Disclaimer: Don't own it. 'Nuff said. Actually, fiberkitty said we needed to state that we are NOT SM because we kick ass, so, no, we are NOT Stephenie Meyer. If we were, we would have named the kid a hell of a better name than Renesmee

Preggers and Proud: A Jasper/Alice story

AN: Not got much to say except I'm total fail about posting. Don't be hatin' on me, 'kay?

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"Alice…" He said. His voice was afraid. "H-how are we going to fix this?"

"The only way we can." I said, determinedly. "We have to have sex."

Alice POV

"S-sex?" Jasper asked in a small voice.

I nodded. "It can't be that hard, can it?" I asked. "I mean, I've been working cocks ever since I was eighteen years old, Jasper."

His brow furrowed. He didn't like me talking about the men I'd had before him. But really. He knew I wasn't a virgin when we got married. Not like Bella. How the hell Edward could have ever thought Bella was a virgin when they met was beyond me. Granted, I didn't know who she'd been with…I suspected Rosalie knew, but that was one thing I didn't push. I knew enough about them, I didn't like to be called a busybody. Sometimes it just happened.

I sighed. "Look. Insert tab A into slot B and there you go. It can not be too difficult."

"Probably not, if you aren't the pregnant one! What if you squish the baby?"

I rolled my eyes. "Jasper, you can't 'squish' the baby! It is in an amniotic sac surrounded by a cushion of water. You'll be fine."

He eyed me. "A-are you sure?"

Was I sure that having the sex wouldn't put my body into labor? No. That was how it had been with Reagan. Mama Whitlock's spaghetti and a round of 'Alice on top' had led to my water breaking early that next morning. But still…this was a chance we had to take. I couldn't ask Jasper to have this baby. That would be just…so fucking unfair of me. I couldn't do that to him. This was a mistake, I knew it now. I swore, then and there I'd never argue with him over his job or being the man of the house again. He knew about finances, he knew how to change a tire, he knew how to plunge a toilet…and those were things I could never do. I'm not 'man' enough to do those things.

So I sucked in a breath and whispered, "I'm sure."

He still eyed me but nodded. "Okay."

I smiled and kissed him. "Hey, Rosalie said we'd really appreciate having sex in each other's bodies, right?"

He nodded. I sucked in another breath as I helped him onto his side like he always did with me. I ran my hand over our baby and felt it kick. Mama's coming back, sweetie. I promise, we'll protect you. I moved so that I was straddling his leg, my cock, which had deflated slightly from the argument, was straining once more. Damn, who knew I'd be able to keep it up as scared as I am?

I bent to kiss him and he said, "Wait, Ali." I paused and he smiled at me. "I, uh, I promise to respect you more, okay?"

I nodded as I moved closer, the cock brushing his sensitive folds. I heard him whimper as I said, "I promise, Jazzy. I promise to respect you more too."

I wrapped his other leg around my waist and gently dipped just the tip into him. He let out a little moan, as did I. "Shit, this feels good!" I said as I slowly inched into him.

"God. So…fuck…damn, Alice! No wonder you…"

"You too, baby," I said as I managed to situate myself into him. The heat, the wet, the tightness…I almost came right then, but I had enough presence of mind to realize I only had one shot at this, and I think he was supposed to get off too for this to work. I slowly backed out before thrusting in, a little rougher this time, and I felt his muscles clench around me.

"Fuck," I muttered again. It was indescribable. When men talk about how good a woman feels wrapped around their dick, they aren't kidding. It was like wet velvet, and my pussy felt like it was molded to Jasper's cock like a leather glove; tight, smooth, and…I let out a grunt as his muscles kind of fluttered around me. I smirked. Being pregnant, it only took my body moments for my first orgasm to come. I wanted him to feel it, to know how it feels when the stars dance behind my eyes making me scream his name.

He let out a little whine and I felt for his clit, rubbing it furiously how I liked it and it took only seconds longer before he clamped down on me like a vice, screaming out my name, bucking his hips as he gripped the headboard. "Cum, baby," I purred, his voice dropping further, that sexy accent thickening with my desire.

"Mother…shit…damn…Ali!" He screamed.

I smiled and pulled back, trying to hold onto my sanity. "Did that feel good?"

He was panting as he came down from his high. "Thank God you're one of those women that can have multiple orgasms." He muttered.

I smiled as I dipped into him again. I heard him suck in a breath through clenched teeth and start to groan again. I dropped down to pepper kisses along his shoulder, up over his neck, around to his lips. "I love you, Jazzy."

His lower muscles were clamping down on me again and I knew I wouldn't last much longer… "I love you too, Ali." He said and I was off, all but seizing in pleasure as my orgasm ripped through me. I vaguely recalled him cumming again as I shot my load within him, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I saw the stars in the moments before I fell behind him, kissing his back, his shoulders, his hair, any part of him I could reach. "Thank you, thank you," I muttered as I passed out.

I woke to the sounds of sniffling. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was almost five in the evening. Bella would be bringing Reagan back. But sniffling? Why…? Who was sniffling? I turned over…and saw my face.

I screamed like a girl and promptly fell out of the bed. "Jasper?"

"Y-yes…?" He asked softly, still sobbing.

"What the hell happened?" I asked. The hardwood floor was cold to my ass and I hurriedly got back up onto the bed.

"It didn't fucking work, Alice!" He screamed at me. "Oh, God! I'm going to have to have this baby!" He was beyond hysterics at this point.

It didn't work? But… "FUCK!" I yelled. "Why didn't it work!?"

"I don't know! You were the one that gave me this shit! I hate this! And I hate your irrationalism, Alice! Damn you! Don't you fucking touch me!" He yelled, slipping from the other side of the bed. He ran, well, waddled, into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Jazz!" I cried.

But then I heard the doorbell, followed by, "Alice?! Jasper! We're back!"

Oh crap. Just what we need. I hurried into some jeans, throwing a tee-shirt on over my head and ran down the stairs.

"Daddy!" Reagan said, jumping into my arms. "Where's Mommy?"

"U-upstairs, pumpkin. She's not feeling very good, okay? Why don't you run and play while I talk to Aunt Bella, alright?"

She giggled and grabbed Anthony's hand, dragging him up the stairs.

"No playing doctor!" I called, remembering Jasper's re-telling of the infamous play day he had to host this week.

"Alice? What's wrong?"

"It didn't work!" I said, falling to pieces.

"What didn't work?" She asked surprised, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me, I guess.

"Sex," I whispered.

Her eyes grew wider. "You and Jasper had SEX?!"

I flinched. "Could you tone it down? I don't think Old Lady Perkins with the two hearing aids three doors down heard you, Bella."

She blinked. "I…I'm sorry, I just…how was it?"

"Bella! Focus!" I growled.

She smirked. "What? Ever since Rosalie and Emmett had sex switched I've wondered. Color me curious."

I couldn't quite help the smile as I thought back on it. "It was fuckawesome." I said finally.

Her grin grew.

"But, it didn't work! I should be me by now!"

"Why were you in a hurry to be anyway? Rose and Em were each other for a full week."

"We went to the doctor this morning…" I started and proceeded to tell her everything. "Jasper's pissed at me. He's terrified he'll have to have the baby…and Bella, I don't want to be a man any more!" I was sobbing by this point as well.

She tugged me toward the sofa and made me sit, putting my head between my lanky legs. "Alice, it'll be fine. We'll get this all figured out…"

"What if we don't?" I asked.

She had no answer.

The next morning, Jasper and I were both nervous. He finally spoke to me after I bribed him with my two favorite men, Ben and Jerry. It wasn't good for him, but, hell, what difference would it make now? I knew one day wouldn't change anything. But still, I made sure he didn't eat anything after eight o'clock the night before and drank only water the following morning so his blood sugar would be at least halfway decent.

My mouth was as dry as cotton as we sat waiting for the nurse to call us back. Jasper had to once more provide a pee sample and then they took him into the lab for his blood pressure check and blood work. After a quick exam by one of the Midwifes, in which, thankfully, he'd not dilated anymore, we were sent back out to the waiting room until the rapid blood results came back. Finally we were sent into the doctor's office. It was my doctor, Doctor Green. "Well, Alice, I must say, I'm quite disappointed in your blood test results."

I patted Jasper's hand reassuringly. It wasn't his fault. I should have been more clear. Just another thing to add to my already long list of sins.

"The good news is that your blood sugar is fine. Yesterday must have been a fluke. Granted, it was still a bit high for fasting, but not as bad as I would have thought."

I waited for the other shoe to drop.

"Your blood pressure, however…" He flipped my chart open. "It is better than yesterday. Whatever you did yesterday evening must have helped matters."

Jasper let out a little nervous laugh and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. The doctor had to know how we'd relaxed…my cock responded at the thought but I beat it into submission as I concentrated on the doctor's words.

"Your blood pressure still leaves a little something to be desired, though. So, for the next week, I want you on full bed rest. Then we'll see you back and reassess at that time, alright?"

I swallowed hard. "Doctor, what…what are the chances of a premature birth at this point?"

"About fifty-fifty." He answered honestly. "But if your blood pressure doesn't go down, I'm going to have to recommend cesarean section for both of your safety." He eyed Jasper. "Alice, I know how much you care about your baby. But I know how much you care about your husband and daughter, too. Please, for the sake of your health, you're going to have to take it easy, alright?"

Jasper bit his lip and nodded. "I understand." He said in a small voice.

The doctor smiled. "I've been birthing babies for twenty years. Trust me, I'm going to keep a close eye on you both."

"Thank you, Doctor." I said as I stood and helped Jasper to his feet. "For everything."

"Look after her, will you? She's such a bright little light."

I felt tears in my eyes as I thought of what Jasper would have to endure. "I will."

We walked back outside and I didn't even hesitate as I picked him up and carried him out to the car. "A…uh, what are you doing?!" He screamed as I stepped out into the cloudy day.

"I'm keeping you off your feet." I said determinedly.

He rolled his eyes. "I think I can walk to the car!"

I shook my head. "Nope, I have to look after you. Period, the end."

He smiled for the first time all day. "I love you." He said, cupping my face and kissing me tenderly.

"I love you, too. Now, let's get you home and settled, okay?"

He nodded. "Okay."

I dialed his office number and I said, "Miya, I need you to reschedule all my appointments. I just took Alice to the doctor. She's going to have to be on bed rest for the next week and I want to be there with her."

"Jasper…you can't. Miss Alvarez is going to be waiting for you at the construction site to tell you what she doesn't like this time." I could hear the contempt in her voice.

"Can't Emmett or Rosalie do it?"

Miya let out a snort. "Well, after the last time, Rosalie said if she had to be alone with that woman again, one of them wasn't coming out alive, and Emmett…Emmett's scared of Maria."

I let out a laugh. "Remind me to rag on him about that later. So…what can we do?"

"I can come over and watch her for you, while you're gone to your meeting." She offered.

"Really? God, Miya, you're a life saver. The office…?"

"Stacey and Jamie can run the place while I'm gone. It won't burn to the ground while I'm out. At least…I hope it won't. But since Emmett's here with his coffee pot and his drawings, that is a possibility…"

"Set out the extra fire extinguisher and come on over to our house."

"I'll be there in ten!" She said, hanging up on me.

I smiled. "Well, I got you a baby sitter. Apparently I have an appointment with Maria Alvarez…"

Jasper groaned. "Oh, God, baby. I'm so sorry."

"Why? Is she a holy terror?"

Jasper nodded. "And she's all over me. All the time. It's like…well, you know how I have to come home and take a shower some days? It's because her skanky ass has been all over me."

I snorted. "Surely she isn't that bad…"

"Just you wait." He grumbled. "You'll see."

I checked my phone one more time before I put it back in my pocket. Miya had assured me she'd call me if anything was going on with Jasper. I blew out a breath as I stepped out into the now slight drizzle and walked toward the new offices of Antique Chic, Maria Alvarez' business. She refurbished antique clothing she found at estate sales and re-sold them to the big wigs of our fair city. All her things were beautiful.

I hadn't realized she was the one that owned it. It was run by her sister, Lettie, who, apparently, had a better personality for the public at large. Maria just funded the expedition, but as such, she wanted her offices to be perfect. Which was, after all, why she hired McCarty, Whitlock and McCarty. I smoothed down my jacket, fastening the buttons, and hurried into the building.

"Jasper, darling!" A voice called.

I turned to it and sensing how I needed to handle things, dipped down to kiss her cheek. Ugh. Jasper was right. She reeked of perfume. "Maria, a pleasure, as always, darlin."

She smiled up at me. "Jasper, you look more handsome ever time I see you."

I gave her a tentative smile. "You are radiant, as usual, Maria. Now, what is it you find displeasing?"

She went off into a tirade, touching me entirely too often and more and more inappropriately until finally, I said, "Maria. I am married. My wife is at home on bed rest right this minute and if you don't mind, I would appreciate you not touching me any more."

Her eyes darkened as she stopped and ran a jeweled fingernail up my chest. "Oh, Jasper. Let's us stop playing these games. You and I both know what you want from me. There is no reason to continue to play coy. You want me, I want you. And let's face it…if you really loved your wife, you would be there with her, not here with me…"

My mouth fell open as I realized, she was right. I did love my wife, er, my significant other. I should be there, not here. Jasper would have been. I stepped away from her, clenching her hand tightly until I saw a faint trace of pain on her face. If I was in my body…but I'm not, I reminded myself. So I nodded. "You're right, Maria. You're exactly right. I should be there and not here. Thank you for reaffirming where I needed to be."

I turned on my heel and hurried to the door. "Jasper Whitlock!" She shouted.

I turned once more to face her.

She stalked up to me. "You walk out that door and you can kiss my business goodbye." She said with a slight huff.

I smiled coldly. "You know, women like you make me so sad. The only thing you're good at is trying to steal other women's men."

Her hand came up and she slapped me. I could feel her nails sting my cheek and I felt certain she cut me. "Fuck you, Jasper! I can find men a dime a dozen."

"Then my suggestion to you is you go out and find one, because this man is taken." And with that, I stepped out into the downpour and headed back home. I may have lost M, W and M a client, but I'd painted her little red wagon.

Jasper POV

After my second trip to the doctor in less than twenty four hours, a huge fight with Alice and my first foray into the sexual world as a woman, a few days of bed rest did not sound like such a bad thing. I mean honestly, lying in bed…how hard could it be?

Before Alice left to go meet Maria, who may I say is the devil incarnate, only in five inch stilettos, my wonderful wife ensconced me securely in bed with a stack of magazines, the remote, a nightstand full of healthy snacks, and even a little bell, like you see in the movies.

About fifteen minutes after Alice walked out I heard a tentative knock at the door. "Come on in, Miya. " I called.

She walked in, arms loaded down with files. "How are you feeling, Alice?"

"I'm alright. What'cha got there?"

"Well, I figured while I was here I might as well try and get some files in order. I'll just be in the other room if you need me, okay?"

"Sure, sure. It is sort of silly that Ali… I mean Jasper, made you come over here. It's not like I am an invalid or something."

She let out a little snort. "I don't mind. Besides we need to let that little bun stay in the oven and cook for as long as possible." She reached down and gave my burgeoning belly a little rub.

She walked from the room and I picked up a magazine from the stack. I flipped through the pages, not finding anything that caught my interest. So I moved to the remote and started clicking through the channels. Shit, nothing on but a bunch of soap operas and court TV.

I scooted over and began pawing through the snacks Alice had left for me to munch on. There was a bowl of grapes, some different types of crackers and a bag of mini rice cakes. I popped a few grapes in my mouth and then grabbed a handful of Cheese Nips. Unfortunately, she had forgotten about a drink.

"Ummm, Miya." I half heartedly called out. Man, this is awful, having to ask someone you to get you a drink when the kitchen is just down the stairs.

I raised my voice a little higher. "Miya."

A few seconds later, she was at the door.

"I'm sorry. Would you mind getting me a drink?"

"Not at all. What would you like?"

"I think we have a pitcher of tea. That would be nice."

"Sure. I'll be right back."

She came back in the room with a glass of tea and handed it to me.

I inadvertently wrinkled my nose.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"It's nothing. I just don't really like drinking out of plastic cups."

She took the cup back from me. "I should have known that. I'll be right back."

She left me pondering at that last remark. I mean, why would she know something like that?

She came back in with a mason jar filled with sweet tea. Alice hated me using them but they reminded me of my youth.

I took a sip and gave Miya a slight smile, setting the glass on the night stand.

"Is it okay?"

"Oh, it's fine. I just usually put some lemon in it."

She grabbed the glass a little more fervently then last time and left the room once more.

She returned and I gave her Alice's sweetest smile. "Thank you, Miya."

"You're welcome. Now if you don't need anything else, I am going to work on those files a bit more."

She had been gone no more than ten minutes when I noticed my glass of tea was forming a ring of condensation on the night stand. Fuck, Alice would kill me if I ruined another piece of furniture.

"Miya!"

She showed up at the door with more than a little exasperation showing on her face.

"Yes, Alice. What do you need now?"

"Would you get a coaster for my drink?"

The little sigh that escaped her lips was not lost on me, but she just turned without saying a word, returning directly with a coaster that she placed under my glass.

"Anything else?"

There was a touch of annoyance in her voice. Well shit, it is not like I enjoyed asking someone to wait on me. For some reason this just seriously pissed me off.

"No, I think that will be all…for now."

She gave a little hmpff and turned on her heel.

I picked up the remote and flipped through the channels, hoping to find a good western or documentary. Why in the fuck is it that we have eight hundred channels and not one thing to watch?

I threw down the remote in disgust. I reached over and grabbed my tea, spilling half of it down my shirt.

Shit, shit, shit!!!!!

"Miya!" I screamed.

No response.

"Miya!"

Still no response.

Oh no she didn't.

I reached over and grabbed the little bell from the table and stared shaking that fucker like I was a Salvation Army worker the day before Christmas.

A good three minutes later she finally showed up at the bedroom door.

"What? What could not wait? I was in the bathroom." Miya snapped.

"I spilled my tea all over me."

She cocked one perfectly arched eyebrow at me and then gave me a smile that sent shivers down my spine.

"You poor baby. Here let's get you out of that shirt."

She grabbed the hem of the shirt I was wearing and swiftly pulled it over my head before I could object. Instinctively I covered my boobs.

"Please, honey. We are all equipped with the same goods. Now don't move. I'll be right back."

She exited the room and before I could get up from the bed to get a clean shirt she had returned with a large bowl, making a direct line for the adjoining bath.

"Ummm…Miya? Can you get me a clean shirt?"

I heard the water running and inwardly tried to shrink into the bed when I saw her return with a large basin of water and a wash cloth.

"What are you doing?"

"That tea has to be sticky, so I figured I would give you a quick sponge bath."

"I…uh…I don't think you need to…ya know…I can do it…"

"Nonsense. I am here to take care of you."

She dipped the cloth in to the warm water and started dabbing it against my skin. I honestly could not explain why I was having such a hard time. Possibly because I knew how Miya felt about me, but then again, I wasn't me, I was Alice. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed to be enjoying my discomfort a bit too much.

I pushed her hand away. "Thank you, Miya. Now would you get me a shirt?"

She walked to the dresser and pulled open a couple of drawers, finally finding one of my own under shirts. She lifted it to her nose, inhaling deeply.

"Mmm… you can almost still smell Jasper. You are so lucky to be married to such a fine piece of man meat, sweetie."

I shifted uncomfortably on the bed. I really did not want to hear Miya's thoughts on my uhh...man meat.

"You know, Miya, I am a little tired. Would you mind if I took a little nap?"

"Of course not. I'll just go and try and get a little more work done. Now if you need anything, anything at all, you make sure to just ring that little bell, because I am here to cater to your every need and whim."

I waited until she had left the room before I let her words sink in. Bitchy, she was being bitchy and more than a little condescending.

Well two can play at that game.

I waited until I figured she had just enough time to get settled into her work and then picked up that bell and started ringing it.

I held my laugh in when she appeared at the door.

"I'm not as tired as I thought, but I am hungry. Would you mind making me some lunch?"

She bit her lip but just smiled at me. "What would you like?"

"I think I would like a turkey sandwich on wheat with Swiss."

"Sure, anything else?"

"Maybe just some chips." She started out of the room.

"Oh and a pickle spear." I called to her retreating form.

She returned with my sandwich and I gave her a heartfelt thanks. Although I waited until she left the room and then began ringing the bell again.

She stormed the bed, stopping just inched from the side.

"Yes, Alice?"

"I forgot to tell you mayonnaise. Oh and would you be a dear and toast the bread?"

I watched her fist clench and then release and for a moment I wondered if she would hit a pregnant woman, but instead she grabbed the plate and stormed out the door.

She quickly returned practically throwing the plate into my lap.

"There you go. I added mayo, toasted the bread, removed the crust and cut it in half. Now do you need anything else?"

"No thanks. It looks perfect." I gave her a smile which she returned with a scowl and a nod of her head.

Two minutes later I had inhaled my sandwich and chips. I knew I shouldn't, really knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. I grabbed the little bell and started ringing it…again.

Miya walked calmly into the room and grabbed the bell from my hand.

"If you ring this bell one more time, Jasper Whitlock, I am going to take it and shove it straight up your ass. Do you understand me?"

Jasper, what the fuck? I know the shock was showing on my face as my mouth fell open.

"Yes. I know it is you, Jasper. And let me tell you I felt sorry for you at first. But you are being one uberbitch. You have been pregnant, what five days? Well mister, we women go through it for nine months. So if you think you have it so bad, you better just pull your head out of your ass and be thankful that this is a temporary situation. You could be having ….twins. And be scared about your job and what your husband is going to say and…" By this time she was on the verge of hyperventilating and tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

Wait a minute…

"Miya, are you pregnant?"

She let out a little sniffle.

"Yes. I'm…" She blew out a breath. "The doctor did an ultrasound last week to find out how far along I am and it is… twins."

"That is wonderful, Miya. But why are you so upset?"

"We are just getting the firm off the ground and I know I am going to have to be out for a while with the babies. I need my job, Jasper, now more than ever. Plus, how am I going to handle twins and work?"

I patted her hand, trying to offer her some reassurance. "Don't worry about work. You will always have a job, whether you need to take off two months or two years. Now why haven't you told Jon yet? I mean, he should be proud, knocking you up with not one but two babies."

She half sighed, half giggled as she rolled her eyes. "You fucking guys. You're so stupid. It was my egg that split! I'm doing all the work over here!" She did that little sigh/giggle/eye roll thing again. "And, yes, he knows we're pregnant I just haven't told him about the twins yet. It was such a shock, that I was trying to let it sink in before I started sharing the 'good news'."

"It is good news!" I said adamantly. "Babies are blessings and you have just been doubly blessed. Things will be fine. And I'm sorry about today. I just don't do so well being told that I have to do something. Not to mention all these pregnancy hormones are just in overdrive."

"I know how you feel. Now I brought some of my homemade banana pudding. I was going to tell you earlier before you went into full on bitch mode. However, I think now would be the right time for a big bowl of it and a glass of milk."

"Perfect. And Miya, did Alice tell you about the switch?"

"Nah, I have been around you enough to know that you would never dress the way she has been the last few days and never, ever would you be taking a trip to the spa with Leo."

"What the fuck? Did you just say she and Leo went to the spa?"

"Let me get the food and I'll tell you all about it."

It was only an hour later when Alice appeared at the bedroom door. Miya and I were both on the bed, laughing our asses off at some ridiculous article in Cosmo titled 'How to give your man a hundred nights of ecstasy'.

"Am I intruding?" She asked from the doorway.

"Nope, darling. Miya and I are just reading about the finer arts of fellatio. How did it go with Maria?"

She threw her jacket on the floor and flopped across the end of the bed.

"Not so good. I just couldn't handle listening to that fucking awful mouth of hers, so I walked. Don't be mad."

"Mad? I'm not mad. I'm glad one of us finally got the balls to do it."

"Amen, sista." Miya turned and gave me a high five. "Because the only one who gets to manhandle you besides your wife is me."

I let out a little snort. "So true, so true."

"I brought some eggplant parmesan from Maggiano's. There is plenty if you want to stay and have some, Miya."

"No, I think I better get home. I have some important news to tell Jon."

"She is pregnant, Alice…with twins!" I said eagerly.

"That is wonderful. Let me package up part of the eggplant so you don't have to worry about dinner tonight. And I guess form what you just called me, she knows we are switched."

"Yep. Now hurry and get done so you can come snuggle with me. Bella called and is going to let Reagan spend the night."

"I talked to her as well. I have cleared my schedule through your next doctor appointment and we'll go from there. Plus everyone is going to come over tomorrow night for pizza and help get the nursery ready. I figured you could just rest on the couch and let everyone else do the work."

"That sounds great."

It was later that night and Alice and I were curled up in bed sharing a bowl of strawberries with whipped cream. We had kissed and cuddled all night, and for the first time in several days, I wasn't as worried about what the next day would bring.

"I love you, Alice."

"And I love you too, Jazzy. " She leaned in close and rested her forehead against mine. We were so close we could almost share our breath. I peppered her, or should I say my, face with kisses until she was arching her body into mine.

"Alice?"

"Yes, Jazz?" Her breath was becoming slightly shallow.

"Did you have my eyebrows waxed?"