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[betagainstme]

The plane ride to France is familiar and comforting. Two seats in first class, red-eye flight, some movie playing in front of them, but it's not even paid attention to. Alice's bouncing excitement is enough to entertain Jasper for the entire ride

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[keptherwaiting]

The luggage can wait, Jasper needs to see it too. Their house, even if it's not their home just yet.

"What're you asking me for?"

He laughs and playfully nudges her toward the door, trying to get caught up in all her enthusiasm and chase away any lingering doubt.

Now that they're here, he's nervous that she'll change her mind. That she'll want to go back to the Cullens and never come back.

[betagainstme]

She laughs and squeezes his hand one more time before skipping off toward the door at a human-paced run. The warm summer air whips through her hair and catches her dress, whirling it around her legs.

The front door is open, blocked only by a rickety screen door. It creaks as she opens it and steps inside. The house is stuffy in the way houses without central heating and air are. The windows have just been opened for the day, the house hasn't had time to cool down.

It doesn't affect her. And even if it did, she wouldn't mind. Amidst the tools and plastic covered floors, she stands in the middle of a kitchen she would never use but one she has fallen in love with already.

There are flowers drying at the window. She steps, as if in a trance, toward them, smiling softly.

[keptherwaiting]

Jasper is a few steps behind, conversing quickly and quietly with the worker in his horrible French before following Alice into the house. He can seek her out easily, following the feelings that radiate from her.

He leans against a not-quite-finished cabinet - the counters still need to be put in, but now that they're here, things will get wrap up quickly. He's not even seeing the house for himself yet, just watching her.

He smiles.

"We'll get some fresh ones."

[betagainstme]

"In every room." Alice reaches out and touches a dry petal. She dances away from the sink window and through to the dining room. The house is furnished in old furniture that doesn't quite fit with her standard of living...but standing here in the middle of the quaint house...

"I don't want to change a thing, once the needed renovating is done." She whispers, glancing at her husband. "I want the quaint French countryside house."