Good Things Come in Small Packages
Chapter 21: Just a Dream
A/N: Due to popular demand…you all get another chapter! Be happy!
NOTE: This chapter was partially inspired by Nelly's song, Just a Dream. If you want you should listen to it either during or after to understand.
Emmett's POV (I love his POV)
So Elaina is finally starting to drive her own father crazy. Honestly, I fear for the kid's life when Camilla's around. Not that I have an issue with Jasper hookin' it up with her…but…well, I have an issue with him hookin' it up with her.
I don't like the way she treats her own kid. I'm beginning to think that maybe Elaina was better off with just Jasper in the first place. She's constantly glaring at the poor kid and telling her to shut up…well just with prettier words. I'm kind of surprised that she has such a vocabulary. Maybe moving to California exposed her to some sailors or SOMETHING!
She used to be so nice and just today I overheard her talking on the phone to her friend about how to put a kid up for adoption. Is she for real? Over my dead body will Elaina leave this house like that.
But anyway, I don't know…there's something fishy going on. Jasper's tried everything. I'm pretty sure he's ready to just throw himself out the window. I gotta do something about all of this before he tries.
I had done it. I had told Bella and Rosalie that I was Elaina's mother. Now all I have to do is find some way to break it to Jasper. I was so afraid that he was going to be very, very angry with me.
But I can't be a big baby. I had to do this. I needed to do this. From what I've heard about Camilla, Elaina was not in good hands right now.
On the other hand, I was almost walking on clouds. My baby remembered and knew exactly who I am. Maybe things won't be as bad as I think they will be?
Elaina was becoming my least favorite person. Ever since that day in the park, she refused to even acknowledge Camilla or even come to me. I'm so confused about her behavior. She just sits in the corner of her crib and cries her eyes out, repeating 'mama' over and over again. I've tried everything, I give up.
"Please Baby?" I pleaded for what seemed like the billionth time that day. "Come on," I held my arms out for her. I had discovered earlier that if I picked her up against her will, all hell would break loose.
"I've already told you," Camilla spoke from the bed. "What she needs is a good spanking."
My head spun at the thought of hurting my kid.
"We're not going to use physical punishment to discipline our child, Camilla." I said through gritted teeth.
I hated to admit it, but Camilla was starting to grate on my nerves. It was fine that she had been raised in a household where being spanked was the norm, but I didn't want to raise Elaina that way.
"I'm telling you, it works." She didn't look up from her book.
"No." I stated firmly.
"Jasper," she sighed and got up from the bed to come over to me. "You're much too soft with her. She's used to always getting her way with you. Maybe you need to teach her that this isn't always going to be the case. The younger they learn the better." She massaged my shoulders suggestively.
"Come to bed, she'll figure out that crying isn't going to get her anywhere eventually." She kissed my hair and pulled my arm.
"Yeah, I'll come right now." I nodded.
"Okay." She went back to bed.
"Good night, Love." I tried to kiss Elaina, but judging by the glare on her face, I decided not to. That glare looked extremely familiar…but I couldn't place it. I figured it was one of Camilla's facial expressions and let it be.
I snapped off the lights and climbed into bed with Camilla. The second I hit the sheets she was all over me.
"I've missed you." She straddled my lap and ran her lips along my neck. Our previous relationship had been one of mainly friends with very good benefits. But I wasn't in the mood tonight.
"Camilla," I discouraged her. "Elaina's just in the next room."
"Oh, and now the kid is going to dominate your sex life too?" She growled angrily.
I ran a hand through my hair. "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't want to…scare her."
"We'll be very quiet. I promise." She whispered seductively.
"No." I growled and pushed her off.
"Fine. Whatever." She turned over and ignored me.
I couldn't sleep. Something in the back of my mind was telling me that I was doing something terribly wrong.
When I finally drifted off to sleep, I dreamt…of Alice.
In my dream, she was…gorgeous to say the least. We were at a party, and she sat next to me at the bar. It was like I was meeting her for the first time again. But it all seemed way too familiar, like I had done it all before.
Alice's POV (Warning: a very MILD scene…if you don't like it, skip to Jasper's POV)
I sat up in bed, unable to sleep. Peter slept soundly next to me. My mind was swirling with thoughts of Jasper, of me, of Elaina. I just couldn't handle the idea of some deranged woman hurting my daughter and marrying Jasper. With all of my thoughts so scattered, my mind drifted to the night I met Jasper…the same night that Elaina was conceived on.
I was being set up by Bella and Rosalie again. Sure, it was nice to see them again after such a long time, but the second they heard I was single, they insisted on setting me up with someone for Eric Yorkie's birthday party.
I desperately hoped that this guy wasn't like the last one that they had tried to set me up with. Tyler Crowley had been…well, a creep.
My hopes were crushed when I discovered that the guy they had set me up with had just broken up with a girlfriend. I steeled myself for his post-break up attitude, but it never came.
"I'm Jasper Whitlock," He held his hand out to me. I caught a hint of a southern drawl and wondered where he was actually from.
"Alice Brandon." I took his hand.
"Care to join me for a drink? I wouldn't mind company as pretty as you." He thought I was pretty. Apparently that's all I would ever be for guys like him.
"Sure," I sighed and prepared myself for a long, boring night. "Why not?"
He liked the harder liquor, going for vodka and brandy. I couldn't handle anything stronger than wine, I ordered three that night.
He decided to drink himself away and soon enough I was the hottest girl around for him.
I wasn't going to complain. He was not shabby at all. He was tall; about six foot two with curly blonde hair and the most beautiful green eyes that I had ever seen. In other words, he was gorgeous, so it was completely out of the question that he would ever be attracted to me while sober.
Eventually he became so wasted that I felt bad for him. I decided to get a cab to take him home. Somehow, I ended up getting in the cab with him. I'll be honest; I'd had a few drinks with him, but not enough to be half as gone as he was.
He sweet talked me in the cab, and next thing I knew I was pushing him onto his bed. He pulled me down with him.
I couldn't help myself. He smelled so good. I kissed the hollow at the baseof his neck and inhaled his scent. He moaned my name and wrapped his arms around me. I had found his most sensitive spot without trying.
Soon we were tangled up in sheets, clothes strewn on the floor and he was sweetly apologizing for every move that he was making.
"I promise I won't hurt you. You have to tell me if I'm hurting you." He kept repeating to me. I could only nod. My mind was too enticed with the idea of being loved by him to really understand what I was doing.
Before I could come to my senses, we had already begun. I cried, and he asked me if I wanted to stop. I told him to continue. My fingers wound themselves into his hair and I bit my tongue to keep from screaming.
His mouth covered mine and he kissed me gently. My fear evaporated with his kisses. As his movements became faster I pulled him tighter to me.
"Alice!" His voice husky and breathless. "So…tense." He gasped out.
I tried to relax, but I couldn't. All I could think of was how I didn't even know him, and yet I was here in his bed with him.
At one point I couldn't help but move with him. I was functioning on pure instinct now.
I screamed as he broke me, and it was over. He pulled away breathless and exhausted.
I had given myself to a man that I didn't know. I was such a foolish girl, how could I have been so stupid?
He pulled me near him as he drifted off to sleep. I was nothing different for him. He had done this many times, I wasn't the first, nor would I be the last. But these things didn't hurt me. What truly broke my heart was that I would make no difference for him. If I left now, it wouldn't matter to him.
A few weeks later, I discovered that I was pregnant. Whoever said that you couldn't get pregnant the first time was lying.
End of flashback
My eyes shot open and I sat up quickly. I was covered in sweat and in dire need of a cold shower. My head was so confused.
I tiptoed quietly to the bathroom and started the water. I didn't wait for it to warm up.
I tried to clear my head, but my hormones had other plans.
I had never slept with Alice; I didn't understand why I suddenly was having this urge or why I had that dream.
I tried picturing Camilla, in various compromising ways I might add, but it didn't work. It was Alice that finally allowed me to ease up.
I stood under the running water for a long time. All I could think about was Alice.
Was it possible that my dream was something that I had already lived?
I discovered that if I focused hard enough, I was able to vaguely remember it.
What shocked me the most was that it had actually happened. I couldn't believe it. I mean, it really could be just a dream, right?
But really…what did it mean?
Was Alice…no. There was no way! But…was there?
I left the shower feeling more confused than when I had entered.
Did this mean that I still needed Alice? I'd be lying if I said that I didn't still have feelings for her.
Seeing her with Peter of all people sort of hit me hard. Was I not good enough?
Peter has always been the better of the two of us. All throughout school he had more girlfriends, he was better at sports, and he was way handsomer than I was.
I couldn't take losing her to him. But, if I was with Camilla then she couldn't be with me. Maybe I shouldn't have been such a coward and have just proposed to her instead.
I could still see her smile, her eyes; feel her hair in my fingers. I was beginning to realize that she was the love of my life, NOT Camilla.
I had finally come to my senses and broke down in the hallway. I was so angry I wanted to punch something. I needed to get her back and have her near me.
I sat there in the hallway for a long time, just thinking. Thinking about her, about me, about us in general. As the night began to lighten, I knew what I had to do today. I had to break it off with Camilla and find Alice.
I didn't know if she would accept my apology for hurting her, but I had to try. I'd never know unless I gave it a shot. She was more important to me than the mother of my child. Funny how things change when someone's gone.
I wanted to give her everything that she's ever wanted. I wanted to make her blissfully happy for the rest of her life. I wanted her to be the mother of every one of my future children. I wanted to marry Alice Brandon.
I could see it all, a small wedding and Elaina happy as a lark again. Maybe we could even move back to Washington and live in a cozy little house, a big tree in the back yard to attach a swing to. I could work for the Forks' paper again, and I doubt it would be hard for Alice to pick up a job as a designer for a magazine in Seattle or something. Or if she didn't want to work she could stay home with Elaina, whatever she wanted.
I could picture the three of us, together, happy. The rose to blaze through the window in the hallway, and I snapped out of my thoughts. All I could do now was hope that it wouldn't all just be a dream.
I got up to grab my cell off of the side table; Camilla was still asleep, as was Elaina. They both looked so peaceful as they slept, something that neither of them had been the past few days.
I stepped out silently, neither of them even aware of my presence. I resumed my place in the hallway and flipped open my phone.
It was early, yes, but Alice usually went for a run at sunrise. Hopefully she would answer. I pressed 1 for her speed dial. As the call connected I prayed for her to pick up. When it went to voicemail, my heart sunk. Maybe she wasn't out yet. Maybe she ignored my call because she had moved on. Maybe I was all wrong for her.
I waited a few minutes and tried again. This time it rang.
"Please pick up, please." I quietly pleaded.
A/N: So what do you think? I hope it wasn't too graphic. I'm really terrible at any kind of scene of that sort. Please review! All comments and requests are fully taken into consideration.