DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Twilight Saga, or any character's created by Stephenie Meyer. This work of fiction, set in the Twilight universe, is purely for fun.
Prologue
3:00, 2:59, 2:58
The minutes ticked by slowly, each one slower than the last. Bella wasn't sure how three minutes could be so slow, but as she sat on the edge of the bathtub, nerves churning in her stomach, she had never felt time crawl at such a slow pace as it had in that moment. The hand on her leg gripped her knee in a show of solidarity and she turned her head. She'd have offered the boy a smile if she had it in her, but for now, all she could do is scoot closer, and rest her head on his shoulder.
2:02, 2:01, 2:00
Only one minute had passed, and she felt like she was going to throw up. She'd felt like that a lot lately, though, which had led them to where they were now. While the rest of their families were in the Christmas spirit, they were upstairs, away from the party, sitting in silence as the timer on Bella's phone counted backward, letting them know how much time was left. Neither of them felt much like celebrating this Christmas Eve.
1:18, 1:17, 1:16
The closer the timer got to reaching zero, the more nervous she got. She rested her hand atop his, lightly trailing her fingers over his soft skin. It had only been a few months since they'd started at the University of Washington, and it was the first time they'd been home since. Bella wished she could be downstairs, catching up with Alice, instead of upstairs, praying that she'd be able to fall peacefully back into life as she knew it,
0:03, 0:02, 0:01
A line of zeroes flashed across the screen of her phone and she took a deep breath, her eyes locking with Edward's as she stood, moving toward the counter and picking up the test that lay there, her boyfriend of almost three years following quickly behind her, mere inches away, peering over her shoulder. She took a breath, and prepared herself, telling herself that no matter what it said, it didn't really change anything. At least, not between she and Edward. When had anything been able to shake them? They were unshakeable. They were steady. They were…
Pregnant.