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This outtake takes place in February when they're still in college.

Thanks to TeamAllTwilgiht for looking over this uber quickly.

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope Santa brought you what you desired. I brought you a little EPOV.

EPOV

Fuck, I was an idiot!

How could I forget about the fucking condom? Everything was perfect. The night had gone just like I imagined, even better.

Who would have thought Bella was that selfless to accept to play b-ball on V-day? But I made up for doing that to her with my present. I hope.

Then I had to be a douche and forget the condom and even finished inside of her. She tried to act calm, but I knew she was freaking out inside. Just like me.

Over the next few weeks, I tried to pluck up my courage and ask if her Red Riding Hood arrived but I was too scared to do it.I became very aware of how tired Bob was and prayed that wouldn't happen to me. Not now.

I wasn't sure I could do it. But if it happened, I wasn't backing away. It would be my fault and…I'd be responsible about luck, I'd survive Charlie's wrath. Maybe a bulletproof vest?

Fuck! I was such an asshole!

Both, Bella and I, ignored the big pink elephant going on with our lives as if nothing had happened.

The night I finally decided to work on my paper because I had to show the professor something the next day, I wondered if everything was okay again. There were a few more days and there would be a month since V-day. Bella would have told me if something was wrong, but I wanted to know even if it was right or wrong.

After dinner we had gone to our rooms, and she insisted I work my thesis alone. That was great actually. She would have distracted me even if she didn't want to.

To my surprise, around ten at night, there was a knock on my door. Not ready to leave the laptop since I was into a writing spree, I shouted at the person to just come in.

With the corner of my eye, I saw Bella taking a seat on my side. She probably couldn't sleep away.

"Edward," she mumbled on a worried voice. That got my attention.

"Are you okay?" I asked scared. She looked extremely pale.

She didn't get to answer as she sprang up and rushed to the bathroom. Was she sick?

A part of me knew that I should stay there and probably catch her hair, but I was too shocked. It was probably the first time I saw her so vulnerable, hunched there over my toilet looking up at me with teary eyes.

"Fuck." I ran a hand through my hair looking at her hopelessly. I should have asked if I could get her anything. I was studying medicine for Christ's sake!

"I… It's the seventh," she blurted out biting her lip.

"I know. I have to show my teacher tomorrow what I wrote on my paper and I didn't have time to write anything."

"I'm late." Bella looked away.

"When is yours due?" I asked frowning. I hadn't heard her worrying about her paper.

"March first or second, okay...sometimes the fourth, but that is mainly when I am worrying about things."

Huh? This got more and more confusing. We were definitely talking about different things. "What are you talking about?"

"My period," she whispered.

I felt all the blood leaving my head and I became woozy. No fucking way. My fears were becoming reality.

Wanting to be sure this was actually happening, I decided to go and buy a test. I stepped into my sneakers nearly falling over while shrugging into my coat. After making sure I had the wallet and keys, I left in a hurry.

I felt bad for not explaining where I was going. I couldn't talk. Bella thought I was having a panic attack and I probably was. I felt like a robot as I walked down the stairs.

Not wanting to use the pharmacy on campus, I drove to one in the city. It took some time to find one open because it was so late. The second I saw OPEN on a pharmacy's door, I pulled over and rushed inside. The woman behind the counter looked as if I had just woken her up.

I rushed down the aisles, trying to find what I was looking for, not even sure how they looked like or where they were placed. Not wanting to ask, I kept searching. Finally, I arrived in front of them…nestled in between tampons and condoms. Was this some cruel joke?

I looked at the boxes, feeling my heart beating in my throat.

If this is true…

I shook my head, trying to think positive. I wasn't ready to be a father.

Grabbing one box I shuffled to the counter to pay for it.

The woman looked sympathetically at me, telling me the price. Why was this shit so expensive? Probably to prove people that a box of condoms was cheaper than a baby would be.

Fuck me. Carlisle will kill me.

I dropped the wallet as I thought of my parents. I'd disappoint them.

"There, there." The lady behind the counter was next to me, patting my back. I became aware of my loud breathing. "It may be false alarm," she tried to console me.

I doubt it. Bella knew better, right?

"Fuck, I'm so stupid," I mumbled taking some cash out and giving it to the woman.

"My first born was conceived after a party in college. You get used to the idea."

I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck. Could she fucking shut her mouth?

I wasn't ready.

I had a great opportunity to go play for Chicago Bulls!

I wanted to move there with Bella.

I wanted to have her to myself for as long as possible. Alone.

Kids? Definitely.

But not so soon. Not when we weren't prepared.

I took the change and the test then left. While driving to the campus, I tried to imagine telling the news to my parents. I could almost hear Carlisle shouting. I could see Esme looking all disappointed but promising to help, because that was how she rolled. They loved me unconditionally…and I disappointed them at every turn.

Then there'd be Charlie. I shuddered, trying not to think of his gun. He wouldn't kill me, but he'd injure me. I knew that.

Before I knew it, I was parked in my spot with my head pressed to the steering wheel.

Bella was probably wondering where I was. With that thought in mind, I rushed upstairs deciding to man up and be there for her, whatever the outcome of this was.

I found her on my bed, staring at one of my books, one hand rubbing her tummy. Fuck. The visual made my knees buckle. I offered her the box, toeing my sneakers off.

"Can you…stay with me?" she mumbled taking the box with her shaky hand.

"You have to pee on it. Surely, you don't want me there. I'll stay if it makes you feel better." I knew she'd be embarrassed by the whole thing.

"The second I finish, you're with me in there."

"Of course. Love you," I whispered, kissing her forehead.

She threw me a small smile then closed herself in the bathroom. I leaned against the door, resting my forehead to it.

Fuck my life. Why was this shit happening to me? To us? We finally were happy.

There was a loud scream from the bathroom and I opened the door without thinking. The first thing I saw was Bella's happy face…then I saw her panties and felt like puking.

"I'm glad we're okay and all but I didn't wanna see that…Do you have any brain bleach?" She laughed at me as I slammed the door shut immediately knowing we were okay. I could have lived without seeing that though.

It was one thing to know it was there somewhere…not allowing me to show her every way possible how much I loved her, but an entirely different thing to see it.

I remembered of a time when Alice tried to explain that it was just dead blood, but I made sure to leave the room as fast as possible.

Bella stepped out of the bathroom and hugged me tightly. I welcomed her small body against mine.

"You came in on me, honey. I didn't tell you to enter," she told me amused

"It sounded like you were being murdered."

"I'll go…take care of this."

"Okay. Will you come back?" I mumbled, catching her hand when she started going to the door.

"Aren't you busy?" She gestured to the bed.

"Well…you can stay here. Please?" I pleaded her. I wanted her close and I wasn't beyond admitting that I slept better with her next to me.

"Be right back."

With a small peck on the lips, she was gone. I returned to my paper, feeling better and lighter than I had been the past month.

I made a mental note to always be careful. I never wanted to go through this shit again.

When Bella returned, she nestled into my side while I typed away on my laptop. She looked through one of my books and managed to fall asleep with it in her hands. I needed the book, but didn't want to wake her so I slowly pried it from her grasp. She mumbled something and turned around snuggling with one of my other books that I knew I'd need. That would be tough to extract from under her head, I thought amused.

I became engrossed in writing and the next time I looked at the hour, I realized it was five in the morning. It was too late, or early, to try and fall asleep.

I didn't care I'd lost the night, the most important thing was that we were okay and that I'd never be as careless again.

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