** also has an idea from Imagine your OTP
"Hi! I'm a human being! What are you?" Race asks using his annoying voice. We don't see him but, we both know it's him just by the way he climbs trees, rather than pointing out any features. He finally reaches the branch where Jasper and I are sitting as he carefully steadies himself. After just a few seconds we say something.
"We're making a baby, go away." I snap sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him.
"You can't make a baby in a tree," Race smirks, crossing his arms, loosing slight balance on the branch. "Impossible."
"Race, please go away," I mutter for about the millionth time today as he tried to climb our tree. He cocks his head to the side like a puppy and starts to whimper, totally ignoring my statement. I groan slightly and that's all it takes for Jasper to tell Race to get out of our tree, as if he hasn't done so already.
"Fine," he mutters, "Jasper, you better not get her pregnant okay? I don't want to help the landlady with another Callahan kid. If it was an O'Malley kid on Ike's side of the family tree, they would be dead. Ike's portion of his family will die."
"Oh, is your family tree a weeping willow, because I'd be crying if I was related to you too." Jasper snaps.
"You help the landlady with babysitting?" I ask sarcastically, catching Race before he plummets to the ground.
"Sometimes, like if the landlady has to change another kid, I'm there for only like two minutes at a time because I cannot stand the smell of baby. Sometimes Specs is there for thirty minutes, makes sense considering he is one of the most gentle. Also, Elmer stops by sometimes and help when needed, considering he is the youngest of nine." Jasper rolls his eyes on how Race always makes a stupid face when talking about small children. Oh wait, that's his normal face, never mind.
"Hey Race, don't get insulted, but is your personality devoted to spreading ignorance?" I ask uncaringly.
"Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent!" Race jokes as I roll my eyes at him in complete disgust. I lean over to Jasper slightly as I whisper something in his ear.
"Note to self. Race has a mechanical mind; too bad he forgot to wind it up this morning."
Jasper snickers as Race notes that we aren't talking to him for a few seconds as he finally jumps out of the tree, sending a few apples down with him, scooping them up and saving for later. We sit in silence for a few more minutes as the sounds of nature surround us, birds, people; even the fountain that's a couple dozen yards away makes the world seem peaceful.
"So what time is it?" I ask, breaking the silence between us. He smirks as he searches for his pocket watch as I actually have it looped around my skirt, he just doesn't know it.
"I can't find my pocket watch," he exclaims, searching his pockets and belt loop several times, even his hat. "Race must have taken it or something."
"Why would he want to…?" I trail off, playing with the little thing that hangs from the belt. He gives me a smug look as he tries to grab it back.
"Ella, give it back," he whines. Being the naughty person I am, I give him a smug look I learned from Race, I jump out of the tree, thinking fast, I run around Central Park, knowing Jasper will have to chase me down for what he now calls his "baby." Out of breath and panting, I decide to go home and put the pocket watch in my dresser, knowing he will have fun searching me for the tiny thing. I look behind me to see Jasper panting too, but he forces himself to move forward, giving me the strength I need to make it to my apartment. I swing the door open and collapse on the main room floor. Knowing Jasper will be here any minute, or five, I crawl into my bedroom, drop the shiny toy into my dresser and slither into the kitchen, pouring ice cold water into a glass. It wouldn't hurt if I braided my hair and wet it down would it, I thought. There's a knock on the door as I answer it slowly, taking my glass of water, knowing when Jasper sees it he'll probably forget about the pocket watch for a moment's notice.
"Hey Jasper, how are you?" I ask as I swing open the door. He's on his knees and looks like a beggar as I help him to the main room, then going to get him some water. I go to the bedroom and take out the pocket watch, and shake it in front of his face. He reaches up to take it as I pull it away and stick out my tongue.
"Ella," he sighs, "don't be such a Race."
"I'm not being a Race, I think." I say, mock sadness. "I'm not as loud as him either, no one is." Seeing jasper smirk, I roll my eyes and throw his pocket watch at him, he catches it midair and drinks the rest of his water. "Anyways," I say, sitting next to him, " so, back to the topic we talked about some random time ago: a future baby's room."
"Oh okay," he says, sitting up a little taller, "well, I was thinking we could paint the room orange. That's all."
"I was thinking more on the lines of a themed bedroom," I say.
"We could make it orange themed," Jasper snaps proudly.
"That is, no, not happening." I laugh; no one likes oranges when they aren't in season, unless you live in Florida or something."
"Fine then, you're the girl, you do the decorating," he smirks. I roll my eyes as we spit out new ideas; colors and things to hand on the walls.
"So why did you do it?" Jasper asks after we somewhat figure out at least a decent color, a light shade of green.
"What do you mean?" I ask dumbly, wringing my hands on what to say next.
"You took my pock watch," he says playfully, poking my side.
"Okay and?" I giggle.
"It's my baby."
"I thought I was."
"You're my sweetie, not my baby."
"We're planning on having a baby right, like after we get married, then lived together for a while?"
"Sure, why not."
"Well, we just figured out the rest of our lives," I smirk as he wraps his arm around me.
"So, what now?"