CHAPTER 2

Carlisle did many tests, and confirmed the pregnancy shortly. But no one ever doubted Alice. Rose was distraught at first, but came around eventually. Alice had eventually seen a vision of the baby's gender, but wouldn't tell me. The Baby's room was tobe a surprise to me, as It would give away the gender of the baby. I was conveniently taken hunting when Alice went baby shopping, or Carlisle did any testing.

A pregnant Alice made life interesting. She was always craving something. We discovered that this baby was like Renesmee, in the way that it caused my Alice to want the most disgusting thing of all. Human Food. But what she wanted she got, and shortly My Alice was a very chubby stomached mother to be. He baby belly was bigger than she was. This didn't make Alice any less beautiful. It just made her glow.

The one and only worry of mine was the fact that my Alice was a bit af a child herself. Laughing at the simplest thing, pouting when she wanted something, always getting what she wanted, always hyper and happy. But I knew my Alice. And I knew that being a bit of a child only made Alice a better contender for a perfect mother. I was scared, but I should never doubt Alice.

Alice had morning sickness (the vomiting blood) almost everyday for the last 7 months. We had all expected a faster, quicker, less human pregnancy. But we had nothing to base it on. Alice's pregnancy has been perfectly human. Every craving, the trimesters, the growing, the glowing. My little monster was a hormonal rollercoaster, which made me a mess. Every little mood swing had driven me insane and I almost lost it with her millions of times. But I never did. Alice was the most important thing in my life and we would never fight. Over anything. She wanted a Harvey's milkshake? She got two. a massage? How about a masseuse? Any wish was my command.

"Jasper?"

"yes, my little Darlin'?"

"come here!"

she screamed at me. I ran over to her and grabbed her tiny face in my large hands.

"Whats wrong? Are you okay? You want Carlisle?"

She laughed at me and grabbed my hand. "feel." My hand was placed on the side of her stomach, and I felt a tiny movement. It wasn't harsh. It was soft, but it relaxed me completely. This was our baby. Our creation. Our child. Alice kissed her hand then placed it on her mountain of a stomach. The movement got stronger, and Alice hummed a soft tune. A tune recognized as a song I had written for her years ago. I laughed, and the baby kicked my hand. Alice giggled and kissed me.

"my little sweetie seems to have grown attached to it's father!"

I laughed. I wished that she slipped up and had told me if her little sweetie was a boy or a girl. I would be fine with either. A little son, like me. Strong. But sweet and loving like his mother. Smart. And very well trained to be nice to all females. Dark brown curly matted hair on his tiny head, maybe green eyes…like me….or a sweet little daughter…another Alice. I would want her to be her mother exactly. Tiny. Sweet. Loving. Caring….crazy….she would be mostly like Alice I think. But I want her to have a part of me. My Hair. Maybe she would have curly hair…maybe her hair would be blond. But I hoped she was a mini Alice. Either way I was content.

"Hey little Darlin'….or howdy little soldier…" I murmured to Alice's stomach.

"Jasper, im not going to tell you…"

"oh I know."

Alice continued singing to the baby, and the kicking stopped.