NYC Forever

Chapter 22

Rosalie POV

I knocked lightly on the door. I have to admit I was nervous and scared. But mostly scared. Jasper, Alice and even Emmett have noticed something was wrong. Actually horribly wrong. I took a deep breath, as Jasper opened the door. He left the room, as I walked in, obviously knowing Alice and I needed to talk. He shut the door gently. That was my cue to start babbling.

"Alice, we really need to talk. It's really important," I started. Her face turned from her usual bubbly self, to serious.

"Alice, you must promise not to tell any one, you can't even tell Jasper," I paused, not waiting for her response, I continued, "I pregnant." She was wide-eyed and scared looking, like I just told her a scary story.

"Rose! O my God! That is fantastic news! I want to be the godmother! Even if it's boy, but I highly doubt that it is," Alice gushed. Sheesh! She's a little on the hyper-drunken side today. She stood up, and came over to me. She hugged me briefly, and sent me on my way.

Jasper was waiting in the kitchen. He was staring out the window, no fag in hand, lost in thought. I wanted to sneak up on him, but before I got the chance he acknowledged me.

"Are you done plotting?" He asked without losing focus. Damn, he's good. Not good as in good looking, cause that's totally creepy.

"Yes, I'm am done. Where's Emmett?" I asked. Jasper ignored my question. He finally answered.

"Outside, taking steriods."

Alice POV

Rosalie has just told me the biggest news in today's history. I checked the alarm clock, I was just in time to see Criminal Minds. I plopped down on the bed, and turned the television on. Criminal Minds played in the background, but I didn't watch it. I had too much to think about. I can't tell Jasper what's on my mind- I promised.

Jasper came in, and sat on the bed, sensing something was wrong. I leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around me, holding me close. He didn't smell of smoke, which was a surprise. I was starting to get curious. Jasper kissed my forehead. I shivered. Jasper let go of me for a minute. He shut off the television, right as Dr. Spencer Reid was talking! How dare he!

"What's wrong darlin'?" Jasper asked. I sighed into his chest. I needed to make an excuse.

"I'm just tired," I lied. Jasper released me, and allowed me to move. I got off the end of the bed, and crawled under the covers. Jasper crawled into the covers next to me. We didn't care that we were still in our everyday clothes. Jasper wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes.

The next morning

I awoke, the blazing Hawaiian sun hitting my face. I rolled off the bed, and landed on my butt. I landed with a loud thud. Jasper came running out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his lower half. He rushed to my side, and helped me up. He grabbed my elbow and pulled me (gently) up from the floor.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine. Just a little disappointed that you weren't there to catch me," I replied.

"Sorry darlin'. I'll remember to be there next time." I smiled. He smiled back at me. For once in my life, I've felt whole. I felt dizzy most likely a hang over. But I really don't care. I went to the bathroom, and ran the water.

I got in, the hot water hitting my bare skin. After soaking for a half-hour, I grabbed the shampoo. I massaged my scalp, and rinsed out all of the bubbles. I got out of the shower, and wrapped myself in a towel. I opened the bathroom door, expecting to find the bed made. But nooooooooooo! He didn't make the bed.

I got dressed. Today I was wearing, Cynthia Steffe Adialia Tank, Metro-Park Capri Pants, and red leather pumps. I left my room, and went down stairs.