Five years later…
I'm twenty-two now and Jasper is twenty-four. We're still together. We've had our few fights, but I always remember the first one we had, when he stayed out on the porch all night.
We're walking down town and every one is waving at us, asking us how we are. I see Bella across the street with her husband Edward, pushing their one month old son in a baby carriage. We pass by the diner where Jasper works and every one waves out the window at us.
Soon we're in the center of town and we step into the gazebo. It's our favorite place in town to go, other than the place in the woods behind my house. We sit inside and I rest my head on his shoulder. We watch people walking around, greeting each other and going in and out of stores.
Eventually Jasper stands up. He paces around a little and runs his hand through his hair. I smile up at him and he smiles back, seeing nervous. I quirk an eyebrow and tilt my head.
"What's wrong honey?" I ask.
"Nothing," Jasper says, "Everything will be fine… I can do this… it'll be great."
Towards the end it seems like he's talking to himself more than to me. I stand up and cross the distance between us. I put my hand on his shoulders and look up at him. I kiss him and he smiles at me. Then he takes a step backwards.
"Alice," Jasper says. Then he takes both my hands in his and before I know it he isn't standing anymore. Now, he's kneeling in front of me… on, one knee.
"Jasper," I whisper. He lets go of my right hand and fishes through his pocket. Then he pulls a small box out and opens it. He holds it up, still holding my left hand.
"I've thought of every way I could do this," he says. I cover my mouth with my free hand and feel tears welling up in my eyes.
"I just wanted it to be perfect and romantic," he says. "But I'm no good at that kind of stuff. I just love you so much Alice and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what. Will you marry me, Alice?"
"Jasper," I say, shaking my head and looking around me. People have stopped what they're doing and they're watching us. I feel the tears over flow and run down my cheeks.
"Yes, Jasper, yes, I'll marry you," I say.
One year later…
"I can't do this, Daddy!" I say, pacing back and forth. I pass a full length mirror and stop and look at myself. Today's the day, I'm wearing my dress and my hair and make up is done.
"You can do it, Ali," my dad says. He has just walked into the room to tell me that there's only five more minutes and to say I'm nervous is an understatement.
"Thanks, Daddy," I say, hugging him. We leave the room and before I know it, he's walking me down the aisle. Well, it's not exactly an aisle, more like a white carpet.
The whole town wanted to come to the wedding. Then there were family members that had to come in from out of town. The church would have been too small. So, the center of town was closed and the street cleared. It's a beautiful spring day and everything looks perfect. There's a long white carpet going all the way up to the gazebo, where Jasper is waiting with the preacher. He smiles at me and it's the happiest moment of my life.
Two years later…
"I'm going to die!" I'm yelling.
"Alice," Jasper says, "take deep breaths."
"This is all, your fault, Jasper Whitlock!" I say.
"That's a tad bit cliché sweet heart," Jasper says as I clasp his hand and squeeze it.
"Oh, shut up," I say.
"Okay, Alice," Doctor Cullen, Edward's father, says, "It's time for you to push. Okay? Ready? And…. Go, push."
"Come on, Ali, push," Jasper says. I glare at him and he stops talking and lets me squeeze the crap out of his hand.
Finally I hear him; my baby boy. My head tips back onto the pillow. My breathing is ragged and I know that it isn't over yet.
"Alice, just one more time," Dr. Cullen says. I lift up my head and see the nurses cleaning my son off and know that soon they'll be cleaning off his twin. I push again, this time I let Jasper babble on all he wants.
"Push, Alice, come on," he says. I can hear the nervous-ness in his voice. "Come on, darling you can do it… oh… oh there's the head. Just one more push, Ali." Then I hear her, maybe baby girl.
"Alice, she's beautiful, they're both beautiful. Oh Alice," Jasper says, he kisses me and continues gushing. I just close my eyes and smile. Before I know it my babies are being handed to me.
"I love you," Jasper says.
"I love you," I say, smiling up at him.
"What'll we name them?" he asks.
"I was think Lucille and Brady?" Jasper suggests, sounding nervous.
"I love it," I say, "We can call her Lucy, too."
"That's perfect," Jasper says.
Five years later…
"Brady! Stop pulling your sister's hair!" Jasper yells. "Lucy, don't throw dirt at your brother."
The twins are running around in my parent's front yard. It is summer and Jasper are visiting for a week and staying in the guest house.
"Hey," Jasper says, walking up the front porch steps and sitting next to me.
"Hi," I say, smiling.
"How is she?" he asks, rubbing my stomach. I roll my eyes and look down. In a little more than a month I'll have another baby girl.
"Restless," I say. Jasper laughs and kisses me.
"All of your kids are like this," I complain.
"Da!" a little voice yells.
"Speaking of all my kids," Jasper says with a smirk. He stands up just as our two year old son barrels out the front door.
"Max!" Jasper yells, picking him up and swinging him around. I smile, watching the two of them.
Lucy and Brady both have Jasper's blonde, curly hair. However, they have my green eyes. Max has my dark hair and Jasper's blue eyes. I love all three of them so much.