So, it's looking like this story is going to take on a regular, four-part point of view. In addition to the EPOV (Edward) and BPOV (Bella), there will also be APOV (Alice) and JPOV (Jasper). I'll try to keep this from becoming one huge cluster f**k!

JPOV

This whole dad-to-be scenario was going to take some getting used to. Thankfully, my parents handled the news better than Alice's dad. My mom said they'll try to help us out as much as they can—financially, anyway. For my part, I was already hitting the local classifieds hard. But, I don't have any work experience. I was a three-sport athlete all through high school and spent my summers either training for football in the fall or on vacation with my family. This did not leave me much time to get some kind of part-time job.

Regardless, I was going to have to become a responsible member of the working world in order to take care of my burgeoning family. Obviously, the best place for a college student to look for work is right on campus. Unfortunately, the jobs that paid worth a damn all went to the juniors and seniors. That left me with the options of campus clean-up crew or working in one of the dining halls. Neither of these prospects sounded particularly thrilling. But, if those were the only places hiring a no-experience loser like me, I was going to have to make do. I put in my application with dining services.
I got a call two days later. "Hello, is this Jasper Whitlock?"

"Yes, this is him."

"This is Jan Stevenson from dining services, and I received an application from you. I was just letting you know we would like you to come in for an informational meeting on Friday at 5 p.m. Will you be able to attend?"

"Yes," I said excitedly. "I'll be there."

"Fantastic, see you then."

The job may only pay about $6.50 an hour, but it was better than nothing. The sooner I get some money saved up before the baby arrives, the better. I was actually excited to have my first paying job, and I even had a little skip in my step on my way to meeting Alice in the dining hall. "Guess what, babe? Your man is going to be joining the UBC workforce very soon."

She gave me a Cheshire cat grin. "So am I."

"What?" I replied as I stopped her before joining the line of students queuing for dinner. "You're getting a job? Alice, you don't need to do that."

"Yes I do," she countered. "If both of us have a job, we can make even more money. And, if Dad does decide to go through with his plan to stop paying my tuition, I'm going to need some money to pay for next semester."

She had me there. I forgot about Carlisle's threat to withhold his payment of Alice's education in a high-handed attempt to make her go back to Forks. My money could be saved for the baby, and her's would have to go towards school. "But, wait. Will your job pay enough to keep you in school?"

"I hope so, I'll be working in the anthropology office, and with my anthropology professor on a research project," she said.

"What? How did you manage to swing that? I thought the only got seniors working on their thesis for those kinds of things."

"You forget, I'm nothing if not brilliant and resourceful," she replied as we reached the front of the dinner line. Alice glanced over the food the hall was offering for the day with a grimace. Her pregnancy was making her appetite even pickier than it had been previously, and that's saying something. She finally decided on a corndog and a plate of macaroni and cheese. I had to smile to myself on her dinner selection—she used to refer to that kind of food as "trailer-trash cuisine." I, however, have always had a fondness for corndogs. Maybe this pregnancy can broaden her taste buds a little bit.

We sat at a table with some girls who lived on Alice's floor. And, I had to admit, they were pretty cool. I'm not used to hanging out with girls—with the exceptions of Alice, Bella and Rosalie—so spending time with this bunch was going to be quite the experience. Alice's roommate, Tanya, was a pretty nice girl. But, she tended to keep to herself, along with her best friend, Maria. The two of them were usually found holed up in Alice's dorm room, which I found to be an awesome situation. This made Alice want to come visit me and spend the night more often. And my roommate, Garrett, was almost never around—he had a girlfriend who lived on Alice's floor, so he was usually with her.

I know they say this whole living in the dorms situation was supposed to be about getting to know new people, but I was still torn. Some of these people honestly didn't seem worth getting to know. Plus, why hang out and get drunk or high with this group of miscreants when my best friend had his own apartment off campus. Although, Alice and I didn't get too great an opportunity to visit Edward and Bella. And, really, would you want to interrupt a couple of newlyweds whose favorite pastime is staying in bed together for hours on end? I just hope Bella's stamina can hold up, because Edward's getting in even better shape with this whole college football career. I'm sure he has endless amounts of expendable energy at this point.

As for me and Alice—we're off sex for a little while. Nothing will kill intimacy better than your girlfriend's constant morning sickness. Or afternoon sickness. Or evening sickness. Why do they call it morning sickness? Seems to me this pregnancy makes Alice have to vomit around the clock. And now she's sensitive to certain tastes and smells. Like the smell of the $80 cologne I got for Christmas, the one she used to say made me smell irresistible? Yeah, it makes her sick now. And the Spaghetti Bolognese I used to make for her? She can't even come into the room lest she puke from the mere smell of it, let alone the taste.

But, these are all adjustments and sacrifices we need to make under these trying circumstances.

I went to the meeting on Friday, where I learned of the duties expected out of each employee—serving students, washing dishes and general dining hall clean up. It sounded like an unbelievably easy gig. And, come Monday afternoon, I found out it was even easier than I expected. Especially working in the dish washing department. I stood in the back room around a big, old-fashioned industrial dish washer with three other students and waited for the diners to set their trays on a conveyor belt. I only had to use my brain when there was any kind of rush (which was only between 6-7 p.m. for dinner). Otherwise, I could pull out my homework or just sit back and read a newspaper. I was becoming very fond of doing crossword puzzles.

For $6.50 an hour, I could be doing a lot worse.

EPOV

As soon as Alice told me about Dad's reaction, I was on the phone with him immediately. It seemed he was falling back into his old habits of being a dick. He and I argued over the matter for almost an hour. I stood out on our little balcony area so Bella didn't have to hear, but I think she understood what was going on. Once I had vented my frustration on my father, I walked back in to find Bella standing in the kitchen with a forlorn look on her face. "Edward, do you think fighting with your dad is going to make things any easier on Alice?"

"Bella, please don't get involved," I said as I sat down and turned on the TV. Instantly, I knew I shouldn't have said that as Bella's lip quivered ever so slightly and she ran to lock herself in the bathroom. I ran after her, immediately contrite. "Bella, love, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. It's just that I don't want you troubling yourself with this situation. I've got it under control."

"Oh, do you?" She cried from the other side of the door. "Fine then, don't let me in on any of your family's problems ever again. It's not like they're my family too, or anything."

Damnit, I didn't mean it that way, either. "Bella, you know that's not what I meant. Please open the door so we can talk about this rationally."

"I think I'm going to take a bath," she replied, emphasizing her point by turning on the faucet. I sighed and headed back to the couch. She'd be in there for a good hour or so, as was her ritual whenever she got upset with me. It was difficult to get her to understand, but dealing with my father was a job best handled by me. He is a stubborn, unreasonable man. And it takes a strong counterpoint to compete with that. I wasn't trying to be arrogant, or make Bella feel like she wasn't a part of my family, but this was just the way things had to be. With my support of Alice, Dad would have to rethink his stance on paying her tuition.

After about half-an-hour, I could hear Bella finally draining the water from the bathtub. She walked back into our bedroom for a few minutes, and came into the living room wearing her UBC sweats. That was never a good sign. Bella in sweats meant she had absolutely zero interest in fooling around this evening. She sat on the other end of the couch, as far away from me as she could get without resorting to sitting on the floor. I sighed and turned to face her. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. I didn't mean to make you feel unloved." She looked at me through the corner of her eye, but otherwise remained unmoved.

"Bella," I said as I inched my way towards her. "You know I love you more than anything in the world. And if I'm trying to keep you sheltered from something, it's only to protect you."

Still, no reaction. I was right next to her, and I tentatively wrapped my arms around her waste. She sat ridged, not wanting to give in to my ministrations. So, I was forced to bring out the big guns. I leaned forward and attached my lips to the upper part of her neck, just under her ear: The sweet spot. She gasped sharply and leant her head to the side to reveal more of her neck to me. I took advantage of this, covering her soft, supple neck in kisses and nibbles. Bella seemed to get more and more into it, but suddenly pushed me away in disgust. "No! You can't just get your way with me because you know where my secret spot is. You're being a dick about this situation with your dad, and I want you to actually talk to me about this."

"What's there to talk about, Bells?" I asked as I sat back on the couch in frustration. "He's being his old, bastard self and I need to straighten him out...again."

"But, do you think you're going about it the right way? I mean, you were out on the balcony for twenty minutes having a screaming match with him; that doesn't seem like a productive conversation to me."

"This is just the preliminaries, Bells," I explained. "He always starts these things out being full of piss and vinegar and stubborn as hell. But, after he calms down, he's going to call me back and realize what a jerk he was being. Believe me, we had the same argument over you."

She eyed me skeptically, and turned back to watch TV with a little huff. Sometimes, Bella doesn't like admitting I'm right. I crept back towards her slowly before mounting a full-scale tickle assault. I got my hands up under her sweatshirt and attacked her ribcage with abandon while she squealed. "Stop, stop! OK, I forgive you! Just stop, please!" She laughed as I continued my assault.

I ceased my tickling and sat back on the other side of the couch, proud of what I had accomplished. That is, until I took a pillow to the face. "Try to get your way by tickling me, will you?" Bella laughed maniacally as she took our big living room pillow and swung it over her head. It landed with a thud against my forehead. I rolled off the couch to try and fend off Bella's attack. She took an offensive position on the far side of the living room, looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. I anticipated her move and snatched the pillow out away from her with one hand while using the other to wrap her tightly in my embrace. Once I threw the pillow aside, I scooped her into my arms and took her, kicking and squealing, into the bedroom. I threw her down on the bed and pounced on top of her, landing between her legs. She wrapped herself around me and I began rolling us around, tangling us in the sheets. In the midst of our fumblings, I managed to rid her of her sweatshirt. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and I smiled at her devilishly. "You weren't planning on staying mad at me for long, were you?"
She grinned evilly and tore my shirt over my head. "How could I ever stay mad at you? You're the most irresistible man alive!"

As our torsos met, the feel of our bare chests rubbing against one another ignited a certain undeniable passion in me. Through the thin layer of my track pants, I'm sure Bella was well aware of the predicament I was in. She reinforced the notion in me when she rubbed her pelvis against mine and bit her lip seductively. "Do you have something for me, Mr. Cullen?"

"Oh indeed, Mrs. Cullen," I replied with a smirk. "Would you like to see what I have in store for you?"

"Yes, please," she whispered as our lips crashed against each other in a feverish kiss. I hooked my thumbs under the waste band of her sweatpants and lowered them to her knees where she proceeded to kick them off. She was also sans panties underneath her clothing.

"Oh, you little minx," I breathed as I stared at my naked wife. "You've been planning this all along, haven't you?"

"Hey," she replied, "We've never really argued like that before. I figured this was an awesome opportunity to have make-up sex."

I grasped in mock surprise. "You little manipulator!"

"Oh, just shut up and fuck me!"

"Ha! As you wish, Mrs. Cullen." And with that, I untangled myself from my wife and removed my pants swiftly. Bella grabbed my hips and pulled me towards her on the bed. I knelt before her, and she immediately pushed me on my back and lowered her face down to my nether region. Wow, if this is what I got for pissing my wife off, I was going to make sure I infuriated her more often. Her fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft and she licked her lips suggestively as she gazed at my cock lovingly. Bella started by licking around the head of my dick before taking it as far into her mouth as she could.

"Oh Bella, fuck, that's so good," I moaned as my wife worked her magic on me. Her head bobbed up and down as she quickly brought me to an orgasm. Though, considering how worked up I already was, that wouldn't have required much effort on her part.

When she was finished, she stretched out next to me on the bed and grazed her fingernails up and down my chest lightly as I attempted to recover from that incredible sensation of climax. Good God, what this woman can do to me! Once my heart rate had returned to normal, I rolled myself on top of Bella and positioned myself between her legs, wrapping them around my waist. I gave her a little wink before I slid the length of my once again hard cock into her. Bella moaned and threw her head back as she dug her nails into my shoulders. I felt her legs tighten around me as her hips jutted up and down to match my thrusts. "Fuck, Edward! It feels so incredible!" She continued to arch her back and grab onto my upper arms as I worked us up to a very quick pace. I buried my face in the pillow beside Bella's head and my hands grasped her backside. Our climax together was glorious, it was one of the greatest bouts of sex we had ever had. Maybe we were just so accustomed to what the other liked, or perhaps it was due to our bickering beforehand. Personally, I think it had mostly to do with the latter. We were definitely going to have to have make-up sex more often.

APOV

Well, I may not have been expecting to have to look for work so soon into my college career, but at least I managed to finagle myself a good job – answering phones in the anthropology office part-time and assisting my anthropology professor on research paper she was going to publish for a major journal. I told her about my interest in sociology and how I thought helping her with research was going to be invaluable to my understanding of cultural mores from around the world. It would only be for this semester, but it would result in my earning $50 for every research day. That was enough for another semester of school. After that, I'd at least have work experience to help me land another job.

I answered phones in the office and Tuesdays and Thursdays, and the research team met every Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon. We would report to the library and help Dr. McBeth gather information about the Fa'afafine, a group of biological males in Samoan culture how assume female gender roles. It was a fascinating study that was really opening my eyes to cultures outside of my own. There were two other students working on the research with me – Ellie, a senior, and Greg, a junior. Both were anthropology majors. I could tell right off the bat that Ellie thought I had no business with the team. After all, I was only a freshman. Greg seemed as though he was heading down that same direction after our initial meeting, but after the first couple of days he became friendlier and friendlier.

"Hey Al," he greeted as I walked into the library on the first Friday of our research days. "Got any big plans this weekend?"

I shrugged. "Not as of yet, but I'm sure I'll just be hanging out with my boyfriend. We spend a lot of time with my brother and his wife – who also happens to be my best friend."

"Wow," Greg responded incredulously. "That's quite the tight-knit group you have here."

"Yeah, as soon as my brother and sister-in-law decided they were coming to school here, me and my boyfriend hopped on the bandwagon, too. I wanted to start off in a new place when I went to college, but I didn't want to do it alone."

Greg nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. So…you and your boyfriend must be pretty serious to travel out of your home country for college together."

I had to chuckle a bit at that one. "Yeah, I guess you could say we're very, very serious." Well, if that's not the understatement of the year, I don't know what is.

"Hey, you two can gab in another three hours," Ellie said as she walked into our study area. "Right now, we have work to do." Greg and I exchanged eye rolls before heading to the stacks to find our research materials. After work, I walked to the dining hall to have dinner and see Jasper. It was difficult to sneak back to the dish room without getting caught by his supervisors, but I was able to pull it off. I sweet-talked the guy who was running clean dishes out to the dining hall floor to keep a watch while I crept into the back and found Jasper reading a book. He looked bored out of his skull.

"Hey, working hard or hardly working?" I asked as I snuck up behind him, giving him a bit of a fright.

"There's nothing going on yet," he replied. "But, once six o'clock rolls around, I'm going to be very busy, indeed."

"So, I take it you already ate dinner," I said after we exchanged a quick hug and kiss.

"I did," he replied. "But, I would be more than up for some dessert later on tonight."

"We'll see," I told him, waggling my eyebrows, "If you're a good boy."

"Always," he said. I managed to find some food amongst the dining hall selection that didn't stimulate my gag reflex and ate my dinner with some of the girls from my floor. Suddenly, Jasper's roommate, Garrett, joined us. I guess one of the girls at the table was this girlfriend of his I've never seen. He sat down and threw his arm around Kate, a really sweet girl who lived about three dorms down from me. I was really surprised by that – Kate's such a nice girl, and Garrett comes across as a bit of a douche bag. To each her own, I guess.

After I had finished my dinner, I stood up to take my tray back to the dish room when Garrett looked up and noticed me leaving. "Hey, you're Alice, right? Jasper's girlfriend?"

"Yep," I said simply as I grabbed my tray and turned away from the table.

"You two up for some herbage tonight?" He called before I was out of earshot.

"What?" I asked, turning around. I knew what he was talking about, but this was the first time in my life I had ever been offered marijuana. I wanted to make sure I understood him correctly. He mimed holding a joint between his thumb and index finger and brought them put to his lips like he was smoking. I rolled my eyes. "No thanks, Garrett. That's not really our thing."

He shrugged and continued his conversation with the people at the table while I dropped my tray on the conveyor belt that took the dishes back to be washed. The dish runner walked by and I managed to snag him before he ducked back into the dish room. "Hey, are they pretty busy back there?" He nodded shyly. "OK, well just tell Jasper that Alice will be back in her room studying when he gets off work." Again, the guy nodded and quickly disappeared behind the door.

Back in my dorm room, Tanya looked like she was getting ready to go out for the night – she had on some tight, dark jeans with a black tank top. And, much to my surprise and chagrin, she was holding my plum colored, silk tunic that my mom got me for Christmas. She held it up to her body in front of the mirror and looked as though she was deciding whether or not she wanted to wear it out. I cleared my throat loudly to let her know I had entered the room.

"Oh, hey," Tanya said as she quickly dropped the tunic on my bed. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Clearly," I replied as I grabbed the top and put it back in my closet. She gazed at my rack of clothes with a longing in her eyes and I sighed heavily. "Tanya, if you want to borrow something just ask."

"It's just…you have such pretty clothes, and I don't really have anything nice," she said sheepishly. "I was going to ask you, but you weren't here and I have a date in ten minutes."

I pulled the tunic back out of the closet and handed it to her. "Here, just be really careful, OK? My mom gave me this last Christmas."

"I will be! Thank you so much, Alice," she said as she pulled me in for a big hug. I hugged her back gently before I fell onto my bed and grabbed my book bag. I found my math book and decided to get my homework for Monday out of the way tonight so I could have the weekend free. Tanya threw the top on and then fixed her hair and makeup quickly in front of our shared vanity mirror. Tanya's not what I'd call a girly girl, so I'm not really surprised that she doesn't own many nice clothes. However, when she pulled a pair of ugly, black moccasins out of her closet, I knew I was going to have to take this girl shopping one of these days. She was almost as clueless as Bella when it comes to fashion. She turned to me excitedly. "Wish me luck!" And, with that, she was out the door in a hurry.

"She's gonna need plenty of luck with those shoes," I said to myself as I went about tackling my equations. I finished my math and made quick work of my geography homework before Jasper came knocking on my door. He looked exhausted. He also appeared to have showered and changed after work, so at least he didn't smell like that pleasant mixture of sour milk and chlorine tonight. I pulled him into the room and we immediately started making out on my bed. We started to remove each other's clothing slowly as we continued to kiss and caress passionately. It's been too long since we've made love, and I was really looking forward to this. Jasper was still hesitant, though. I kept trying to explain to him that I was already pregnant, so having sex wasn't going to have any further unexpected outcomes for us – at least not for the next seven months.

"Still," he said, "It feels strange to make love to you when I know there's…someone else involved."

"Jasper, it's about two inches long right now," I said. "It's not really all that involved in much of anything."

Tonight, I was determined to get him past his uneasiness and let him know it was perfectly safe to have sex while pregnant. And besides, I didn't really think he could go seven months without sex. He is a guy, after all.

I peeled his shirt over his head and threw it to the side as he grabbed for the hem of my shirt to do the same. Once my top was removed, Jasper went for the clasp on my bra, but stopped short as he gazed at my midsection. There was already a little bump beginning to show – that was bound to happen since I had been so tiny for most of my life. Any amount of weight gain on a girl under five-feet tall is noticeable. Jasper touched the spot just below my belly button gently and a faint smile appeared on his face. "That's where it is, huh? That's where our baby is right now."

I put my hand on the very same spot and nodded. "Yep, that's where the baby is." His eyes met mine and his smile grew even bigger.

He never made it to my bra. Instead he rolled us onto our sides and held me close to him. Jasper stroked my back gently and we just laid there quietly for about half-an-hour before we decided to just watch a movie. I guess I'll have to try this again tomorrow night.

We were almost finished watching Death Proof when Tanya came back in from her date. She sat on her bed with a disappointed sigh. "Sorry guys, didn't mean to interrupt your movie."

"It's OK," I told her as I pushed stop on the remote. "We can watch this anytime. Date not go so well?"

"It was awful," she replied as she gently pulled the tunic over her head and handed it to me. "It was a waste of a perfectly nice borrowed top."

I laughed and took the tunic from her, placing it back in my closet. "What went wrong? Did you guys just not have much in common?"

"Well, yeah, there was that," she said. "And there was the fact that he was one of those sad, lonely losers who does nothing but sit in his dorm room and play World of Warcraft. I would have been back sooner, but I decided to be polite and at least have dinner and dessert with him."

"Ouch," Jasper laughed as I rejoined him on my bed. "That sucks, how did you meet someone like that?"

"Blind date," she said. "We were set up by some mutual friends."

"World of Warcraft geeks have real, live friends?" I asked in mock astonishment, making Tanya give a weak laugh. "Well, better luck next time, I suppose."

"Hey," Jasper said suddenly. "We know a single guy who could use a nice girl like Tanya, don't we?"

"Who?" I asked in utter confusion. I didn't know any single guys that came to mind at present.

"Jacob," Jasper replied. "Well, at least Bella knows him pretty well. But, we understand if you don't want to get setup again, Tanya."

I saw what he was doing – trying to find a girl to occupy Jacob before he managed to weasel his way back into Bella's life again. It was a good plan, in theory, but it didn't particularly work the first time we tried it. Tanya didn't seem too keen on another setup, anyway. "Thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll just try it on my own from now on."

"Well, if you've got nothing better to do tomorrow, we're going to be hanging out with my brother and sister-in-law all day," I said. "You're more than welcome to come."

"Maybe," she said. "Most of my friends will be going home for the weekend, so it'll just be me and the janitorial staff, again." Tanya didn't grow up in the area, like the majority of UBC students. She was from Calgary; that's a ten-hour drive.

The next morning, Jasper retreated to his room to get ready while Tanya and I went to the showers on our floor. This whole showering next to other people was something I was going to have to get used to. We never even took showers in the locker rooms after cheerleading practice or P.E. back in school. But here, all the girls who lived on my floor had to share a communal bathroom. That meant you had to get very comfortable with your neighbors pretty quickly. Once we had returned to our room and gotten dressed, Jasper was ready as well. Tanya decided she would join us for the day. "But, I'll take my car just in case I start feeling like the fifth wheel."

She followed us to Edward and Bella's apartment, where my brother and sister-in-law were setting up the Wii system Edward had finally pulled out of their storage closet. "I still can't believe mom and dad let you have the Wii," I told him as I hugged Bella.

"Whatever, you got the Xbox," he retorted. That was true enough. We all sat around the TV, taking turns on the games Edward had rented. It wasn't long before the boys brought out a bottle of whisky and began pouring drinks. Looks like I'm going to be the designated driver for Jasper today.

Bella poured me some juice and asked Tanya if she wanted anything. "Um, I guess I'll have a whisky and Coke if that's OK."

"Sure," Bella said as she poured the drink.

"You're not having any alcohol?" Tanya asked me as I sipped my grape juice.

"No," I told her in a low whisper. "Um, I'm pregnant."

"Oh," she said quickly before tucking into her whisky. I was kind of glad I finally got that out of the way, it would save me the trouble of having to explain to Tanya why I was suddenly getting fat in only my belly region.

Bella and I faced off in a game of ping cup, which I just barely won. "These stupid remotes are so touchy," she whined. "It never does what you want it to."

"I didn't have any problems with mine," I teased as I looked back at our captive audience. Edward and Jasper were talking softly about nothing in particular. Meanwhile, Tanya was beginning her second whisky and Coke and staring at my brother and boyfriend with that same longing look she gave to my wardrobe. I guess she didn't only covet my clothing. No, she's not a home wrecker, I scolded myself, she's just lonely and in need of a boyfriend. Maybe introducing her to Jacob wasn't such a bad idea, after all. I brought it up to Bella while she and I picked up a pizza for lunch.

"That could be a good idea," she said. "I don't think Jacob's seeing anyone right now. But, we just have to make it seem like we're introducing him to a new friend, not a potential date."

"Understood," I said. "But, I think this could really work out. I mean, Tanya's way cooler than Jessica."

"Yeah," Bella replied unenthusiastically.

"You don't like her?" I asked.

"She just gives me a weird feeling," Bella replied. "But, it's probably because I don't know her. I'm sure once I spend more time with her, I'll like her better."

"Very diplomatic, Bells," I laughed as we pulled back into the apartment complex.

Oh, Tanya! She has to come in and create a little drama in every story, doesn't she? What damage will she inflict here? Only time will tell!

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