Catch the Wind
Axelle is seventeen, but her parents still haven't told her their secret. When a new kid shows up at school, Axelle can't help but find him interesting. When all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Axelle has some big choices to make. Part three to the Twist of Fate series!
Like I have said many times before, I am totally addicted to this story. This story is entirely in Axelle's POV, for those of you that didn't know. I have this one planned out almost all the way... and let me tell ya, there are some HUGE twists :D But that's just how it works with me :)
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“Well, Axelle, you're about six weeks along,” said Carlisle, wiping the gross ultrasound jelly off my stomach. Jack was holding my hand, laughing at the face I made. It felt like someone put jam on my belly. Jam had no place in a hospital room. I still didn't look very pregnant... I didn't understand why he had to use the jelly. It wigged me out a little bit.
“That explains the nausea,” Carlisle went on. “Usually, a mother gets the morning sickness in the sixth week.”
“I hate it,” I said, frowning. It was only the day after I told my family I was pregnant, and I was already being wracked with dizzying bouts of morning sickness. Earlier that morning, I'd been hunched over the toilet for three hours. Jack was always nice, and he didn't complain at all. He sat there like a good fiancée would and held my hair back. Even so, three hours seemed like a long, long time.
“I'm sorry, Axelle,” sighed Carlisle. He helped me off the table and escorted us out of the room. He still had to work for a few more hours, and he couldn't walk us outside. I was happy when it was just Jack and me, though. We walked to the car, hand-in-hand, not saying a single word.
When he opened my door for me, I waited a moment before getting in the car. I was overwhelmed with all that was happening, and sighed heavily.
“What is it?” asked Jack anxiously. “Do we need to go back in? I'll carry you!” He played the part of nervous dad-to-be very well.
“I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just... I'm tired,” I sighed. I ducked into the car and closed my door.
Jack got in the driver's seat and just looked at me before starting the car. “What can I do to make this easier for you? You name it, I'll do it.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the seat. What made me the most tired was the fact that Emmett was not speaking to me. In fact, nobody had seen him since he ran off. Rosalie was getting worried, but she knew he could take care of himself. I tried to convince myself that everything would work out between us, but I actually wasn't entirely sure. I'd never seen him like that before. It scared me.
And then there was the wedding. Since I came back from Italy earlier than was planned, there were still four days until I was supposed to get married. Alice told me that I had to come later so she could measure my dress yet again. I told her it was ridiculous... I hadn't grown any. She just wanted to make sure. That whole pressure was a little stressful.
“Want to elope?” I asked jokingly. But as I said it, I realized that it would make things so much easier. I wouldn't have to deal with Alice poking and prodding me with pins. I wouldn't have to worry about whether or not Emmett would show up. It would be painless.
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” he asked.
I grinned. “Yes, actually. Alice won't be able to see it! She can't see you!” I squealed.
“Are... are you sure? You might regret it later,” he warned.
“No, no, let’s go. Let’s drive to Vegas. We can be there tomorrow if we leave in the next couple hours. Nobody has to know until we're there!” I exclaimed. It all made perfect sense to me. Easy, fast, stress-free, what could be better?
A slow smile started to cross Jack's face. “I'm up for it if you are,” he said.
"We have to go right this very second," I urged him.
"Axelle, I know you want this, and I can't say that it wouldn't be nice to skip the whole wedding thing, but Alice has spent so much of her time on this wedding," explained Jack.
"She loves throwing parties! She's planned at least fifteen weddings for Emmett and Rosalie, so I don't think she'll be that angry about having to cancel one. Please, Jack?" I pleaded.
He sighed. "Fine, Axelle. We'll go get the clothes you have at my house, and then we'll leave. We are going to call them once we get on the road. You can't just disappear... they'd kill you."
I just shrugged and waited for him to start the car. My stomach was churning wildly. I was excited. I was an adult, and I could make my own decisions.
He drove home quickly. He was obviously anxious. He was just starting to fall into my family's good graces, and I felt bad for being the one that was going to destroy it. I was being terribly selfish, I knew that. My heart sank as I realized what I was going to do.
"Jack, we don't have to. I know that my family likes you right now, and I know that it will be very hard for you to gain their respect again." I looked over to see what his reaction would be.
"I hate weddings," he said. "Hell yeah, we're going to Vegas."
I laughed. "Thank God."
He screeched to a halt in front of his house. We only had a few minutes before someone realized we were up to something. I was just happy to see that the car Jacob and Julie usually drove was not in the driveway.
As soon as Jack and I got to his room, we started tossing assorted clothing into a bag.
"Wait! My Italy suitcase is in the trunk!" I exclaimed, pausing before I threw a pair of jeans into the bag.
"Excellent! We'll just pack mine and then we can go." I dropped my jeans and started looking for Jack's clothes.
We were giggling like school children by the time we were finished. "I feel like a first grader that cleverly hoarded some candy into class," I whispered.
Jack grabbed my hand and towed me down the hallway.
"We're so sneaky!" he whispered back.
"Why are we whispering?" I laughed.
"It's just what you do when you're up to no good!"
We hopped in the car, and Jack pulled away from his house. As soon as he could, he had the car going well over the speed limit.
"We are going to be in so much trouble!" I exclaimed.
"That's okay. Weddings are stuffy, boring, long, unnecessary. Need I go on?" asked Jack.
"I get it. If we get married in Vegas, there will be nobody there to cry over us, or to tell us that we had a beautiful ceremony. And if we're lucky, we might even get a chapel that's next to some slot machines. Talk about romantic!" I gushed, throwing my hand over my eyes. I had to work to keep a straight face.
"If we're really lucky, we might even get Elvis to marry us!" He looked so excited, I knew he had to be joking. The corner of his mouth twitched, and I could see him working to conceal his laugh.
"I would much prefer Frank Sinatra, thank you very much," I said.
"New baby names! Sinatra Elvis Black!"
Jack and I just couldn't hold it in anymore, and the both of us started laughing hysterically. It was just like us to joke about things like marriage and babies. I pictured a baby dressed in Elvis clothes and just couldn't stop laughing. The fact that it wasn't funny made it that much more amusing.
When we finally got our giggles under control, Jack sighed happily. “We're such nerds.”
“I know.” I smiled. I was happy to be fleeing Washington with Jack. It was better than watching my dad cast disappointed glances my way, or going to the big house without getting a hug from Emmett. It felt like I was escaping my problems, and I was happy for the break.
“Are you feeling okay?” asked Jack. He was in constant worry mode ever since he found out about the baby.
“I'm great,” I answered. And for the first time in what seemed like ages, it was true.
- Read You Loud and Clear
- Peaches and Cream
- Dance Crazy
- Mars Attacks
- It's Going to Work
- You Don't Know Jack
- Crazy Talk
- Happy Birthday
- Moving Too Fast
- I Have Some Friends
- Two Choices
- He's Not Evil
- No Frank Sinatra
- Big Jitters
- We Need To Talk
- Hush Up, You Clown
- Rainbow Colored Socks
- You Need Some Rest
- Let Go
- We Want Her
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