NYC Forever

Chapter 8

Jasper POV

I lay down next to Alice. Her tiny arms were cold. I wrapped my arms around her. I could feel her smile. Alice fell asleep; light snores filled the air. I smiled. I finally fell asleep, but unfortunately a faint ringing awaked me. I rolled out of bed, and frantically started looking for the phone. After four rings, I finally found it. "Hello?" I answered. It was Rosalie. "Yes Ma'am," I replied. Rosalie wanted to talk to the sleeping angel. "Want me to wake her?" I asked. Rosalie, being her usual selfish self said yes. I put the phone down and thought of how I were to wake Alice.

I kissed her ear, but all she did was moan, and swat at my face. I decided to go with plan B. I tickled her numerous of times. Her eyes flickered open. "Where's the fire?" She asked, looking around the room. "Nowhere, Darlin'. It's Rosalie, she seems upset," I replied. Alice nodded and took the phone. The conversation lasted for several minutes.

Alice was upset; I could by the look on her face. It hurt to see her upset. "Alice, darlin' what's wrong?" I asked. Alice looked up at me. "Rosalie's dad past away. She asked if we'd go to Rochester with her and Emmett tomorrow," Alice stated. I could think straight. I nodded in agreement. "We're leaving at nine. We'll pick up Rose and Emmett," Alice paused, "We're doing this for Rose and her brother Todd." She finally stopped. I merely nodded.

Alice stifled out a huge yawn, before climbing back into bed. I slid back on the bed, wrapping my arms around her. Alice's light snores filled the room. I closed my eyes, and drifted into a dark dream.

Beginning of Dream

Alice and I were talking. She was huge. She kept rubbing her belly. Emmett came into the picture. "Congrats on being a daddy!" Emmett shouted. The expression on my face was shocked. I should of saw that coming. I screamed.

End of dream

I woke up, sweat covering my face, and my body. Alice stirred beside me. She rolled over; eyes fluttering open. "Jazzy, what's wrong?" Alice asked. Jazzy? That's what my little sister used to call me. "Nothing," I reassured her. She nodded and glanced at the clock. "Holy shit! It's flippin' 8:00!" Alice cursed. I gasped. Alice hurried out of the room. I waited for her for several moments.

Alice came out in an Abercrombie & Fitch Camisole, Connye silk cardigan, J brand skinny jeans, and Christian Louboutin Bianca suede platform pumps. (See links in Profile, also includes Rosalie's travel outfit) In her hands, she carried another outfit for Rosalie. "I have to pack," Alice told me. "I'll help," I offered. Alice nodded, plastering a smile on her face. I followed her into the closet. (See link on Profile). Alice's closet was huge.