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I wake; the room is dark. Thank fuck I remembered to close the curtains last night. Rolling to my back, laying my arm across my face with a sigh, I suddenly remember Edward.

My Edward is home. I smell his scent as I reach under the covers, feeling his warmth.

Then it hits me. What's that? What's that I smell? Fucking coffee! Oh my God, coffee! I'm smiling fiercely to myself; told ya my boy is amazing. He's just the best! Raising myself up from the small ass bed with a smile and a groan, I head for the bathroom before making my way to the kitchen.

Well I'm not actually walking more dragging but I'm following the aroma of the liquid gold, cause my brain hasn't caught up with the rest of me yet.

As I reach the kitchen, I hear him singing. He has a tendency to sing when he's happy or contemplating something important. It's sweet and soulful, and I recognize it as the Nora Jones song I played last night while we fucked! It makes me smile as my heart melts a little more for my red headed boy

He turns when he senses me, I stand in my boxers with my arms folded across my chest, leaning against the door frame. "Good morning, sweetness," I smirk.

"Good morning, daddy," he replies cautiously, giving me a small smile. He's thinking I might renege on my promise.

I raise my eyebrow as I see worry cross his face and reach his eyes. "Edward, hon, you've called me a lot of shit over the years, but your daddy, I'm not." And I laugh.

He tries to show a little disgust with my statement; it's written all over his face, but he's failing miserably.

It takes me two short strides, and my arms are around him, with his wrapping around my neck. I place a fuckhot kiss upon his beautiful mouth, and he slowly and sweetly moans into it, and fuck! I'm hard. Well go figure, cowboy. He rubs his own hardness against me, and now it's my turn to moan, enjoying the feel of him again.

"What time are Rose and Emmett due home, baby?" he whispers into my neck, making me shiver. "Not sure, sweetness. What do you have in mind? Cause remember, I haven't had my coffee yet," I chuckle to myself.

"Jasssssssssssper, is that all you can think of at this very moment, hon?" Rubbing his cock harder against mine, he makes me shiver more, and a growl leaves my chest, "No, Edward, it's not. But you should know by now, I work to my fullest capacity when I've had my coffee, babe." Licking up his neck, sucking his ear lobe into my mouth, biting on it gently, feeling his smooth hard chest purr against my own... Aah bliss.

Pushing him to the counter and kissing him frantically, my greed and wantonness takes over. I can't hold back. I have no intentions of being timid trying to show him how much I desire and worship him. The kisses are open-mouthed and messy. I suck hard on his skin, biting down hungrily, licking the swollen flesh as I go.

He's shivering and overwhelmed. His voice is horse as he speaks my name - it's like whispers and pants trying to leave his chest at the same time. He's trying so hard to keep up, but I'm moving too fast for him.

My hands decide to join the party. They're grabbing, nipping, pulling and pushing at him, not knowing what direction to send him in first. I want him tight to me, so I can feel his warmth and heartbeat, smelling his intoxicating scent. Then I'm pushing him back to look and stare at him, wanting to watch his lustful beauty with my own eyes.

His eyes are black with desire, and his fuck me hair is standing every different direction. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

His noises are sweet and soft, but I'm sure he's finding it hard to breathe, cause I'm not giving his body a chance to react to one thing before, within a split second, I'm switching it up.

His fingers are in my hair and grabbing at my shoulders. It's like they're lost and can't find their way in the dark.

I feel the sweat run off our bodies, making us slide against one another. I hear my mantra in my ears, mixed with my own heartbeat and pulse racing through my veins: "Fuck Edward. Fuck Edward."

"What, Jasper, what? What is it you need, baby?"

"I need you, Edward. All of you. Nothing but you, baby. You're mine, and only mine."

" I'm yours, Jasper. I'm yours, baby. All yours," he's saying as if trying to soothe me, soothe my soul as only he can!

"Edward I missed you so fucking much, baby," I cry as I take his nipple into my mouth, biting it a little too hard while palming his hard as fuck cock, his head falling back, not able to stay in the present.

He's crying!

"I missed you too, honey. I never want to be apart like that again. Promise me we won't."

"I promise, sweetness. I promise. Never again"

And I meant it with every thread of my being. Never again will I let my boy down. He deserves better, and from this minute forth, I vow to myself never to fail him again with my words or actions if I can help it.

We're sweating and crying, chests are heaving, and the sounds of our actions are filling the apartment. It's thick and rich, making me struggle for control. My legs are shaking. I'm finding it hard to breathe. It's taking all my strength to stay afloat.

Our grinding is getting stronger, my boxers and his sweat pants being the only barrier between our sex.

I'm getting desperate. I need to feel and taste him. His scent is overwhelming to my senses, and my brain is turning to mush.

My fingertips dig into his hips until he lets out a whimper, grabbing the hair at the nape of my neck and pulling me to his mouth, crushing our lips together painfully.

" Jasper please will you fucking suck my dick before it falls off with need!" he growls into my mouth.

I chuckle at him as he slaps the back of my head. "Now, now Edward, no violence. It will get you nowhere or everywhere depending..." I raise my eyebrow at his smirking face.

"Please, Jasper," came in the smallest childlike tone I have ever heard from him. Now how could I resist my boy? I drop to my knees on the cold kitchen tile.

I yank his sweats so hard I almost rip the shit out of them, looking up at Edward, ginning as he winks down. "Easy, trigger," he says with a smirk, both of us letting out a hearty laugh, filling the room. I grab him by the base, and his breath hitches 'That shut him the fuck up now, didn't it?' as he leans back into the counter with a death grip, white knuckle hold on the granite.

Settling in, I get to work. The hunger has diminished a little, but the lust and want are still hanging in the air, wetting my lips. I lean in, using my flat tongue to swipe his cock from base to tip in one long stroke, and there it is: "Fuck me, Jassssssper..."

'Gotta love my boy.'

He's so hard! and starting to thrust into my mouth before my lips are even around him. He's eager, and I fucking love it. I lick and slurp, making it wet and messy, knowing I'm driving him crazy. And the oh's and the ah's and the "that's it, baby, right there" leaving his lips, let me know I have him hook line and sinker.

I feel him tense, knowing he's ready. One reach between his legs, wrapping my fingers around his balls gently, and he's gone, shooting everything he has to give me deep into my throat. I'm savoring willingly every ounce he has to offer.

He's tugging on my hair now, pulling me up towards him, jumping at my face and grabbing my lips with his. He's moaning and whimpering into my mouth, his chest expanding, touching mine with every breath. "Honey, I love you so much. Always and forever," he cries.

"Love you too, sweetness. Always and forever," I reply, pushing his fuck hot hair back off his forehead, so I can see his forest greens, and smiling.

He's still draped over me, trying to catch his breath and control his senses. Giving him a little time, noticing his demeanor is now even, I cup his face in my palms, kissing his forehead nose and chin. "Baby, what's for breakfast?" I say, smirking.

Wiping his face with the palms of his hands and running his fingers through his hair, he smiles. "Will pancakes and bacon do, with your four cups off coffee, baby?"

"Hell yeah".

After breakfast, we shower slowly. No more lonely showers for me! We dress, then take Jake for his morning walk, heading for the park again. Maybe this time Jake will feel like playing some catch with us.

As we walk hand in hand through the park, the morning sun warming our faces and slight breeze cooling our skin, I feel his fingers tighten with mine. "Jasper, when are they coming home?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me, Jasper. When are Rose and Emmett coming home?"

"Don't know for sure, Edward. Should be soon. Why?"

"Just asking." And we continue walking.

I'm throwing the ball to Jake as he retrieves it, returning to me, dropping it at my feet, me picking it up and repeating my actions.

I feel his stare. He's sitting on the bench at the edge of the green. I feel the anticipation creep up my spine. Edward has a way of letting you know he knows shit without even uttering a God damn word, and he's pulling that shit on me now; I can feel it in my bones.

I let Jake run free for a while, knowing he will stay close. Whistling to him, I let him know I'll be sitting down beside Edward.

He looks up, all ears and tongue at attention, then runs off, trying to catch a bird that has just happened to land on what Jake now thinks is his park.

Strolling over towards Edward, I brace myself for what's to come, thinking to myself, what the hell could he know, or what the hell does he think he knows.

Sitting beside him, I grab his hand in mine and smile. "Jasper, you've been here all weekend, haven't you?"

"Huh?"

"Jasper," he says, raising an eyebrow at me. He doesn't look angry, just questioning.

I lower my head. "Yes, babe. I'm sorry."

"It's OK. I just knew."

We sat in silence, watching Jake run after everything that even slightly moved, getting pissed at himself when he couldn't catch it. He would get frustrated, shaking his head from side to side and snorting at the ground. There was nothing you could do but laugh.

"You knew?"

"Yes, honey, I knew."

"You're not mad?"

"No, I'm not mad."

"I've been here all weekend. They needed me to take care of Jake. The dog sitter couldn't make it!"

"It's nice that you looked after Jake for them. I'm proud of you, baby" He ran his thumb in circles over my knuckles.

"Thanks," I say, smiling to myself.

"Did you wiggle it?"

I swear I heard the fucker snort.

"Yes, Edward, I wiggled it!"

"Did you pull it out gentle and put it in slow?"

A louder snort... fucking pecker-head.

"Yes, Edward, I fucking pulled it out gently and put it in slow. God damn it, Edward, you're acting like I'm a chicken nugget short of a fucking happy meal right now. Can you give me some credit?" I bitch at him.

"How'd that work for ya, cowboy?" He tries his best to imitate my Texan drawl, but fucking fails... asshole.

"Like shit, Edward. Like fucking shit, it pissed me the fuck off."

"But you did it, and didn't kill anyone or thing in the process?"

"Yes. I did it, but it wasn't easy. Nearly wanted to kill the lady three doors down as she eyed me in her fucking pink robe, but I didn't."

"That's my big guy," he says, patting my thigh as he bends in half, laughing his ass off.

"Fucker."

Now we're both laughing so hard, people are starting to stare. Edward stands, wiping his laughter tears with the back of his hand. "Let's head back. I'm sure you're getting hungry again."

And I was. See, the boy's a genius, I tell ya. A fucking genius.

Entering the apartment, I headed for the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Jake and make sure his water bowl was full. I proceeded to start the dishwasher and straighten the living room. Believe me, if it wasn't as Rose left it, there would be hell to pay.

Edward was in the bedroom, changing the bedding and repacking our overnight bags, leaving them at the front door.

Once we were finished, we settled on the couch with a fresh cup of coffee, my arm around the back of the couch, his on my lap. He sighed deeply.

"What's up, sweetness. What's on that beautiful mind of yours?" I look over at him tenderly.

"Were you serious about what you said? You want this as much as I do, right?"

"Yes, darling, this is what I want with you. Was I shocked that the time had come? Fuck yes. But am I ready now? Hell yes, it's worth it. It's worth everything, having you in my life for always.

"You understand that things will change for us, right?"

"Yes, Edward, I do. But I also realize that they will change for the best; that once again this is a first for us both, and we will get through it together like we always do."

I lean to him, catching his lips, using my tongue, licking back and forth until I get what I want. Bingo! His mouth opens as his tongue comes out to play, and he moans. It's deep and passionate, but not hungry, we pull back and give each other a small smile.

"We're strong, Jasper. We always have been. This will only make us stronger as a couple." He looks up at me, willing me with his eyes to see in us what he sees.

"I know, Edward, I know. I was just scared that it was happening way too fast, but the more I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that it was time for us both."

"We have to go see Alice, and let her know." He looked over at me shyly.

"I know, sweetness. Is she ready for this?"

"Yes, we talked last week. She was the reason I came to you with the suggestion. Now that she and Riley are finished with their brood, she would like to try for us. Then she will be finished for good, so to speak."

Alice and Riley have been married for five years now, and have two kids of their own, a girl and a boy. She has always said she would have three, two for them and one for Edward and me, if needed and/or when we were ready, whichever came first; but with the stipulation that we approach her before her last child's second birthday. As Riley Jr will be two this coming Christmas, I guess she came to Edward to question if we'd thought about it, as we only had a few months to play with.

"Then you should give her a call, baby, and let her know we'll be coming to see her." He tightened his grip on my knee, and his forest greens were damp, but full of appreciation and love as I wrapped my arm around his back a little tighter, knowing his truths. I leaned in, capturing his soft lips with mine.

"And you're fine with this, love?" He looks up questioningly at me.

"Yes, baby, I'm fine. Point me in the direction of the plastic cup, and I'll give it my best shot, so to speak." A little chuckle leaves my throat; Edward joins in with a frown.

Our deal and the discussions that followed were that when we were ready, I would donate my boys and Alice her eggs, plus her well needed womb for nine months. This way, it would have both our families' genes me hoping for his forest greens and fuck red hair. Upon hearing this, Rose being Rose, and not wanting to be left out of fucking anything, tells Edward that our family could never be complete without her beautiful genes, and agreed to be our second carrier if all went well first time around and we wanted to expand our family.

Edward agreed excitedly, wanting nothing more than my blond curls and vibrant blues, and if all went as planned, it would be Edward's boys and her eggs. But as Emmett and Rose had never discussed getting married or their want for children, we never pushed the issue with them.

"Can you come with me?" I'm smirking at him.

"Where?" He says bewildered.

"Into the room, Edward. I need you to hold my... well, hand."

"Jasper, I don't think they'll let me hold your... well, hand." And now we both have shit eating grins on our faces." You're so bad, Jasper Hale-Cullen." He smirks, smacking my lap. "Only for you, sweetness, only for you."

And fuck am I not hard just thinking about Edward being able to come into the room with me? And what he could help me with - I twitch in my pants and try my best to move slightly to disguise my hardness rubbing against my jeans and trying its best to break free.

He notices my fidgeting and looks down at my lap with a raised eyebrow. "Jasper?" I look down at my lap, feeling the flush hit my cheeks. "Jasssssssssssssper?" We both burst out laughing; we are so fucked up its unbelievable.

Then he's on his feet and its my turn to frown. "Where the fuck you think your going, Doctor Hale-Cullen?" I reach for him, but he's way too fast, heading for the guestroom before I even get to blink. "I'll be right back, handsome. Hold that thought."

I feel my anticipation grow along with my cock. Leaning back I rest my head against the back of the couch, and wait, trying to control my breathing and anxiousness, wiping my palms on the thighs of my jeans.

I sense him in minutes, but it feels like he's been gone longer, opening my eyes slowly I glance over in his direction. And oh my fuck, there he is, all fucking buck naked and hard as a fucking rock, walking painfully slowly towards me. I start to feel faint and my throat contracts with need for him.

He's wearing nothing but a grin, and carrying what looks like a few towels, a small bottle of lube. Standing in front of me, he lays one of the towels on the couch, throwing the other to the floor with the lube. Then he kneels between my legs, placing his hands on my knees, creeping painfully up my thighs until he reaches my aching cock, palming it. "Oh fuck, Edward. That feels so good," I gasp, my head falling back with a thud, hitting the back of the couch. I can't fucking breathe.

My hands fall to his hair, intertwining my fingers through his soft tresses, pulling on his roots until I hear him fucking moan from the sensation. He falls a little closer between my legs, his hands tugging at the hem of my t-shirt, trying to get it over my head.

I raise my arms, eager for my boy to reach his goal, wanting to know what he has in store for me.

Throwing my shirt over the back of the couch, and after removing my boots and socks, he rolls back on his heels, commanding me to stand.

Excuse me, smirky little fucker, I think to myself, looking down at him, giving him my best fucker look.

He looks up through his lashes, biting his bottom lip, hissing a little.

'Fucker's lucky he's so damn cute. I should kick his ass right now, but I won't, cause I'm kinda in the middle of something.'

Now where were we?

Oh yeah!

I'm on my feet, Edward kneeling before me, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper. I hear his breath hitch as he registers the fact that his Jasssssssper has gone commando, and before I can even react, he sticks out his tongue, pressing it to my base and deliciously swiping it all the way up to the head, and delectably dipping into the slit for good measure. Little fucker. "Fuck me, Edward."

And with a mouth full off cock, I hear, "I'm trying to Jasper, now shusssh," with a chuckle.

He has me completely naked as he pushes my sorry ass to the couch, my bare butt cozy comfortable as it hits the nice warm towel, with my legs spread wide and my arms limp by my sides, he approaches; he picks up the lube from the floor and lays it next to me, his long elegant fingers stroke my outer thigh making my skin goose bump on his way back to the standing position.

My fingers reach out, gentle grazing the happy trail below his belly, leisurely stroking the fine hair leading to his promised land. I stroke tenderly, caressing his abs back down to the base of his cock. He sighs beautifully as his abs contract with his slow breaths. His body trembles as little gasps of air leave his parted lips.

I continue this motion, enjoying listening to his little noises while watching his eyes close. Slowly his lashes flutter slightly, his chest heaves under my manipulations. It doesn't take much for my boy to feel overwhelmed and give in to the sensations of our lust. I love and adore how earnestly he submits to my actions, trusting me with his body and soul. He knows I would never hurt him. He knows I would never do anything to compromise this. He trusts me with his everything, and that; I would never take for granted.

I wrap my hands around the back of his thighs and pull him towards me gently. He straddles me, lowering himself until we're face to face, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling at the hair at the nape of my neck, easing my face to his so our lips touch softly. It's not rough or lustful. It just is.

We moan in unison as are cocks come in contact with each other, the moisture between them helping them glide as one.

He whispers my name as his hand reaches between us, holding it over my heart. Pressing firmly, he leans back all glassy eyed. "This is mine, as mine is yours!" he says breathlessly.

I gasp, and my chest contracts. I feel my throat tighten as my eyes water. A tear releases itself from my lashes and rolls freely down my cheek.

Edward looks at me lovingly, lifting his thumb up to stroke my cheek tenderly. He's soft and tender. He wants me to feel; he wants me to learn. He wants me to believe again, letting me understand that we are still us, and always will be, no matter what.

He reaches for the lube and my hand simultaneously, caressing my fingers with the cool wet liquid, disposing of the bottle, he wraps both his arms around the back of my neck, lifting himself gradually to a kneeling position. I place my hands under him, waiting for him to release his hold. As he lowers himself gingerly to my lap, my slick finger enters him. With a growl, his eyes roll back in his head, and once again, my name falls from his lips in such a rush, I feel the spray spread across my now flushed face.

I'm taking my time, wanting this to be leisurely and compliant. Wanting us to take our time and appreciate this connection. I wrap my arm around his waist, tenderly pulling him to me, having our chests meet as we breathe in harmony. My lips are on his neck, sucking and licking, moving to his ear, taking his lobe between my lips, sucking gently. A tremble runs from his thighs to the top of his spine as his hold on my hair and neck tighten boisterously. I hear him giggle lightly into the side of my face. God damn it, he's so cute.

We're now sweaty, and a little weakened, but still taking our time, loving the fact that we can be just like this. We appreciate each other fully and exclusively. We have nothing but time and energy for one another.

I reach behind his head, roughly grabbing the back of his hair, pulling him to me. It's harsh, but passionate. His lips crash to mine as my tongue enters his, pushing dominantly into his mouth. He sucks on it, greedily sucking my saliva and breath into his own.

I take this opportunity to slip another finger into him, and he groans into my mouth, biting down on my tongue at the same time. Then he sucks gently to soothe his action.

And now I wait!

It doesn't take long for him to realize what he wants, what he needs. It comes to him within seconds. And then I hear him breathlessly whispering in my ear, "Jasper, please take me. Make me whole."

He lowers himself gently into my lap, spreading his thighs and pushing a little harder, forcing himself down on my shaft. My eyes close, my mind overwhelmed with sensation my brain just cant take it much longer.

No matter how many times I enter this man, each time is like the first - powerful and overwhelming. I taste the salt on my lips as another tear rolls from my eye, and over my cheekbone.

Edward's lips and tongue swipe across them, wanting to taste for himself, he sighs into the kiss, tenderly taking my bottom lip between his teeth sucking slightly.

And still I wait.

He begins to move, slightly pulling and pressing himself back and forth, tugging at my hair, tightly grabbing it by the roots, enabling himself to raise off me. With my hands on his hips, my blunt finger nails pressing into him, pulling him back down, our groans and moans are getting heavier and thicker, taking over the atmosphere that surrounds us.

He chants my name in whispers, as I do his. The feeling is intense. It's like drowning in molasses - your limbs are moving slowly, your voice is heavy and awkward, your heart feels like its going to explode if given the opportunity. Like watching something in slow motion, your brain not being able to catch up with the intensity of the situation, and all you can do and fathom is to try and hold on like your life depends on it.

Reaching between us, I surround his length with my long fingers, hearing him purr into my hair, giving me goose bumps and making me smile smugly to myself. He's slick and hard as I rub my thumb over the head, causing him to buck his hips, searching for the friction he so desperately needs. My other hand is in his hair, pulling him towards my face, licking his jaw and ear. I lean in, blowing hot breath over its shell, saying the words I know will send him over the edge, and what I know he longs to hear at this very moment, "Edward, if you come for me right now, I will fuck you so hard you'll think you've died and gone to heaven. Do you think you can handle that, sweetness?"

Then I feel it, my boy gets harder, if that's even fucking possible. I tighten around him, and he explodes, sending cum shooting between us, sticking to our now hot and sweaty bodies. Without giving him a second to recover, I take no mercy, steeling my hold on his hips. I start to buck upwards. He has nowhere to go. He can't move. All he has time for is to feel, and feel he does.

He's screaming my name, vowing to always love me and never live a day without me in it. I'm gone. I'm done. I cum so fucking hard, I feel it in my toes. They curl into the hardwood floors, causing a little pain to shoot up my leg. But right now, I don't give a fuck. I'm in heaven with my forever in my arms, and it will never get better than this.

We stay seated, holding each other while we calm, kissing softly while touching each other gently.

After a while, I reach over, taking the towel beside me. I'm able to wipe us down enough that we are able to stand and head for the shower.

Once cleaned and refreshed, we return to the living-room, cleaning and straightening as we go. Then we take Jake for a final walk, enjoying the afternoon stroll. We head back, expecting Rose and Emmett to return at any time, I retrieve two beers and join Edward on the couch as we wait.

Enjoying the ballgame and finishing up our beers with Jake at our feet, we hear the door. Jake's up like a bat out off hell, charging for the entrance as Emmett's booming voice fills the room, yelling for his baby to come see daddy. See, told ya the boy has a problem, big time!

Placing our bottles on the coffee table, paying mind to use the fucking coasters 'or Rose will have our balls' we stand.

Emmett's first to rush us, taking each of us in a bear hug. Fuck I swear the boy broke a rib. 'Note to self, have Edward check that out later.' Rose enters, eyeing us up like we're horny teenagers caught by our parents on a school night.

I raise my eyebrow at her, giving her my best what the fuck look!

She looks around, taking in her surroundings, expecting to find something out of place so she can whoop our asses, but thank fuck all is in order, I feel myself breathing rapidly, wracking my brain, mentally making sure that all rooms are in order, feeling like a scared kid that's about to be scolded.

And then she begins. Raising her hands, she starts her rant: "Please, Jasper, please Edward... Please tell me you didn't fuck in my bed. Please tell me you didn't fuck on my kitchen counters. Please, please tell me before I have to run get the fucking Clorox and bleach every fucking surface in my house down."

I'm stunned, and I think Edward just went into shock. What the hell? Where the hell did this all fucking come from? Looking at her with anger now, I'm saying, "Rosalie Hale, you kiss your boyfriend with that fucking mouth. And no, we did not fuck in your bed or your kitchen. What kind of deviants do you think we are? We would never disrespect your home like that. As I hear Edward choke beside me, I look at him with a raised eyebrow and wide eyes, hoping he'll get my silent message to shut the fuck up.

She's standing, staring at both of us, and I'm starting to get a little bit more than pissed off. Calmly I reach for my sister and pull her to me, giving her my usually brotherly hug, and she relaxes into my arms. I push her hair back from her ear and whisper, "Dearest sister, I love you to death. But if you ever speak to my husband or myself like we are children again, I will kick the living piss out of you while Emmett watches." Then leaning back, I smile, placing a soft, gentle kiss on her cheek, and she smiles in return.

"You know I love you, Jay. I just get excited, and you know how protective I can get over my apartment. I'm a princess and I love my castle."

After retrieving our overnight bags and saying our goodbyes with hugs, kisses and thank you's all round - Rose holding Edward a little longer, saying how sorry she was for her outburst, and telling him how much she loves him, but to remember that she is still a bitch and always will be - to which he agrees, laughing. We leave for home, each having to take our own car, but that's OK. We'll be in our own home soon, making dinner and watching a good movie.

We had contemplated telling Emmett and Rose about our plan for a baby, but had decided the best rule of play would be to inform our Mothers first, or we'll never hear the end of it.

Reaching our cars, I open Edward's door for him, throwing his bag in the back. Before he enters, I take this chance to once more take him in my arms, kissing him passionately.

Pulling away, he places his forehead to mine. "Love you, Jasper."

"Love you too, sweetness. Do me a favor: Remind me to call Emmett tomorrow."

Looking up, bewildered, he says, "Sure, baby, but can I ask why?"

I look at him, smirking. "Cause the man's a fucking genius, babe. A fucking genius."

Looking even more bewildered and confused now, he says, "Sure, babe. I'll take your word for it, and remind you, but you have to remind me to call Alice. We have to go talk to her and Riley, and get this show on the road."

I look at him, smiling. "Yes, honey. As soon as possible would be good."

Leaving the parking garage, we glance over at each other. He blows me a sweet kiss. Me, being the super dork that I am, pretend to catch it and place it on my lips. He smiles and drives off. I take a look in my rear view mirror, staring at the man looking back at me, and I frown, promising myself: Never again, Jasper Hale-Cullen. Never again will you be without this man in your life.

I drive off thinking of baby names.

I brake abruptly, staring once again in the rear view mirror... Fuck me. Jasper Hale-Cullen, you're going to be a father.' Who would have thought...?'

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