Chapter 1 A Crappy Christmas Part 1

Bella's POV

I stood opposite my mirror shifting to the side, my figure did not appear to look any different. Pulling up my t-shirt exposing my almost flat stomach ,I still found no signs of a three month pregnancy bump. The news still shocked me ,I couldn't get my head round it. In fact if Charlie hadn't made a joke about me having PMS then it never would have caused my mind to consider the possibility of being pregnant. After that I couldn't recall the last time I'd gotten my period, a quick appointment to the Doctor's had confirmed my fears. On June the 6th , just two months before my nineteenth birthday I would be a mother. My mind nor my heart were prepared for a child. The last time I had loved something so dearly it had gone out of my life and hurt me so terribly that I was still recovering now. I was ashamed to admit it but I felt no love towards my unborn baby. Perhaps if it were Edward's then I might have thought differently about things.

My body trembled on the inside, even mentioning his name was too difficult a task for me. Covering my stomach up quickly I walked over to lie on my bed, this was such a depressing Christmas. For three simple reasons, 1. I was pregnant 2. Renee wasn't visiting me due to her cancelled flight and 3. Billy and Jacob Black were coming round for Christmas dinner today. Oh god. I wouldn't be able to put up with Jacob's clinginess today, we weren't on speaking terms at the moment. It was all his fault I blamed him. This all sounds really immature but maybe I cant blame Jacob entirely maybe I have to take some of the blame for myself?

At that moment, my bedroom door swung open ,and unannounced Charlie entered with a pair of white oven gloves on and a purple frilled apron tied over his Chief uniform. Oh my father at that moment was the perfect example of masculinity. Sighing in annoyance I sat up on my bed giving him a what-do-you-want look.

"Hey Bells. Turkey cooked and everything else is good to go."

Charlie who hadn't cooked a proper meal since 1986 was attempting to cook Christmas dinner for four people. Had I not been in a current state of depression I would have offered my cooking expertise , but some twisted part of me was hoping that in leaving him to cook alone the turkey would be burnt and the 'fun' meal would be cancelled. However, much to my dismay everything had gone smoothly leaving nothing burnt or inedible. Of all the days for Charlie's cooking to go well it had to be today!

"Great. That's fantastic Dad." I said feigning interest. "What time does Billy and his pup get here?"

"Not this again! What do you have against Jacob, Bella?" He demanded to know placing a hand on his hip in a manner that did not help diminish his feminine side.

"Nothing Dad. Ok I'm just worried that now I'm alone he'll get the wrong idea." I lied looking as convincing as a teenager conning their way into an R-rated movie.

Charlie jaw dropped open about to say something else, until the sound of the door knocking downstairs caught his attention. Knowing who the visitor's would be Charlie began to dither between the stairs and my doorway in a sudden panic. Until he made a dash towards the stairs, forgetting his current attire.

"Hey Dad." I called to him.

He came running back in clinging to the doorway. "What?"

I grabbed hold of my collar to indicate that he was still wearing the oven gloves and apron. Throw in a black long haired wig and he could resemble Nigella Lawson. Who according to some dull conversation with Angela a while back, was some British cook. Charlie's face turned bright red as he began to get flustered.

"Oh your right. And I'm still in my work uniform. Bell's your going to have to go answer the door." He told me.

I began to panic myself at that moment. I could not go down there and answer the door to Jacob and his dad. Jacob and me had fallen out and Billy would be feeling all sympathetic because of what happened with Ed- him. But how could I tell Charlie that without sounding rude or revealing the dispute between me and Jacob. What was I going to do?

"Dad I don't think-"

But Charlie didn't give me time to give him a reasonable excuse at to why I shouldn't let in our Quileute guests, for in a matter of moments he had ran off down the hall to his room shouting thanks at me. Cursing under my breath and making a mental note to kill Charlie later , I stalked down the stairs to answer the door. Once I got to the door I could see Jacob through the stained glass window, staring at the ground probably in attempts to avoid eye contact with me.

"Hi." I said forcing on a sincere smile. "Nice to see you."

In response Billy gave me a kind wave whilst Jacob shoved right past me and wandered into the living room, almost as if he were unaware of my presence. And who said this was going to be awkward.

"I don't know what's got into him." Billy thought allowed as he wheeled himself in and I closed the front door. "He wont tell me why you two have fallen out."

"Honestly Billy. It's complicated. But hopefully it will be sorted out soon." I assured him or more I tried to assure myself.

We walked into the living room where Jacob was sat on the armchair in the corner, preoccupying himself with a newspaper. I sat on the sofa opposite in complete silence, praying to god to bring me a miracle. Or just something that would help get me out of this awful situation that I never wanted to find myself in. After a further five minutes of silence, I was to say relieved would be an understatement, when Charlie reappeared dressed in jeans and a red chequered shirt ,and took over responsibilities of being the host. Occupying Billy with conversation of the upcoming Baseball season. With everyone doing their own thing I decided to go into the kitchen and prepare dinner.

When I got into the kitchen the odour of cooked meat in the air swept into my nose, and I had to fight back the urge to throw up. I forgot that a major part of pregnancy was morning sickness. But I was strong I could get through this without giving in to the nauseous feeling in my stomach. However, the moment I pulled back the foil on the turkey and inhaled an even stronger dose of the smell, I knew my defences had been broken. Placing a hand over my mouth I tried to run out into the hall but knew I could not physically make it to the bathroom in time, so pushing open the backdoor I rushed out into the yard and was sick into the snow covered ground.

Once all my heaving and coughing was over I stood up from my hunched over position, taking a few moments to catch my breath. I got the fright of my life however when I turned around to see Jacob standing there.

"Hey…J-a…..ke. You a……..all-right?" I mustered my teeth now chattering.

With emptying the contents of my stomach being my main priority, the cold outside had slipped my mind so I had arn out wearing just a thin red shirt , jeans and flat black pumps.

"Your cold." Jacob pointed out removing himself from his black leather jacket and placing it over my shoulders as I shivered. "Bells. Why were you throwing up? Are you sick?"

"It's nothing." I lied trying to remove his jacket but as he placed his hand tightly on my shoulder the grip was too strong to break free from.

"Bells. Please tell me." He urged. "Whatever it is it can't be that bad."

Tears started falling from my eyes, this had been the first time I had cried since discovering the news. "Jake you have no idea."

"Then tell me. Please." He repeated.

"Ok I will. Jake I'm pregnant. And you're the father."

A/N: ha-ha I am evil and have decided to leave you with a cliff-hanger. Review or I will set the wolves on you!!! Ha-ha thanks for reading I will update soon.