RCA: Round seven, here we go! If you don't feel like reviewing then don't. I won't force you...

(Usually my A/N at the top is the same thing. It's the one at the bottom that changes.)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except what my twisted mind morphs and disorients of Stephanie Meyer's book. I do own my own writing, ideals and plots. OH, and the newest young girl, I own her too. She's based off my little sista! Those who read the iCarly fic's I've got know her as Rachell (her fanfic name, like mine is RCA) :)

POV: Jasper Whitlock-Hale for now.

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As usual, it did not snow in the amazing state of Texas. This is where Bella and I live, on an 18 acre ranch stuffed with deer and the occasional deer. The house is a two story family home that will never have but us in the halls. One living room, painted a dark brown. One kitchen, bright yellow. A dining room, painted blue with black stripes. An office painted purple, since it was Bella's office. The halls were all painted the universal white. The upstairs master bedroom, where her and I slept together, was painted a dark red color, matching oxygen enriched blood. The other two bedrooms were both painted green.

Bella entered the bedroom just as the clock ticked around to 3:49 in the morning. I had my iPod in the dock playing one of my favorite songs, Whiskey Lullaby. The melody relaxed me enough to feel like I was drifting to sleep, but I couldn't sleep, so this was the closest thing to complete relaxation. Until that porcelain doll walked in, her hips swaying slightly, her midsection flashing. She had a basket of laundry in her arms, the clothes fresh from the dryer.

I've read this book, the same book I was reading when those liars walked in, half naked on us, to know every line. There was even a chapter dedicated to a missing general, with my painting there and everything. 'His body was never found', I quoted in my head. But then again, I found the body. I smirked before Bella cleared her throate, tossing the basket on the bed.

"Why are you grinning like a damn fool over there?" She asked, sitting in front of the basket. I watched her empty the basket on out king sized matress, and toss the basket to the other side of the room.

"This book says that Jasper Whitlock's body was never found!" I was hyper tonight as soon as she walked in. "I found him!" I nearly shouted, pointing to me. She rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Whatever, Jaz." She muttered. She picked up my shirts and began to fold them perfectly. Since...the incident at Forks...her and I vowed to never speak of it again, had a long, good cry over it, and moved on. We bought the ranch, moved in and have lived an amazing life for five wonderful years. They had seemed to fly by as her and I slowly fell into a pattern. At 10 in the morning, I would leave for work and she would go to the office on the first floor, and work from here. I'd text her all day, call her at "lunch" and come home at 7. We would go hunting at 8 and by 10, we were both reading in our room or doing something together, like laundry.

We both loved the simplicity of the days and nights.

"Jasper? It's been five years." She began. I snapped out of my own world as she used my full first name. She only said Jasper when she wanted to talk about something serious. I put the book down and scooted closer to her, reaching over and helping her fold the clothes.

"Since? The...situation?" She nodded, and so did I. "Yes, I suppose it had been a little under five years." I was being short with her because we both tried to avoid the situation as much as possible. For her to bring it up without warning was shocking.

"I was wondering...well...if you wouldn't mind...uh...." She stuttered, then paused, taking a deep breath. "." She said it quickly. I put down her shirt and took her face in my hands, amused.

"Bells, if you're ready to go back then I am, too." I smiled at her. She bent forward and hugged me tightly.

"Oh Jaz, thank you so much! Jaz, you are absloutly my best friend! I love you so much!" She said, kissing my chest. I kissed her forehead, laughing. I remembered the night we told each other we loved each other.

---Flashback To The 2nd Year After The Situation---

The stars shined brightly and Jasper watched Bella dance around in the field of bluebonnets behind their house. They were finally moving into this ranch after two years of moving and hotels and unsureness. Bella ran up to him and leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held the small of her back, locking eyes with her own. For one moment, it was just them two. For one moment, they forgot their past. They forgot the future. They forgot it was just a field.

"Bella...I wanted to let you know something...." He whispered. Now was the perfect moment to tell her. He had been planning it for over half a year now, trying to find the perfect moment. Now was the time, now or never.

"Jasper?" She asked, leaning closer. He couldn't even say it now, just project it out as he leaned forward to have their lips meet. Fireworks went off as her fingers gripped his hair hard and Jasper growled fiercely into her mouth. They pulled away for a split second, and she wimpered in protest.

"I love you." He whispered, leaning forward again. He felt her burst of excitement, her love for him pouring out from closed walls, her acceptance of him and the forgetfulness of her ex-love.

For the first time since Jasper saved her life, the two vampires felt truly connected, as if two droplettes of tears were formed into one.

---End Flashback---

"When would you like to leave?" I asked her, smiling at the rememberance of the occasion.

"Soon...." She trailed off, picking up his Simpson's boxers and folding them neatly.

"Now?" I asked, touching her feelings for the truth. She sighed and smiled, her eyes doe-like with happiness.

"Yes, please." And she zoomed out of the room, and back in under two seconds, two duffel bags in her hand and a bag. I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her onto my lap. She tossed the duffel bags to the ground, setting the brown paper bag behing her. I kissed her passionatly for a moment until I surrendered in our tongue war, reaching behind her and grabbing the paper bag.

"What's this, my Bella?" I peeked inside and caught a glimpse of two C.D.'s. I wrinkled my brow as she stuck her hand in the bags and pulled two of the most beautiful C.D's in the world out. One was The Essential Johnny Cash and the other was Purpendicular, a Deep Purple C.D.

"Do you like them?" She wondered, holding them to me. I took them and nodded quickly.

"You know me too well. I actually got you a gift as well but you can't have it yet. If you bother me about it as well, then you won't get it." I told her, knowing she'll want to know what it was. She waited patiently, but the curiousity inside her was killing her. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. "I'll give it to you when you least expect it, okay? When you stop feeling curious." Her head bobbed up and down, her long, brown and wavy hair shaking too.

"Now to pack?" She asked. I chuckled.

"Yes, pack." I said, letting her go free

---Too Many Thousand Miles And A Week-And-A-Half Days Later---

"I'm nervous, Jaz." She whispered against my back, kissing my neck. I put my cheek against her forehead. I could feel the nerves almost as bad as if I was nervous. She was good. I pushed calm into her and I felt her relax against me. "Thank you, Jaz."

"Anytime, babe." I told her, turning ahead and driving down the mile long winding driveway. She scooted forward, but her hips were already as close as they could be. She sucked in a large breath as I chuckled. "Patience, my Bella." She nodded, letting a large breath out. They would surely hear my bike, they would know it was us, I thought as the third story came into view. She tensed again and I pushed a strong wave of relaxation into her. She sighed.

"I'll be fine, Jaz." She told me. I kissed her forehead, her head still leaning against my shoulder. I saw the porch, and pulled my bike in front of it. As soon as the kickstand was down, Esme rushed out and nearly ripped Bella off my bike. I turned ol' reliable off and hugged my mother, taking Bella's hand. Esme rushed us inside.

"Oh my Jasper! My Bella! I've been thinking of you for so long...." She went on and on, talking of missing us desperatly. Even Rose, who hated Bella the most, bounded up and hugged her quickly. Emmett crushed me with all his strength, and Bella kissed his cheek.

"I've missed you all!" Bella exclaimed. We noticed the absence of them but didn't say anything. We felt the hurt that all this house brought, the memories, the lies.... Esme cleared her throate.

"When did this happen?" She gestured to our entwined fingers.

"One or two years ago." Bella said quickly, casually. It had been long before that.... We wern't ready for them to know just yet.

"Where's Carlisle?" I asked Esme. She beamed.

"Picking Bree up from school." Esme told us. I felt joy radiate from every dead person in this room, apart from my Bella and me.

"Bree?" Bella asked. Esme took Bella and led her to the living room, where the three women sat to gossip. Emmett turned to me and gave me another hug.

"Gosh bro, it sucks to be the only guy here all the time." He whispered, grabbing my arm and leading me outside.

"What? Carlisle is here and so is...." I didn't finish. Emmett shrugged.

"They left." Was all he said. I wasn't ready to hear the full story, but I was ready to tell Emmett my suprise for Bella. All I can say is that he flipped shit.

---POV: Bella Swan---

Esme led me over to the white couch, and we were followed by Rose. I had never been hugged by Rose, ever. It felt like finding a lost friend...very nice. We sat and talked about Jasper and me for a moment.

"Is he good?" Esme asked, as if she was my best girl friend and not my mother.

"Esme!" I said, and I internally blushed. "No, we haven't done anything...yet." I added for his sake. She smiled and Rose squealed. We both looked over.

"Sorry, but this is the best thing since Alice and Edw-" She froze. I swallowed hard.

"Who's Bree?" My voice shook hard. Esme took my hand.

"Aubree Hill. We adopted her a few months after you and Jasper left. We couldn't handle the emptiness. She was ten when we got her, and now she's 15 and ready to make the change. We've just got to set the date." Esme told me happily. I smiled at her.

"Good for you, Esme. How have you and Emmett been, Rose?" I asked honestly curious. Emmett had always been a big brother to me.

"Better now. We kind of had trouble adjusting after...what happened and after they left...things got better." Rose muttered. "I'm sorry."

"Where are...they?" I couldn't bring myself to say their names.

"They left once we adopted Bree." Rosalie clipped. I figured that would be all I got from them. We talked like old friends, until Emmett and Jasper came back, grinning like idiots. Emmett clapped Jaz on the back, and Jasper just winked and took his seat beside me.

"Miss me?" He whispered in my ear before kissing my neck. Esme just about died with happiness at every touch. Jasper played with my fingers and my hair as everyone got better aquainted. Thirty minutes passed as the front door opened. The smell of human blood.... I hadn't ever smelt it before, but it smelt like...wet dog.... I felt myself gag at first. Why wasn't human appealing to me? I'd ask Jaz later.

"She's part indian." Esme muttered, noting my discomfort. Part indian. As in the wolf pack, La Push beach, my best friend indian. I felt pain, pushed down by calm. I loved Jasper.

"Is that my son's bike?" Carlisle walked in asking, holding Bree behind him and hugging Jasper when he and I walked up to him. I noted Bree. She was short, tanned, freckled. A girl version of Jacob, just not as ridiculously buff. She had long, long black hair up in two long braids. She blinked her blue eyes at me.

"Bella Swan." Bree said in her indian voice. "Jacob missed you for so long. He loved you." She came closer, no fear, and hugged me tightly, her head only touching my chin. I touched her shoulder.

"Jacob?" I asked.

"He died, Bella. I am so sorry. He wished me to tell you that he loved you." Bree whispered as if only her and I could hear, but I knew everyone could. Jaz wiped the venom from my cheeks. Had I been crying?

"Thank you, Bree." I told her as she walked up to Esme and sat in her mothers lap.

"How was school honey." Esme asked. Bree shrugged and spilt about the day in what myst be her routine. Emmett offered to beat up a kid who picked on her, but Bree shrugged it off.

"Payback's a bitch." She said. I couldn't hold back a gasp. Esme looked over and smiled.

"She will be one of us." The mother said, and I understood. Bree would have to grow up quickly in order to understand the change. Like the way I grew up.... When Jasper changed me.

"Come with me." Jaz breathed in my ear. I grabbed his hand and followed him out back. We stood next to the little stream and watched the tiny fish swim around for a while.

"Jaz." I nudged his chest lovingly as I muttered his name. "I love you."

"Bella, I love you, too. I love you with everything I am and everything we can be. I can't offer you children but anything else you desire I can give. We can adopt if you want and do what Esme and Carlisle are doing. Anything. Bella, if I had to live another day without you, if the sun were to rise and you wern't here, I think I'd die when the light touched me. You are my only sun, my Bella. You are my life now and I can't live without you. Please, will you spend forever and a day with me?" He knelt on one knee and fished a box from his pocket. I stopped breathing. I didn't need to breathe.... He opened the lid and a white, princess cut diamond sat on the black velvet of the box. I felt the gasps coming but I couldn't stop. Venom flowed down my face.... Jaz was my best friend, my love...was marriage nessessary? Did I have to marry him to prove my love.... We both had been committed once. Him to that pixie and me to the golden-boy. It hadn't worked out.... I'd seen the consequences of wrong marriages. And even though it felt so right....

It was my choice now....

Do I say yes?

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RCA: Sorry about the cliffhang. It's nessessary although I'm sure you know the answer.... Sorry about the sudden rating change. I realized that in like, two chapters is the...scene...and I should go ahead and fix it now. :) y'all's reviews are amazing and I feel loved :) Easter is around the corner, and I won't be able to post ALL weekend! Yeah, I'm dying on the inside as well. Tell me what you think so far please? BTW! Soon you'll find out why it's titled Bleeding Love.... ;)

Bree is based off my sister without the tanned skin. My sister, even with our indian and hispanic blood, is white as hell lol but I love her. Anyway, Happy Reading :) and Keep Subscribing!