RCA: Round thirteen, 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. What else do I own? An 'I love Ron' pillowcase, but that has nothing to do with Twilight...or does it?
POV: Jasper Whitlock
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I gasped loudly, as did Bella, and pulled my wife tightly to my body. She was trembling. Why had they left, only to die? Did we cause this?
No. They did.
"I don't know what to say." Bella breathed from my chest, drops of venom scattered on her face. I wiped them off calmly.
"What are we going to do now?" I asked. Emmett cracked his knuckles as Rose shifted to push her face into his shoulder. Esme was crying. Bree sat unaffected, waving her fingers in front of her. I pushed exhaustion into her and she pulled herself together, putting her fingers down and glaring at me. Carlisle cleared his throate.
"We're going to have to calm down just a little, okay, Emmett?" Carlisle glanced to his biggest son, who nodded. "Esme, Bree and I will fix this. You four just stay here and relax through this 'pregnancy'." It was obvious that Carlisle didn't believe it, but Esme smacked his shoulder gently. "And if it is true, I owe you guys a BIG apology, and if I'm right, I get to say a BIG I told you so." He nodded his head and stood, pulling Esme up bridal style. She giggled, embarassed.
"Carlisle!" She gasped as he kissed her nose. Bella was only a little shocked; my parents never acted this way in public. They flew to their room in the blink of an eye. Rose and Emmett were still aroused, from what I felt through their emotions, and flew naked up the stairs, leaving the towel and sheets on the loveseat. Bella and I didn't return to our post-sex bliss.
"Dead." Bella whispered, avoiding my eyes. She put a hand over her flat abdomen.
"This isn't our fault." I placed my hand over her own and smiled, kissing her nose. Bree cleared her throate.
"It worked." She whispered, blinking. She looked up at us. "It worked. It worked." And she stood, walking away and up the stairs to her room slowly. Bella turned to me, grinning.
"I'm pregnant." She whispered, looking up at me from beneath her thick lashes. And I kissed her nose. We returned to our post-sex bliss immediatly.
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The thought of my wife, my Bella, pregnant, swollen with my child, excited me. She lay on our bed, naked under the thin sheet, her eyes shut. I would have to talk to my sister about the side-affects. Would she be half human? How would this work? I didn't know and, even though I doubted that she even knew, I would ask. I slowly traced my Bella's thigh under the sheet, and allowed my hand to draw a line to her hip, where I traced circles softly. She sighed in comfort and relaxation. I continued my line to her stomach, where I placed my whole hand over her flat abdomen. How could our child fit into an area so small?
I sat up suddenly, and for once, I was thinking through the post-sex bliss, something I never did. I didn't notice my hand grasping and relaxing on her stomach, as if I was massaging it. I noticed her gasp and sigh pattern. Was she dreaming? Impossible. Would our child be half human? Full vampire? Bree said that I would change my child. How old will I change her? 5 or 6? 10 or 12? 16 or 17, as old as Bella and I? How would that happen? Could I stay in the same house as my only child found her mate, possibly human and change him, and make love to him every night as Bella and I usually did? Could I listen to it in the room above ours? Would Bella and I ever move back to Texas. Sure the staff surely will keep the house nice, I had told the maids that we were going on a long vacation, and we wouldn't be back for a long time, and to keep everything the way it had been. We quit our jobs and we've been living here.
How could I live knowing that I've damned my child to an eternal life like my own, without food, without sleep? Without growing old and the pleasurable nature of death. How?
Bella's hand was on my cheek as she sat up, my own hand slipping to her leg from her stomach. I thought I was projecting, but she shook her head no, since she could read my face. I peered deep into her eyes and saw the wisdom behind the amber color. She wanted this baby more than anything in the world, and I gave it to her. One child, a mix of our own vDNA, and we gave another being a chance at life. She smiled at me and the worry on her brow relaxed. She kissed my lips softly, not to turn me on, just to remind me that she would always love me. And she stood, reaching for her clothes. But I grabbed her hand and pulled her down. She understood, without speaking, how I wanted to lay with her.
She pulled the sheet over her body again and shut her eyes. I looked her over once more, and replaced my hand on her stomach. My child was in there. Mine. I lay beside her and allowed her to push her body into mine. We lay together, with our eyes closed, in the silent house until the sun set. We then watched the stars from our position on the bed, naked under the sheets, through the partially open window.
There was no need for words. Nothing needed to be spoken. We had love and that was all that mattered. That was all we needed was love.
All we needed....
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RCA: So, just a filler for the next exciting chapter. Did you like it? I was grounded all weeked, had a project due Monday, and was sick as hell Saturday. Like, to the point of, I couldn't get out of bed I was so sick. My daddy had to stay home and help me finish the damnded project. But I won :) and it was awesome to smear it into the others faces. I wrote this in like, ten minutes in photography class today, however, I think it turned out really well. I recently got into iCarly fics after reading a potential fic my sister wrote yesterday...and I totally fell in love with the Seddie fic paring (Sam and Freddie, for those who don't watch/read iCarly). It's kind of a DraGin paring...lol...but you guys are here for the JazBella paring, silly me ;)
I realized before writing this that I've only got 44 days of school left, 30 not counting finals and TAKS next week. Wish me luck lol. God knows I need it. Then comes summer time and three solid months of writing and undating for your pleasure. And now I've got to do my homework, so just reread the chapter and envision the next one :) HAPPY READING!