Watching Rosalie stress about her wedding, I'll admit, is pretty entertaining. As her bridesmaid, I shouldn't really be watching as much as helping, I know. Rosalie was determined to make this the best wedding yet. Yes. Yet - meaning there was zaidi to come. Why does she get married so many times? Although it was entertaining me, I couldn't be zaidi relieved when Jasper came to release me from Rosalie's critical eye. He popped his head in the door after knocking. Rosalie didn't seem to notice despite the knock and his scent entering the room. He smiled as Rosalie continued to fuss. I wasn't the only one amused kwa it. Shouldn't she have zaidi practise? Rosalie turned around and did a double-take when she finally noticed Jasper. She nodded, signalling I could leave. As I got up, I couldn't miss Rosalie rolling her eyes. I rolled my eyes at her as I left the room to meet Jasper in the hall, waiting for me.
As I looked up at him, his eyes went from humourous to gentle. "Rose fussing again?" he asked, taking my hand and leading me away.
"Isn't she always?" I replied. It wasn't really as much of a swali as it was a simple reply.
Jasper laughed as we left the house. He stopped to close the door, having to lean over me in the process. Once the door was closed, he still didn't move. He looked into my eyes before gently pressing his lips to mine for a few seconds. When we parted, he continued to stare into my eyes like before.
"I upendo you," he whispered, his eyes not leaving mine.
"I upendo you, too," I whispered back. I didn't get the need for whispering, but I decided not to wreck the moment.
As if on queue, a minute, he started pulling me away again, walking backwards so he could continue to stare at me. It was as if he feared we had limited time left to be with each other. But we had all the time in the world. Literally.
"Where are we going anyway?" I asked curiously after a few dakika of his confusing staring. If something was going to happen, I'd have seen it already, wouldn't I? How could Jasper know something was going to happen if I didn't? I'd ask Edward. That's it. I'd ask Edward what was on Jasper's mind. That was the only thing I'd ever had to ask Edward. What was on my husband's mind - though it usually involved his control.
"Nowhere," he replied just after I'd decided he wasn't going to.
That was when he spun around at the speed of light - literally - let go of my hand, and grabbed me roughly - unusual - kwa my arms with his hands. His lips were immediately crushing mine, as if he feared we were going to be parted soon.
That was when I saw it. The Volturi. They were approaching, floating and cloaked as always, with a sense of business about them.
Maybe Jasper was right.
We did have limited time to be together.

TO BE CONTINUED...