This is set in the middle of New Moon, where Jacob is "sick".

Bella's POV

"Hello?"
"Oh hi Bella," Billy answered.
"Is Jake around?" I asked nervously. Not only am I calling my former best friend that has been ignoring me for two weeks because I needed some light in my eyes, but because I was worried about him. After we saw that movie with Mike, things didn't go too well.
"No, but he'll call you when he can"
"I was just wondering –" and he hung up before I said another word.
This was impossible. Ever since Jake got sick, I've been calling his house to check up on him. He was either sleeping or too tired to talk.
I made my way to the living room when Charlie came in.

"Hey Bells," he said.
"Oh hey Dad, how was your day?"
"Good…" he looked away for a second. "How about you?"
I remembered that phone call with Billy. "Okay, I guess. Have you heard from Jacob?"
"No, but the last time I checked, Billy sounded worried. It looks like Jake has it pretty bad this time. Look, Bells, I think you should go check up on him; it might be good for you. You haven't been out of this house for almost two weeks."
How can anybody go out knowing that the love of your life doesn't love you anymore? I felt empty, and ever since I've been hanging around Jake, there was a little peek of light in my life. I had to do something, not only for myself, but for Jake.
"Maybe I will." I decided. I picked up my keys and headed for the door without another word.

I started my truck when I heard rustling outside. I looked back and there was nothing there. The same thing happened, only this time it hit my truck.
My car door opened and that's when I thought my life was over.

1 MONTH LATER

I felt it rise in my throat and I knew it wasn't last nights' dinner because I didn't have dinner.. I jumped from bed and ran to the washroom.
"Bells? You 'kay in there?" Charlie must have heard me. I wiped my mouth to make sure he wouldn't notice anything.
"Um, yeah. I'm fine dad, must be something I ate last night." I flushed the toilet and cleaned everything up.
I knew I wasn't sick. This has been happening for at least a week. I finally got a hold of Jake a few days ago and found out he wasn't sick, but he was a werewolf. I knew that I haven't had the same sickness he did, because werewolves run in his family.
The flashback of my encounter that night came back.
After I opened my truck door, there was a light. It looked like an angel was flying around. The light that came from the angel was too bright so I couldn't make up its face. A second later, I passed out and Sam found me in the middle of the road. He told Charlie that I knocked my head at Jake's house so I don't remember anything.

But I do.

Suddenly, something hit me. What if I'm…?
"Bella! You're late for school!" Charlie yelled out. I walked down the stairs, still wearing my pjs.
"Dad? Is it okay if I skip one day of school? I don't feel so good."
He examined my face for a moment. "Sure. But I'm almost late for work. I'll come if you need anything." He promised.
"Okay." But he was already out the door before I got the chance to say goodbye.

I went upstairs and turned on my computer. I searched my symptoms, to find out what kind of disease I had. The first result left me speechless.
"Pregnancy."

I didn't know what to do. I didn't remember being raped; I didn't remember anything that had to do with something like that! The phone rang and I ran to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Bella? Hey, what are you doing home?" It was Jacob.
"Jacob, remember when I told you about that night? About that angel I saw?" I was talking to fast but he seemed to understand me.
"Sure… why?" he sounded confused.
"I'm think I'm pregnant."

And the line went dead.