I pushed away from the toilet, flushing the toilet and then my back hit the wall. There wasn't any denying it. I had tried for three months now. The nausea had gone away a month ago, but I knew the anxiety that kept a constant presence in my body had brought it back full swing.

Jacob and I had made a mistake. He had gone back to La Push for an entire month. It had been the longest time we had ever been apart from each other. He had responsibilities there though, and I would never have asked him to ignore those for me. When he came back….neither of us was in the right frame of mind. We had been too deprived, too anxious, too emotional….

After that night the both of us decided that we wouldn't make love again until we were married. We had stuck to that too. My family had yet to find out, and my heart ached at the thought that I could no longer keep this from them.

I brushed my teeth, and looked myself over in the mirror. When I pulled my shirt against my stomach you could see the tiniest bump. Jake hadn't noticed it whenever he hugged me, and the hoodies I had become accustomed to living in had hidden it from my family.

"Nessie?" Grandma called from outside my bedroom door. "Are you hungry, sweetheart? Your parents are on their way over, and you all are supposed to leave in a half hour."

"I'll be down in a minute," I said quietly. I knew she could hear me as well as if I had been standing right next to her.

"Okay, honey."

I listened as her footsteps made their way back down the staircase and into the living room. I took a deep breath, tugged my gray hoodie off, and adjusted my gray cardigan sweater so it sat right on top of my dark black jeans. Thankfully the sweater wasn't too tight and so you couldn't see my ever-growing stomach.

Clutching every ounce of courage I had, I walked the distance downstairs where my family was talking and laughing.

"Oh thank goodness!" Aunt Alice exclaimed upon seeing me. "The hoodie-phase has ended!"

Mom glared at her. "Renesmee can wear whatever she wants, Alice. She looks beautiful no matter what."

I forced back the tears that threatened to spill at any moment.

"Nessie, honey, what's wrong?" Dad asked as he glanced from Uncle Jasper to me.

Though Mom had been keeping my thoughts blocked from Dad for the past few months, there was nothing she could do to keep Uncle Jasper from reading my emotions. I'm not sure how many times I had to use the "It's my teenage hormones" excuse since Jacob and I had sex.

My father's worried eyes were all it took to let the first tear fall.

He and my mom were at my side in a heartbeat.

"What is it, baby?" Mom murmured, wiping the lone tear.

"I'm so, so sorry," I whispered and my voice managed to crack on the last word. "I regret it, and I want to take it back, but I can't."

Dad tilted my chin up so I would look him in the eyes. "Renesmee, tell us what happened. We'll fix whatever it is, sweetheart."

I shook my head and pulled away from them. Their comforting, their worry for me was too much. I had been a failure as a daughter. "You can't fix it," I mumbled. "There isn't anything you can do because it's permanent."

Mom grimaced. "Please tell us, Ness. We aren't going to be mad. We'll help you get through whatever it is."

"I know you won't be mad," I said softly. I looked between the both of them. "You're going to be disappointed, and that is so much, much worse. I wish the two of you would yell at me, but I deserve to feel horrid after doing what I did."

Mom's eyes widened. "Renesmee, no matter what you did that is not true. You do not deserve to feel that badly. Just tell us, baby girl."

"Baby," I whispered.

Dad instantly froze and I could tell he knew. He didn't need any further explanation.

Mom looked at me confused. "I always call you baby girl," she said.

"No, I'm pregnant, Mom," I said with a sob. "I was stupid and I wish I could take back that night, but I can't. I'm so, so sorry!"

The flood gates had been opened.