A/N: So I realized that the final chapter should be posted on New Year's Eve, as that has been a theme throughout this story. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Thank you to everyone who stuck with it.

Jasper

I looked out over the view from our balcony. It was sunset and the vision before me was the second-most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. The sun was setting over the water, casting rays of red, orange, and yellow over the waves as they rushed towards the beach. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Heavenly.

I leaned against the railing and held onto it with both hands. My eyes were still closed. The image before me was one I replayed in my mind over and over again. It was Alice, in her wedding dress, walking towards me with the biggest smile on her face. She was radiant, more beautiful than I had ever seen her. She was glowing!

She was finally my bride.

After everything we had been through, our wedding was the happiest day of my life. Knowing that she finally wanted to be with me, through my screw ups and hers; that she accepted everything that had happened made me worship her even more than I thought possible.

I slowly opened my eyes at the view in front of me. It had changed; the sky was more purple, navy blue and black now more than before. The sun was gone and the stars were starting to appear. It was to be a warm night. I was beginning to think about taking a walk along the beach with her.

"What are you thinking about?" a familiar voice asked me.

I turned around to face my wife. She stood in the doorway, wearing a simple black sundress with no shoes. Her skin glowed in the coming moonlight.

"I'm thinking about how happy I am to be here with you." I held out my hand and she immediately walked to it. I pulled her into a tight embrace against my chest. Her little body fit perfectly against mine. I held her close to me and sniffed her hair. Perfection.

"Alice," I murmured. No other words were said. I could feel her breathing against me. I'm unsure how long we remained there, but I didn't care. I had the woman I loved in my arms for the rest of my life. Time was inconsequential now.

"Jazz," she finally said. I pulled away slightly to see her beautiful face. "Can we take a walk along the beach?"

I nodded. "I was thinking about that myself."

Once we left the hotel, I took her hand and we strolled along slowly in the moonlight. It was the perfect night. And the perfect honeymoon.

This almost didn't happen. First, her running out on me when I proposed to her and then my being kidnapped by Victoria the night before our wedding the first time.

At one point, Alice stopped and pulled me to her. She stroked my face gently and looked into my eyes. "I love you, Jasper Whitlock."

I smiled and kissed her gently. "I love you too, Alice Whitlock."

She smiled and leaned in for another kiss. The moon shone down on us brightly, illuminating our kiss.

We had come so far and endured so much. I promised I would make her happy and I meant it. Whatever it took.

I pulled away gently and smiled at her, before starting the walk again. My mind was going a million miles a minute. I had so many plans for us, so many things I wanted us to do together. We were one.

Yet, I also knew that we were individuals. We were free to do things on our own as well. I knew that Alice ran the first time because she thought she would have to give up herself if she became my wife. She had this old-fashion notion that a wife did not have an identity of her own; she was only known through her husband. I had assured her that I wanted her to be herself, to do what she wanted to do. That made her more at ease. Plus, since she loved and missed me so much, she was more apt to see my side of things once I mentioned it to her.

But we were one as well. Any major decisions would be done together, not alone. We would discover new opinions and challenge the other. I was looking forward to it.

The first decision we made as husband and wife was whether or not to press charges against Victoria. Alice was worried that Victoria would retaliate and find some way to hurt us again. She believed that Victoria was incapable of letting things go, and as I was her latest obsession, would try to seduce me once more. I reassured my beautiful wife that I had no interest in that meddling bitch and wanted her to remain behind bars for as long as possible.

For some reason, Alice still felt intimidated by Victoria. She seemed to think that Victoria was above her in everything: beauty, brains, and talent. I assured her that was not the case. "If I wanted Victoria, I would have asked her out," I told Alice one night during dinner. "I would not have pursued you. It was never her, Alice. It was always you." That seemed to appease her for awhile.

I didn't get it. I didn't understand how Alice could feel intimidated by a psycho like Victoria. Then Alice's sister-in-law and best friend Bella explained it to me. "Women view each other as competition, Jazz. Although Alice knows you love her, she has seen how closely you work with Victoria. She saw her kiss you, even though you didn't reciprocate. I've seen her too and I will admit that she is beautiful. What Alice sometimes has a hard time seeing, however, is that you are head over heels in love with her. She fails to see that because of her past. She still believes that at some point, you will leave her like all the rest. I know you know what she has been through before. Just continue to love her, Jazz. She'll get over her irrational behavior soon enough."

Once I saw that point, I understood my wife better. And together, we made a joint decision to press charges against Victoria and get her away from us once and for all. I knew that currently she was in a psych ward undergoing evaluations on her sanity. Kidnapping someone is not exactly what I would call sane, but every stone must be turned before rendering a decision. I got that. And I was doing everything I could to help the authorities make the right decision.

I stopped again on the beach and looked up to the sky. It was a beautiful starry night. Pulling Alice to me, we looked out at the ocean. It was as wide and as vast as our future. Nothing was set in stone and that was how I liked it.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked Alice quietly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Our wedding," she responded.

We had decided to stay with December 31st as our wedding date, so after I returned to her, we continued our life as normal. We married the following New Year's Eve, in front of everyone we loved. It was hard, going a whole other year without saying "I do," but for us, it was a sign. If we made it the next year, our relationship would work.

I glanced down at our adjoined hands. Her wedding set and my band glowed in the moonlight. Her hand fit in mine perfectly. We were a match, perfect in every way. As I brought her hand up to kiss it, I thanked God for giving me the strength to go after her that day. She was hurting just as I was and I wanted it to stop. I had been miserable during my time away from her and I knew the chance I was taking. But it worked out. We were meant for each other. And although I knew the road it took us to get there, I also knew that she was worth the fight. And she proved it to me by becoming my bride.

New Year's Eve once had a negative memory for me, now I will always think about the joy, the happiness, the beauty that was in my arms that night. I will always enjoy going back to December.

A/N: And there you have it. Thanks, as always, for reading. If you are interested in more Jalice stories, you can check out my one-shot titled "Enchanted." Also, coming in 2013 (I hope), a brand-new story titled "Teardrops on My Guitar." Alice Cullen has been in love with her brother's best friend, Jasper Whitlock, since she was five. Unable to tell him, she puts her feelings into a song. What happens one night when Jasper overhears it?

Thanks again for reading. Here's to a great 2013. Happy New Year!