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Chapter 4 – Check Yes Juliet

**NPOV (No ones point of view)[maybe this will help it flow better]**

Bella was kneeling over working in a vegetable garden, about to pick up a basket of freshly plucked carrots, when she felt the strong arms of her husband around her lowly rounded belly. She leaned back and sighed relaxing into his chest.

"Darlin' you shouldn't be in the sun too long, remember last time?" she frowned remembering how worried he had been when she collapsed upon entering the house.

"I know but the carrots where just right and you know I have been craving stewed carrots."

He did know this but he also knew she would tire herself more

"Come inside sweetheart and I will cook the carrots, you should rest. If not for me, for this little man" he said as he rubbed soothing circles on her abdomen.

"Fine" she said, "But you will follow all of my directions. Make one mistake and I will kick you out of my kitchen" the laughter in her voice lifted his spirit just like the first time he ever laid eyes on her.

Both walking towards their cozy cabin, he stopped just before the threshold and turned her to face him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, which still surprised her do to her current waist size, pulled her close and leaned down until their foreheads touched.

"I love you Isabella Marie Whitlock, don't you ever doubt these words, you hear me!" his deep voice now took a huskier sound from how close they were.

"I love you too Jasper, I wouldn't trade us for all the riches in the world."

Unable to resist he captured her lips in his. This kiss was fierce and passionate mixed with desperation, as if should one the let go the other would disappear. His tongue swept across her bottom lip asking for entrance which she freely granted. Even though this kiss was rough and hungry, filled with a desire neither of them knew they had, it was also filled with love and hidden tenderness. A perfect representation of their love, thought Bella.

Carrots forgotten, Jasper picked up Bella bridal style entering the cabin heading to their bedroom. As gently as he could, he laid her down in the middle of the bed, his hands roaming everywhere on her body, squeezing lightly over her supple breast making Bella gasp into their kiss. His hands found the buttons of her dress and as quickly as he could, he undid them, at the same time Bella had both his jacket and shirt off, landing somewhere in the suddenly overheated room.

Their breathing was labored; desperate to be connected in the most intimate of ways their hands were everywhere. Soon enough, it was only Bella in her chemise and Jasper in his drawers. Bella felt Jaspers hands running up her thighs as she licked and nipped at the base of his neck, eliciting moans and whimpers from his chest.

"Make love to me Jasper" she said as she finished pushing down his last article of clothing.

The room was suddenly filled with the sound of her gasps for breath as she felt his fingers entering her hot wet center. Feeling how wet and ready she was, he lifted her chemise and in one swift motion he withdrew his fingers and entered her.

They both sighed at the feeling of being so completed by each other. Jasper started slowly thrusting in and out of his wife's tight insides, as she wrapped her legs around his waist making him go deeper. They were both so close to the edge, panting, unable to form coherent thoughts. Just as they were about to fall of the edge together they whispered 'I love you' and…

Jasper and Bella both woke up with a start, panting for breath, unable to form rational explanations for what they had dreamt, unaware that just a few miles away the other was doing the exact thing.

~*~

Isabella Swan tried her hardest not to think about the handsome blonde, but when he kept plaguing her dreams. Not all being as explicit as that first but all being suggestive as to her growing feelings toward the young Whitlock.

Her mother was out again for the third time that week without explanation, leaving Bella suspicious of her whereabouts. Though Bella was not about to confront her, the air in the house was still tense since she had forbidden her daughter from making contact with her only friend. Jasper, apparently had also decided to ignore her, for she hadn't heard from him since that fateful afternoon. She feared he would think her some kind of whore for being so forward, but when she thought it through, like the educated woman she was, she had to admit that the same desire she felt as they leaned closer was reflected in his eyes. Then the dream she had gone over the dream so many times, Bella was positive she could give the exact measurement of each carrot she plucked. It was difficult to sort out the feelings that passed through her when she felt Jasper behind her, his body molding to hers; or the unequivocal happiness when she looked at where his hands rested and saw her protruding stomach, ripe with their child.

She kept telling herself he was her friend. She shouldn't want to be his wife and bear his child. They barely knew each other, she was keeping secrets from him that she was not ready to share and she was positive that even as composed as he seemed to be, Jasper had his own mystery hidden behind those light blue orbs.

No, she would not dwell on what could have been in life. No matter how much the woman infuriated her, she would not disobey her mother. She would just have to bear life, enclosed in the small little library in the house, escaping to worlds were love triumphed. Never admitting to anyone, including herself, that the main couple in the story took the forms of Jasper and herself each and every time.

~*~

It was past supper, his parents having retreated for bed already, and Jasper just sat staring at the ceiling of his bedroom pondering. He had worked in the stables today, helping groom the horses and clean out the stalls. He often did this to relieve his stress, and his father had started talking to him about joining the army as soon as he was of age. Adding even more to the insurmountable list of tasks he had to consider for his future.

While his mother had not brought up the subject of Bella and her mother again, she was getting more suggestive towards him finding a suitable girl for himself. What she didn't know, was that for the last two weeks he had been plotting on a rendezvous with Bella. The obstacle was that he never had the chance to ask her. No way to slip a note to her, or whisper a location and time.

It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her, twice his mother had sent him on an errand in town and he had spotted her; but as soon as he made eye contact, she would disappear with her oblivious mother. He spotted Renee more often than Bella, and the glares she would send his way would make even the bravest men cower in fear and cover their family jewels.

Plotting was becoming incredibly difficult with each passing second and with his parent's insistence, he was slowly going insane. Unable to stay lying on his bed, he found his way to the immense office his father would occupy while at home.

He walked directly to the giant bookcase and grabbed the first one his hand could reach. As soon as he took a seat in an overstuffed leather chair, he looked down and had an overwhelming urge to laugh and cry at the same time. In his hands was not just any book, but Shakespeare's tragic romance Romeo and Juliet. What were the odds?

Resigned to fate he read for the rest of the night until his eyes were barely able to stay awake and words were no longer in their corresponding order.

~*~

Another week passed. Both teenagers fell more into depressive states. Bella hardly said two words to her mother. She would follow orders and when left alone she would read or work around the house. Other than that, she was a shell of the girl that had spent an afternoon with Jasper Whitlock.

While Jasper was deep in thought, you could compare him for a general preparing for a major attack. After a long and hard process his plan of action was set into motion.

~*~

At that very moment, one Isabella Swan was opening her door to a messenger. He handed her a waxed sealed note with no return address, just "Miss Bella "written in impeccable script.

Her heart rate increased, maybe it's a friend of mother's inviting me to tea she thought unconvincingly. She turned the envelope over and ran her hands over the wax seal. There was no imprint in it. It was now or never. Maybe he just wanted to exchange mail… but she knew even then, that was out of the question as she remembered her mother's exact words. "You are to not have any contact with them!"

All this time she was wasting, her mother could walk through the door any second and snatch the letter right out of her hand. Then she would never learn its contents. Now or never she thought as she ripped the seal with her finger, unfolded the piece of paper, and started reading.

My dearest Bella,

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she!

Please my fair Juliet, leave your window open two nights from this, I have to... no need to see you. Don't let others define you, that is not the Isabella I have come to adore.

Till we see each other again,

Your Romeo

Bella could not believe he had quoted Shakespeare. He had obviously thought ahead and failed to mention his name, but she new it was her Jasper.

Look at me, my Jasper? No I cannot, she thought to herself.

He had given her the option, yet at the same time, she felt her heart had already decided. It was just a matter of her head agreeing.

It would only be one visit, and then I let him know it can never happen again.

Yes, she thought, that would be the prudent solution.

~*~

Two nights passed in a blur, but to both Jasper and Bella it felt like an eternity. Jasper's anxiety about whether or not she had accepted his proposal, and Bella's anticipation to see him again made time pass exceedingly slow.

Supper passed in both households with the parents discreetly noticing their children's impatient states.

Renee became more vocal than the Whitlocks, chastising her daughter for choking down her food. Saying that was not how she taught her to eat at the table and there was no need to hurry. Believing her to be in a hurry to get back to reading, which aggravated Renee even more.

So there was Bella lying on her bed staring at the ceiling waiting, her candle still lit at her beside table. Not even her books offered an escape to ease her mind.

Meanwhile Jasper had managed to climb out of his second story window without breaking any bones. Here was the hard part of his plan - entering the stable undetected, saddling a horse, and riding out without anyone hearing or seeing him. He crept very quietly towards Leroy, his favorite, while constantly soothing him. Jasper managed to strap the saddle on without too much ruckus from him or the other horse.

He contemplated bringing Sally along with him and taking Isabella riding but left the idea for a later date. Once out of the barn he mounted Leroy, and rode off into the woods, unaware that someone was watching his departure.

A/N: Beta'd