Disclaimer: Don't own it. 'Nuff said. Actually, fiberkitty said we needed to state that we are NOT SM because we kick ass, so, no, we are NOT Stephenie Meyer. If we were, we would have named the kid a hell of a better name than Renesmee

AN: Here it is. We proudly present chapter one of the newest saga from our "To Walk a Mile" universe: Jasper and Alice.

NOTE: This starts right where the epilogue of "To Walk a Mile" stops. If you want to understand ANYTHING about this, you really need to go read/brush up on that story, (Link provided on the vampsoftwatlight profile)

NOTE2: We will be posting this on Friday's normally, we just felt like you guys had waited long enough for this. What can we say? Real life sucks.


Alice POV

I stared at Emmett in wonder. "Emmett. You're a genius."

He laughed. "Yeah, right. You're just saying that because you aren't pissed off at me."

Hmm…okay, so, he had a point there. But seriously? He can get me some of the stuff that changed him and Rosalie? Oh for Jasper and I to be switched just for one day…it was too much to ask. "How did you change back?" I asked warily.

He shrugged. "I have no idea. I mean, we'd done stuff for each other, realized how hard it was to be the other person, but it was when we had sex, that night, we switched back, so really I have no idea."

My shoulders slumped. There was no way I could banish Jasper to this existence. Besides, that stuff may not even be safe for the baby. "Emmett, we can't, not now."

"Why?"

"The baby…" I started.

He shook his head. "This stuff is all natural."

"So is the marijuana you guys smoke." I retorted. "You can grow it in your fucking backyard. But that doesn't mean I want to smoke it when I'm pregnant."

He snorted. "Ali-cat, this doesn't mess with your body. It's all in your head. It's like you…I don't know, switch minds or something. It's weird. Look, talk to Rose. I'm sure it's perfectly safe."

I still wasn't sure.

"Have I ever steered you wrong before?" He asked me.

Oh the ways I could answer that. I shot him a look and he blushed. "Okay, bad choice of words. But I'm serious. You know how much I love ya, Al. I'd never hurt you or your kid, you know that."

I sighed. "Yeah, but…"

"Just go with me to talk to Seth's granddaddy. Just to talk. That's all."

I blew out a breath. It couldn't hurt just to talk to the man. "Okay."

He grinned and hugged me. "Thanks Al. I'll call him and see when we can go over there, okay?"

I nodded somewhat dejectedly. I felt…bad that I was even considering this. But at the same time, I was thrilled with the prospect. I had such an enormous weight on me, and I wasn't talking about the twenty pounds I'd gained either. To have a secret like this…well, Rose was right. I shouldn't be keeping this from Jasper. But he has so much to worry about as it is…if he knew what I was hiding,he'd flip his lid, bust a nut and pass out on me.


Apparently, old man Clearwater was a busy individual. It took us a week to get a quote, "appointment" with him. I guess he was on some kind of tribal council or something, I didn't understand Native American logistics, and to be honest, I didn't really care.

"Does Rosalie know where we're going?" I asked Emmett as we hurried down the road in Rosalie's new SUV.

"Yes, Alice. And she has Jasper busy so he won't ask where you are. This is all on the down-low."

I snorted. "Who are you supposed to be? Snoop Diggity Dog?"

He shot me a look. "If you were your husband, I'd tell you to fuck off."

I laughed out loud. "If you were your wife, you'd do it anyway."

He chuckled. "Alright, small-fry. Just go with me here, okay?"

I gave him a nod as we pulled into the driveway of the old house. Ugh. And I'd have to walk in with my shoes on…I sighed, but followed him up the muddy walk to the door. Emmett knocked and a younger man opened the door. "Dude! You work fast! She's not as hot as the other one, but I wouldn't kick her out of bed either."

Emmett growled. "Shut the fuck up, Seth, and let us in. The little lady needs to get off her feet."

My eyebrow rose. Oh, growly Emmett. Yum. I can see why Rosie likes it when he's gruff. Jasper's hot like that too when he's all protective. Of course, now that I'm knocked up again it's annoying as hell…

I followed Emmett into the house and looked around in distain. Clearly it hadn't received a woman's touch in oh, about a century. I sat on the edge of the chair Emmett directed me to and looked at the ancient face across from us. "What do you seek my child?" He asked me.

I bit my lip. "I, uh, Emmett accidentally got hold of some of the stuff from you, the stuff that changes you into someone else…"

He chuckled. "I see. And you wish for some?"

I nodded. "I love my husband, very much. But…he doesn't understand how hard it is to be me. He can't grasp the concept of all the things I do…all the worries I have…"

"And you think his life is so much easier?" The old man asked me.

"No! I know his life isn't easy…I just…I want him to respect what my life is all about."

The old man sighed. "This is why we do not tell of our ancient medicines. The pale faces come in and want it."

"Pops," Seth said from the doorway he was propped up on. "They're good people. Give 'em a chance."

The older man sighed. "So, you want him to experience pregnancy, childbirth?"

I paused and tentatively nodded. "Is it…safe, for the baby?"

The old man chuckled. "You are not the first pregnant woman to come to me."

Emmett's eyes grew wide. "She's not?"

"Of course not. For many moons the women in our tribe have used this medicine to give their men a taste of how rough life can be for them."

Emmett shivered. "I'm so fucking glad that Rosalie didn't find out about this…"

I laughed. "Why, Emmett? Afraid?"

"Terrified." He admitted.

I laughed. "Will you help us Mr. Clearwater?"

He nodded. "I'll do it."


Emmett dropped me off at Bella's house where she helped me make dessert for myself and Jasper. I was not good with pastries, and I had to make sure I made something that Reagan wouldn't eat. That would be complicated to explain if she ended up switching with one of us, so Bella whipped up some Key Lime Pie tarts, taking great care to put the pulverized herbs only in my two. "Are you sure about this, Ali?" She asked me. "I know you're under a lot of pressure with the secret and I just…"

I shook my head. "Bella, I just…I love Jasper. So much it hurts. But I can't stand how he's been lately. I know he's under a lot of stress at work. I understand how hard it must be for him to be worrying about this business…I just want him to see that he needs to be home. I need him home. I don't need him worrying and fussing and bitchy."

"And having him in Bitchy Alice's body is going to make him see…what?"

I blew out a breath and rubbed my stomach after receiving a particularly strong blow. "Look, if you don't want to help me…"

"Fuck, Alice. Of course I do. I can see what this is doing to you two. You guys are like…" She sighed and sat down next to me, grabbing my hand. "If Emmett and Rosalie are the sexual ones, and Edward and I are the prudes, you and Jasper have always been the soulmates, the best friends, the ones that defied logic. Your relationship is more than just husband/wife. You're like…an island out at sea. The whole world could spontaneously combust around you but as long as you two have each other, that's all you need."

I sniffled as silent tears fell. I used to think that. But now…he was always gone and this pregnancy, while much easier than Reagan's, was still tough on my body. After this, I knew we were through, no matter what. I just hoped I'd get through these next few weeks without bed rest. Jasper thought bed rest would be so much fun. I'd have my girls come over, give me mani's and pedi's, they would take turns watching Reagan and/or we'd sit and watch fucking lifetime movies all damn day. But that wasn't the way it went. Life didn't happen like that.

"I just want my Jazzy back." I whispered. "And if it does for him and me what it did for Rose and Emmett, then I'm all for it."

She sighed and kissed my cheek. "Okay. If you're sure."

I hugged her tightly, and then called for my daughter, who Bella had watched while Emmett and I were out on our errand. "Reagan! Come on, honey! Help Anthony clean up and let's go home."

She raced into the room only moments later. "Is Daddy going to be home for supper?"

I sure as hell hope so, I thought.

And he was, pulling into the driveway just as I pulled the chicken pot pie, his favorite, from the oven. "Mmm-mmm! Ali! It smells good in here." He said as he walked in the door.

"Daddy!" Reagan called as she raced to him. He scooped her up and kissed her before kissing me lightly as well.

I smiled. "Thank you."

"What's the occasion?" He asked, almost worriedly.

I laughed at that. Typical Jasper was worried he'd missed something. He never forgot dates and things, he was just wired differently than Emmett, who Bella and I had to remind of every event that had ever happened in his and Rosalie's life. "Nothing, sweets, just wanted to do something nice for you. I know how hard you're working and all…"

He nodded. "Let me clean up and I'll be right back, okay?"

I nodded, rubbing my stomach. I felt a little bit queasy and it had nothing to do with the pregnancy.

I don't know how I did it, but somehow I managed to make it through dinner and helping Reagan with her nighttime routine, getting her tucked into bed before I made my way back to the kitchen. He had cleaned up the dishes and I could hear the TV playing from the family room. No doubt he had turned on something after he'd said his good nights to our daughter.

I pulled out both tarts from where I had hidden them in the fridge, grabbed a beer for Jasper, a glass of milk for me and made my way into the living room. "Want a treat?" I asked.

His eyes lit up. "Bella's key lime tarts? Wow. How did you talk her into giving them over?"

I shrugged. "She owed me a favor."

"Thanks, darlin', really." He took the tray from me and sat it on the coffee table. "Sit with me? Snuggle?" He asked.

My heart caught. It was so rare that we got to sit down and just relax. "Okay, I'd like that."

He had on some special about the civil war, one of his favorite pastimes. I sat next to him on the sofa and he handed me my glass of milk, my tart, and…bless him, even my newest copy of Vogue. I had forgotten to check the mail today. He then slid a bit away from me and picked up my feet, rubbing them.

I sighed. This was the way it was supposed to be. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do. I watched him hungrily devour his tart and look longingly at mine. I smirked and took a big bite out of it. I chewed thoughtfully. It didn't taste any different, even though I knew the herbs were in there. At least, I hoped they were in there. Oh God, what if Bella and Edward got them instead? I was going to be so fucking pissed…

The show went off and Jasper said, "Come on, sugar. Let's get you to bed." I hadn't even noticed I'd dozed off as he had continued to rub my feet.

I blinked and looked at him. "Jazz?"

"Yeah, come on, sweetness."

I came awake fully and looked down. My huge pregnant belly stared back at me. It didn't work. I could have cried. In fact, the waterworks started.

"Ali? What's wrong, baby?"

"I…I don't know!" I sobbed.

He gave me a little half-smile and pulled me up. "Come on, let's get you to bed, okay?"

I nodded. "O-okay." I hiccupped.

He led me up the stairs and sat me on the bed, tugging at my dress he had already scooted up my hips. His breath caught. "My God but you're beautiful."

"No I'm not," I whispered. "I'm fat."

"You're pregnant. With my child. You couldn't be more beautiful if you tried, sweetie." His lips found my neck and started suckling gently as his hands traveled to unclasp my bra.

"Jazz…"

"Alice…" He whimpered as he laid me down. He slipped my panties from my body and gently rolled me to my side, the only position I was comfortable enough with to make love in now that I was so far along. He stood, removing his clothing quickly enough before he was back, kissing my stomach on his way up to my breasts.

"Oh, Ali, baby…" He whispered against my skin.

"Jasper…please…"

He spooned up to me then and entered me slowly. I moaned at the sensation. It felt so good, like coming home. I bucked my hips and he hissed as he slowly started to move. "Alice…you feel so good."

"You do too," My voice was just a breath in the dark.

We continued to rock slowly and he took his time bringing me to climax twice before he let himself go. I felt his breath hot on my neck as he kissed it. His tongue ghosted over my ear as he wrapped his arms around me. "I love you so much, Alice. Never forget that, okay?"

I was too overcome with emotions, so I just nodded. "I love you too," I replied once more. I felt him doze off, his breathing going deeper and I blew out a breath. Now that I'd come out of my post-orgasmic high, my mind went into overdrive.

Why didn't it work? I thought it happened after Em and Rosalie fell asleep. Maybe we both need to sleep. Maybe it's the stroke of midnight… I glanced at the clock. 11:58. Okay, I can wait. I started tapping my foot against the sheet as I watched the clock. It seemed to take an eternity before it read midnight. Did it work? I felt down, hoping for something, anything…but all I felt was my stomach. Shit. This isn't going to work. Part of me felt bad that I had even stooped so low as to do this to Jasper, but the other part of me wanted him to know for just a few days what it was like…what I went through…

Finally, exhaustion, worry, and pregnancy took over and I fell asleep.


Jasper POV

I laid in the dark, catching my breath from the fantastic love making I had just shared with my wife. And that is exactly what it was, love making. I had wanted so much to reassure her how much she means to me.

Ever since I had seen her sitting on that bench in the college quad, absentmindedly chewing on the end of her pencil, I had been entranced. She was like some magical fairy. I knew from that moment she was my soul mate, my other half, the yin to my yang. I knew she would be mine.

I had walked right up to her and let my Texas drawl take over. I mean, that was my hook. Emmett had the body to make girls drool and Edward, with his fuckin' sex hair and crooked grin, could make a woman drop her panties without even trying. But me, I was all about the southern charm. I could usually make a girl cream her panties when I started calling them 'darlin'.

"Hello there, darlin. My name's Jasper, what's yours?"

"Alice."

"Well, Alice, I was wondering if you would like to grab some lunch with me?"

She looked up from her sketch book through the longest eyelashes I had ever seen and gave me a seductive smile.

"Actually, Jasper, how about we skip lunch and go straight to dessert? This pencil isn't nearly as satisfying as you would be in my mouth."

That had shocked the shit out of me, but who I was I to say no? We had been together ever since. Now here we were fixing to have another daughter.

My girls. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed to find out we were having a girl again. I think it is normal that a man wants a son to carry on his name, play sports with. But I loved my daughter and my wife. And if I was destined to be the only man in a house full of females then so be it. I would just live vicariously through Em and Edward's boys.

I felt Alice shifting in the bed beside me. Damn she was antsy. And this pregnancy wasn't helping any. She felt like the house had to be absolutely spotless. Not to mention that she was trying to get Reagan used to the idea of being a big sister. She didn't want her to feel neglected with all the baby activity going on.

It seems like the last few months we had just been ill at each other all the time. I was ecstatic to finally be away from Hale Architecture, but being with Rose and Emmett made me feel like I needed to prove my worth. I came into our firm a full partner with not so much as a dime of my own money invested. So I made up for it my own way. I worked late. Took on extra projects and assignments to give Rose and Em some alone time and in doing so I was not home as much as I wanted to be.

She just couldn't understand how important it was for me to carry my own weight. I was a military brat, never staying in one place for long. My father, although not particularly loving, did instill a strong work ethic in me. I knew when Alice agreed to marry me she was marrying beneath her social stature. I made a mental promise to myself that my family would never want for anything. And they hadn't. Well at least nothing that was a necessity. She still insisted on going to Daddy Brandon for the items I deemed extravagant. A fact that had led to our last big fight.

She wanted to buy all new furniture for Rose and Emmett's new baby. Bella and Edward were going in on halves, but even at that, it was a hell of an expense. It just wasn't in the budget right now. I almost relented, just because it was Alice and I would do anything to make her happy. But then she had informed me she already told Bella we would do it. I mean what the hell? What happened to discussing large purchases before they were bought? So I had put my foot down and said no. And what did she do? She asked her daddy for the money. And now we had a whole nursery of boxed furniture waiting for Rosalie's shower. That shit did not go down well. I mean, if she could have just waited a few months we could have gotten the money together. But noooo she wanted them bought fucking now. She never could wait for anything...

All I wanted now was to get through the next few weeks. I had been trying to convince Alice that if she would just stay in bed more, the rest of the pregnancy might be easier. But she was having none of it. And then tonight she had made my favorite dinner and dessert. She was just trying to stretch herself too thin. Why does she not understand that all I wanted was her and our baby safe and sound?

I felt her shift and sigh one more time. She was obviously having a hard time going to sleep. It had been getting progressively worse the bigger she got. No wonder, considering she looked like she had swallowed a watermelon.

I let my mind wander back to our college days as I fell into a deep sleep.


I awoke the following morning from a night full of lust filled dreams. Damn I'm horny! It seemed like my hormones were in overdrive.

I decided that since Alice had gone to so much trouble to make me a nice dinner, then the least I could do was return the favor with breakfast in bed.

I made my way to the kitchen to start the coffee maker. Ohhh! What was that? It was like a sharp pain right in my lower abdomen. And why do I have to pee so badly? It is as if a bowling ball was sitting on my bladder. And the heartburn. I never get heartburn. But here I am with a fire burning in my chest.

The pain of the heartburn overruled my desire to take a leak, so I made my way to the kitchen where we kept most of our medications. And for some reason, Alice insisted on keeping the Pepto-Bismol in the fridge. I never had figured that one out.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I am some kind of fucking uncomfortable! Damn, I hope this is not what old age is going to be like. If it is, just cart me out right now.

I shuffled over to the fridge to grab the pink concoction when I felt that same sharp pain in my stomach, but now it is on the other side. I ran my hand down to touch the sensitive spot.

What the fuck?

Why in the fuck is my stomach so big? And what are those - boobs? Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

"Alice!" I screamed as I ran to the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror and saw Alice's pixie face staring back at me.

"Alice! Oh God, Al. Hurry!"

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the reflection staring back at me. I heard the gasp from the other side of the door as I slowly turned to see my lanky frame.

"Jazz?"

"Alice, what is…? I mean… what the hell? Am I in your body?"

I watched as a strange expression crossed her, I mean, my, face. It almost looked like guilt.

"I think so Jasper. I'm in your body and you're in mine."

"It's not possible. We must be dreaming." This is like some freaky shit off a movie I thought to myself as another pain hit my side. "Shit that hurts!" I winced.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked as she came and placed her…I mean… my, I mean, fuck… hands on her stomach.

"I guess. I have just been having these sharp pains all morning, and I have terrible heartburn. Not to mention I am horny as fuck."

She looked at me for a moment and an evil smile crept upon her, I mean, my, lips.

"Welcome to the wonderful world of pregnancy."


AN2: Was it as good for you as it was us? LOL…don't forget to leave love on the way out the door. It's the only payment we get, and Twilightmom has four kids, so she has to work even harder than I do to get her stuff written.

Special thanks to the lovely fiberkitty for being our MASTERbeta. Love ya girl!