. I shouldn't…well, it was wrong…and I'm sorry for assuming…please forgive me?" he stuttered.
I found myself giggling at his expense, pleased that he seemed so flustered about his error. "I'll forgive you if you tell me your name," I offered.
"Jasper," he smiled, holding his hand out toward me. "Jasper Hale."
"Hello, Jasper. I'm—" I was sure I had meant to tell him my name, but when he'd grabbed my hand and I'd felt his skin against mine, I'd forgotten everything, including my own name.
"Beautiful," Jasper said, pulling my hand up toward his face. The moment his lips touched my skin, the most wonderful vision I'd ever seen filled my mind. Jasper was in a tuxedo and he was smiling wide with his blue eyes sparkling like a set of Tiffany diamonds. And I was there, standing across from him in a beautiful wedding gown with both vintage and modern styling to it. And from the looks on our faces, we were deeply in love with each other.
"Ma'am," a voice called, trying to pull me away from this beautiful sight. "Ma'am, are you okay?" the voice persisted.
I sighed and shook my head, letting myself return to the here and now. Jasper had a worried look upon his face and he was now holding both of my hands. "Alice. My name is Alice," I said.
"Well, Alice, are you okay?" Jasper asked.
"I'm perfectly fine."
"Are you sure? You seemed a little…"
"Off?" I chuckled.
"No, just lost in your thoughts. Whatever you were thinking about seemed to make you very happy," he said. Those blue eyes of his held my gaze, drawing me in until I felt this overwhelming sense of calm and the desire to be completely honest with him.
"Jasper, I'm going to marry you one day," I told him.
"Marriage?" he asked, his lips turning up into a gorgeous smile. "I think it's a little soon to know that, but why don't we get a cup of coffee and discuss the possibilities?"
"The coffee shop is going to have its power go out for some reason. Why don't we go to Café Presse instead?"
"How do you know that?" Jasper questioned. His eyebrows were slightly arched and his blue eyes burned through me, trying to pull the answer straight from my soul—or at least that's how it felt to me.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "Sometimes, I just know things."
"Like I'll one day be extremely lucky to have someone as beautiful as you marry me?" he asked, a small smirk forming on that perfect mouth of his.
"Exactly like that," I assured him.
"Alice, dear! Where have you run off to?" my mother called.
"Oh!" I gasped, having completely forgotten my own mother in this marvelous man's presence. "I'm so sorry, Jasper. I really want to get to know you, but I'm here with my mother."
That gorgeous smile I'd glimpsed earlier overtook his face once again. "You know, I've heard somewhere that three is the perfect number when you want company, so why not just invite her along?"
And so I had. My mother, Jasper, and I had spent nearly three hours in Café Presse talking about so many different topics. I'd learned that Jasper was a fraternal twin, and that he and his sister, Rosalie, had both ended up with their mother's hair and their father's eyes. I'd also discovered that his parents had passed away a long time ago, innocent victims of a foreign nation's civil war. Jasper didn't go into detail and neither my mother nor I felt it was the time or place to ask more questions. I'd fount out that Jasper and Rosalie were originally from Mississippi, but had moved to Washington to attend college together—Jasper was an architect and Rosalie was into mechanical design and engineering. And I'd learned that I already loved him and wanted to spend every day of my life with him.
"Alice."
Why couldn't people just leave me to my thoughts? They always complained that I didn't have deep thoughts, only thinking of fashion, and then when I finally find something a lot more valuable than couture items, they want to make me pay attention to something else.
"Oh, Alice Cul-len!"
I tried once more to ignore that voice and continue replaying that first day with Jasper.
"Fine. Don't show up on time to marry Jasper and completely crush his heart. Edward will yell at you. Emmett will tease you and yell at you. Esme and Carlisle will be disappointed in you. Rosalie will kill you."
I sighed and glared at my normally sweet sister-in-law. "Isabella, you're awfully impatient today."
"Look here, Pixie!" Bella fussed, returning my glare. "You're going to get your ass into this dress and we're going to go downstairs to join Esme, or I'm going to put myself in charge of getting you ready and I'll toss your little butt in jeans and a t-shirt."
"Is that the hormones talking? Or the Bella that Emmett once said might bite?" I chuckled, hugging Bella tightly.
"Both," she laughed. "You know, I sort of expected you to be bouncing all over and have been dressed since first thing this morning. Why are you so calm?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "Maybe because I've known this day was coming for so very long."
"You know, technically, Emmett is the reason we all ended up as one big family. That's kind of a scary thought," Bella giggled.
"Emmett? How is Emmett the one responsible?"
"Emmett is the reason Jasper was in the nursery on the day you met him. Emmett and Jasper met at the gym and Jasper invited him over to hang out. While he was there, Emmett was goofing off and knocked over this big potted plant, breaking the bowl and everything. Jasper went to the nursery to find a replacement pot, and then he met you. And then Jasper introduced Emmett to Rosalie and you, and eventually to Edward. And months later, you all came to introduce Rosalie to me."
"Does Emmett know this?"
"Heck no," Bella giggled. "He'd never stop reminding us of his very important role in our lives if he did. You know how much he enjoys his teasing. The only ones who know are Rosalie, me, and now you. And since you're all informed now, I have to insist that you get into this very beautiful wedding dress so that we can drive down to the courthouse and get you married."
"Mrs. Jasper Hale," I sighed happily, helping Bella to remove my dress from the hanger. Rosalie was helping Jasper to get ready, just as he'd helped her on her wedding day. Days like today were huge reminders of how lucky Edward and I were to still have our parents with us, to share in these experiences with them.
With Bella's help, I was dressed and ready to go in under thirty minutes. Of course, I'd gotten up at the crack of dawn to get my hair and make-up just perfect, so Bella really only had to help me into the dress and my shoes.
Everyone was so shocked that I'd decided on a small ceremony, knowing my penchant for throwing parties and making a huge deal out of the smallest of things. But there were more important things than parties, or so I'd finally learned. Jasper was up for a huge promotion at his job and couldn't afford to take any time off, and we were both saving up for a house. We knew we wanted a family and that a condo in the city was not going to be the place to raise a baby. So with my future in mind for once, I was making adult decisions and being a responsible Cullen. My father kept checking me for phantom fevers and my mother kept asking if I was sure. Rose and Bella just wanted Jasper and me to be happy, while Emmett and Edward only cared about how uncomfortable their suits would be. But that was okay! I'd be my normal party-planning monster when it came time for Bella's baby shower.
Bella called my attention back to my dress as she fluffed the edges out. And what a beautiful dress it was! It was a strapless dress with a beaded bodice and lace wrapped over the lower half of the bodice. The bottom half of the gown slightly flared out and reached all the way down to the floor. There was more lace at the bottom of the gown and a short train as well. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I could see that I was truly my father's little princess in this dress.
Bella and I helped each other down the stairs and my mother greeted us with that warm smile that always made me want to curl up in her arms and never move. "Alice, dear, you look so beautiful," my mother sniffled. "I can't believe you're getting married today. Not that I ever doubted Jasper would marry you."
"Mom," I chuckled. "You didn't need to add that on the end. I know you've always been supportive of Jasper and me. If you weren't, Daddy would have found a way to get rid of Jasper long ago."
"What do you mean?" Bella asked.
I looked over at Bella's curious face, wondering which of us had forgotten about the story. "Didn't I tell you the story about my high school boyfriend, Connor?"
"No. I know about Todd, Seth, Dillon, and Marcus," Bella said, ticking the names off with her fingers. "But no Connor."
"Well, Connor was my boyfriend for senior year. He actually looked a little like Brendan Fraser, which was probably why I dated him in the first place. I was a bit preoccupied with fashion and looks at that age. Anyway! Connor had the nerve to think that dating me for a month meant that I had to…" I paused, searching for a mother-appropriate word "…be active with him in return. Of course, I immediately broke up with him and he started spreading nasty rumors around school. I told my father about it and three days later, Connor and his entire family picked up and moved away."
"Alice, dear, don't fill Bella's head with nonsense. Connor's father moved to accept a promotion with his company."
"Who in their right mind considers a job in Alaska a promotion?" I huffed. "And in the dead of winter, too!"
"And now I see where Edward got his overprotective nature from," Bella giggled. "Speaking of which, if we're late, you know he's going to assume something is wrong with me."
"We just have one more thing to do and then we can leave," my mother announced.
"What's that, Esme?" Bella asked.
"I have to put this on my daughter," my mother replied, pulling out the necklace Aunt Elizabeth had left her.
"Oh, Mom!" I gasped. "Are you sure?"
"There will never be a more perfect day than your wedding day, my sweet daughter."
I'd loved this necklace since the first time I'd seen it in my mother's jewelry box. It was made of diamonds and every few inches of chain, had a flower made of four smaller diamonds hanging from it. I'd always thought it looked like it belonged on a Queen or a Princess. And when I'd learned the word "regal" in school, I'd known right away that it was the perfect word for this necklace.
"There," my mother said, adjusting the necklace just the tiniest bit. She led me over to the mirror near the door so that I could see my reflection. She pressed her cheek to mine, holding my shoulders from behind and giving me a watery smile. "My perfect little girl."
I looked up, noticing Bella's reflection in the mirror. She looked so sad, even though she was trying very hard to have a smile on her face just for me. She was missing her parents now more than ever and only Rosalie seemed to have words to make her feel better these days.
My cell phone started ringing at that moment and Bella pulled it from my clutch, handing it to me. I slid it open and answered it. "Hello?"
"Alice Cullen, if you don't get your little fairy ass over here in the next fifteen minutes, I'm personally going to come and hunt you down," Rose warned.
I chuckled at her impatience. "I'll be there soon, Rose. I'd never leave Jasper at the altar, or the desk, or whatever the judge is going to be standing by."
"Just get your pixie self over here before my brother has a heart attack from all of the anticipation."
"Tell him nothing can keep me away from that courthouse and I'll be there as soon as I can," I told her.
"Alright, Alice. Fifteen minutes."
"Got it," I chuckled. "See you soon, Rose." I ended the call and handed the phone back to Bella. "Let's go get me married," I said happily.
And that's just what we did. We stood in a small room, with my father at my side and Rose at Jasper's side. Emmett and Esme took pictures while Edward held a crying Bella with one arm and a laughing Lily with the other. And Jasper…my Jasper was in his tux, with his sparkling eyes and that gorgeous smile. It was a thousand times better than my daydream from the nursery—it was absolutely perfect. And we were still waiting to begin.
"Hello. I'm Judge Daniels," a woman said as she entered the room. She was tall, dressed in a dark blue suit with her gray hair pulled up into a tight bun. "The room seems smaller than usual with so many of you here," she chuckled. Her eyes crinkled at the corners, drawing attention to their light green color. She should have gone with a gray suit with black accents. It would have set off her eyes more.
"Alice?" Jasper called, lightly tugging on my hand. "Are you ready to get married?"
"From the moment I met you," I replied, smiling at him. His blue eyes crinkled the slightest bit as a beautiful smile filled his face. My heart felt like it might burst from all the love I was feeling for this wonderful man in front of me. I only hoped he could feel how very much I wanted this day, this marriage, this forever with him.
"Then let's get started," Judge Daniels said. So very, very reluctantly, I pulled my eyes away from Jasper and looked toward the judge. She smiled kindly and then continued. "We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen in matrimony. Do you both understand the seriousness of the commitment you are pledging to undertake?"
"We do," Jasper replied, squeezing my hand and smiling wide.
"We definitely do," I agreed.
And Lily picked that moment to say a few words on the matter, making everyone laugh. Edward started humming to little Lily and soon enough, she was completely quiet, resting her curly head on his shoulder. We were all getting a glimpse of what my brother would be like as a father, and it was perfect.
With Lily taken care of, the judge resumed the ceremony. "Jasper Hale, do you take Alice Cullen to be your wife, to care for her, to provide for her, to love and honor her everyday of your life together?"
"I do," Jasper answered, barely letting her finish the question.
"Eager, Jasper?" Emmett teased, nudging him in the shoulder. Rose turned her head and gave Emmett a deadly glare, so he puckered his lips, blowing her a kiss. "I'm happy for Jazz. You know that, Rosie."
Rose smiled the slightest bit. "Emmett, shut up and let my brother get married."
The judge chuckled at them before continuing with the ceremony. "Alice Cullen, do you take Jasper Hale to be your husband, to care for him, to provide for him, to love and honor him everyday of your life together?"
I know a lot of people claim to have their lives flash before them during near-death experiences, but I was never all that ordinary. So mine flashed behind my eyes as I stared at the man I loved with all of my heart and soul. But it wasn't all of my life that I saw. My memories started the day I'd met Jasper and continued on through this very moment. Not that I needed a replay of things to know my answer. I'd known it from the first moment he'd pressed his lips to my skin.
"I do," I said, making sure my voice sounded as excited as I felt inside.
"Then it is with great pleasure that I pronounce you man and wife. Jasper, kiss your bride," Judge Daniels instructed.
And he did just that, pouring all of his love and excitement into it, making me feel like we were the only two people in the room and that nothing mattered more than this one moment in time. It was perfect.
With a copy of our marriage license in hand, we headed over to Serafina's for the reception. By that time, Lily was asleep in Emmett's arms so it was a good thing that the atmosphere was dark and cozy. My mother offered to take the baby for a bit, but Emmett stubbornly refused to let go of his baby girl. I smiled, hoping Jasper would one day act that way when we had children.
The waiter led us over to the table Jasper and I had reserved. Bella was the first to notice we had too many chairs. "Alice, are we expecting company?" she asked, pointing at the two empty chairs beside her. "You've got two empty chairs here and two on your side of the table."
"No, it's the right number of seats," I assured her.
"Alice had a wonderful idea," Jasper said, smiling proudly at me. "She felt we should acknowledge those that are here only in spirit this afternoon."
"Yes, because I have no doubt that Mr. and Mrs. Hale, and Mr. and Mrs. Swan are here with us, watching over their children," I added.
Bella's lip quivered and she quickly turned her face into Edward's chest, sobbing against him. Emmett looked so much like he wanted to take care of her, but he had a sleeping baby in one arm and his own sobbing wife in the other. And honestly, there was no need. My brother had already managed to calm Bella's sobs and she was quietly sniffing while nodding her head to whatever he was telling her.
"Alice," Rose croaked, looking at me with puffy eyes. "That's the absolute sweetest thing you've ever done. Thank you."
"I'm just glad you liked it," I told her.
"My parents really would love you," Rose said, giving me a big smile. "And not just because you make Jasper happy, either. You're a good person, Alice, and you always seem to know just what your family needs."
It was my turn to tear-up and sob a little as Rose's kind words tucked themselves away in my heart. She and I had never gotten as close as Bella and I were, and it meant a lot to me to have Rose say that. Jasper rubbed my arm and kissed my temple and I smiled as his touch brought that wonderful calm feeling I'd come to know and love.
As soon as the drinks arrived, our family took turns toasting us and congratulating us. Rose's toast was sweet; Edward's was perfectly romantic; Bella's was a mixture of romance and humor; my parents wished us long lives and a good marriage; and then there was Emmett.
"Jasper, I've had the pleasure of watching you grow and blossom into a beautiful young woman," Emmett started.
"Emmett!" Rose, Bella, and my mother chastised. Rose also added a smack to his arm for good measure.
"Oh, right! This is his wedding day, not his Bar Mitzvah," Emmett chuckled.
"Em, Rose and I aren't Jewish," Jasper pointed out.
"And that's exactly why I didn't tell you mazzletoff," Emmett replied. "So here we are, one big family, celebrating the union of the pixie and the great emotional one."
"Emmett, this is my big sister's special day. She decided it to spend it with just us instead of thousands of people we barely know. Give her a break," Edward told him.
"Alright," Emmett sighed. "I was just having a little fun first. But I should be serious because this is an important day. The last part of our little family circle closed today, and we are officially one big family. We are the Swahallen family."
"The what?" we all laughed.
"You know! Swan and Hale and Cullen joined together is the Swahallen family," Emmett explained. "So, Jasper, Alice, it's with great pride as the oldest in our group, that I condone your wedding and wish you a night full of wedding bliss and hot, steamy, lovin'."
"It wouldn't be an Emmett toast without some depravity involved," Bella chuckled. "Sorry about him."
I leaned over to Jasper. "Remind me again why I wanted a small ceremony and having Emmett this close?"
Jasper chuckled and kissed my lips softly. "Because we love the big old, depraved bear."
I laughed as Jasper pulled me into a tight hug. "Yeah, that's the reason," I agreed.
The rest of dinner consisted of smiles, laughs, old childhood stories, and wonderful food. We even had the pleasure of Lily waking up in a good mood and wanting to visit each of us. Of course, that probably had more to do with her managing to get us all to feed her little things from our plates, but I would take whatever baby love I could get. Lily still hadn't quite forgiven me for her wardrobe changes, but honestly, someone had to teach her the importance of variety. As I looked around the table at each of my loved ones, I knew this day couldn't have been more perfect even if I'd waited for the giant wedding with all of the trimmings.
The day eventually turned to night and my parents took Lily home, leaving the rest of us to have a night out on the town. We all drove over to the condo Jasper had bought for us a couple of years ago and the girls came with me into the bedroom so we could all change for a night out on the town.
"Alice, were you really satisfied with such a small wedding?" Bella asked as I worked on re-curling the parts of her hair that had fallen.
"Yes, I was, and I am. It was absolutely perfect and I know it was because I had the people I love surrounding me," I told her.
"You know, it's so not fair that I had to have that huge wedding reception and you don't," Bella fussed.
I chuckled at her and kissed her cheek. "I've had lots of big parties in my lifetime, Bella. You needed to experience at least one for yourself."
"So, Momma Bella!" Rose chirped. "How are you feeling?"
"Strangely energized today," Bella chuckled. "Especially considering I had the worst case of morning sickness yet. I didn't make it to the bathroom either. Edward had to clean it all up while I sat on the couch crying over it. I couldn't decide if I felt more awful for ruining the carpet, or for crying and upsetting Edward."
"Screw, Edward!" Rose huffed. "Well, not that you haven't already, obviously. But, Bella, you're the one who's pregnant! Let Edward deal with the puke and the tears and the snippy comments and you only worry about growing that baby so he's healthy and strong."
"Are those your official words of wisdom, Rosalie?" I snorted.
"You know what, Pixie, it's time you got a dose of your own medicine," Rose said, grinning wickedly at me. "I officially predict that your first pregnancy will result in twins, and that you will crave pickles and ice cream throughout it all."
"There are no twins in my family," I informed her. "And there's no way in hell I'm going to eat pickles and ice cream. I can't stand pickles!"
"Dear, sweet, innocent, clueless Alice," Rose chuckled. "You are married to my brother and our family runs rampant with twins. We are twins, my father's mother was a twin, her oldest siblings were a set of twin brothers, and my mother's father was a triplet."
"You are making that up!" I accused. "You're just trying to scare me."
"Think what you want," Rose shrugged.
"I'm asking Jasper," I warned her.
"Go right ahead," Rose replied calmly.
"Crap!" I yelled, knowing Rose was dead serious about this multiples thing.
"Ladies, is everything okay?" Edward asked, knocking lightly on the door.
"We're fine," Bella giggled. "Alice just got a rather disturbing history lesson is all."
"Are you okay, Love?"
"Yes, but I'm thirsty again."
"I'll go see what I can find you."
"That man is damn near perfect," Bella sighed, staring at the closed door.
"Only near?" I chuckled.
"He is a man," she shrugged. "They only pretend to know everything. Which is why Edward made the mistake of mentioning to me that my pants seemed rather tight yesterday."
"He. Did. Not," Rose gasped.
"Yep," Bella chirped. "I think he meant it as a worry about the baby being squished, but I didn't take it that way at all. You know, I'd never really yelled at him before, but it was kind of nice to have him screw up for a change. Not that I should have yelled because he's never lost his temper with me."
"He's never been pregnant either," Rose pointed out.
"So I basically get to blame a lot on being pregnant, huh?" Bella asked.
"Oh, yes," Rose said, nodding her head and smiling wickedly. "You have to grow another life inside. You have to grow out of all of your clothes. You have to be sick practically every morning for weeks. And then when you finally get to a good stage and want to devour your husband, you can't do it without a huge belly getting in the way. We have every right to be moody for those nine months. And honestly, the moment they see their baby for the first time, they forgive us for all of it. At least, that's how it was for Emmett and me."
"I can't wait to hold our baby," Bella sighed, putting her hands over her stomach.
"Bella?" Edward called, knocking on the door again.
"Go on out and see him," I encouraged, helping Bella up from the chair. "Your hair is once again perfect and you don't even need to change for tonight. That dress is already perfect."
"Thanks, Alice," Bella said, giving me a huge hug.
As soon as Bella was out of the room, I turned my attention to Rose. "How bad do you think her mood swings are going to get?"
"Hard to tell," Rose shrugged. "But with the way she's missing her parents, Edward had better watch out. I remember going through that stage at the beginning of my pregnancy. I would get angry at my parents for not being with me, mad at myself for being angry at them since it wasn't their choice, and then Emmett would bear the brunt of it, and I would get angry over that…it was a very viscous cycle."
"What got you out of it?"
"Esme. She showed up at the house one day, with a baby book and a ton of photos she's secretly been taking of my expanding belly. We spent the afternoon starting Lily's baby book together, with her telling me stories of her pregnancy with Edward and you. I shared some of my favorite stories from my own childhood. And somewhere in the middle of all of that, I felt at peace, knowing my parents were in that room, watching us write in that book. That probably sounds silly, or like wishful thinking, and maybe it is…but it still feels real to me."
"Do you think my mother's going to do that for Bella?"
"Nope," Rose said with a huge smirk.
"Why not?" I asked, completely confused.
"Well, she is, but she has help. Edward's already started it. He borrowed my camera and snapped the first picture of Bella's pregnant belly while she was sleeping the other night. And he's asked Emmett to write down any stories he can remember about when Bella was a baby."
"So they're going to give her the book soon then?"
"I think Edward wants to wait until she's further along. One of the things we found out when Emmett and I went through the Swan family's medical history is that the women tend to have a hard time with the pregnancy and birth. There were a lot of miscarriages on both Charlie and Renee's sides of the family."
"Are you saying Bella could lose the baby?"
"Unfortunately, yes. All this stuff is genetic and your mom had trouble, too, so that increases the risks for Bella."
"That can't happen, Rose," I said, promising myself that I would watch over Bella and that baby. "Bella would never be able to handle losing that baby. She's already so attached to it."
"I know. That's why we all are going to have to do our share to make sure Bella stops taking care of all of us and only takes care of herself."
I nodded my head in agreement with Rose. I would do anything to make sure Bella stayed healthy—even toning down the nursery and shopping. And I would also need to get Edward alone, to make sure he knew what he was dealing with. My brother looked like the strong, protective type on the outside, but I knew if he lost Bella, he'd never come back from that. He was a lot like Noah in that movie The Notebook, and I knew he would die right along with Bella when that day came—but it had better be a long, long, long, long time from now. Those two souls had already been tarnished enough with pain and loss, and there was no way the world could be cruel enough to separate them now that they were joined. I refused to think it, see it, or acknowledge it all. They would have a happily ever after! I would make sure it was the only future I would ever see for them.
Hope you all enjoyed the chapter!! I know it might not seem very Alice-like at first, but keep in mind that her decision to be low-key is based on two things: 1) Jasper is very close to getting a promotion and she doesn't want to get in the way of that. 2) She can go wild for Bella's baby shower and plans to! It's going to be quite the event.
I know I have some Jasper/Alice lovers out there and I've never really written for the other couples. BUT! If there are enough of you interested, I will do a separate one shot of the wedding night. So if you're interested, let me know somewhere in your review.
And this isn't exactly OLM related, but I'm so psyched by it, that I had to share ... All three of the Vampire Bella stories are nominated for Twilight Awards. That's just awesome. And the nomination is as much for the readers as it is for me because I never thought I would write more than Fairytale. And you guys loved First Year so much that it convinced me to write Year Two. So thanks for that!