"Aliceeeeee! Why do you feel the need to buy a million outfits every time we go out somewhere?" Jasper whined as he tried to find enough appendages to carry all the bags his wife had accumulated.
"That's what girls do." Alice sang as she kissed him quickly on the nose. "Besides, these clothes aren't for me. They're for Bella. Edward wants to make sure she has a full wardrobe at our house for when he goes hunting and I kidnap her."
"Still, you do this every time we're out. I swear, you know all the clerks at Gucci by name." A man who overheard their conversation nodded his head and rolled his eyes. Jasper grinned when he felt the sympathy roll off the man.
"Would you like some cheese with that whine, Jazz? I love you with my whole being, but if you don't stop complaining, I'm going to strangle you with your own intestines." Alice smiled wickedly at him before turning into another store. Jasper dropped the bags to the floor and grabbed her arm.
"Oh no you don't. If you get anything else, we won't be able to fit in the Porsche."
Alice was silent for a moment, her expression pensive. "First, if you don't let go of my arm, you're going to pull back a bloody nub. Second, we'll be fine. Third, if it will make you feel better, we can run everything home first. And last, I'm not done shopping, and we'll need to stay inside tomorrow. Do you want another Bella Baseball day?"
Jasper shuttered at the memory of the massive waves of lust, desire, and sexual frustration his little, human, soon-to-be sister-in-law had been putting out. His sighed and grabbed the bags off the floor. "Okay, but just two more stores. You can't buy out the whole store, and you so owe me."
His little pixie clapped her hands and hugged him tight. "Thank you, Jazzy! I promise to make it up to you."
As they walked out to the bright yellow Porsche, Alice suddenly stopped and smiled.
"I love you, Jazzy." Were the first words out of her mouth after that smile.
He stopped putting the bags in the trunk, closed the Porsche up, and leaned against the back. "I love you too, even when you go way overboard shopping."
She leaned against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, setting his chin on the top of her head, something that their height difference normally didn't allow but for his leaning against the Porsche. "Good, because I know exactly which store to go to."
She disentangled herself and led him by the hand to a store where musky smells and delicate pink lace poured out of every inch. Victoria's Secret.
Jasper gulped, both at the lust of the guys already in the store, and of the genuine lust he was going to be feeling when his wife led him inside.
She grabbed something off the shelf too quickly for him to see and went straight for the dressing rooms in the back. "Alice, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"Silly Jazzy, you can't die."
"Whoever thought that obviously hasn't been shopping with you."
Her delicate little giggle, like tiny bells over a clear morning, ran out through the store. Jasper's still heart soared with love before saying, "Well? Are you going to put that on?"