Imogen Sierra Swan has always loved her Dad and had quickly become the sunshine in his life. But when the Cullen's first arrived in Forks Imogen quickly becomes someone else's sunshine. That person is; Jasper Hale. Their love was like sleeping slowl...
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Chapter Eight, Yule and Surfing
Nearly two months had passed since the Cullens had been given rings to help them blend in better with society and Yule or December 21st was just around the corner, meaning it was time to decorate the Swan house once more. It was also, however; almost two months since Jasper had received the best gift he could possibly ask for when he had the chance to communicate with the spirit of his baby sister Mary-Anne and it filled him with relief and a bitter sweet feeling anytime he thought about it.
~ Flashback ~
As Imogen, Ella and Leah finished chanting the flames of the candles flickered and surged higher for a moment and for a brief second - a second that still fills him with shame - he was overwhelmed with disappointment, before he forcibly shook those thoughts from his mind; he knew he should be grateful for them trying to do something so kind for him, only for Imogen's small hand to suddenly squeeze his larger - and now, much warmer - one, washing away all trace of self loathing from his mind.
"Just wait." She whispered, smiling reassuringly at him, and not at all mad at the thoughts and disappointment that had filled Jasper a moment prior when he feared the spell had not worked. Instead, like always, Immy was understanding, she understood. Not a moment later the warmth of the room suddenly turned cold as if they had left the window open in the late autumn weather of Forks, and before Jasper's very eyes the adult version - she seemed to be in her late thirties - of his little sister materialised before him. And although she was older than what he remembered her to be there could be no mistaking that this was indeed his baby sister Mary-Anne. He could recognise those honey curls, warm chocolate brown mischievous eyes and teasing smile anywhere.
