Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or these characters. They belong to the one and only Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter One

BPOV

No. No. No. No. No.

This can't be happening.

It happened now you have to deal with it.

This is dealing with it.

Sitting on the floor crying isn't going to help your situation, Bella.

I sat on the toilet seat staring at the two pink lines. Pregnant. There was just no way. Well there was a way but I was expecting this to happen especially with me being on birth control and him using a condom. Because I distinctly remember putting it on! What was I supposed to do?

Shit! Dad is going to kill me.

I hung my head in shame. There was a knock on the door. I looked up as Alice and Rose my best friends and roommate opened the door.

"Bella?" Alice called. I felt a new round of tears fall from my eyes and felt their arms around me.

"What am I going to do?" I sobbed. A child. I wasn't ready yet. I had another semester of college and I needed to get my life situated before I could have a kid.

"It's going to be okay." Rose stated. No, it wasn't. My dad was going to kill me. Omg, Emmett is going kill me too.

"Charlie and Emmett are going to kill me." I sobbed. "I disappointed my dad."

"No you didn't. You'll graduate before you have the baby, "Rose reminded me. "And not to mention you'll have the both of us to help you. Not to mention Emmett won't a lay a hand on you, if he knows what's good for him."

"But I can't ask you to support me." I told them. They both shook their heads at me.

"Bella, you should know by now that you are family and we will support you in any way and with every decision you have." Alice told me. I let out another sob and they hugged me tighter.

"It looks like I am having a baby." I sighed.

"And we are going to be aunties." Alice squealed. Rose glared at her causing me to laugh. "What? My best friend is having a baby. Of course I'm to be happy for her. Your baby is going to be the most loved and fashionable baby ever, Bells."

"Now that you mention it…" I looked at Rose who had this look in her eyes.

"You will not torment my child with your shopping excursions!" I yelled causing them to giggle.

"Can you feel that? Can you feel how good it feels?" he whispered in my ear causing me to whimper. The feeling of his hands on me, and the sound of his voice was over loading my senses. His hands moved from my bare breast traveling down my stomach and in my lacy underwear—right where I needed him to be. He touched my core sensing shivers down my back and causing me to arch. I need….I needed more. I need him. I must have voiced that because the next thing I knew I could feel him against me.

"Is this what you wanted Princess? You wanted me in you. You wanted to feel me against you?" he growled.

"Yes…oh…yes…" I moaned loudly. Which was surprising because I was never a moaner. I was never loud when I was having sex. But he felt so good against me. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders hitting s completely new angle and causing me to moan even louder.

"So good….so wet…so tight…tightest pussy ever." He moaned as he roughly pushed into me. I could faintly hear the headboard hitting the wall under the drumming of my heart, and our panting. He leaned forward and captured my nipple in his mouth; swirling and sucking on the perky bud. He massaged the other one making sure he spent the same amount of attention. My hands made its way to his hair grasping and pulling is bronze locks. He switched breast and continued the pleasurable torture. Somehow he added his fingers into the mix using my arousal to massage my clit.

"Oh, god…I'm…close…so…close..." I gasped. He was talented too talented. He picked up the speed causing my muscles to tense as I screamed his name.

I woke up gasping for air again for the fifth time this week. I felt the urge to cry. I didn't even need to look at what time it was because I knew. I let out a dry sob and touched my stomach. There was something about being pregnant that made me a sex fiend. My vibrator was currently out of commission due to the increased amount of usage. Therefore I had to settle for touching myself. But it wasn't as good as my B.O.B. and definitely not as good as Edward. Even the thought of him made me wet.

I stood from the bed feeling sticky and wet so I made my way towards the bathroom. I stripped and stared at myself in the mirror. My hand touched my stomach—which had now become my initial reaction to almost everything. My baby was there in my stomach. I sighed and turned on the shower before getting into it. I stood under the showering trying to figure out what my next step was like I did every time. In a few hours, I would be heading to the doctors to get a final confirmation. But I knew I didn't need one. The morning sickness, the dizziness and emotions were all confirmations of what I already knew—that I was hopelessly and undeniably pregnant.

I turned the shower off and wrapped the towel around my body before heading back into the room. I crawled back into bed and made sure my alarm was set before heading back into a dreamless sleep.

The doctor's office was packed. I guess that shouldn't have been surprising considering that Valentine's Day was just a little over a month ago. I sighed and looked at all the couples. Maybe it would have been better to have taken Rose up on her offer to come to the doctors with me. It made me feel like this was all a mistake. All I wanted to do was run out of the office. I tightly clutched the straps of my purse and closed my eyes trying to calm my nervousness and effectively block out all the chatter of the room. Which really wasn't happening.

"Isabella Swan!" Someone called.

"Bella." I said as an automatic reflex. I hated being called Isabella. I opened my eyes to see a beautiful nurse. She was about five foot ten with long strawberry blonde hair like Roses. Her eyes a piercing blue that even though it was intimidating it was still beautiful. Her beauty matched Rose and for some reason I started to feel uncomfortable. I stood from my seat and made my way towards her. Unconsciously my hand resting on my stomach as a reflex. It was more like I was calming the baby inside of me than anything else.

"Hi, Bella. I just need to take a few procedures before you need to see the doctor." She said to me as she led me to the back room.

"Umm, ok."

"First we will get your weight and height then take you temp and blood pressure." She said and I nodded. "Does that sound okay?"

"Yes." I said in a shaky breath.

"Okay here we are. Now I need you to change into the gown on the table. I will give you a few minutes." She said then left. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door followed by her asking if I was ready. I told her yes then watched as she came into the room. She got started taking my height and weight. Five foot five. 125 pounds. Temperature normal. Blood pressure normal. "Okay you are all set. The doctor will see you in a few minutes. Feel free to read any of the magazines."

I nodded and let out a breath of relief when she left. I had gained ten pounds in the past two weeks which was a shocker. From what I read online it was supposed to be a gradual increase in weight not a pile on. I laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. There was another knock on the door followed by a male voice. He was really handsome with blonde hair and striking blue eyes. What was it with everyone having blue eyes, inner Bella thought. He looked young….too young to be a doctor.

"Isabella, I am Dr. Cullen." He said he voice sounding like musical notes.

"Bella." I corrected for the third time today. I could feel my face redden under his gaze. He gave me a reassuring smile before reading my chart. I sighed and moved to look back up at the ceiling. I really wanted to get this over with. I could hear him talking to himself followed by the snapping of gloves against skin.

"Relax. Everything will be alright." He said in his musical voice.

Yeah, right I thought. After this nothing was going to be alright.

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