Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, unfortunately, but I do enjoy writing this little tidbit. I hope you enjoy it, too.

Comfort and warmth greeted me when I woke, the familiar colors and walls telling me someone had carried me to my bed sometime after I fell asleep. I recalled the events of yesterday, frowning at my emotionally unbalanced outburst and smiled when I thought about the family movie night. I would eventually speak to Charlie and try to smooth the kinks in our relationship, if I could, but for now I would focus on my other family and making their dream a reality.

I hopped out of bed and grabbed a quick shower, practically bounding down the stairs.

"You are certainly in a good mood." Esme chuckled, smiling at me as she plated baked bacon. She had tried the new spin just last week after a long talk with Carlisle on making sure I eat healthy, even though I wasn't carrying yet it wouldn't hurt to start eating the way I would when I did carry.

Except for tea-and coffee. I drew the line at cutting out either just yet, since I was looking at nine months without once I get pregnant.

"I am, actually." I answered, smiling in response and filling a plate. I piled it generously with bacon, toast, and eggs. The freshly squeezed orange juice was sweetened only slightly, taking the edge of acidity from the juice and exactly the way I liked it. "Any big plans for today?"

"Carlisle and I are going up to Canada for the day, we're going to be revisiting the scene of our fist hunt together after I turned." She replied with a sweet, reminiscent smile, golden eyes far away in memory. "Then tonight we're going to watch the northern lights for a bit. I always did think they were beautiful and intriguing."

"That sounds lovely, Esme."

She smiled, seeming lost in memories and thoughts of her date.

I let her be, finishing my breakfast in comfortable silence. I washed the few dishes she let me get by with, then went searching for the remaining Cullens, curious as to what the rest were up to today.

Rose and Emmett were . . . indisposed as I was told by Esme. Alice had decided to go out of town in one of her infamous shopping sprees that I shuddered to think about attending again, once was beyond enough. Never again, I refuse, couldn't be bribed or coerced for all the riches of the world. Jasper. . . I hadn't located yet and was at a loss as to where he would be in his free time when he was alone.

In fact, outside of school and family activities, I had only seen him with Alice which I was only now truly noticing. I hadn't had a reason to think about it before, I suppose, and I didn't want to be nosy or ask the others in case he prefers to be left alone today.

I walked upstairs, trailing my hand along the wall. I would wander around and see where I would end up, there was nowhere I needed to be. As much time as I'd spent here, I still haven't seen every room in the house. Partly because I had other things going on, stuck to the main areas of the house and areas I needed. Kitchen for nutrition, bathroom for hygiene and Edwards room for sleep.

I was curious now to explore the house, while respecting privacy and boundaries, obviously.

The first door I found that was unfamiliar was a pretty and noticeable door. It was made of a light wood, cherry wood perhaps, with thin intricate carvings in a vine like pattern that formed a twisty and curvy oval. The doorknob was equally eye catching, a smooth white marble or ivy, it was one of those that wasn't the traditional round but thinner and longer with a curve at the end. It seemed almost like it was made to fit the natural curves and contours of the human hand when closed, except with the cute little curl at the tail for the finish.

Curious, but also a bit nervous, I gingerly held the handle and turned downward. I met resistance, so I was not meant to see what was inside.

Time to move on.

I hummed a silly tune I remembered from a cartoon when I was younger, passing the doors I knew led to bedrooms and bathrooms.

The second door I saw that was new, to me at least, looked normal. I didn't see any weird carvings or ornate decorations or fancy doorknobs, anything that seemed as grand as the Cullen family was fond of and prone to choose. Much like the first door I tried, really. The wood was a nice, polished dark brown wood, possibly cedar or some kind of fir. It was pretty even though it was unextraordinary, I would have to ask someone about it later for future use.

I cautiously tried the knob, unsure if it would be locked, telling myself that if it was I would back off and continue my exploration elsewhere. It wasn't my intention to trespass where I wouldn't be wanted or see something I really shouldn't or absolutely wished I hadn't. My cheeks heated as thoughts filled my head of what I qualified as the last category, considering what Rosalie and Emmett were probably doing. I quickly steered my thoughts in another direction, focusing on the current situation. I didn't encounter any resistance when I turned the knob, so maybe that meant it would be okay to enter?

I swallowed and pushed gently, the door swinging open without a sound, obviously the hinges are well oiled. Maybe the squeaking bothered their hearing? It seemed plausible, given how sensitive it could be. I wonder why I hadn't considered that before, I had them over at. . . my old house and . . . he could hardly be bothered to oil the hinges on doors.

My musing grinds to a screeching halt when I had the door fully opened.

I blushed, mortified. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant to-I didn't-I was just-"

"It's alright. You can come in, I won't bite." Jasper smiled a small, self deprecating smile as he waved me in with a hand I just now realized was holding a book. He stood from where he had been seated in a light brown armchair, a twin armchair about two feet away with a round brown leather foot stool between them. A large, arched window was at his back, letting natural light into the space and brightening the entire room.

Oh.

The room I had stumbled into sort of resembled an old fashioned study you saw in detective movies or older movies where the gentleman retired to their study for brandy while the women folk gossiped or whatever else they did. The chandelier, rustic and manly, while still being quaint and homey was hovering half a foot from being directly over the armchairs. There were some modern touches to the room-a computer, different styled and more futuristic furniture. The fireplace was white, I suspected it was made of marble but I couldn't be sure. It had all the tidbits fireplaces needed to function, but I couldn't tell if it had been used due to its cleanliness. I admired the floor to ceiling bookcases, of which there was at least two. One along the wall opposite the door, another settled next to it, so close they were touching. Both armchair and bookcase were only a few from his desk in either direction, the bookcase set on the left and the armchairs almost directly in front. The desk that also looked as if it was taken from the set of an older movie and brought here for a sort of retirement. Dark, polished, obviously well cared for loved wood-the kind of wood that came off as sturdy and durable.

I needed a desk like that, maybe it would be sturdy enough to weather my clumsiness.

I stepped into Jasper's study, drinking in the books, noting the diverseness of his collection. A few names in particular jumped out at me, drawing my attention. Dickens, Twain, Shakespear, Tolstoy, Stoker and Harper Lee to list but a few. Old, newer, all different colors and sorts of bindings, first editions and . . . .

A low chuckle brought me back to my senses, I was caressing a first edition of Mark Twain's Tales of Huckleberry Finn.

I blushed, lowering my hand to my side and taking a step back. "Sorry."

"I don't mind. You enjoy the simple pleasures of reading a good book, you're standing in a room full of classics and other literary treasures, I would be more shocked if you stood in the doorway sedately with your arms behind your back." He replied, an amused light in his golden eyes and a smile on his lips.

"It's your study, your books, I shouldn't have been so familiar." I bit my lip, eyeing the nearest bookcase. I had seen the copy of Dracula I suspected was a first edition, but was doing my best to tamp down the urge to reach over and grab it. "If you don't mind, everyone else has their own agenda for today and I don't want to spend the day by myself. Could I stay and read a while?"

"Of course. I could use the company." He gestured to the second chair, returning to his seat and opening his temporarily abandoned book.

I carefully extracted Dracula from the shelf, taking the second armchair-which was actually very comfortable, tucking my legs underneath my butt and settled in to read.

I blinked, rubbing my eyes, they ached slightly-an indicator I'd been reading longer than I intended. I had the habit of losing all sense of time once my nose got into a book, but it usually didn't hurt anything.

I did need to use the restroom.

I just realized how badly I need to use the restroom. It hits me hard now that my full attention isn't on the pages lying not far away, innocently resting on the foot stool.

I awkwardly shuffled out of the study, my legs protesting competitively with my bladder, so far it was neck and neck. I ducked into the closest bathroom, a little uneasy because it wasn't the one I had been 'given' to use exclusively. I greatly appreciated the fact that all the bathrooms had working toilets and basic toiletries-such as toilet paper, soap, hand towels-even though I was the only human in residence.

I peeked into the study. "I'm going to take a break."

Jasper glanced up, from a different book I noticed, nodding at me. "I heard Rose and Emmett leave an hour ago, it should be safe to venture outside."

I laughed, closing the door behind me as I retreated.

I made a healthy and nutritious lunch, staying downstairs as I ate, washing my few dishes and brushing my teeth in my bathroom. I passed the calendar I had pinned on the wall in my bedroom when I decided to grab a light blanket from the closet. I glanced at it out of habit, then backtracked and gazed more carefully at the current week. I was due for an appointment with Carlisle to determine whether or not I am pregnant in two days. The date circled with a hopeful smiley face in the middle, beside the penned in words.

I chose a light tan blanket, long and wide enough to cover me, but not thick enough to overheat me in the natural sunlight.

Jasper was in the exact same position I left him in, I was convinced he hadn't moved a muscle since I stepped out. The book was a old, worn but well loved copy of the history of the Civil War. His expression was content, so it didn't appear the book gave him flashbacks, which I was glad of.

I settled into my spot, draping the blanket over my legs and picking up the book. I paused, my mind not on Dracula, but on a very important event coming up. I didn't want to disturb Jasper if he was content, he invited me in for company while he read, but is talking part of the deal? I worried my lower lip between my teeth and considered either outcome, weighing the pros and cons for each.

"Jasper?" I murmured quietly, ready to return to silence if he didn't acknowledge me.

I needn't have doubted.

He placed the book on the arm, angling his body toward me and in doing so, providing me with his undivided attention. It was a hefty thing, his golden eyes trained on me, curious and intense in the single minded focus on me. If I didn't already know he wouldn't harm me, I could compare the feeling to being pinned down with a predators gaze, but I did know better and his stare didn't make me feel that way. It was intense, true, but it didn't scare me.

"I have the appointment with Carlisle in two days to find out if I'm carrying. I was thinking, we haven't discussed whether your or Alice wanted to be in the room when he performed the check up or if you preferred to wait outside." I trailed off awkwardly, blushing as I cut my mild rambling before it had a mind of its own.

"Alice hasn't mentioned what she wants to do, but I would like to attend the appointment, if that's alright."

"It's more than alright, Jasper, you're both part of this and you have a right to be there if you want."

"I do. Thank you, Bella, for all of this."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, Jasper."

"I do, please just accept it." Jasper urged gently, golden eyes and marble face earnest.

I nodded, conceding to his wishes.

We settled down in our respective seats, only moving to change books or see to my human needs. I spent the rest of the day and we'll into the evening with Jasper, occasionally chatting about the baby or books, but mainly reading side by side in companionable silence.