A/N: Explanation of the outtake is at the bottom of the page because it contains details of what is talked about below. Whatever, just read it after you read the outtake.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, Meyer does.

Outtake

"Why didn't you tell me this last night?" I whispered back and he waited for me to continue. "I was offered a job in New York—I'd be going to Paris," I replied and I felt him pull back. I let off my toes and looked down, biting my lip as he took a step back. I couldn't look up to see his disappointed gaze and retracting emotions. I anticipated that, but I hadn't expected what happened next.

A black velvet box was in the palm of his hand and he opened it to reveal a silver banded ring with a diamond in the center—simple, elegant, perfect. "I'll wait," he replied and I gasped.

I looked up with an obviously stunned look, my mouth agape. After a few seconds, minutes, or hours—I was too stunned to grasp time—he brushed a few strands of hair from my cheek and smiled lovingly. "Will you—" he began, but I cut him off with an ever-excited squeal of a yes before I threw myself at him.

I jumped to my toes, my lips meeting his and my arms wrapping around his neck to pull him close to me. He steadied my outburst with a protective arm around my waist. I felt myself radiating with happiness, too excited and euphoric to move from his embrace, but he pulled back slightly to take my left hand, slipping the ring on my finger.

"Boarding all passengers," the employee called from the door of the boarding ramp. I looked up at Jasper, who pulled away slightly, but I pouted and stood up on my toes to kiss him again. He pulled back, keeping his hands on my hips to pull me back a bit and I shook my head. I didn't get it—didn't this mean I was staying now?

"I couldn't have you go back to New York without my little claim on you," he explained with a childish smirk, his cheeks turning a deep crimson. "Go back to New York, take that opportunity. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you stayed here with me when you can go to Paris," he whispered, his lips brushing my cheek as I grasped a fistful of his shirt, not wanting to let go.

"Why would you do this to me?" I whined and he furrowed his brow, kissing my cheek. "How am I supposed to tell people I met this wonderful guy in a month and we're already engaged?" I complained and he chuckled, hugging me tightly and burying his head into my neck, muffling his laughter. He pressed a kiss there, squeezing me tightly and pulling back. "Long distance relationships never work," I continued to whine, hoping the plane would just leave without me so I'd have a better excuse to stay. Suddenly Paris didn't seem so appealing. "What about long distance engagements? I mean, how am I supposed to keep in touch with you; we're hours apart! Not to mention, we have a wedding to—" He hushed me with a kiss.

"You'll—we'll survive," he replied with a childish dimpled smile. He glanced over my shoulder and loosened his grip on me. "You have to go," he told me quietly as I hugged him tighter. His forehead rested against mine.

"I don't want to," I whispered sadly. He sighed, that tantalizing minty breath warmed me all over, making me shiver. He lifted my chin and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before he pulled back again.

"When you come back from Paris, I'll still be here waiting," he assured me with a sad smile. I cupped his cheek and didn't look away from his emerald gaze. "I love you," he repeated earnestly. I sighed at the tingled feeling those three words gave me and I nodded sadly, looking down and picking up my bag. He pressed another kiss to my lips before kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of his embrace.

"I love you, too," I replied before pulling back, feeling completely empty. He held onto my hand as I walked away, standing still, but childishly not letting it go until I couldn't hold it anymore. I went to give the woman the ticket, being the last one in the area to board the plane. As she took my ticket, I looked back at Jasper, who smiled reassuringly as if promising me again that he would stay. I turned back as the woman handed me my ticket and I looked back a second time as I walked down the ramp.

I eventually had to break his gaze as I boarded the plane, taking my seat in the middle by the window, sitting next to an empty chair and a woman who had already fallen asleep. "Turn off all electronics and eyes front for the safety protocol, folks. We want to get out of here and get to New York without a large delay."

I ignored the different flotation devices, gadgets, gizmos, and seatbelt safety features that the flight attendants were demonstrating in the front of the plane. Instead, I looked down to admire the ring that now shone brightly on my left hand. Giddily, I looked out the window to see Jasper's eyes meet mine in a brilliant loving gaze and my heart ached. He raised an eyebrow, sensing my unease and he mouthed those three words that restarted my heart all over again.

"I love you."

Alright, let me explain this outtake. This was the ending for Chapter 9, but I cut it out because I didn't think it fit. I also tweaked it for the few of you who read it and I probably lost some readers who didn't want a happy ending, but majority rules. Anyway, stay tuned, it's not all happy. I posted this because you all wanted to read it, but I also have to explain this: I am a semi-feminist. I like the whole women working thing and Jasper is a gentleman, so naturally he would want her to go take the job opportunity and would promise to wait for her - romantic stuff. You'll see what I have planned in the next one. Naturally, long distance won't work even in a utopia, so there will be a bit of tension in the sequel. You can review this or not, but I do love your feedback. You can see why I left this out, right? Maybe not. I felt like it was too weird them saying goodbye after they just got engaged and it didn't make sense. I'll explain this better in chapter one of the sequel.

Ignore this outtake... Yeah.