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 least. 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.

Emmett called me when not 10 minutes after Jasper's little message about something going on at work, and really it was something that I knew was gonna happen sooner or later. Hell, from what I've been told the guy seriously needed to have his head examined by a professional. Now normally I am against violence in any form, with my father the police chief of Forks and with Jasper being ex-army and all it gets a little complicated and that; but when I heard that he had wanted to come here to our home I honestly can say I was glad that he'd got his ass handed to him. Honestly, it was hot as hell that Jasper fought for my honor as if I was some sort of princess or something.

I settled Junior down after he fed and went to the bathroom to grab the ointment to help with cuts abrasions and bruising that we kept for my benefit. I knew from the details Emmett gave me that he'd be pretty banged up around the jaw, which to me meant that I can't release my sexual frustration with my mouth kissing him all over. I couldn't wait for all the post-baby functions to go back to normal. I could handle the soft tummy, I could handle the sore breasts, and I could definitely handle the whole motherhood thing in general. But I couldn't handle the whole no sex thing. I had to wait for the stitches to dissolve properly and that was going to take a while with how my body had reacted originally to the normal stitches. Apparently, I was allergic to the thread or whatever they call it; and well a frustrated Bella gets a little creative after a while.

But when he came home with his face all swollen if I had any inkling of being angry with him for fighting, it went straight out the window. His face looked like he'd been a plastic surgeon to have them put breast implants in his face. Not only was he swollen beyond anything I could imagine, but the bruising was crazy. While I love the colors black, purple, and blue, I didn't like them on my man's face. I wanted to cry out or something, but knowing Jasper, and well any of the Whitlock men it would have worried him more than the actual fight had. I quickly led him into the living room where I made him lie down so I could at least put the cream on his face to help with the swelling and any discomfort that he may be in.

I noticed that his hand was a little banged up so while the cloth was resting on his face to help relieve any pain that might be there I quickly put some of the creams on his hand too. I'd have to thank Emmett for the head's up on how bad he looked, I was sure that my emotions would have gone haywire if I wasn't given a warning. I barely held everything in place as it was. When I heard a soft sigh and the unmistakable sound of his stomach growl I got up to make him some dinner, preferably something that didn't have to be chewed. It wasn't much either noodle's where they'd have to be cut up; the baby food that Emmett had bought thinking that Junior would be on solids from birth; or some soup. Now, which one would you pick if you were in my predicament? Yep, he had chicken and sweet corn soup with bread if he wanted it for dipping. He only had to suck on the bread.

I let him eat in peace as I went to clean the kitchen, and get things ready for tonight if needed for Junior while he ate. He must think I'm crazy or insanely pissed at him as he's only said a few words and hissed when the pain had been pushed just that little bit too far. But I'd rather have a pain in the ass for a little while than have him come home banged up every other day. He's already thought about teaching boxing or something like that at the local YMCA, and yeah I understand that it would help out the kids in the area I'm pretty sure he'd come home after a while with bruising or some form of damage.

I'm sorta glad in a way that I didn't know him when he was in the army, there's no way I'd ever have been able to let him go back or fight where he could lose his life. I don't know how the army families do it; I'd go insane with worry.

"Jazz, go have a bath or shower. You need to relax and the heat will help with the pain." I called from the kitchen after retrieving the bowl and saucer that he used for his dinner.

I heard the lounge squeak from his weight being shifted as he headed for the bathroom, and the water turned on for the shower not a few minutes later. Gotta wonder what he thought about his face and the damage he'd gained from Alec. As I thought about all that I'd been told about the incident I'd already decided that I didn't want to know any of the specific details, there was too much to worry about, and while the idea of him defending me is hot as hell, I don't want him thinking that I need to be defended every time. Sometimes it's best to walk away.

After getting changed into my cotton shorts and top, I briefly checked on Junior in his own room and climbed into bed. It wasn't long after that Jasper had joined me, smelling of his body wash. We'd found it in one of those homeopathic shops when we were looking for natural remedies for things like nappy rash. It smelt of woods, and open fires. Mix that with the cinnamon that he naturally reminded me of and you would have found my weak spot concerning smells.

All-natural with a little spice summed up everything about me from what I like in men to how I was naturally. I couldn't help but start kissing the marks that he was now sporting after what had been said today, and even though I knew it had nothing to do with me I still felt a little bit responsible for his pain. At first, he started to hiss or back off when my lips fit the skin but soon became accustomed to the feeling. I saw more than felt the erection that had been growing slowly as my kisses started to linger on his skin, and a very cheeky thought came to my mind. It became more so after he asked if I was going to take advantage of him in his sorry state.

Slowly I made my way down his chest kissing places I knew were sensitive on his body before I made it to his hips. Now I distinctly remember thanking whoever it was upstairs for this divine creature just under a year ago, but I had to praise them once more. That "V" was beyond delicious, and now I got to see it every day. After placing a soft kiss on the tip of his very large and possibly painful erection, I took him in my mouth. I was never so glad that I'd learned to handle my gag reflex during the morning sickness stage of pregnancy. Now I can't tell you or myself for that matter how long I was savoring my man's taste but when he told me he was so close the thought of him releasing in my mouth was all it took for me to let loose a moan that went straight through him to bring a release.

After cleaning him up I kissed my way back towards his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. The satisfied hum that sounded so close to a purr was very gratifying to me; I had brought him pleasure that I couldn't help but be a little cocky. He pouted as I told him if he wasn't so sore that I'd have done so much more, well that plus if I had stopped bleeding I would have. I suppressed the giggle that was fighting to get out, and I'm not sure if it went unnoticed or not but hey I can hope right.

After a few more kisses and a declaration of our love for one another, I felt his breathing settle into a relaxed and stable pattern, telling me he'd fallen asleep. I was worried that he'd have trouble with sleeping with how ad he really was. I snuggled into his chest and caught a few hours' sleep before Junior woke for his next feed and change. We were really blessed when it came to Junior; he very rarely fussed or screamed; only when Emmett forgot to shave and tried to Eskimo kiss him, the stubble that was constantly on his face itched Junior's skin. Yes, it was a very unusual sight to see a man like Emmett be so damned cute. Out of all the girls, I would probably guess that Rose would be the first one to fall pregnant next. Though I can guarantee that Peter and Char were seriously thinking about it. I fell asleep thinking about how life was definitely throwing curve balls left right and center in my life. But I wouldn't change it for all the money in the world.

I woke up to Jasper groaning in his sleep, I guess the numbing effect of the cream had worn off during the night, even in his sleep he was fighting the pain that he felt, but at least he couldn't hide the pain on his expression. I quickly and quietly grabbed the ointment and recoated his jaw once more. His breathing and groans grew more stable and he fell back into a more peaceful sleep. I knew I had my hands full today as I was expecting Brea to come with me to the lawyer's offices so I could write up my will now that Junior was here. I wanted to make it clear that if something was to happen to me under no circumstances was Junior to go anywhere other than to his father. Well unless I outlived him or he didn't want him, but seeing how Jasper was with his son I knew that wasn't a worry at all.

I was hurrying around packing that bag I now carried with me everywhere that I didn't hear Jasper wake up or him coming down the hall towards the kitchen. With a quick kiss and a startled squeak where I was so close to knocking his face, I was brought back to the present time.

"What are you up to today?" Jasper's voice was thick with sleep; he really needed to go back to bed.

"Not much heading to Jenk's office with Brea then going shopping with her for last-minute supplies that she will undoubtedly need. While I would love to stay home with you, Brea's ready to pop in a couple of weeks, and that Riley is starting to harass her now." I watched as Jasper took this news in, he began to see Brea as the little sister that he never had and as Char is the same age as he, he became very protective of her when he found out the details.

After reassuring him that I would be fine and that he needed to sleep more than anything to help with the swelling I left to pick up Brea to start our day. She was all for pushing the pram while we walked around downtown. It was hilarious watching the old ladies give her disgusted looks, and we both laughed till it hurt when the pointing would start. With little shopping competed we headed towards the office of Mr. Jay Jenks, attorney for family matters. It was here that all of the Whitlock's had written their wills and have them kept. Jay was a balding man with a very stout frame, I doubt he could see his own feet when standing, but he was good at what he does. The paperwork was relatively easy, until it came to all the little bits and pieces, like funds, donations, and things like that. But after Jay's explanation of how things went, we got through it relatively quickly.

"Do you think I'm able to have one done?" Brea was a little intimidated when Jay started but she relaxed when he took her to the lounge in the office to rest. But with those little words, it seemed to bring a tear to his eye as he nodded and called for his assistant to bring in the papers and to lead Brea to the bathroom.

"I was sort of hoping she would do that being so young and pregnant. I lost my niece in a car accident a few years ago and we found out that she had been pregnant." He began before I could even start to ask why he was so observant and careful with Brea; I mean other than the pregnancy.

As Brea had less to worry about financially or with belongings it took far less time and far less paperwork to be completed. "You know it's a good thing you did that. Now you know that if something was to happen to you; your parents would get care of that little monkey in there. And Riley's family wouldn't have a say in the matter." It took me a while but I understood why Jenk's was so cautious towards Brea's condition. Give me a break Junior's only a few weeks old and it's gonna take a while to get my brain back from mush.

We left all the big issues alone after that as we made our way towards the baby stores searching for clothes and essentials that were still missing, like a baby bag. It was fun shopping for someone other than myself, now I understood why the girls went crazy about shopping when we did. I prefer to remember that day for a far more interesting reason. That was the day that I let everyone know about the true hold that my cowboy had on me, and the same day that he came back into my life.