Everyday Moments Of Perfection

A/N: Hey… well, you seemed to like the fluff from last chapter! I have some news though; recently I just posted a new AxJ story, and, reading the guidelines, discovered something I had previously missed, which was that apparently, we authors are not allowed to post review replies in story chapters or the story might get reported and deleted. I really would like this story to not get reported/deleted, so I don't know… I should probably stop replying in the A/N's to reviews and I might have to delete the ones from previous chapters. Rest assured, though, I appreciate every single one, and you will still receive a personal review reply from me.

On a happier note, I have posted the first chapter of my full-length AxJ story! It's called Siren's Call, and you will find it on my profile. :)

So, yeah, thank you very much to everyone who reviewed, even if I can't thank you individually.

This one is quite a fluffy one as well. It's about flowers, and Jasper and Alice's messages through them. ;)

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~ Alyssum – Worth beyond beauty. ~

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A cloud of alyssum surrounded them as they lay in a field in its native land of India. Alice stroked a few petals, which seemed to draw back slightly at the chill of her hand. Jasper wrapped his arm around her waist, propped up on one elbow, and just watched her as she surveyed the yellow flowers all around.

Jasper bent down and kissed her cheek, making her giggle. She brought the hand that was caressing the flowers over to touch his neck, before pressing a kiss to the marbled flesh. He reached over her, and plucked a single flower from a bunch. As he was about to draw his arm back, Alice laughed playfully, hooking her arm around his and rolling him over until she was lying above him, resting on his chest.

Jasper's laugh was deep, and made his upper body rumble. Alice pressed her cheek to his torso, feeling the vibrations.

Jasper lifted his hand, and stroked Alice's other cheek with the yellow flower. As she moved her hand up to brush his, Jasper placed the little flower in her palm.

"Worth beyond beauty," he mused. "Alyssum… Alice… looks like it was made for you, darlin'."

Alice smiled, and Jasper kissed the top of her head.

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~ Aster – Love; daintiness. ~

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Jasper sat in the audience; just as amazed and captivated as everyone else. His little Alice was on the stage, taking part in a recital of Swan Lake. Jasper remembered when Alice had told him she was going to take up ballet. At first he had wondered why—all she would do was make all the other dancers' jealous with her perfect grace. But he recognised the feeling of wanting to at least try and fit in—or to shine in the mortal world. To make people love her, not instantly be fearful.

She pirouetted in synchronicity with the other dancers, yet hers was easily the most graceful and fluid of them all. She leaped, making a perfect horizontal line with her legs. Jasper felt the rays of happiness and sheer joy emanating from her and it influenced his own emotions, making him beam.

At the end of the performance, when the dancers were being presented, Alice's presence brought the loudest and longest applause of them all.

After the encore, Jasper waited in Alice's dressing room. She entered, laughing with someone, saying goodbye as they went to the next door. She grinned when she saw Jasper, and closed the door, saying, "You look so handsome in a tuxedo. I should take you to the theatre more often."

Jasper smiled, and kissed her, before pulling out a small bunch of purple flowers with orange and black centres.

"Aster," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers, "For the most graceful ballerina of them all."

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~ Calendula – Joy. ~

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Alice lay back on her bed, sighing, a contented smile on her face. She could hear Jasper walking around downstairs, and she giggled slightly in anticipation as she heard him walking towards the stairs. Alice looked out the window, seeing the faint light of dawn start to pour in through the windows, illuminating the room. But this was no ordinary dawn. This was Alice and Jasper's anniversary—the anniversary of the day they met. The day that Alice's waiting finally paid off, and the vampire of her dreams walked into that diner.

The door to the bedroom opened, and Alice's breath hitched as Jasper stepped forward, into the stream of sunlight. Immediately, his skin was illuminated, the flesh coming to life and dancing on his skin; a million coalescing crystals.

He started to step forwards, but Alice whispered, "Wait."

Jasper stopped in his tracks, and Alice rose from the bed, coming to join him in the sunlight. She looked down at her hand, joining with his, illuminating like a diamond. Were any outsider to look upon them, they would later swear they saw two angels embracing.

Jasper brought out his other hand, whispering, "Happy anniversary."

In his hand was his first present; a single calendula, bright and bold; similar in appearance to a marigold, the sun made its orange petals shine even brighter.

Jasper looked slightly wary, as Alice took it from his hand. "It isn't a rose—but roses are too easy. They symbolise love… but this is…"

"Joy," Alice whispered. Jasper looked slightly surprised that she knew that.

"I've read most of your books, Jasper. Don't look so surprised," she laughed.

Jasper kissed her forehead. "I thought it was more appropriate. Before you, I had no hope. Not a shred of happiness, but," He took her hand in his. "The second you took my hand… you were pure joy personified, and you have brought it into every second of my life since. Thank you."

Alice was so moved she could hardly speak. She stood on tiptoes and brought her lips to Jasper's for a slow, sensual kiss that lasted for minutes, though it seemed hours to them.

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~ Helenium – Tears. ~

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Alice was racked with sadness. Jasper could feel it like an icy dagger in his heart, and he felt helpless as he just held her close to him, trying to take away her pain, all her pain. A day had passed since Alice had found out the truth about her past—about James. She just silently shook in Jasper's strong arms, while he did everything he could to console her. They had spoken about it, but speaking would not help her. She needed to grieve, to mourn… to cry.

But she could not.

Jasper cursed vampirism. It had many advantages, but one of the most abhorring disadvantages was the absence of tears. Jasper understood the need to cry, the need to let out emotion… otherwise it bottled up inside. He knew the utter truth in the phrase, "A good cry and you'll feel a lot better". That had been taken from Alice.

After a while, Alice's sobs subsided, but Jasper knew that her misery was no less potent than it had been a few hours ago. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and whispered, "One minute. I love you."

Alice nodded, though her eyes were cloudy. Jasper kissed her cheek, sending a wave of love, compassion and peace through the touch of his lips.

True to his word, he was gone for only a minute, but when he returned, he held a single flower in his hand. It was quite large; yellow and red with a small bulb of brown seeds in the minute. Alice looked on with slight confusion; her botanical knowledge not coming into play in her despair.

Jasper sat down next to her and offered her the flower. She took it as he explained, "Helenium."

Alice whispered, "Tears…"

"Since you cannot mourn properly," he said, holding her other hand, "They will cry for you."

He felt some of Alice's moroseness seep away as she held onto the flower, though being careful not to crush it.

Jasper held her close as the flower cried.

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~ Snowdrop – Hope ~

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Jasper was despairing. He had slipped… for only the second time since he had met Alice. He felt so ashamed, the emotion coursing through every single part of his body. He waited in the house, for Alice to return. He knew she would have seen it… she was watching over him so carefully, but not even she could have prevented it. It had happened in a split-second; the breeze was blowing in exactly the wrong direction, the wrong person was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Everything was wrong. Jasper didn't see how anything could be right again. How could he even look at Alice, knowing that he had betrayed her like that? She had trusted him, and he had failed her. That, to Jasper, was inexcusable.

He waited, downcast, until he heard her footsteps. He was so distraught, he didn't notice what was in her hand.

She rushed towards him, her face and emotions full of pity, and self-hatred at not being able to help him. Sorrow for his sorrow, pain for his pain.

Jasper looked up and met her gaze, feeling unworthy as his now-crimson eyes met her innocence golden ones.

And he told her what he had done.

Half an hour later, Jasper was cradled in Alice's arms as they just sat, saying nothing. They didn't need to say anything, until Alice broke the silence. "I believe in you, Jasper."

Jasper just looked at her as she stretched out her hand, giving him what lay within. Wordlessly, Jasper took it. It was a single snowdrop, the drooping, bell-shaped bud brightening when it was released from the confines of her palm. Jasper understood at once, and he gave a small smile.

She had given him hope.

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~ Viscaria – Will you dance with me? ~

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Alice didn't see him watching from the staircase.

She laughed to herself, as the intricate piano music spilled from the hi-tech stereo system that was embedded in the walls of the Cullen's living room. She twirled around, and Jasper was once again captivated by her unearthly beauty, that, to him, could not possibly be matched. She swayed from side to side, lost within the notes and the melody of the music. She rose up on the very tips of her toes and leaped to the side, humming the tune as she danced.

Alice pouted slightly as the song came to an end. She drifted over to the CD player, removing the piano music. Instantly, she was a blur, as she sighed. The CD she wanted she had left at Bella's house.

Jasper smiled, and eyed the door, but Alice was already halfway to Bella's house. Jasper had the perfect surprise for when she returned.

Alice came back five minutes later, crossing the room to replace the CD. As the first strands of music began to sound, Alice noticed something different from when she had left.

There, lying on the centre of the mahogany table, was a single purple flower; vaguely star-shaped. Upon closer inspection, Alice identified it as viscaria. It took a few more seconds before she remembered that it meant, "Will you dance with me?"

Alice giggled slightly, turning around to see Jasper sitting on the staircase. Still laughing, she put her hands on her hips in mock-consternation.

"Mr. Hale, precisely how long have you been sitting there?"

Jasper laughed, rising from the staircase. He flitted over to Alice, and took her hands from her hips and into his own. "Just long enough."

He began to hum to the music, and Alice's tinkling laughter rang through the house as they danced.

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~ Daisy – Innocence, loyal love, cheer and simplicity. ~

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"For you," said Jasper, handing her the single white daisy. Alice looked at him questioningly, a smile on her lips. "Why? Did I miss the special occasion?"

"Not unless the special occasion is a Saturday," Jasper laughed.

"Just because I love you," said Jasper simply. Alice smiled, and brought out the object she had been hiding in her other hand. A white daisy.

"I love you, too."

Well, that one was slightly different, but I hope you liked it all the same. Don't forget that I have started my chaptered AxJ story, so go check it out and let me know what you think of it!

Raven. x