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I let out a shaky breath as Papa pulled into the drive way. Ace got out first and walked over to my side to open my door. I got out and shivered.

"I forgot how cold it gets here." I said in a thick French accent.

"It would be less cold if you didn't wear a skirt." Ace said with a smirk.

"It's called fashion, Ace. People would think that maybe you would have gained some fashion sense after spending 9 years in a French boarding school in 'the city of fashion'. Clearly not with what your wearing." I rolled my eyes and started walking to Papa to get my suitcase.

"I'd rather be warm then cold." He said.

"It's called sacrifice. You wouldn't know that you selfish di-"

"Ok let's go inside before you two start fighting." Papa cut me off.

I scoffed.

"Gladly." I grabbed my suitcase and started following papa inside.

I was honestly struggling. This suitcase weighs a ton.

Ace chuckled.

"If you focused more on going to the gym instead of what you look like, you'd be able to lift that." He  rolled his eyes before grabbing my suitcase.

"Awww, but then you'd be useless. And we wouldn't want the baby to start crying now do we?" I pouted and squished his cheeks.

"You two, enough! It's taking so long just to walk in the house." Papa said.

I look to the front door and gulp.

"You know what, I'd rather stay out here then go in there." I muttered.

My heart was racing, and I knew every vampire could hear it.

I slowly walked inside, my palms were sweaty. I followed Carlisle upstairs to the living room, I was instantly wrapped in two arms.

I tensed up but hugged them back. Burying my face in their black hair.

"Ohhh I missed you so much!" She squealed.

I giggled.

"I missed you too, Alice."

She pulled me and looked me over.

"Oh. My. God. Your so grown up! Look at you! Look at these breasts! So cute. You used to be flat." She squealed and touched my breast.

I chuckled awkwardly and pushed her hands off.

"Haha, yeahhh."

She giggled.

"Oh sorry, you must've been uncomfortable. Don't worry you'll get used to it, I do it to Rosalie all the time. She used to hate it but now she's fine with it." She laughed.

"No I'm not fine with it! I've just grown sick of constantly repeating myself." Rosalie said annoyed.

Alice giggled again.

"She's so funny." Alice chuckled.

I giggled and walked to Rosalie giving her a hug.

"Hello, little one. We've all missed you, especially Jasper." She winked at me.

I chuckled and hugged Emmet then Jason.

"Hey, Anastasia." Jason greeted.

"Hello." I smiled and then looked behind him.

My breath hitched when I saw his face.

His beautiful sculpted face.

I saw him let out a silent gasp when he saw me. He looked me up and down and gawked.

I looked him up and bit my lip.

It's not the first time I've seen him, but it's the first time I've felt this way.

It was so strange.

So hard to explain.

He's just so attractive and... beautiful.

He slowly walked towards me. His fingers slowly came up to grab a strand of hair and twirled it.

"Hi." I whispered.

He had a huge smile on his face.

"Hello, darlin'."

I almost collapsed by his southern accent. My knees felt so weak.

I wanted to run my fingers through his curly honey blonde hair. I look into his golden eyes and take in a deep breath, being welcomed with an amazing scent.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck while he wrapped his around my waist and tucked his head in my hair inhaling my scent.

"Your so beautiful." He said.

"I missed you, Jasper."

I heard him chuckle and hugged me tighter.

"I missed you too, Anastasia."

He kissed my head. He pulled back and stroked my hair.

"You got rid of your fringe." He said with eyebrows furrowed.

"I- yeah, I got rid of it two years ago. Does it... does it not suit me?"

He shook his head.

"No, no you look beautiful without it. I just envisioned that when I see you, you would still have it. You were obsessed with it. How it was styled and everything." He chuckled.

I smiled and looked down.

"Yeah, I- I've always been... very specific on how I look. I mean, look at my outfit. I'm wearing a skirt in a place like forks." I stepped back showed him my outfit.

He chuckled and nodded, looking me over again.

"Yes, I see that. I love it. I expected no less from someone who spent 9 years in Paris." He said.

I giggled.

"Yeah, you pick up a few things when you go there."

"Like an accent. I love it, sounds quite sexy."

I felt blood rush to my cheeks and look away to try and hide it. He grabbed my chin and made me face him.

"Cute." He grinned and caressed my cheeks.

I pushed him away and covered my face with my cold hands.

"It's not fair that you can't blush." I whined while he laughed.

"Come on, let's get you settled in."

He interlocked his fingers with mine and guided me upstairs, grabbing my suitcase in the way.

I only just now noticed that no one else was in the room with us. I wonder when they left.

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