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The next day… (Sunday, in April)
Wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his arm, Jasper peered across his yard to survey what was left to be done. He had already pulled the weeds that insisted on growing in the cracks of his driveway, watered what few plants he actually had growing, and had just finished mowing the lawn. Deciding that Annabelle's bench was looking a little worse for wear, he drug the garden hose out and sprayed the bench until the bright pink paint began to shine through. No sooner had Jasper to turn his back to put away the hose, he saw Annabelle go running across the grass. Figuring that Annabelle was going towards the outdoor toy box that he kept on the side of the house he let her go; however after Jasper put away his equipment he saw that Annabelle didn't in act go for the toy box. She went for the bench. The bench that was still soaking wet…
After leading Annabelle to the porch where he stripped her of her soaking clothes, he then allowed her inside to dry off and re-dress herself. Jasper took the clothes to the laundry room and promptly through them into the washing machine. Thank God I planned on washing the darks today anyways.. He thought to himself. After making his way into the kitchen, Jasper looked through the cabinets wondering what in the world he could possibly make for his child. The quick inventory of the refrigerator told him that he would have to go to the store, and soon. Annabelle was less than thrilled about having to wait, however once she heard the word "Walmart" her attitude changed. For the life of me, I do not have a clue why that child loves Walmart so much.. He thought as he rolled his eyes. Upon entering the "lovely" establishment, Jasper was bombarded by the sound of an infant screaming. Here we go.. he thought bitterly.
Jasper was just meandering through the isles, when Annabelle began chanting "daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy…" Curious about what could have possibly gotten his daughter so wound up he followed the line that her finger was pointing at; much to his surprise he saw Annabelle's gymnastics teacher, Miss Bella… er… Bella.
"Annabelle, put your finger down. It's not polite to point, you know that." He gently reprimanded his daughter. Sadly that is a habit she learned from her mother… He thought. "But it's Miss Bella daddy! Look! It's her! Can we go say hi? Please?!" she insisted. Due to his child's puppy dog eyes he caved, and pushed the cart over to greet Bella.
"MISS BELLA!" What in the…? Bella turned her head to see who could be yelling for her, only to be greeted by the face of one of her favorite students at her family's gymnastics studio. "Hey there Annabelle!" Bella chirped back. "And hello Mr. Whitlock," she murmured while ducking her head down. "Call me Jasper, please." He responded in what sounded like amusement. Glad he's getting a laugh in at my expense. She thought to herself, albeit dryly. "Miss Bella! Look! Lauren can tumble too!" Wondering who the hell Lauren is and why she would be tumbling in the middle of Walmart, Bella looked up in curiosity at Annabelle. Much to her amusement she watched as Annabelle continually flipped an old stuffed lamb around and around in circles. "Lauren the Lamb… It fit, although I don't know where she came up with the name…" Jasper said, as if in explanation. Bella just nodded her head in understanding, then looked down when she noticed her phone was vibrating. After seeing his name, she hit the top button to "silence" the phone. She had no desire to speak to him, now or ever again.
"Well I hate to run, but I really need to get back home to my parents. If you'll excuse me." She said before turning towards the checkout.
On the drive home, she couldn't help but smile as she thought about Jasper. The way he loved his daughter, the way he looked at Bella, the way he laughed, everything about him drove her deeper and deeper in love. Yes. Love. She had loved him from the moment they met in pre-school. He had been using the play kitchen set when another boy stole the spoon from him, with a sudden boldness Bella has marched across the room and snatched the spoon back only to beat the boy with it. The teacher quickly removed Bella from the boy and sent her to the corner, but not before she could see Jasper smile and whisper his thanks.
Bella shook her head, in hopes of clearing away the thoughts, as she pulled into the old and worn driveway of her childhood home. After loading her arms down with the heavy grocery bags, Bella trudged through the garage and into the warm kitchen. She set everything down on the nearest counter and began placing everything in its proper place.
Upon entering her parents bedroom, she immediately noticed that Drew was helping clean my dad up from dinner. Grabbing another wash rag, Bella began washing her mother. Once the two were clean Bella shooed Drew off for the night. As soon as Bella got her parents settled for the night she made her way to the kitchen where she re-heated some leftover fries and grabbed a bottle of wine. While devouring her extremely fancy and delicious dinner, Bella flicked through the channels on the old box tv. Settling on the History channel, she watched a documentary over sea life. After nodding off multiple times, Bella trudged up the stairs and peeled off the clothes she had worn for over twelve hours and crawled under the covers wear nothing but a peaceful smile.
After getting Annabelle tucked in for the night, Jasper silently walked back to the kitchen where he began to plan and prepare the meals for the week. During weekdays his schedule was grueling at best. He spent long hours doing research, making and receiving phone calls, and scanning through old cases and records searching for clues others may have missed. He always laughed when his friends bitched about how tired they were at end of their 9-5 jobs; meanwhile there were days he worked from 5 am until 11 pm or later, and in the midst of all this he still had to be the one to tend to Annabelle when she had a nightmare or wet the bed. So, all that being said, he prepared all the meals for the week on Sunday nights so regardless of what his schedule might be, there was always food ready to go at a moment's notice. It was during times like right now, Jasper was grateful to have such amazing parents. His mom had always being a stay at home mom and ensure that Jasper and his older brother Emmett received every ounce of love she had to give. She was there for every school play, every broken heart, everything; and the moment Jasper called her asking for help, she stepped up more than he could have ever hoped for. He would prepare the meals and lay out outfits for Annabelle in advance to relieve the stress on his mother, and to show that he didn't want to treat her like a servant. And let's not forget about how great his dad had been through this whole thing. Being the town's best pediatrician had it's benefits, he had been there with reassuring words for Jasper every time Annabelle so much as sneezed. Though Jasper knew that his father would never admit it, he knew that Carlisle had occasionally deposited extra money into Jasper's checking and savings account just so they didn't have to struggle.
Placing the Tupperware containers in the refrigerator and freezer, Jasper began to feel antsy. He couldn't help but remember how Bella's cheeks warmed and turned red when he spoke to her, he longed to hold her, to kiss her, but she deserved so much better than him. She deserved a well educated man who could give her a house with a white picket fence, a man who didn't have a psychotic ex and a child. He sighed in resignation and picked at his nails wishing things could be different. He didn't regret Annabelle, he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone before; but he also couldn't help but be saddened over the fact that Annabelle would probably never have a true mother in her life. Alice was very flighty and only saw Annabelle two days every month as it was.
Looking up from the floor, Jasper laughed once to himself in bitterness and took the whiskey from its place up high in the cabinet. He poured himself a fair amount of the rich amber liquid, and took it with him into his bedroom; from there he continued to his large claw foot tub, and began running steaming water. After sinking into the depths of hot water, he slowly sipped the drink in his hand until he felt himself relax; draining the now cool water, he toweled himself off and put on a clean pair of boxers before slinking over to his large bed. Settling into the soft cotton sheets, he couldn't help but notice how small and alone he felt in the bed made for two. Turning over, he curled into the blankets and fell into a restless sleep filled with images of the chestnut haired woman who had caught the attention of his heart.
A/N: PLEASE READ. I really hope you guys liked this chapter! Please leave me some reviews, because I want to make this story about you guys! So, if you have any ideas lemme hear 'em! As I said in the previous author's note, I will include the links to any outfits on my bio. Thank you so much for your support! More updates coming VERY soon! Xoxo, E.A.P.