Me: Yeah…

Jasper: What?

Me: Nothing.

Jasper: Are you su-

Me: YES! Onward with my story fo sho. Bella's POV once again!

Disclaimer by E-Dizzle: What the…? E-Dizzle? Don't you mean dazzle? Am I supposed to be…gangster? Absurd!--DO IT!--FINE! It's tight, yo! But she don't own it fo sho!--I LOVED IT! IT RHYMED!--*rolls his eyes*

Bella's POV

I remembered Jasper courting me after that.

Mother never approved. She looked at him with scorn; said he wasn't a proper man.

"Isabella, you are so beautiful! And you deserve so much better!" My mother exclaimed, glancing at me in the mirror while brushing my hair.

"You seemed to have no remorse to me dancing with him that first night," I answered calmly, sitting there as still as I could.

"I thought it was just a dance with a random boy. He's not a man at all." She explained, pulling at my hair harder than necessary.

I winced and sat perfectly straight again.

"You really don't have much of a say in it, Mother. I do like him. He wishes to show me to his parents today, and I will go."

She sighed at me and dropped the brush on my white vanity, letting my hair flow down as she ran her fingers through it.

"You always had such beautiful hair…," she sighed.

I smiled and stood up, kissing my mother on her cheek.

"I won't be out too late."

With that word, I rushed out of my room and out the door, eager to see Jasper again.

My mom considered me the cream of the crop and told me to broaden my horizons, but I had already found the one who lit up the darkness of my life. I had proven it to him when I gave him what I had cherish most in the world; my virtue.

He left to the war and I watched him leave, smiling boldly. He was tall enough to get by the twenty year age mark, and it was only after then that I realized that I was pregnant.

My sisters, Courtney, whom had one child of her own at the age of twenty-one, and Elizabeth, whom was pregnant at the age of nineteen, took pity on me. They helped me through all the bumps in the road.

My mother wouldn't do anything. She considered it unholy to get pregnant or even have sex out of wedlock, and she made it a point of disowning me. She threatened my sisters with disownment as well, but they stuck by my side, and for that, I am ever grateful.

No one, but my mother, my sister's, and my sister's husbands knew that I was pregnant. There were others who came 'round to call. Men much older then my seventeen. Men who were not my Jasper.

I remember such a pushy one. He was going to turn twenty soon, so he was nineteen to my seventeen. He told me that I had a certain glow.

"Your beauty surpasses all whom I have seen, fair Isabella. I would be greatly honored if you would accept my invitation to court you. You glow with a beauty I have never seen before." Lord Renaldo DeBacher said to me one day.

That's because I'm pregnant you royal oaf. The glow of a pregnant woman. I thought, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Instead, I smiled kindly at him.

"I am sorry, Lord Renaldo, but I am not accepting invitations at the moment. You are a kind and fair gentleman, but there are other ladies waiting to be courted by someone as just as you." I answered, being as flattering and as nice as I could be at the moment.

"Fair Isabella, how long will you wait? He has gone off to war, and I am here. Allow me to take his place. He is most likely dead anyway." He sniffed.

"No one will ever take Jasper's place. Please, I will escort you out the door, Lord Renaldo." I said coldly.

When he had exited my house, I slammed the door, hoping that I had hit him.

I wrote to Jasper every day. Telling him how I could hear the baby kicking, and that I hoped he had his eyes. Even my mother had, eventually, caved in. She was a kind soul and she loved a sweet baby as much as the next. Imagine all our surprise when out popped two little babies. My two little babies. A girl with blonde hair and brown eyes, and a boy with blue eyes and brown hair. Colby Swan and Tristan Swan. I didn't want to name them after their father because he never did propose to me. Or even talk about marriage.

Jasper and I had met in January, courted in January, and gave our souls to each other in January. January was the best month of my life and also the worst month of my life. Jasper came into my life and walked right out of my life.

The letters I wrote I never put them in the mailbox. I didn't want someone reading our personal messages. To me, they were a way to write it all down to remember it someday. To me, they were my life. When I had to leave, I put all the letters in a small box and put them in my book bag. I had to leave Houston. Eventually, my sister's or mother would come to call in my little home I had provided for myself and see how I had changed.

They would ask what happened and where my two precious babies were. I just couldn't handle that. I pulled out one of the letters I had written.

Dear Jasper,

I write to you with such wonderful news. We have two children. Colby Marie Swan and Tristan Austin Swan. I didn't know your middle name, so I just gave him the name of one of our cities here in Texas. I love you, but of course, you already know that don't you? I write to tell you that your little soldier boy has blue eyes and brown hair. Your little angel girl has blonde hair and brown eyes. A mix between our love. Isn't that wonderful, dear Jasper? How is the war? Are we winning it yet? You know I miss you dearly. Others have come to call, wishing I would court them, but I turn them away. My heart and soul belong to you. Please, come home to me and our children.

Isabella Marie Swan

The words I had written brought tears to my eyes that could never be shed. I tucked the letter away and remembered a time in 1862, a time when I was crying. Crying for Jasper. Crying for my children who would never have known their father.

I sat looking out the window. My children were tucked away in their cribs, and I was resting. Well, trying to rest at least. Every time I closed my eyes, Jasper's face always appeared to me. His bright blue eyes, his beaming smile, his tousled up hair. Oh how I missed him. So I began singing. Singing for our love.

"By my window sadly sitting, In the steady glowing gloom

Where the twilight shadows flitting, like hushed hands into my room,

Find me sighing, watching, weeping, O'er the death of ev'ry joy

As I wait in vain thy greeting, Blue eyed Soldier Boy,

As I wait in vain thy greeting, Blue eyed Soldier Boy.

Ev'ry token dearer growing, which thy loved hand gave to me,

And my widowed heart still knowing, just how dear thou art to me.

All my mirth is but a seeming, ev'ry pleasure hath alloy.

For the thee I'm never dreaming, Blue eyed Soldier Boy,

For the thee I'm never dreaming, Blue eyed Soldier Boy.

God of Battles! oh... hear me, in the anguish of my heart!

He is very, very near me, do not will that we must part.

I'm a maiden lone and lonely, and my life has little joy.

Save the one, my "dear one" only, Blue eyed Soldier Boy,

Save the one, my "dear one" only, Blue eyed Soldier Boy."

I sighed softly as Tristan started to cry, followed by Colby's soft wailing.

I was glad that no other suitors would come to call, but when Tristan and Colby were born, we were put in the local newspaper. The Houston Gazette. Front page of the issue for September 19, 1861. I hoped the newspaper would reach Jasper, so he could see how much our love had blossomed.

Me: Shut up.

Jasper: I didn't say anything!

E-Dizzle: STOP PUTTING E-DIZZLE!

Me: Shut up. J-Dawg, make him shut up.

J-Dawg: No! Not J-Dawg! Well…hm…fine, J-Rap.

Me: Ewwy! No! Rah! Reviews are accepted. : ) ALSO! This song was called Blue-Eyed Soldier Boy. This is why I wanted his eyes to be blue. Aha. Anyway, the same link to the music and the lyrics is under the section for Letters She Never Sent. Look under 1862. Also, a peek at one of her letters!