Bella's POV

I woke up when I heard a thump. I looked over and frowned. Jasper wasn't there anymore. I crawled across the big bed and looked over the edge. Nothing. Wait.

I frowned when I saw a blue clad foot disappearing under the bed. I climbed down and looked under the bed. Jasper was still fast asleep, but now he was up against the wall. I reached for him but he was too far in and I was a little scared of crawling under the bed. I climbed back up and snuggled up with a pillow. It was nice to have the whole bed to myself, actually.

I woke with a jump when Daddy shook me, a little frantic. "Bella, where's Jasper?"

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Jasper?"

He nodded. "I put him in the bed with you last night, remember? We put the crib away?"

I yawned. "He fell out of bed last night. I think he's probably still under there."

Daddy stared at me for a moment before dropping on his knees and looking under the bed. I leaned over and looked with him, my hair brushing the floor. Jasper was still cuddled up to the wall, fast asleep and sucking on his thumb. Daddy sighed and crawled under, grabbing hold of Jasper and pulling him out.

"First thing," he muttered as he put Jasper on the bed, "I'm pulling the bed out of the corner." He looked at me for a moment. "Second, you're getting your own room. Jasper can share with Emmett, he's got the two twins."

I grinned and climbed down. "I'll start packing him right now."

I literally had to shut my hands in the cash drawer to keep from leaping across the desk and strangling the man, five month belly be damned. He was leering at me and making absurd suggestions and I really just wanted to kick his ass.

"Come on, haven't you wondered about it?"

I gritted my teeth. "No, I'm not a fan of riding in airplanes in general, tiny planes in particular. Thanks for the offer though," I plastered a smile on my face.

He sighed. "Well, can't blame me for trying. Can I get a couple more beers?"

I nodded and headed to the small refrigerator we kept in the back. I pulled out two beers for Mr. Dobbs and handed them over, posting the charge to his account right away. He'd already had three today, on top of whatever he had stashed in his room.

He popped off the top and took a long pull, sighing with contentment. "Now that's nice."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and checked my watch discreetly. Any minute now, Rich would show up to relieve me. I pretended to check a few things on the computer in the hopes that he'd go away. No such luck. Instead, I heard the sound of glass shattering and smelled beer heavy in the air. I looked up startled and Mr. Dobbs was studying his feet.

"I seem to have dropped my beer," he commented, an evil smile on his face. He looked at me. "I can't bend down, can you clean that up for me?"

I gritted my teeth again. At this rate, I'd have no teeth before my baby was born. "My pleasure," I forced.

I headed to the back and grabbed some cleaning rags and a trash bag and looked around for the broom. Not finding it, I headed back to the front. I walked around the front of the desk and dropped the rags on the floor, using my foot to clean up the liquid as best I could. I finally had as much sopped up as I could so I awkwardly knelt on the floor to pick up the rags and the glass.

Out of nowhere, I felt Mr. Dobbs' cane pressing lightly against my side. I looked up startled and he was grinning down at me. He pushed a little harder and I put my hand out to steady myself, right on a piece of glass. I winced as it dug into the soft skin of my palm.

"What are you doing?" demanded Rich, coming in the door right then. I sighed with relief, not even bothering to internalize this.

Rich strode across the room angrily and offered me a hand. I stood up awkwardly. Even in the best of circumstances I wasn't terribly graceful. Add in five months of pregnancy and I felt like an unsteady toddler.

Rich was visibly angry, his face red. He glared at Mr. Dobbs. "I think it'd be best if you headed up to your room now."

Mr. Dobbs studied him for a beat before finally walking out. Rich turned to me once he was gone. "You ok?"

I nodded and studied my palm. It didn't seem to be too deep though it was bleeding quite a bit. I carefully picked the glass out of my palm and grabbed a tissue to press on the cut. "I'm fine. He's just a dick."

He rolled his eyes. "You have no idea. He keeps asking me about your underwear."

I stared at him in shock. "Why?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. Like you said, he's a dick."

I chuckled and quickly passed on what I had before heading home. Edward was going to be pissed but there wasn't anything to do about it. At least I was on mornings now; that had to count for something.

Alice and Jasper were sprawled across the living room, books open all around them. They were both wearing ear buds so didn't look up when I entered. I could hear Rosalie singing in the kitchen, slightly off key. I headed upstairs to change and froze when I entered my room.

Something was off, but I couldn't quite place it. The bed was neatly made, the chair was under the desk. I realized with a start that the computer was gone and the closet was empty. I frowned and opened my dresser drawer which was also empty. I turned around and stomped back downstairs, really irritated now. Jasper and Alice looked up, likely feeling the vibrations from my stomps. Jasper twitched the buds out of his ears and grinned at me.

"Hey, welcome home."

"Where's my stuff?" I demanded.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't fuck with me, where's my stuff?"

"Chill," Rose came in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "The addition is finished, remember? We moved everything in for you."

I stared at her confused. "Why?"

E came through the new door in the living room then and grinned at me. "Surprise, we got a new room."

I felt like everyone was taking crazy pills. "We added a bathroom."

"No," Rose was grinning like an idiot "we added a master suite for you and Edward."

E took my hand and pulled me through the door. My jaw dropped when I saw the room in front of me. It was huge, bigger than Dad's room upstairs, with a king sized bed along one wall and a little sitting area in a bay window. One side of the room had a small cradle in it that I recognized as the one we'd all slept in as babies. The room had lots of light from the big windows on two sides. There were two doors on one wall and E pulled me over to them. One was a giant closet where all my clothes had been hung up and organized by season and color if I was right. I grinned, recognizing Alice's handiwork.

The other door was an amazing bathroom, with a double vanity, huge soaking tub, and giant glass shower. And, probably my favorite thing of all, a second toilet. I resisted the urge to drop to my knees and hug it.

"We also had them install a bigger hot water heater," grinned Jasper. "So no more cold showers."

I turned and grabbed the first person I found in a hug. "Thank you so much," I managed, fighting back some tears. "But why do E and I get the suite?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Because you're the parents in this fucked up little family. You do so much for us, you deserve a nice room." She smiled and pulled me into a hug. "And I knew you wouldn't want to move into Charlie's room," she added softly. "I feel weird in there so I'm taking over your old room."

I nodded and wiped away a couple of tears. "I was thinking it'd be a good nursery, depending on how many babies we have around here." I grinned over at Jasper and Alice who suddenly looked nervous.

"We're actually thinking about giving the baby up," said Jasper quietly. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Really?"

He nodded and shifted uncomfortably. "We can't raise a baby on our own and we can't ask you to help out and let us be parents of convenience, you know?"

I sighed and pulled them into my arms. "I'm happy to help you however I can. You know that."

"We do," sighed Alice. "I just…when I'm a mom, I want to be there for my kid and with 6 years of school left I just…I don't think I can do that."

I nodded and stroked her hair. "Well, don't rush into anything, ok? Keep thinking on it."

She nodded. She and Jasper looked absolutely miserable and I ached for them to be faced with such a decision so young. I headed back into my new bedroom and took in my beautiful new furniture. I wanted to crawl into the big wonderful bed and just sleep for a hundred years.

Edward's POV

Bella danced around the room that night, wearing a loose white nightgown that barely reached her knees. I grinned as she moved back and forth between the bed and the closet and the bathroom. She wasn't sure what to revel in first and I couldn't help laughing at her.

She looked at me with a grin. "Shut up, I'm happy."

I shook my head, grinning back. "I know; you're like a kid in a candy store."

She settled on the bed and sighed happily. "I am. I'm just…I'm pleased."

I smiled and pulled her against me. "I'm pleased that you're pleased." We sat in quiet solitude for a moment before she twisted around and looked up at me.

"What do you think about helping Alice and Jasper out with their baby?"

"How so?"

She was quiet for a moment. "I'm thinking that I'll give in to your demands and stay home after the baby's born, maybe even see about finishing up my last year of college via correspondence. I looked into it at work this morning and it would be simple enough. I can stay home and be a little housewife and still finish up. It might take longer, but…" she trailed off and sighed. "I just hate to see them hurting over this and if I can help out by being childcare during the day I'd like to."

I nodded and rubbed her legs. Her skin was cool to the touch. "Why don't we all sit and talk about it later, ok?"

She sighed. "Well, of course, I just wanted your thoughts."

I leaned forward and studied her face. "I love that you want to help, but are you sure?"

She shook her head. "No. Well, I mean, yes, I'm sure I want to help them. No, I'm not sure I can do this. But they'll take over responsibility of their child in the afternoons and if they do a year or two at the community college, it won't be so difficult. It's just figuring out how to do everything."

I nodded. I still wasn't completely convinced, but at least now she was talking about finishing school. That subject had been off limits for the past couple of months, just like the piano in the other room. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly. She looked up at me through those lashes and leaned forward further so her lips were brushing against my ear. "Wanna break in the new bed?"

Rosalie's POV

I wandered down to the kitchen at 3 am like usual, my stomach growling. There was no doubt this kid was Emmett's the way it demanded food every few hours. I rummaged around in the kitchen until I found something that looked good. I was sitting at the table dipping my potato chips in salad dressing when I heard muffled frantic noises coming from the new addition. I grimaced. I did NOT want to hear them having sex. As liberated and open about that as I was, it was still weird to hear people having sex. I quickly put my stuff away and started upstairs for bed.

Suddenly the door burst open and Edward stumbled out, his hair sticking up everywhere and his face pale. "Rose," he muttered hoarsely. "Thank God. I've got to get Bella to the hospital. Something's wrong."

My heart leapt into my throat. "What happened?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. We were sleeping and she woke up feeling a little weird. She went to the bathroom and she's bleeding."

"Oh god," I whispered.

He disappeared back into their room and reappeared a moment later with a pale looking Bella in his arms. I opened the door for them and they disappeared into the night.

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Tali: My younger brother is less than three years younger so for the first few years of his life, we shared a room. He had a crib and I had a full-sized bed but he wanted to sleep with me all the time and I didn't mind so we'd share the bed. Once, he rolled off in the middle of the night and up under the bed. I couldn't get in and out of the bed by myself because it was pretty high so I just left him. My mom freaked out a little in the morning until I pointed out he was under the bed. Shortly after the furniture was rearranged and the bed pulled out of the corner. Our sister, who's 12 years older than I am, went off to college when he was 3 so we got separate rooms then.

And, the old guy with the cane: totally happened! I wasn't pregnant, but I was squatting in heels with a skirt, so he decided to push me over so he could see my panties. Gross. Luckily, I had my own version of Rich who threatened to call the cops on the guy for assault. Good times.

As no one seemed to have any thoughts on the matter, I'll keep writing and hope you don't get just too disgusted with me. ;-) I've got seven chapters to write to be finished by my self-set deadline…let's hope I can make it. Love to all!