A/N: Here it is: the sequel to Misplaced Affections. The story title and the chapter title both come from the song "Safe Unsafe" by The Hush Sound. I hope you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine.

I Saw This One Coming


There had been this sense, this atmosphere that had come over me. It had been there for several days, but had intensified as I lay on Jasper's bed. He paced around the room. I think that he felt it too.

Then, I just knew. I couldn't explain how I knew, but it was as clear to me as 2+2 equals 4 or that the sky—excluding Forks, where it rained unceasingly—was blue. I looked up at Jasper and, at the same moment, he stopped pacing. His deep brown eyes looked back at me.

"Everything is about to change," I said. He nodded.

"Good or bad?" he asked. I bit my bottom lip.

"Both. But I think that it will all work out."

"What about for us?"

I looked at him curiously. We'd been dating for nine months and he had never asked me about the future of our relationship. Something was up.

The vision hit me hard and fast, knocking all traces of air from my lungs. It was clearer than any other vision I had ever had. The others were all muddy and murky, as if I was looking through a glass of pond scum. This, however, was brilliant technicolor.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to readjust, but when they did, I saw only his face. Jasper was next to me on the bed. He held my face in his hands.

"Are you okay? What did you see?" His voice was wrought with concern. The smile bubbling up in me overflowed.

"Yes," I said. Jasper blinked a few times, his mouth turned into a frown. I kissed him.

"It would have been nice if I was able to ask you," he said, pouting.

"You can still ask." He just stared at me. His face looked so incredulous. I had to giggle.

"You already said yes," he said, as if I had already forgotten what I said.

"I thought that you were a romantic, Jasper Hale. Where is your sense of romance?" I asked.

He climbed off his bed, dragging me with him. His eyes magnified his intensity. Carefully, as if I would break, Jasper kissed me. Then, he lowered himself to one knee.

"I love you. I adore you. You are my everything. And I know that I am a better man because you are in my life. I want you for always and for forever. And I really hope that you want me too. Alice Cullen, will you marry me?"


I knocked on the Swan's front door. Charlie answered. He looked confused to see me.

"Bella isn't here," he told me.

"I know," I said. "I came to see to you."

He continued to look confused, but he let me in. Charlie led me into the living room. He sat down in his recliner. I sat on the couch.

"What can I do for you, Edward?"

"I would like to talk to you about something, Chief Swan," I said. He laughed at me.

"You've been dating my daughter for like nine months, Edward. I think that it is okay if you call me Charlie."

"Yes, sir. As you might know, Alice's and my birthday is coming up and I'm going to Chicago to take care of some legal issues--" he interrupted me here.

"Legal issues? You don't have a warrant out for your arrest or anything, do you?" he asked jokingly.

"I'm sure that you've already done a background check and know that I don't even have a parking ticket on my record." He nodded. "I'm going to Chicago. And I want Bella to come with me."

I looked at him. He was thinking "no." More accurately, he was thinking "hell no."

"I don't think that is a very good idea," he said calmly, with only a slight edge in his voice,

"I do realize what I am asking. And I know that you have a gun. I'm trying to be honest and upfront with you. Is there anything I can do to have you reconsider?" I asked.

I was more than convinced that Charlie would suggest my untimely demise. Or castration. One of the two. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Can you tell me a little more about this trip? Legal issues aren't exactly settling." This I could do without physical pain.

"It's nothing serious, Charlie. I just need to take care of some trust fund stuff from my mother and grandparents. And I'm going to visit my father. Alice still doesn't want to see him and she has already signed all the papers. I'm being a little selfish. I want Bella for moral support."

He nodded. I had told him a few months before about my parents. Charlie remembered the case from the news. He was shocked to find out that we were the Masen kids.

"Trust fund?" He whistled. "A lot?"

I laughed and his eyebrows shot up.

"Yes, we will be acquiring a sizable chunk of wealth. It would be enough that neither Bella nor I would have to work for the rest of our lives." I realized what I had said immediately after it came out. It did sound like I was suggesting marrying Bella even though we were both seventeen. The "hell no" look reappeared on Charlie's face.

"I'm going to ignore that comment for now, but we will be talking about it another time. As for this trip, can I have a few days to think about it?"


I stood in the doorway of his bedroom just watching him. He hadn't noticed me yet; he was too enthralled by his Xbox game. Emmett looked so happy, so child-like. And I was about to take that all away from him. I hated myself for it.

"Hey, Em," I said. He didn't even turn to look at me.

"Hey, Beautiful. What can I do you for?"

"We need to talk." I didn't mean to say that—that stereotypical line—but it just came out.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked jokingly, still not looking away from the television screen.

"No," I whispered. "Emmett, look at me." I swallowed hard, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Just a second. Oh. Oh. Die, scum, die!" he yelled at the game.

Emotions ran through me. Anger. Envy. Fear. But I loved him and I realized that I couldn't do this to him.

"I lied earlier. We have to break up."

I turned to walk away/ The sounds from his game stopped. Emmett's hand grabbed my elbow. He turned me around to face him. One look in his eyes and I fell apart. His strong arms encircled me, pulling me to his chest.

"Rosie," he said, using his nickname for me that he knew I hated, but called my anyway. "What is going on? What's wrong?"

He sounded so concerned. It just made me cry harder. I couldn't do this to him.

"You can tell me anything." I shook my head.

"Not this."

"Is it bad?" he aske. I nodded. "Did you cheat on me?" I laughed once.

"I wish that it was that simple." I looked down. He lifted my chin, so that I was looking directly in his eyes. He gulped.

"Oh, God. You're pregnant." I didn't say anything. "You are, aren't you?"


"Is it mine?" he asked.

My jaw dropped. Before I realized what I was doing, I slapped him hard across the face.

"Oh, fuck, Rosalie. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."

I couldn't say anything. I just wiped the tears from my eyes. He frowned.

"A kid? What are we going to do?" I sniffed and pulled away from him.

"We're not doing anything. I'm having a baby."

He looked devastated.

"You don't want me to be a part of the baby's life?"

Tell me what you think. And, also, since I left all the stories hanging, you all get to decide which storyline you want the next chapter to be about. I won't post until I can get an accurate sampling, so it will probably be tomorrow before you get chapter two.