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ME AND JASPER WERE IN OUR ROOM GETTING READY. it had been a whole year since I talked to my parents and being truthfully I was nervous to see them today. I was getting ready in our walk in closet, only in my underwear and bra and my hair pinned up, trying to figure out what I wanted to wear. When Jasper walked in with only his pa de nts on.
Jasper glanced at me, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
"Darling, we told your parents we'd be at their house by 2:00. It's 1:50, and you're not even dressed yet," he said, walking over to his shirts and pulling on a crisp button-down.
"Okay, sue me. I need to find an outfit," I replied, heading to my closet. I pulled out a cute black skirt and a crisp white shirt, holding them up to show him.
"Perfect," he said, smiling back at me.
I quickly got dressed, slipped on socks, laced up my knee-high boots, and grabbed my black leather jacket. Together, we left the house and slid into the car. Jasper started the engine, and we drove the short distance to my parents' home in quiet anticipation.
When we arrived, we walked up to the porch, about to knock, but I hesitated. My stomach twisted nervously. I didn't want this conversation to go sideways like last time.
Jasper noticed and placed a reassuring hand on my lower back.
"We've got to do this. We're in it together. I'm right here with you, darling," he murmured in his deep southern drawl.
I nodded, took a deep breath, and knocked.
The door opened and my mom just stood there. No greeting, no hello, not even a smile. Rude. I sighed, swallowing my nerves, and stepped inside with Jasper behind me.
We both sat on the couch, my parents across from us, their expressions unreadable.
"Hi, guys," I said, my voice a little shaky.
They didn't answer.
I looked at Jasper, and he gave me an encouraging nod.
"Look, Mr. and Mrs. Hart," Jasper began, voice steady, earnest. "I want nothing more than to make your daughter happy. I love her so much that it physically hurts when I'm not with her. It hurts to think we can't be married without your blessing. One of the reasons we're here today is to ask for it. I know she's only nineteen, but I want what's best for her in every way. I want to marry her and I hope I can have your permission."
They exchanged glances before looking at me.
"Mom, Dad," I said, squeezing Jasper's hand gently. "I want to marry Jasper. He's the love of my life, and I want nothing more than to be with him fully. Does it bring you any pain to take this away from me? I'm asking... could we please have your blessing?"
My mom's eyes softened as she whispered to Dad, "They have the same love we have, Mark..."
My dad hummed thoughtfully, looking at us.
"Give us a moment," they said, standing and walking out of the room.
Minutes later, they returned, both smiling. I looked at Jasper nervously.
"You have our blessing," my parents said in unison.
Jasper and I grinned, laughing as we embraced. I turned to hug my parents, feeling the tension melt away. My dad shook Jasper's hand warmly.
"Please, call me Mark," he said.
My mom hugged Jasper, then stepped back, smiling.
With the formalities over, we all sat down and began discussing wedding plans.
Later, back at home with Bella, Edward, and Renesmee, Bella's eyes sparkled. "Hey, how did it go?"
"Good!" I said, smiling from ear to ear. "They're finally on board with everything. Now we can move forward and plan the wedding together."
Bella hugged me tightly, and Renesmee joined in, giggling as she wrapped her little arms around us. I looked up and saw Jasper and Edward talking. Jasper caught my gaze and immediately smiled.
