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More Than Words	By : coffeemuse Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Jasper Views: 11890 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer - I do not own Twilight, or any of its characters. No money is being made from the writing of this story. All rights belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Beta’d by the always wonderful Sparagus.
A/N: I want to add a very special thank you, to two of my Twitter buddies:
SJRangel78, your brainstorming session helped me see past my plot holes. I really appreciate it.
PeterKnowsStuff, without your enthusiasm, I may very well have scrapped this. (If I didn’t think SouthernGalChar would drain me, I’d steal you for myself. *wink*)
Previously
What would they do to me when they found out? What would they do to my baby?

I immediately felt my heart rate slow, and my breathing return to normal.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do whatever I have to, to keep you safe. I love you.”
I rubbed my belly again and was met with another kick.
Once I exited the bathroom, I crept into bed. I was starting to doze off, when I felt the bed shift, and then felt the cool, hardness of Edward’s chest curl into my back.
I wept silent tears until sleep finally claimed me, knowing that I had finally resigned myself to accept whatever happened after the birth. It was far too close now for me to tell anyone, and I was just too tired to try to escape the consequences any longer.
BPOV
I woke early Saturday morning and lay in bed, content to stare at the ceiling.
Carlisle, Emmett and Edward had left shortly after midnight for an extended hunt. By Carlisle’s calculations, I was due in about a week. They wanted to be well fed before I delivered, in case circumstances would keep them housebound for a time.
The baby was strangely still today, and I had developed an ache low in my back that felt like it originated in my kidneys. I rubbed small circles on my abdomen and cooed to my child, who would every once in awhile send me a dose of affection.
As the days since my revelation had passed, I began to experience more and more of what my child could do. I could tell when Carlisle was frustrated by a case at the hospital. I knew when Emmett was about to pounce on Rosalie for a good frolic.
My baby’s gift helped me to understand just how hard it must have been for Jasper to be around such a large coven. It also helped me to come to terms with some of the reasons behind our one night stand.
Pulled from my thoughts, I rolled out of bed and realized that I had been left with the ‘mother hens;’ Esme, Rosalie and Alice.
I groaned inwardly.
Alice was frustrated that she was unable to see any future for me, as my hybrid pregnancy was still blocking her visions. She was still sullen from her recent separation from Jasper, but she never let it dampen her spirits about the baby plans. In all the goodness of her heart, she tried not to mention the events, though I know she needed someone to talk to.
Rosalie was following me around the house, never directly, but always there in the background. I couldn’t drop a napkin without her rushing over at vampire speed to collect it for me. Perhaps this was a good thing, as bending over became an issue several days before.
She was making sure I did everything right and by-the-book.
She would have made a wonderful mother.
Esme was finalizing her plans on the nursery, made sure that the paint was dry, and the room aired out of harmful fumes.
She really does act like a mom to this family, even if it started as only a good cover story.
I tried to block out all of their fussing and to think of other things. I didn’t mind their company, but I wanted to be alone.
I felt terrible. I knew Alice was going to be upset when she found out about Jasper and I, and I knew I had no right to keep my child’s father’s name secret. I was the worst type of person and deserved whatever came at me.
I was working myself into a frenzy with my thought process. These women all loved me, all wanted to help me through this and I…I had betrayed my best friend and deceived my family.
They’ll never be able to forgive me. Oh, God…I’ve thrown it all away, everything I wanted…
I felt the baby kick, obviously uncomfortable with my bodily reactions.
I felt a sharp, immense pain shoot through my cervix, unlike any cramp I had ever had. It felt as if someone had stuck their hand through my back, and twisted my insides, while pulling. It passed momentarily, and I dropped to my knees with relief.
What the hell was that?
“I think you’re kicking mommy a little too hard there, sweetie. It’s a kidney, not a soccer ball,” I laughed lightly, holding my belly.
I obviously must have made the baby uncomfortable with my anxiety attack, but the outcome of all of this had me on edge. I wanted to scream ‘I’m sorry,’ but I knew that that was a meaningless gesture for what I had done.
I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t hold them in.
Please, please don’t let them hate me…
I steeled myself, “Rose? Can you come here?”
She was beside me in an instant. Concern marred her face when she saw me crouched on the floor.
“Bella? Honey, what’s wrong? What happened?”
I could hear Esme’s and Alice’s footstep rushing in, but I couldn’t stop myself. I sobbed uncontrollably, the words coming out a jumble, but I knew they understood.
“It’s…it’s not Edward’s! Oh, God. It’s not Edward’s. I…I slept with…Jasper before the wedding. It’s his. I can feel it. The baby…he can feel everything.”
I fell into Rose’s arms, terrified and spent. The snot was sputtering out of my nose. I must have looked a wreck, but I no longer cared. I felt a ton lighter having finally said the words I should have said two months ago.
I looked up into the pitch black eyes of my best friend. With my baby’s gift I had felt it. Every muscle in Alice’s body was poised to spring. Her anger, disbelief and grief washed over me like a tidal wave.
My breath caught in my throat at the emotional onslaught. As it did, I felt another searing pain wash through my womb.
I screamed out and Esme was immediately at my other side, holding my arm and mumbling soothing sounds.
“I’m so sorry. So...sorry. I never meant…”
“Shhh, Bella. We’ll deal with this later. How far apart are you contractions, dear?”
Esme was all business and looked down at me with nothing but concern.
“I…I don’t know. I didn’t know that’s-“
A low, menacing hiss echoed throughout the room. I looked up and saw Alice as she crouched. My heart rate skyrocketed.
“Alice, I…please, please don’t hurt my baby!”
Do whatever you need to once he’s here, but please don’t hurt him…
I sobbed.
“Rosalie! Get Alice out! Now!” Esme screamed.
Another gripping pain ripped through my belly, and I could hardly catch my breath. Esme rubbed my lower back slowly. She told me to purse my lips and to breathe out slowly. I tried, but the terror I was feeling was making it very difficult.
The growls emanating from Alice weren’t like anything I had ever heard, not from our run in with James, not even with the newborns we had dealt with because of Victoria.
For the first time, I was seeing my beloved Cullens, or, at least one of them, as the predator she really was. If her rage was not directed solely at me, I might have found it fascinating.
Rosalie moved stealthily and had Alice’s arms pinned behind her back, before I had time to register the movements. She dragged Alice, still snarling, from the room, and I heard them struggling on the stairs. I could not make out the words, but I knew the danger to myself and my child had not yet passed.
A few moments later and my pain had subsided once more. Rosalie made her way into the room, her shirt torn at the right shoulder, a small bite evident on her clavicle. I peered up at her, through my tears.
“Thank you, Rose-“
“Oh, no, sweetheart, don’t thank me. She’ll stay down there for now, but you need to square this with her at some point. If it had been Emmett, believe me, you wouldn’t still be breathing.”
Rosalie scoffed at me, her eyebrow quirked. She stared at me in disbelief. The black seeping in around her eyes confirmed for me what her words actually meant.
There was no coming back from what I had done.
Esme and Rose helped me to stand and make my way over toward the bed, but before they had me there, I felt the urge to go, and it hit me hard, and intensely.
“Bathroom…I need to-“
I couldn’t finish the sentence. What had started as a trickle down my thighs had quickly become a gush of fluid pooling on the carpet between my feet.
“Oh, my-“
Rosalie hissed.
“That’s absolutely disgusting, Bella –”
“Rose, her water’s broken; call Carlisle. Tell him we need them back here. Quickly.”
Rose nodded and pulled out her cell phone, speaking in hushed, rushed tones, while Esme helped me to lean on the side of the bed.
She looked up to Rose, having heard the conversation clearly.
“The child won’t wait for a few more hours, Rose. You went to medical school. We need to do this, ourselves.”
Rosalie nodded once again, her eyes even darker than before, but it was not anger that I saw in them. She seemed concerned, maybe even afraid.
“What about the blood, Esme? I don’t know if I can-“
“It’s dead blood Rose. Unless she tears badly, we should be able to handle it. We have to handle it.”
I saw the determination cross both of their faces, and they set to work. Rosalie had me in the bed, and had my nightgown up to my waist before I could protest my embarrassment. I tried to pull the covers up, but she pushed my hands away lightly.
“The time for modesty has passed, Bella. This baby is ready to come out, and that’s going to happen the same way it went in. Deal with it.”
I nodded; mortified that Rosalie was pushing my knees up and out. She looked up to Esme.
“She’s already at ten centimeters. Bella, when did the pain start?”
“It started after I woke up...an hour or two ago, maybe.”
I shrugged, confused that I hadn’t even known that I had gone into labor.
“It had to be longer than that. There is no way you could have dilated that fast.”
Rosalie huffed and rubbed her hand down her face.
“Alright, Bella? The next time you feel that pressure start, I want you to bear down. Push as hard as you can. Can you do that?”
I nodded, “I think so.”
“Don’t think too long or hard about it. I don’t think I can give you a c-section in a house with a pissed off vampire.”
Her eyes met mine a moment before the next wave hit, and she snorted. I screamed out, but did as she commanded. Every muscle in my body came together, working in unison to reach a singular purpose. When the pressure passed, I felt drained. There was no way I could do this.
“Good. Again.”
“I can’t…I can’t. Oh, God!”
Pain seized me again. A cool hand wiped the damp hairs from my forehead. Esme leaned in and placed a small kiss on my temple. She reached down and lightly squeezed my hand.
“I know you can do this, Bella.”
I pushed with everything I had. Call it instinct, call it determination, or even panic, but I pushed so hard I thought I would expel my inner organs. I began to feel a burning, and my panic escalated.
“It burns! What’s wrong? What’s happening?”
Esme shushed me again before she ran to grab an extra blanket from the bathroom linen closet. She was back at my side in an instant.
“The baby’s crowning. Come on, Bella! You’re almost there.”
Somewhere from the other side of the house I heard a keening wail, followed by a growl, more mournful than it was angry. I couldn’t concentrate on the sound for long, as Rose was huffing, purpose marring her perfect features.
I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Here it comes, Bella. Come on, come on!”
With the last bit of energy I had stored in my body, I pushed one final time, screaming out at an ungodly level.
Then I heard it.
A single cry, long and strong and then, a rush of emotions that, for the first time I did not feel coming from inside myself: relief, exhaustion and confusion emanated from the small figure tightly clutched in Rose’s arms.
“It’s a boy, Bella. You have a little boy. He’s…beautiful.”
Rosalie moved up the side of the bed and laid the child, style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>my son, on my chest. He wailed continually, but then he turned his head, moved his neck under his own power, and looked me dead center in the eyes.
His eyes were blue. Not the hazy blue of a newborn baby, but a bright glacial blue, sparkling like ice under direct sunlight. His eyes were full of wonder, depth and understanding.
He cooed a little and my breath caught in my throat. I tentatively lay a hand on his damp little body. His skin was several degrees cooler than my own.
Tears flowed from my eyes, both from exhaustion and pure awe. As he gazed at me in that moment, everything else in the world fell away. He was perfect, my son.
My style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>son.
“Hello…hello baby, Foster. I’m…I’m your momma.”
A sob broke free from my lips as Foster used the full extent of his power for the first time outside of my womb. The love he sent to me would have brought me to my knees, if I had been standing.
“I love you, too, Foster. So much.”
I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head. He had a thin tuft of white-blond hair, and it tickled my nose.
Rosalie had returned to the foot of the bed. When my eyes rose to hers, I could see that she had stopped breathing. She was struggling.
She gasped out through clenched teeth, “Esme, she tore. I can’t…can you deliver the afterbirth, and handle the cord? I have to…”
Esme was at Rose’s side in a moment, lightly guiding her from the room, all the while nodding. Her unshed, venomous tears, caught in the corners of her eyes. Once she guided Rosalie from the room, she shut the door.
JPOV
We had left Vermont yesterday afternoon. For the first time in my existence, I had placed all planning on my once second in command, Peter. I wanted Bella back in my arms so badly, that I could not strategize, even if my existence depended upon it. It was a new experience for me. I could not say I enjoyed it.
Charlotte had sworn to me that she would handle Alice. I objected, but Char was adamant.
“I have never liked her, and I won’t let her get in the way of your happiness, Jasper. For the first time in the seventy years I have known you, I see a spark of pure happiness in your eyes. I won’t let her extinguish that. She’s led you like a dog for years. Enough.”
I sighed at her but knew that she had my best interests at heart. Depending on how things went when we reached Forks, I knew Char’s distraction may be the only tactic at hand to remove Bella from the house without a full on battle taking place.
Peter was unusually quiet. I had learned years ago, not to distract him when he let his instincts take over. A quiet Peter meant a thinking Peter.
We ran on.
I began to feel the chaos seeping from the Cullen manor while we were still about five miles out. Something was drastically wrong. A low growl punctuated my emotional findings, and an icy feeling ran down my spine, setting off my animal instincts.
I looked to Peter. His eyes were black, wide, and his mouth had popped open. I don’t know what he sensed, but Char was immediately drawn to his side. Her instinct to comfort her mate was foremost in her mind.
We picked up our pace, pushing ourselves to the limit.
Three miles out, and I could feel more; Rage, fear, love…each emotion fully palpable, an entity in itself.
Charlotte stopped short, and hissed, “blood.”
Peter turned to me, his eyebrows raised in silent question.
I pulled a draught of air in, and an animalistic growl rumbled from my chest, low and constant.
“It’s Bella’s,” I spit the words out like a poison, venom dripping down my chin, more from the emotional rush, than my bloodlust.
“If either of you so much as think of tasting her, I will destroy you myself, “I growled out, my eyes meeting theirs coldly.
They nodded, and we closed the final mile in under a minute.
I tore open the patio doors and we entered swiftly. Alice was in front of me before I could ascertain exactly where Bella was. Rosalie stood off to the side, her shirt torn, her venom sealing several new bites to her arms. She had one mark, slightly older, on her collarbone that had almost completely sealed.
The events began to spiral faster, a montage before my eyes, almost too fast for me to follow.
Alice crouched low, poised to attack. Her teeth bared and glistening.
Peter flew to flank my right side, Char at my left, both slightly before me. Their eyes had turned the color of pitch, the blackness of our undead souls shining out from behind fixed sight.
They crouched. I spun into a fighting stance, years of training overshadowing the fact that I was now standing before my former family, my former wife.
Peter’s fingers clawed with anticipation. His snarl became a distant droning in the back of my mind.
Char hissed loudly and inched forward and backward rapidly, the element of confusion, her signature fighting move.
“What the fuck is going on?” I growled out, long past the point of rational thought.
Before Alice or Rose had a chance to speak, a keening cry echoed from the third floor, Edward’s room.
It was only then that I realized that there were not one, but two heartbeats in the house.
“Why is there a human child here?” I spit out through tight teeth, “Why do I smell Bella’s blood?”
Alice growled again and shuffled to the left, nearer to Charlotte. She was searching for a way around her, a way to reach me.
Char jutted out her foot in a flash, and knocked Alice on her back. Char trembled, poised to pounce, but Peter had his hand on her shoulder instantly. He stared directly at Alice.
“You best be answering the Major’s questions, woman.”
Peter was shaking with fury, “That means now!”
He pushed Charlotte back, placing himself between us and Alice. They stared each other down, both growling. Their combined rage was building to a crescendo, one that even I could not control.
Alice’s eyes darted up to meet mine. Her lips slick with venom, both her own and what had seeped out of Rosalie.
“You bastard! How could you?” she snarled.
Alice lunged, attempting to go through Peter in her desire to get to me. She hit him mid chest. The sound of their granite bodies colliding shook the very foundation of the house.
Charlotte hopped at Alice, tearing her away from her mate. They rolled on the floor, hissing, spitting and snapping their jaws. Growls echoed off the walls. Within moments their spat ceased, as Charlotte had her teeth clamped on Alice’s throat. Alice let her eyes drop downward, her arms flaccid at her side in absolute submission.
I looked to Rose, who had not made a move to attack us or to defend Alice. I did not know if this made her friend or foe in this fight, but it was a chance I had to take.
“Rosalie?” I ground out, the emotional climate taking me to my breaking point, “What the hell is going on?”
She was lightly lapping at her arm, trying to heal the marks that I now realized were left by Alice’s teeth. She hissed lightly as her venom touched the open wound. Her eyes shot to mine.
“Bella came back from her honeymoon pregnant,” she sighed out, “She just gave birth…to a son. Apparently it’s your son.”
She hissed again as she tended to another bite.
“Where’s Carlisle?”
“He, Edward and Emmett are on their way back from Denali, an extended hunt. They didn’t make it in time. Esme and I took care of it, but not before Bella told us about the two of you.”
She glanced in Alice’s direction and then back to me.
“Does that explain what the hell is going on, Jasper?”
I fell to my knees.
“Rose, that’s…not possible. We can’t…How could I have–”
“He has blue eyes and a bit of your hair. If that’s not enough to convince you, he’s been projecting since he emerged, even longer if you listen to Bella’s confessions.”
Alice began dry sobbing. Char began to loosen her grip on her, and Peter was helping me to my feet. I felt like I had been hit in the chest.
Bella, my angel…I have a son? Oh, Bella. I’m sorry I didn’t speak up sooner. What have I done?
“Esme finished cleaning her up a little while ago. She’s resting now,” Rose informed me.
The pull in my chest was drawing me to the stairway. Peter kept his arm around my shoulder, steadying me. I felt numb, save for the undeniable need to see to Bella’s care.
In a corner of my mind I could hear the sounds of footsteps running up the back path. Edward would know, too, soon enough, if he hadn’t already heard it in our thoughts.
My eyes shot to Alice as she exploded from Charlotte’s loosened grasp. She was up the stairs, and bursting through the bedroom door before I could stop her.
The rest of us, Peter, Charlotte, Rosalie and my self, tore up the stairway at break neck speed, but not nearly fast enough. As we entered the threshold of the room my heart sank at the scene before me.
Esme was crouched, her back to the glass wall of the room, a low growl steady in her throat. She was holding a small bundle in her arms, wrapped in a light green blanket.
My son.
My son was projecting fear and confusion. My instinct to protect both he and his mother was immediate.
I growled and lunged as Alice ripped Bella from the bed.
“Alice! No!”
The scene unfolded in slow motion. A scream ripped from my throat when I realized I could not cross the distance in time.
Alice, the woman I had once loved, was gone. In her stead was a monster, the demon we all tried to keep reigned in within our selves. Alice, the pixie, had vanished. The beast before me was no longer a woman, but a vampiress in the throes of blood rage, her eyes as black as sin itself.
Alice pulled back a fist as she slammed Bella into the wall, her body flapping like a ragdoll. Alice threw the punch, and it connected with Bella’s solar plexus. The sound of bones snapping, and organs tearing, filled the room, excruciatingly loud to our sensitive ears.
I wanted to vomit. The pain that came from Bella was worse than anything I had encountered. I heard the air rush from her lungs, and her chocolate colored eyes, now murky, opened and sought out my own.
Our eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, a smile, more akin to a grimace, crossed her features. A small dose of love reached out toward me, as I heard her wheeze out an almost inaudible word.
“Jasper.”
Before anyone in the room could react, Bella’s eyes rolled skyward. A raspy breath escaped her throat, as the blood from her ruptured organs bubbled out of her mouth, ran over her lips and dripped from her chin.
My throat flared.
The room erupted in feral snarls.
Rosalie and Charlotte grasped Alice by the arms and dragged her backwards, heading for the fresher air of the downstairs. Peter had thrown me over his shoulder and followed the women. He was shaking from the level of control he needed to avoid the scent of Bella’s blood.
I remember the sound of Esme screaming. She was all that was left in the room, save for my son.
He should not have had to see any of this…
Peter deposited me near the glass doors on the lower level. My instinct was to run back to Bella, but in that moment I don’t know if I would kiss her or kill her. I only had a moment to collect my thoughts as a hand grasped my throat and threw me across the room. I snarled and went to fight back, until I looked up into the eyes of my former brother.
Edward’s eyes were widened from the immense influx of information he no doubt had acquired from all of our minds.
Carlisle stood silently, taking in the destruction of his home. He opened his mouth to speak, but not before we all heard Esme upstairs.
“Bella, sweetheart, please…please. Keep your heart beating.”
Bella’s ribs cracked as Esme attempted chest compressions. A growl echoed down the stairs.
Esme exuded love, and fear and most of all resolve. We all stayed motionless as the events progressed upstairs.
I heard the sound of Bella’s skin as it was sliced by Esme’s teeth. A fresh scent of blood wafted toward us, followed by the sweetness of venom.
The house shook as we heard Esme throw herself from Bella, colliding with the wall opposite the bed. She let out a soft growl, and her words were almost inaudible.
“I won’t lose another child…”
A scream pierced the silence, a scream of agony, recognizable only to those who had the misfortune to push through it. I felt it begin.
Bella was burning.
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