We spent another day with the Denali's before we headed back towards Calgary again, picking up Rosalie and Emmett on the way. By the time we left Denali, the second floor and attic were painted, and Esme, Alice, Kate and Carmen had already picked out fabric for the curtains. I had helped when my angel asked but preferred to spend most of my time talking to either Carmen and Eleazar or Tanya and Carlisle. At some point, the blonde vampire had revealed that she and her sisters were over a millennium old – a hard pill to swallow for someone like me who was used to count our second lives in weeks rather than months or years. Tanya had also confirmed Eleazar's earlier estimate: She and her sisters had taken about 35 years give or take to comfortably converse with humans without constantly thinking about their blood. I had sighed at that point; I was in for a few very unpleasant decades.
We returned to Calgary the Saturday before the new school year started. Amusingly, out of all the vampires in the family, Alice was the most excited for college to start – and she wasn't even going. The days where peaceful and I found myself getting more comfortable with the new situation by the day, reading through Carlisle's library while Alice and Esme took to redecorating the guestroom that had now permanently became ours. But, every day as soon as the others returned from their courses, the peace was over. Alice danced around her 'siblings' – she started to refer to them as 'brothers' and 'sister' immediately after we returned from Denali – and pestered them with questions about what they had learned. To her frustration however, none of them was eager to talk about their lectures, especially after spending hours on campus.
The first time Alice got on Emmett's nerves with questions regarding his Latin course ended in him chasing her through the house and me immediately separating them, snarling ferociously at the huge vampire that was after my mate. However, as a similar scenario repeated itself almost every night and I realized that none of them were ever going to hurt her, I didn't bother to interfere in their little squabbles every time anymore. Thus, I only raised an eyebrow when my angel passed the couch one night, Emmett's physics book in her hands. "Dammit, Alice you annoying little pixie. Give that back!", Emmett following her through the door to the garden. I lowered my book, following them with my eyes and a slight smile on my lips. Alice was dancing around the porch, holding the book over her head – as if Emmett couldn't reach it there. "You'll get it back as soon as you tell me about elevation energy", she demanded and slipped away from his grasp again and again. "Emmett, get back in here! This is supposed to be done in pairs", Rosalie complained from the dinner table behind me and I sighed. As usual, her emotions where more intense than everyone else's and it was hard to keep her annoyance from rubbing off on me. Thus, most of the time I resorted to dulling her feelings – more for my sake than hers - but I had to careful. Getting caught was not a pleasure with her.
The entrance door opened and closed as Alice was still evading Emmett's fruitless attempts at recovering his book. "What is going on here?", Carlisle asked, placing his briefcase on the dinner table and greeting his wife with a gentle kiss. "Alice has taken Emmett's physics book hostage and Rosalie is losing her patience waiting for him to finish their English project", Edward summed the situation for him. Carlisle and Esme both chuckled and she was just asking him about his day when a scream disrupted the evening air. I would recognize that voice anywhere. In an instant I was on my feet and out of the door, the book I had just read landing on the couch behind me. My hands were clenched into tight fists and my whole body was trembling from anger when I reached the two quarrelling vampires. Emmett had thrown Alice over his shoulder and apparently retrieved his physics book and she was not pleased by this at all. "Let me down you brute", she demanded, beating her tiny fists against his back. It was a more or less harmless situation, but her scream had all my instincts on high alert. Thankfully, I could keep myself from attacking Emmett, but I wasn't able to back down completely. "Let her go, Emmett", I ordered, my voice immediately taking a tone that I had frequently used with my soldiers – both mortal and immortal. Emmett looked at me and I could tell that he was weighing his options. However, eventually he decided it was wiser to follow my request and put my mate down on her feet.
"She deserved it", he mumbled before going back inside. Alice approached me, gently taking my hand into hers and exuding lots of love and tranquillity to calm me down. "That wasn't necessary Jazz, he wouldn't hurt me. But thank you anyway, my hero." I smiled and pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist. "I know. But it's my job to protect you, and I take that one very seriously." Alice returned my smile and quickly placed a peck on my neck, something she did frequently as she couldn't reach my lips without my assistance, before heading back inside as well. I followed her and retook my seat on the couch. This time, my angel chose to stay at my side, leaning against my shoulder as she observed the others getting back to their homework at the dinner table. The room turned quiet for a moment and I had returned to my book when Alice suddenly let out a deep sigh. I looked up and gently brushed her shoulder with my hand just as Edward asked: "Then why don't you?"
"Why doesn't who do what?", Emmett immediately wanted to know and looked up from the paper in front of him. Rosalie punished his distraction by throwing a pen towards his forehead. It hit with a dull sound, but nobody really seemed to care, as our eyes were on Edward, waiting for an explanation. "Alice was thinking that she would like to go to school as well", the mind-reader finally clarified, and I looked down at my angel. Alice shifted in her place nervously and took my hand. "I don't know... Jasper would be here all alone and that ...", she started but I interrupted her: "Alice, please. I am perfectly content in being alone. And besides, Esme is home most of the time anyway. If you want this, I think you should do it." Her face lit up as she eagerly turned towards Carlisle: "Is this even possible? Could I really join them?" The patriarch was looking at her as well, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We would have to consider it carefully... The semester has already started weeks ago. And it's not common for young women to attend College around here. And another Cullen appearing out of thin air could raise suspicions", he noted, more to himself than to the group.
"But Rosalie has been doing this for years! And I am sure we could find a great cover story. Alice could be my sister", Emmett suggested, and I could tell that he was already set on the idea of Alice joining them on campus. "I don't think anyone would buy that Em", Rosalie noted without looking up from her paper, still rather annoyed at the fact that her husband wasn't contributing to their project. "What if instead of another Cullen, we would have another Platt? Alice could pose as Esme's younger sister and we could say that she and Jasper lived in the South for a while but want to get settled up here. Since we already have a big house, it's only be polite for you to offer them to stay here until they find a place of their own", Edward suggested. Esme nodded, adding: "College or not, we would have to settle on a cover for them sooner or later anyway." All eyes were now set on Carlisle again, as he considered the option. "They would have the accents to match the story... However, the whole story would hinge on the fact that...", he stopped in his sentence and his gaze shifted back to Alice and me, "Have you two ever been married?"
Married. The word resonated in my ears. Marriage had always been a human and religious concept to me, based on the whole 'until death do us part' idea, which certainly did not apply to us immortals anymore. This, combined with the savage lifestyle and harsh environment of my first years as a vampire, had had led me to believe that marriage was something that would never be possible for Alice and me. Just like we would never be able to have children, raise a family or grow old together. Alice had never brought it up either. I looked down at my angel, who met my gaze with her golden eyes. "No, we haven't", she finally responded without taking her eyes of me and I could feel, that she was hurt by my puzzled reaction. I gently squeezed her hand and looked back up at the others, who were now all looking at me.
"To be honest, I never considered it to be a possibility", I explained myself and quickly shifted to look at Alice again, as her hand went limp in mine. Her expression was plain as a vision washed over her. Unlike Edward, I could not be sure what she was seeing at the moment, but from what I felt it could only be something positive. There was enormous joy and excitement radiating from her. And Edward mirrored these emotions as he observed her vision. "It is for us. Esme and I got married in 1922 and Rosalie and Emmett have celebrated their second wedding three years ago", Carlisle continued. They had gotten used to Alice's visions by now and hardly reacted to her lapses anymore. I reluctantly shifted my eyes from Alice back to him. "This is not something you two should have to decide right now, but it would certainly help the story if you were married. At least on paper. Alice would also attract less attention on campus if she was at least affianced."
Whether I wanted to marry Alice or not was nothing I had to consider. Since the moment we first started travelling together, it was clear to me that I would never again be able to exist without her. I would stay with her for as long as she wanted me to. However, the idea still left me thinking. How would this even work? The idea that vampires could not enter a church was nothing more than a myth, but I had no desire to do so. I had been raised in a strict catholic home and the idea, that our souls were dammed from the moment of our rebirth, helped me in coming to terms with the unspeakable things I had done. But with his background and from what he had told me, I suspected that Carlisle felt the same way. And he had still married Esme decades ago…
A sudden pull on my hand immediately discarded the thoughts and my focus returned to my mate. "I am getting married", she mumbled, only now realising what her vision meant. "We are getting MARRIED!", she finally exclaimed as it dawned on her. Not a second later her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and she was giving me the most radiating smile. I returned her smile and dwelled in the thought of her as my wife for a moment, before loosening her grip and returning her hands into mine. "Alice, is this what you saw? Are we planning a wedding?", Esme asked, putting her hands together in excitement. I could feel six pairs of eyes on myself and nodded slightly. "Well, you heard the lady", I confirmed without taking my eyes of Alice, "We are planning a wedding. Of course, only if you'll have me?"
"Yes, always Jazz!", she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my neck once more. This time she crawled onto my lap and pushed her lips against mine. I kissed her back, entertaining her overwhelming excitement for a moment, before pulling away and gently removing her from my lap. The large amount of physical contact made her emotions even more powerful to me and I couldn't think clearly with all that excitement and joy running through my head. "So, how exactly is this going to work?", I asked and looked at Carlisle for guidance. "Well, that depends on what you two want", he explained and took a seat on the table. Alice rose and followed his example, pulling me with her. Esme sat down next to her husband and I took a place next to my mate as well. The word "wedding" seemed to finally have sparked Rosalie's interest in the discussion, as she removed her textbooks. Emmett and Edward on the other hand, fled, their interest in the conversation only limited.
"Esme and I went to the town hall to get legally married. Emmett and Rosalie did the same thing the second time around since he was still rather new to our life when they got married the first time. This is however not necessary, if you do not feel comfortable about it", Carlisle explained and looked directly at me with his last sentence. I understood. The officiant would be human and considering my bad self-control, this was a risk. "We could just get the certificate forged like we do with our all our papers, no one would notice", Esme added but I stopped her with a wave of my hand. "No, if we are really doing this, I want it to be by the books. I'll manage", I looked at Alice, who had taken my hand again, beaming with positive energy. "Good, in this case we will have to get identification and birth documents for both of you. I'll need to check but I think we will be able to get them within a few weeks. Then you would be able to get married before the next semester starts – of course only if this is what you want." We nodded synchronously and Carlisle started to write something onto a sheet of paper Esme handed him.
"Do you think I could take Jasper's name?", Alice suddenly asked, and I couldn't help but smile at the request. I hadn't expected this at all but the idea of Alice taking my last name made me a very happy man. "Jasper has been dead for long enough, I do not see why this would be a problem. And it doesn't interfere with you being Esme's sister, as long as your maiden name on the certificate is Platt", Carlisle remarked, and turned towards me: "It just occurred to me: Jasper, you never mentioned your last name. I will need that for the documents." I nodded, gently running a hand along Alice's back. "Of course. It's Whitlock – W-I-T-H-L-O-C-K", I spelled it out for him and watched as he wrote it down.
"And where is this whole wedding going to take place?", Rosalie now inquired, changing the subject once more, and I looked at my angel. Frankly, I didn't really care as long as she was there and I somehow had a feeling, that she already had a pretty clear vision of the day. "I couldn't tell from the vision…", my angel admitted, and I gently squeezed her hand. "Texas and Mississippi are no options", I quickly eliminated both of our home states. They were too far South. I had no idea how far north the fights were reaching these days and I wouldn't risk a run in with my past. "What about Philadelphia?", Esme suggested, "From what Alice told me it is a very special place for both of you? We can get an adjusted licence that fits with the cover story later". Rosalie immediately was on board with this idea and pitched in: "We could throw the reception in our house near Harrisburg." Alice beamed: "What a wonderful idea! It would be so nice to see Philly again!" I had no reason to object as well. Esme was right, Philadelphia would always hold a dear place in my dead heart since it was where I found my salvation.
"Wonderful idea Rosalie, oh Alice you'll love the house there! We have a beautiful backyard. Although, I would want to go down there a few weeks prior to freshen everything up. We haven't been on the east coast in a long time", Esme explained, and Carlisle took further notes on the paper in front of him. "What about the guest list? If this is going to happen in a few weeks, we should send out the invitations as soon as we can", Esme immediately skipped to the next point and I was glad that she, Carlisle and Rosalie seemed to be such an experienced team in planning these affairs. Alice and I just had to sit, listen and answer their questions. "You'll need witnesses for the official ceremony, as well. Do you have anyone in mind?", Carlisle added since both of the parts were connected.
I immediately saw a familiar face in my mind, but I didn't voice my thought. Alice still noticed my hand that instinctively touched the scars on my neck. "You're thinking about Peter, aren't you?", she asked gently and ran her fingers over the back of my other hand, which she had been holding the whole time. "Yes, but that's impossible. He's even more unpredictable than me when it comes to humans", I explained, and Alice didn't object. She knew I was just stating a fact. "I think they should still be there. Could we invite them to the reception?", she proposed and turned to Carlisle. I shifted my gaze over to the older vampire as well. "As long as they agree not to hunt nearby, I don't see why you couldn't", he concluded, and I smiled in relief. Peter was the closest thing I had to a brother in this new life and it would feel wrong not having him there that day. "Great!", Alice exclaimed and let go of my hand to gently touch Rosalie's. "Would you be my maid of honour?", she then asked the blonde, which immediately accepted.
I looked at them and from there it was not hard to decide who I would ask to witness for me, if it could not be Peter. "Hey Emmett", I called out, knowing that he could hear me from wherever he was in the house, "Want to be my best man?" It only took a few seconds before a loud "Sure, as long as I get to throw the bachelor party" could be heard from upstairs and I raised an eyebrow. "Maybe that was not the best idea…", I mumbled, but Alice smiled: "No Jazz, it's perfect. And I think we should also invite the Denalis." I had no objections to this and Esme, who had taken pen and paper from her husband, wrote their names down as well. Now that the most important points were discussed, the conversation turned towards topics that weren't my thing at all: colour-schemes, flowers, attire… I zoned out as soon as Esme, Rosalie and Alice started to talk about possible visions for her dress. Gently placing a kiss on her head, I finally stood up and returned to my book. However, I couldn't really concentrate since my mind couldn't move on from the fact, that I really get to marry my Alice. How did I deserve to become this lucky?
The next few days were at the same time strange and exciting. Alice, Rosalie and Esme dove headfirst into wedding planning and I helped where I could. However, I didn't interfere too much with most decisions. Anything that made Alice happy was fine with me. Carlisle sorted out all the documents and legal stuff, ordering birth certificates and identification for both Alice Platt and I, as well as the identification and documents Alice Whitlock would need to enrol into college at the start of the next semester. Everything was moving forward pretty fast and only two weeks after we had decided on getting married, the date was set. Alice and I would get married on Saturday, 30th August 1950.
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We only had about one month left until the big day and I knew that I had to leave as soon as possible to find Peter and Charlotte - a fact that Alice apparently hadn't been aware of, since she stormed into our room one week after we set the date, putting her finger on my chest. "You cannot leave tomorrow! We don't have your suit yet!", she exclaimed and crossed her small arms in front of her chest. "What's wrong with the suits I already own?", I replied, taking a seat on our bed. "You are not going to wear something you have worn before to our wedding Jasper", she scolded and placed herself in front of me. "I could go with him tomorrow morning, I need to pick up your rings anyway", Rosalie suggested, appearing in the doorway. "You would be done before noon and could leave after that", she assured, and I nodded. Her proposal came as a surprise. I had not spent too much time with her since we arrived in Calgary, but I didn't have to. Rosalie's emotions were very intense and spoke for themselves - at least most of the time. "Fine, but I'll give you some pointers on my vision for him", Alice agreed just as Emmett appeared behind his wife: "Wait, who is leaving?"
"I am. I have to find Peter and Charlotte", I replied watching Alice take Rosalie by the hand and pulling her into our closet, where she pulled out one of my suits and started to give the blonde an idea of her vision for my wedding suit. "Great, I'll come with!", Emmett decided and commandeered my attention again. "I don't think that's a good idea." I returned to my book, not intending to discuss this any further. "Why not? Travelling alone is boring and I can't stand to be around these wedding-crazy girl's another day", he returned, and I sighed. His determination was unyielding. "You are not going to give up, are you?", it was more an observation than a question. His face, painted with a big grin appeared in the corner of my eyes: "Nope." – "Fine", I finally yielded, but couldn't contain a snarl that escaped my throat as Emmett's big hand landed on my shoulder. "This is going to be great!", he exclaimed, ignoring my reaction. Turning and exiting the room again, his voice echoed through the whole house: "Eddie, road trip!" My eyes widened. "Emmett, I never agreed to…", I started but it only took my one look at Alice to understand, that I wouldn't be able to get these two off my back.
Looking at my angel, I suddenly got an unwary feeling. If Emmett and Edward came with me, that would leave only Rosalie, Esme, and Carlisle to keep her company. To protect her if something were to happen. And from how easily Carlisle invited us, especially me, into his home, and my experience with Esme's gentle nature that just wasn't enough. Turning on the spot, I followed Emmett downstairs, where Edward was sitting at the grand piano. The bronze-haired vampire stopped his playing and turned to look at me. I wasn't completely sure yet how far his gift reached, but I knew enough to be sure he heard my thoughts from upstairs – if he was listening. "You know this is completely unnecessary. We never had any problems with others", Edward finally said, confirming my suspicion that he already knew. You haven't seen what I have. Not all of our kind are as civilized as this family, I reminded him and dwelled in some old memories for a moment, to make a point. Edwards expression changed and I could feel his anger, disgust, and torment as he once more saw some glimpses of my tortured past. "Stop it Jasper", he finally growled, and I complied. My point was made. Edward eventually agreed to stay, although he still insisted on the fact that this was Canada and it was about as far as you could go from the wars while still staying in the inhabited parts of this continent.
Thus, I left early the next morning with Rosalie and Emmett. After having a pretty disturbing vision of myself ripping the tailor's throat out because he pricked himself while fitting another costumer, Alice had called ahead and convinced the owner to close the shop for us. He was happy to comply – of course against adequate compensation. Emmett went to pick up the rings and run some errands for Esme while Rosalie escorted me to the store. They were already expecting us. "Mister and Miss Cullen?", the owner greeted us and Rosalie discretely handed him an envelope, undoubtedly filled with cash. "Misses Cullen, and this is my future brother-in-law, Mister Whitlock", she explained as she let him take his coat and I quickly remembered to take mine off as well. Handing it to the young woman assisting him, I braced myself for what was coming. I had stopped breathing once we exited the car but hearing their little hearts beat quickly - nervous to be in our presence - was enough to make me want to sink my teeth into their flesh. Luckily, against all expectations, Rosalie was very considerate about my situation. She quickly took the lead, making the two humans follow her. I relaxed a bit, as she led them away from me and followed at a distance.
"So, we are looking for something appropriate for the groom?", the tailor asked Rosalie as they approached the clothing racks and she nodded. "Yes, actually my sister already has a very clear vision for her future husband's suit." The blonde opened her bag and pulled out a sheet of paper, which she unfolded and then handed to the tailor. I caught a glimpse of it in the process and realised that Alice had designed a suit for me. Of course, she had. This was so like her. A small smile appeared on my face as the tailor confusedly took the paper and studied it. "You sister is very talented, does she work in the industry?", he asked, his eyes still fixed on the drawing. I would have loved to get a closer look at it as well, but I didn't dare to approach the human. "She dabbles. Now, we need a suit just like this in 3 weeks. Can you do that?", Rosalie explained Alice's demands and the man started to sweat. "Three weeks! That is very short notice…", he stuttered but quickly grew silent as Rosalie handed him another bundle of money. "We will of course pay you adequately. Money is not an issue."
From this point on, there seemed to be no further complications and the tailor quickly got to work. Unfortunately, he handed the design to his assistant, so I couldn't get a better look at it. But I trusted Alice, and I didn't care what I was wearing most of the time anyway. As long as it was functional and appropriate, it was fine for me. The only set of clothing I was ever attached to, was my confederate uniform. And that one was unfortunately shredded beyond recognition during my first years with Maria. I didn't have time to think about this anymore, as Rosalie directed me towards the changing rooms. Even though he now had a design to work with, the owner insisted that I try on a few suits to look at different fits. I complied without objection, hoping to get all of this over with as soon as possible and get out of this store that was reeking of humans. It took three suits until the owner was satisfied and ordered his assistant to get the measuring tape. "Have you already considered fabrics?", he asked Rosalie and gestured towards a table where the assistant had previously laid out some fabric samples.
I kept my distance as they discussed different possibilities when the assistant returned and handed her boss the measuring tape. He thanked her and turned around, gesturing towards the small pedestal. "If you would please, Sir. I need to take your measurements", he explained, and my eyes grew wide. This human close enough to me to take measurements? That wouldn't go well. I froze up and immediately backed away as the man approached me. "If you don't mind, I'll be doing this", Rosalie stepped forward and took the tape from him. The tailor raised an eyebrow and objected: "With all due respect miss, I am a trained professional and these measurements need to be exact." Rosalie put on a charismatic smile and I nudged his emotions into compliance, as the blonde explained the situation: "My future brother-in-law here doesn't feel comfortable around strangers." Leaning closer, she whispered: "He just returned from Korea, if you know what I mean." I smiled slightly. Rosalie was really good at this. It wasn't too far from the truth since my problems with humans, at least to some extent, came from the war, but fit was perfectly adjusted to the current situation.
The tailor backed off and I stepped onto the pedestal as Rosalie started to take the measurements as he instructed. I didn't really feel comfortable with her being so close to me either, but it was a hundred times better than having the human. Once they collected all the necessary measurements for the trousers, Rosalie moved on to measure the width of my shoulders. "We cannot measure precisely like this. If you wouldn't mind Mr. Whitlock, could you please take off the shirt?", the tailor explained as Rosalie tried to manoeuvre the tape around the collar. She agreed: "It would really be easier." I swallowed dryly. The human would never notice, his eyes were to weak. But Rosalie would. She would see them, and I wasn't comfortable with this at all. However, I didn't really have a choice. The tailor already was suspicious and Rosalie, perfect Rosalie who didn't have one flaw, would never understand. Clenching my jaw, I finally started to unbutton the shirt. At least I was wearing an undershirt that would cover some of them. But the worst ones were along the side of my neck, my shoulders and my arms. And these couldn't be hidden by the sleeveless top.
Rosalie gasped when the shirt slid off my shoulders and I did my best to calm the fear she exuded despite struggling with my own demons as well. She stood still as a statue and didn't even breathe until the tailor reminded her that he needed the circumference of my neck. This shook her out of the rigidity, and she placed the tape around my neckline once more. I kept my eyes focused on the opposite wall, hoping that this would be over quickly, while she placed the tape around my neck once more. Rosalie had moved on to my arms when she finally broke her silence. Quietly, too quiet for the humans to hear, she finally said: "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Her sympathy was true, I could feel it. But I never liked being pitied and I certainly didn't want it from her. Thus, I slightly shook my head: "It's okay, don't worry about it." She named the length and then continued to my other arm. After this was measured as well, she placed the band around my waist. "I don't get it… why would someone bite another vampire?", she continued, and I shrugged my shoulders. "Newborns act instinctively… And it's fairly effective. Our teeth can easily penetrate skin and the venom still stings. Not as bad as during transformation but enough to affect an opponent's focus", I explained in a low voice and the blonde nodded, taking the last measurement with any further comments.
As soon as she was finished, I retreated into the changing room and put my own clothes back on. The doorbell rung and I heard the tailor explain that the shop was closed for the public. However, from the kissing noise that ensued, I was sure that it was not the 'public' but rather a huge vampire that entered the shop. I hurriedly finished dressing and exited the cubicle. Rosalie was talking with the tailor again and thus I headed towards Emmett, holding out my hand. He handed me a small black box and I quickly opened it to check whether everything was fine with the rings. Alice and I picked them out a few days earlier and since this whole affair was on a short notice, the jeweller agreed to let us have the showroom pieces. They just had to refit them and engrave our names and the wedding date on the inside. We had chosen to omit the year, such that we could keep them forever. I turned the box in the light to get a good look at the two simple golden bands. The inscription looked fine and since I couldn't find anything out of order, I handed the box back to Emmett. However, Rosalie snatched it out of my hand before it reached his palm. "I'll be taking these for safe keeping", she explained and stored the black box in her purse. "We are all done here. Let's go."
Emmett and I didn't need to hear that twice. We followed her outside and to the car. She had agreed to drop us off outside the city. From there we would head south towards Portland, where we hopefully could find more information on Peter and Charlotte's current whereabouts.
A/N: Lots of exciting stuff is coming in the next chapters: the wedding, Peter and Charlotte meeting the Cullens and Denalis for the first time, the honey moon... But first I hope you enjoyed this chapter :-)
How do you imagine Alice and Jasper's wedding? Leave me a review with your thoughts, I would love to read them!
Sanna Hale: Thank you so much for your review! I am glad you liked the last chapter and I completely agree with you regarding Jasper's behavior in Midnight Sun. The part you mention is exactly the one I was refering to when writing the A/N, I liked that one a lot! It shows how Alice and her security are his first and foremost concern. Hope you like this chapter as well :)