Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I don't happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.
Rating: Rated 'M' for 'Mature'. This chapter is a tad dirty, but not enough for an NC-17 warning.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Family, Fluff, Friendship, First Time, General, High School, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Supernatural, Vampires
Warnings: Adult Content, Blood, Discriminatory Language, Violence
Pairings: Jasper/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Peter/Charlotte
Summary: Your typical story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. A baby is quickly made. What happens when the boy's a vampire? What happens when said vampire is killed before the baby's born? Renée doesn't know what's going to happen to her baby, but Nahuel promises to keep it safe from his father. Jasper/ Bella
Author's Notes: Because GeezerWench asked so nicely.
I had been here a little over a week, and tomorrow was Christmas. My parents would be upset if I didn't at least tell them I was alright, not to mention the fact that I wasn't there to celebrate it with them. They'd just have to hold their horses, because everything was so much easier here.
My gifts had finally calmed down. I was still receiving the information, still seeing the visions, hearing the thoughts, and knowing their emotions in the same constant stream; however, it wasn't bombarding me, taking hold of my mind and all but screaming it into my psyche. Who knew that the secret to keeping my sanity was the presence of my mate?
Strangely, they all believed me to be human, a clairvoyant human at that. I hadn't told them otherwise, and Peter's gift hadn't informed them of my heritage. It'd be peaceful for a while before I had to tell them, probably after New Year's. It wasn't too far away, and it was long enough for me to enjoy this peace while it lasted. Long enough for me to get healthy again at least.
I felt the bed dip in as Jasper next to my near nude form; I was only wearing my pink panties and partially covered up from the waist down by his satin sheets. Turning my head to face him, I saw that he was only wearing some paint splattered jeans. I'd be happier if it was less, but I couldn't always get what I wanted.
"Did you need something?" I asked, half asleep.
He gave me one of his knee weakening smirks, slowly crawling over me. "Just wanted to check on you." Gingerly, he kissed the small of my back, repeating the action again an inch above that. Again and again he did this, as gently as he could to the point I was sure he thought I might break. "Just wanted to see how you were doing," he said as he neared my ear.
A moment before he was about to kiss my lips, a vision nudged at me, too strong to ignore.
It was the Cullens, they were trying to pick the next place to live. All of them wanted different places: Esme desired to go to New York City again while Carlisle believed they should go to Chicago, and Edward thought Juneau would be best. When Esme mentioned missing the rain because all she ever saw lately was snow, everything changed.
Immediately, I scurried out from under the coldness of Jasper's embrace and scrambled to find his phone. I quickly dialed the number for the Denali's before they left on a weekend trip to go hunting in Nunavut, Canada. It took a moment, but finally someone picked up the phone.
"Give me Alice," I demanded before they could even speak. "I need to speak with Alice!"
The phone was switched over within a couple of seconds, her announcing her presence with her high pitched voice. "Yes, this is Alice. Your voice sounds like…are you Bella McCarty?"
Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Jasper's expression darken with rage. "Yes, I'm Bella. Now, I need yo—"
She interrupted me fairly quickly, "it certainly is a pleasure to speak with the Coven leader Seer, but I must ask why you're calling me from Major Whitlock's personal number."
"I'm his mate."
"Mate? Oh, that's wonderful! I was wondering when he'd finally find his mate. We must mee—"
"If you don't mind, I'd like to speak about what I called you for."
"Oh yes," she said in a dazed manner. "I apologize. I was just a bit excited."
"I need you to look into the Cullen's futures. Specifically if they move to Forks, Washington."
Ending Author's Notes: So, this is the epilogue, there won't be any more work on this story until I'm done with 'Dandelion' because I'm only doing one story at once and I want to work on my Packella story. Oh god, that sounds like a giant orgy. It's not. Not a…giant orgy anyways.
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