First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however, I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any time soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different from how my last stories flow.

Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.

Thirdly, there are 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two outtakes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile I will try to upload as often as I can. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.

Last but not lease. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in a matter of days.

It's a lot quieter here now than when we were in the other room, but at the same time, I can hear a lot more noise outside in the halls than before. When I came too I first freaked the hell out, I saw my toes under my belly. Now I know what most people may be thinking, but when the last thing you remember is being told to push, and not hearing another sound you do wonder why there is no screaming around you. But that was only a few minutes ago.

After taking a few very deep breathes I came to the realization that I'd in fact passed out at the end of giving birth. Who'd a thought that you could actually pass out giving birth. It hurts like hell. I now understand why people say it's like passing a watermelon through a hole big enough to hold a pea. I'm as tender as a freshly beaten boxer who lost the championship fight, but while I'm sure that they feel it all over I'm feeling it in one particular place only; and I'm sure you know exactly where that would be. If not let me give you a little hint. It's below my navel.

Taking in my room I noticed I'm the only one on the actual bed or in a bed at all. I see the crib that's been set up near the top of my bed; I see that the bed I'm lying in is big enough to accommodate 2 people. But what I don't see is peanut or Jasper anywhere near me. Being a little sore I used the remote on the bed to help me sit up, hey that's what they're there, for now, isn't it. And if not that's what I'm using it for.

Well, now I can see the room properly.

The first thing I notice is that there is a very luxurious bathroom to my left surrounded by windows with sheer curtains; blocking the strength of the sunlight creeping into the room. Across the far wall, I see what I can only assume as a mini kitchenette with a sink, benches, and microwave. Yeah, it's a maternity ward, who in their right mind will be using a microwave in one of these rooms?

But still no peanut or Jasper in my sight; continuing my little roaming with my eyes I notice a wardrobe and another door on the right side of the room. I'm assuming again that this door leads out to the halls, well that and the fact that I can hear the noise coming from outside the door. I didn't even realize that the bed I'm currently lying in is in the middle of the wall. But that thought is quickly erased from my mind.

There on a lounge is Jasper asleep with a little bundle of blankets sitting on his chest. There are the two most precious people in my life. And one of them I'm not sure if it's a boy or girl. The sight is beyond breath-taking. It's perfect and I'm sort of wishing that I had a camera right now as the tears run down my face. But as that's not possible I etch this picture-perfect moment into my memory.

The soft cry of my baby was without a doubt the most amazing sound in the world. It wasn't one of these high pitched cries, more a soft lull. But no matter what it was music to my ears. I watched as Jasper started to stir with peanut still held tightly in place near his heart. It seems I may have to give up that particular position for a while. But for peanut it will be worth it, I'd gladly give up my favorite place to find myself in.

"Hey you, how long have you been awake and staring at the two of us?" His voice cracked with sleep, how long have I been out for?

And for that matter; why did I pass out in the first place. Shaking my head I pushed those thoughts to the side, knowing that I can find out the answers later if I really wanted them.

"Just a little while, the view was perfect. Now can you bring over Peanut, I want to see my..." I trailed off, what was Peanut?

"Our son…" Jasper's face lit up with those two words. The smile that was gracing his features grew when he looked down upon our child, our son.

Carefully I watched as Jasper stood, not jostling peanut while doing so. I was itching to see the beautiful child that I had carried for a little less than 9 months. With each step I wanted to get up from the bed and meet them halfway, I wanted to hold them both but at the same time hold them individually. But when Jasper laid our child in my arms the tears ran down my face.

He was beautiful.

With sandy blond curls, taking the color from both of us and mixing to gain another blond in the family. His tiny lips, red like he'd been drinking red cordial for months while comfortably situated in my womb. His little button nose, to me it was the most amazing little nose in the world not big not little but fitting him just right.

"What color are his eyes? Does he have your blue or my brown?" I asked turning to Jasper who was now situated right behind me, enveloping both of us in his arms.

"He has your beautiful doe eyes, brown of cause. He's the perfect blend of the two of us, in the most masculine way of course." His voice was in awe of our son, but I think that we both were. Gently I ran my fingers down the side of his face, needing that physical contact of skin to skin to reassure that yes he was here and safe in our arms.

"So now that you have seen him what do you think we should name him?" Jasper's voice was soft and gentle, I knew he had tears running down his face too, but I couldn't take my eyes off our son to marvel at the sight of his emotions getting the better of him.

"Well, as much as I love our family and friends I want to give him a name that none of them have. So I was tossing up so many names before I realized something. I want to know how you would feel if we used both our father's names as middle names. I didn't want to have either one as the given name so it was neutral." I was rambling and I would still be rambling now if he didn't stop me with a very soft searing kiss just then.

"I love that idea, but we still need to have a first name don't you think? I don't think he'd fair well with peanut during school do you?" he chuckled at the end, knowing full well where that was going.

"So do you have any name that's struck you right now? You were lying there holding him for god only knows how long I was out. What were you thinking in your head while you were looking at him?" I knew what I wanted to have for his first name but I wasn't going to voice it until he told me what his thoughts were. Not wanting to put it out there unless it was going to be accepted.

"Junior, I kept on calling him Junior because I didn't know what name you wanted to use, that plus I couldn't bring myself to call him peanut now he's not a peanut. But when you did, it sorta fit you know." He was watching our son so intently that if he could go without blinking I'm sure he would have.

"Good because I was thinking the same thing. I always said that I'd give our child your surname if I knew it. Before I knew you I mean. Well, now I want to give him both. How about Jasper Charlie Felix Whitlock? And we call him Junior?" wow that's a mouthful, but I like it, no I don't. I love it.

It has everything that I've ever wanted my son to have… a link with his father, and both his grandfathers. But when I didn't hear anything from Jasper I started to worry, maybe he thought that it was too long, or that he didn't want our son to have his name. With each worry that came to my head, my anxiety increased, to the point that the machine I was hooked up to started to beep. It was these beeps that brought Jasper back to me.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? Breath, you need to breathe." He cooed while holding my face in his hands, not breaking eye contact with me at all times.

After a few deep breaths, and assuring the nurse that I was indeed fine I was able to calm down.

"Now Bella, what got you so worked up? You might cause those doctors out there to rush in on us and I'm enjoying spending this quiet time with just you me and Junior right now. God only knows when the families are going to be barging in here." He asked, softly but firmly.

I was too taken back by the casual use of Junior from his lips to understand properly let alone speak.

"Do you like the name?" my voice squeaked with the embarrassment of my need to know he was okay with passing his name down to our son.

He chuckled again, and while I do love that sound the second-best I still didn't know what was funny.

"Of course I don't mind. He's our son. I was shocked that you would want to give him my name. In fact, I wasn't expecting you wanting to use both our father's names for middle names." He mumbled into my hair and gently laying a kiss on top of my unruly mess.

If it wasn't for the fact that I'd just given birth I'd probably be mortified with the state it's in. With the brown waves, sweat, and the knots that I'm sure to have worked themselves in I probably looked like a mess. But right now I just couldn't bring myself to care.

"Do you think we should let everyone know you're awake now? I'm sure that Charlie is out there wearing a rut in the hall, and the poor nurses are being hounded by Char, Rose and Alice if not the whole group." He asked I groaned. I was enjoying the serenity of our little bubble that had grown around us. Thankfully Junior made his needs known with a slightly louder cry in my arms.

"I'll step out, for now, get the nurse so they can help you with feeding Junior, and then I'll wait with the rest of them to come back in. Mind you this will be the only time I'm going to be leaving the room while you feed our son. So don't get used to it." With that, he kissed both Junior and me before leaving the room.

Only to be replaced by a nurse that seemed to be in her late 40's. Kind and caring were beyond helpful, and I was almost ready to offer Sharron a place back home as a temporary nanny while everything got sorted. But somehow I was sure that any female in the whole state of Texas would have known what I was asking to be glad that they had someone like Sharron to help during this time. I know that I was beyond nervous with feeding and all that came with it, but she helped with showing me some techniques and answering my questions. I was sure that I would be a pro before I left the hospital.

20 minutes later I heard a soft knock on the door and a few choice words about interrupting while I'm feeding my son from Jasper. I couldn't help but laugh; more specifically I couldn't tell who he was going off at. Peter or Charlotte was my guess. As Junior finished his fill of milk I quickly put myself back in my clothing, realizing that I wanted a shower desperately but Sharon already told me that I was not allowed to shower on my own until Tanya gave the all-clear tomorrow. Cringing at the idea of laying in bed with the clothes I gave birth instill on, and knowing that I was all sweaty and smelled a little, I couldn't help but wonder if I would be able to con Jasper into joining me in the shower a little later.

"Do you want to send them in on your way out; I think that it might be best for everyone. That plus you and the other nurses will get a break from the harassment that I know they would be hurling at you all." And while I was serious she softly laughed.

"You don't know how true that is. Edward and Alice were tempted to sign in just so they could enter the room under the guise of medical care." It was my turn to laugh then, knowing those two they probably would do something like that.

As she opened the door I saw three people standing there, not realizing that unless they moved the nurse couldn't leave and they couldn't enter. Jasper, mother, and father were staring over towards the bed. I could see everyone else standing behind them, with Felix and Jane standing close by.

"You know you would be able to come in if you move and let the Sharron out of the room." Guessing from their reactions they didn't even think of it.

Quickly they parted to allow a laughing Sharron out of the room before entering, Jasper climbing up behind me on the bed once more wrapping his arms around the two of us.

"Hey baby, how are you?" mother's concern laced with so much tender care it was beautiful and I felt a slight pang of guilt that I had scared everyone.

"I think I'm good. I can hold my son in my arms, and I have everyone I love with me"- I stared directly at Jasper for a little longer than the rest- "so I think I'm one very lucky woman don't you think?" I smiled as the words fell off my lips so easily and how true they really were.