DISCLAIMER: All books and characters in the Twilight Saga are property of Stephenie Meyer.

Thanks to my beta, not done baking, for all of her help.

AN: Thank you to all of the people that have encouraged me to continue with this story. I can assure all of you that there is a plot. Sometimes I forget the readers don't know what's brewing in my head unless I tell you. For future reference if I ever write a story without a plot, I'll state that in the summary. Before I forget I told some of you this story will be pretty much drama-free, it won't be.

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Merry-Go-Round

Alice's POV

The last time I was able to handle being on a marry-go-round was when I was ten-years-old, any time after that I tried to ride one, I became very dizzy. I remember last night with Jasper very clearly and I know we didn't stop by any playgrounds, so why did I feel like I just got off a merry-go-round?

I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hand to my forehead. The clock read seven a.m. Jasper left for work at eight and I left at eight-thirty.

I placed my head between my knees; I hoped it would be help to ease the dizziness I experienced.

"Alice," Jasper called as he walked towards our bedroom.

I knew he was hungry. Breakfast was one of my daily chores that we established when we both decided to become involved in alternative lifestyles.

"What's wrong?" He asked with panic in his voice as he rushed to my side.

"My head's spinning," I groaned.

He joined me on the bed and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Did you sit up too fast?"

"No."

"Lift your head," I groaned at his command, "I just want to see if you have a fever."

That time I flew off the merry-go-round; my body gave out on me and I collapsed into Jasper's arms.

When I finally came to, I was lying down again. Jasper sat on the side of the bed in a kitchen chair.

"Sorry about your breakfast," I broke out.

Jasper frowned at me. "The last thing you should be thinking of right now is feeding me; I'm a big boy I can feed myself just fine."

I felt immensely better lying down; when I tried to get up the speed of the merry-go-round increased.

"Alice, no," Jasper commanded as he gently placed his hand on my chest.

"I feel fine now," I unsuccessfully assured him.

I didn't even feel close to fine, verbal communication was even difficult. I had things that needed to get done; I couldn't allow a little bit of dizziness stop me. Just as long as I walked closed to walls and used them for support, I knew I would be able to make it through the day.

"Don't argue with me," he said hotly.

Ring. Ring.

I tapped my left ear in order to stop the buzzing.

"Does your ear hurt?" He inquired after he viewed my latest action.

"Yes, and it's just ringing," I cringed.

His hand reached out and grabbed the phone from his mahogany, bedside table.

I looked at him quizzically.

"I won't be able to come in today, my wife is sick and I need to take her to the doctor," he explained to the person on the other end.

Next he called my job and then the doctor's office.

I hated to be absent from work, I felt like I was letting people down by not showing up. I wanted to protest, but I didn't have energy.

After college I entered the world of fashion and became a writer for a popular fashion magazine. I was on a deadline for my next article; I couldn't afford to waste any time being sick.

"You're appointment is at one o'clock."

My only response was a grunt.

"Are you hungry?"

"My stomach hurts," I admitted.

The more I talked or moved, the more nauseated I became.

"Alright, get some more sleep. If you need anything I'll be right here besides you," he assured me.

And I stepped off the merry-go-round and into dreamland.

It was my bladder that woke me up, now here was my chance to prove to Jasper that I could still function. Maybe he would let me go to work after all.

He stayed in the room with me, just like he said he would, an obstacle that wouldn't be easy to overcome.

"How are you feeling?"

"I have to go to the bathroom."

I was certain he would just hold my hand and lead me to the bathroom, or hold on to my waist as I walked to the toilet; but instead he gathered me in his arms and carried me.

Once we got into the bathroom he sat me down on the toilet and pulled my panties down. I didn't even get a chance to urinate before I was back on the merry-go-round, spinning at full speed. My biggest threat was the white porcelain sink that was on the right of me, my body tilted to the side and I thought for sure I would gain a concussion.

Fortunately, Jasper caught me before my head even touched the sink.

"That's it, I'm taking you the emergency room," he declared with authority.

I silently admitted defeat. The battle was no longer worth fighting; my only option was to surrender.

AN: This chapter was originally longer. I made a lot of mistakes on the second part and didn't thoroughly research the second part. I would continue writing this chapter and fixing the mistakes, but right now I'm burnt out and I didn't want to make you wait any longer. I need to take a break for a couple of days from writing, and then I will continue the next chapter. It most likely won't be posted until next week though, my beta has a busy schedule. Sorry for the short chapter.