All of my memories(Jasper Hale+You)

Part-25

Back at the cabin, you stripped off at the front door.
"What are you doing!?" Asked Jasper.
"I stink, I'm covered in animal blood, dirt, and you. I need a shower." You replied, gathering the wad of soiled clothes at your feet.
"Why are you stripping down out here, though?!" He asked
"Because, I don't want to track it all over the house, that's why!" You smiled, mimicking his shocked tone.
You step inside, and throw your things in the washer.
Jasper follows you up to the master bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. He takes in his surroundings, thoughtfully, as if this is the first time he's ever really seen the cabin.
You turned on the faucet and stepped inside the tub, letting the hot water wash away the stress of the day.
"Come in, the waters lovely." You smile, holding your hand out to him.
He takes your hand and kisses your palm, softly.
"Ok..."
Through the foggy, clear shower curtain, you could see him slowly pulling his thin white shirt over his head, you could hear the jingle of his belt buckle as it hit the ground where his pants and underwear fell.
He stepped in slowly, letting the droplets cascade over his back as he stood in front of you. He's so beautiful, and he's all yours.
There's no feminine scented soap or shampoo on the shelves, Alice must've taken them, the only bottle left was a shampoo/body wash combination called Rugged Gentleman. You open the black bottle and smell it's contents, it's smelled sexy, earthy, with notes of sandlewood.
You pour some of the clear liquid onto your palms and work it into his hair, gently.
He closes his eyes and smiles, clearly enjoying the feeling.
"I'm sorry..." you whisper.
"Don't be, this will pass." He says reassuringly. You grab the loofah hanging on the shower head and add a dollop of soap to it.
He looks down at you lovingly as you gently wash his body, starting with his neck and working your way down to his chest. Slowly, intimately.
"Nobody has ever done this for me before..." he says, quietly.
"Wash you?" You giggle
"No...looked at me, and really saw me. Wanted to care for me..." he puts a dollop of soap in his palm and starts to work it through your hair.
"I'm your wife, I'll always want to care for you...I love you."
"I love you, my beautiful girl." He sighed, as he worked the soap from your head down your neck. Moments like this with him were magical, just the two of you. No matter what chaos was going on beyond that door, it didn't seem to matter as long as you two had each other.
How could something that felt so right cause so much trouble?
You couldn't get anything past Jasper, he felt your emotions just as strongly as you did, and your facial expression would give you away even if he couldn't.
"It's fine..." he said, placing his forehead to yours
"We're fine...None of this is your fault."
"I'm finding that harder to believe, everyday." You cast your your eyes down to the floor, but he lifts your chin up to look at him.
"They hate me. They all hate me..." You whimpered, tearfully.
Jasper turns the water off and grabs a towel sitting on the counter by the tub.
"No. No. They don't." He wraps the towel around you gently, and then grabs one for himself. Water trickles down the ripples of his abs as he secures the towel around his waist.
"C'mon little lady." He says, cradling your damp body in his arms.
"What are you doing?" You squeal, as he lifts you to his chest.
"Taking care of my baby." He smiles as he packs you to the bed and sits you down on the soft quilt.
"I love you Nolana Mae Whitlock. Nothing and No one is going to ever change that."
He says, taking a bottle of lotion from the bedside table. He pumps a little into his hands, and rubs the thick cream between his palms before rubbing it onto your long silky legs.
You've missed this, this intimacy. You've never had this kind of love with anybody but Jasper. You could feel his intentions as his fingertips grazed along your inner thigh. Sex was one thing, anybody can have sex, but this was true love. Love worth fighting for, worth dying for.
"I hate this cabin." He sighed suddenly.
"W-What?" You Asked, caught off guard.
"I think tomorrow, I'll ask Emmett and Carlisle to help me build us a new one."
"Why? What's wrong with this one?" You Asked
He shook his head.
"This is Alice's home. Everything. From the design of the layout to the color scheme, decor. All Alice. I never had a say in anything...I want something that's ours."
Something that's yours...you smiled at the thought.
"I think, tonight, I'll bake something for Bella...a way to make amends, ya know..."
"I think that's a very sweet idea, darlin'" he smiles, still rubbing the creamy lotion over your body.
"Tomorrow's a new day. Our new beginning." You smiled.
He massages the lotion into your shoulders and kisses your neck.
"Yes it is, baby girl."