DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, or any material in it. Stephanie Meyer is the genius behind the saga, not me. But don't we all wish we owned it?

NOTE: This is my second Twilight Fanfic. I haven't posted my first one, and I don't think I will, either. Love it? Hate it? PLEASE TELL ME IN A REVIEW! But please try to be nice. Suggestions for my next one would be nice, too. Sneak peak of "Coma" will be posted at the end of Chapter Six. You may also review on that if you would like, also. Really. Thanks!

Chapter One: Tests

I woke one morning in Edward's bedroom, on the bed they had purchased a year or so ago. It was warm, cozy and I felt safe whenever I was in the Cullen's home. I was happily married to the forever-seventeen, God-like Edward, and I was happy with my life. Although, Edward had been able to stall the date of me being changed into a vampire. It didn't annoy me anymore, but knowing my nineteenth birthday was creeping closer and closer with each passing day still made me nervous. I didn't want to get older. I liked being just one year older than Edward. I really didn't want to be two years older! Like I'd said to him before, if he was staying in his teens forever, so was I! And he couldn't budge me about this one, and I meant it!
"Good morning, beautiful. How was your night?" Edward's velvet voice purred into my ear, making me blush and clouding my thoughts, like always. He was next to me, and his right hand was gently stroking my cheek. I smiled at him sleepily, and rubbed my forehead. I groaned, and rolled over, bunching up and putting my hands over my stomach. Edward reacted immediately, rushing over to the other side of the bed and falling down to his knees without even a sound.
"Bella! Bella? Are you alright, love? What's wrong?" His voice was pleading.
I groaned again, feeling utterly sick to my stomach. "I...don't...know...I...don't...feel...good..." was all I managed to mutter in broken whispers, although I was not crying. I coughed, my throat feeling sore. I realized my eyes were clamped together tightly, so I opened them. That was a very bad idea. The room was spinning, and the blood was starting to drain from my head. I clamped my eyelids together again, and the last thing I remember was Edward's thumb stroking my palm gently.

I woke up after, but I didn't know how long it had been since I had fainted. But I woke up, just to have my breath taken away by Edward's warm, golden topaz gaze. His eyes met mine, and the beautiful coloring in them seemed to melt and just become even more dazzling. It seriously was unfair!
"I told you, you shouldn't do that to me." I laughed at him.
"Do what?" He seemed clueless, but I knew he was playing along.
"Dazzle me! You haven't the slightest idea of the effect it has on someone like me, you know. Remember the one time you made me faint?" I remembered that day very clearly. He seriously had made me faint, right in his arms. I laughed at it now, but when it had happened, I knew I was getting in deeper than I thought and knew I should be. But it was too late now; I couldn't go back. I was madly in love with Edward, and that was something that couldn't and wouldn't change. Ever.
"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. I don't mean it, really." He chuckled, and pressed his cool lips to my forehead. But he quickly pulled away, his forehead becoming creased with the familiar lines of a frown that ruined the features of his too-perfect face. "You're warmer than usual, Bella. Are you feeling alright? You've been like this for awhile now. Do I need to get you anything?" He asked me, his voice sounding fearful.
"I think..." I paused, closing my eyes. He was right. This had been going on for awhile, and I was starting to feel afraid. I had also noticed that I'd been...late. Three weeks late. Oh, and was it a coincidence that I "skipped" just after I'd..."slept"...with Edward, or been spending a few nights with Jacob in La Push? Oh, I wouldn't call that a coincidence! Not. At. All.
A sick feeling rose from my gut, causing me to gag slightly. I knew what I had to say, but I couldn't get the words to come out. So, instead, I forced them out, slowly, and one by one.
"I need you...to go to the pharmacy...get me...a...a..." I drew in a deep breath, closing my eyes. "a pregnancy test. I just need to be sure. Edward, what if I am pregnant? What will I tell Charlie? Or Renee? Or...Jacob?" I noticed that Edward still cringed whenever I said Jacob's name; he still hated him, even though I'd tried to convince him time and time again that he really wasn't a bad guy, for a werewolf, you know. He was my former best friend, and he deserved to be treated with respect.
"Are you sure?" Edward's voice scattered my thoughts, making me surface back into reality.
"Y-yes, Edward, I'm sure," I told him, using the best firm voice I could, but it cracked once.
"Alright. I'll be right back."
"Hurry back, please."
He kissed me lightly on the lips, and then he was gone. I heard his car starting, and then all was silent. I curled myself into a ball, and waited there, for him to return.

-Fifteen minutes later-

Edward entered the room, and it was then I realized I had just woken up from having fallen asleep again. I groaned gently, and sat up in the warm bed. He sat down next to me on the edge of the bed, offering the box to me. I took it, and rested my head on his cold shoulder. He kissed the top of my head, and I closed my eyes just ever so slightly.
"I'll be right back." I finally muttered, pulling away from him. I shuffled into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I sat down, and carefully read and followed the instructions on the back. And then the waiting began. Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen. The minutes seemed to take longer than usual. They dragged on in lulls that made me feel sick with each passing second within each and every one of them.
Finally, the little device beeped. I brought it to my face, my eyes closed. I hesitated for just half a second, and then I forced my eyes open. I looked at the screen, and my eyes grew wide. There was the sound of plastic clattering against lenolium, and I couldn't believe it. I just sat there, stunned. My jaw hung down, and I didn't even realize my tongue was starting to dry out. Edward must've heard, because he came rushing to the door. He realized it was locked, and so he started pounding and yelling for me to let him in.
In a daze, or a trance-like state, I got up and sauntered over to the door. I unlocked it, and immediately the door swung open. Edward's eyes were wide, and he was panting from all the yelling he had just done. He saw that my eyes were starting to well up with tears, and he immediately pulled me into his arms. I cried against his chest, not sure if they were tears of joy or tears of confusion, or something else.
"Bella, what did the test say?" Edward questioned me. I was beginning to hyperventilate, and he had obviously noticed. He calmed me down by humming my lullaby softly. It helped some.
"It - said I was - p-p-p-pregnant." I said between gasping sobs and a fresh flow of tears. Edward backed up slightly, leaving only his cool hands to rest on my shoulders.
"Who's is it?" He asked. I could tell he was getting mad already. I shook my head, putting my hands over my eyes and falling to my knees. I lay there, sobbing, on their bathroom floor. "How stupid, humiliating and helpless I must look," I thought to myself. I kept shaking my head. This couldn't be happening. Maybe - by some miracle - it was all just a bad nightmare. Edward wasn't really mad at me. I had never gotten pregnant. I wasn't laying on the floor sobbing my eyes out right now. I couldn't be. I didn't want to be. But, somehow I knew that there was no escaping from this nightmare. It had come true, and at the worst time possible. My life was ruined, all in fifteen minutes. How much more cruel could life get?
But, there was still one very important yet currently unanswered question: Who was the father? I'd done "it" with Edward, just about a week before I missed my cycle. But I'd also been drunk one time while in La Push, and slept with Jacob, too. But I didn't want it to be his baby. Edward would get so pissed at me if I got a test and the results came back saying the father was Jacob Black.
"I'm so sorry." Was all I could say, over and over again. Edward didn't move. His hands dropped to his side. I knew he was looking at me; I could feel his topaz gaze burning into me like a drill. I sobbed, knowing I probably looked like a fool right now.
What was going to happen now? It felt like my world had come to a screeching halt all in just fifteen long, torturing minutes.
When I had finally settled down and looked up, Edward was still there, but he was angrier than ever. His hands were bunched up into fists, the tendons showing through his pale skin. His jaw was set and clenched, and the sight made me shiver involuntarily. I hated it when Edward was angry. It made me scared, even after being with him for two years.
Suddenly, he was gone. I didn't even hear the front door open and close, but the unmistakable sound of his silver Volvo starting up gave made my heart stop, and then start again with a jolt that felt like someone was shocking it. "No, no, no!" I said to myself, getting up and running out of the bathroom as fast as I could without tripping. I ran down the stairs, but by the time I had flung the front door open and looked outside, all that was left of Edward were the particles of dust that floated through the air.
Oh, no.