Starting Again
A/N: Sorry it took so long to start this sequel up. Let's just say I have ALL the time in the world now since I have 0 jobs. Unemployment is not a good thing. Hello to all the newcomers, you all made me want to come back and continue this story, so thank you. This is for all of you.
Chapter 1
So, I might be pregnant. Maybe. I would pick to have sex with a hunter and bring a baby into a crazed filled world of psychos, demons, and monsters. This life just couldn't get any better now could it…It could just be stress though. Wouldn't that be terrific? And we would all celebrate and from now on I'd buy rubbers for Dean or get on something....Or I could just be having a baby.
The thoughts flip flopped back in my mind turning round and round like a dryer. Which one would come out first was anyone's guess now. But from what my symptoms felt like it was easy enough to guess. Still crossing my fingers never hurt. "Please, please, please," I mumbled, my lips flying at a rapid speed.
Dean simply accelerated the car; his lips pressed tightly together, not a word escaping them. Sam sat quietly in the back, his gaze drifting over the flat, barren land around us. I wish I knew what both of them were thinking. After Sam's "wow" not a word had been said as to how they thought about the baby. Good thing, bad thing? Fluke? I wish someone would tell me something, since I knew Sam hated this lifestyle some days and Dean…Dean never wanted to get old. He wanted to die young in battle, so that told you he didn't want a life outside of hunting. How we'd ever work since one day, far, far away I wanted to get out of this, I wanted peace from a life of misery.
We had been heading to Connecticut when this little mishap happened. I closed my eyes, trying to squeeze back a tear before it could slide down my face. No, luck. I felt the tiny salty tear trailing down my face; turning toward the window quickly, I hid my face so Dean couldn't see my reaction. At this moment I had never felt more alone in being a woman. If Dean and Sam wanted they could leave me, ditch me in some nice, little town and expect me to survive after years of being a hunter. I wouldn't be able to do it, not without help, not without support of some kind. They'd want me to have a good life, I mean, that's great, but I don't want my baby daddy to leave me on the road like a bad house pet. Wiping away the remainder of the tear I gazed through the window, seeing a town sign fly by us.
Finally we reached a town five miles later, a small family owned drug store sat on the corner of the main street drag the swirling blue, white, and red striped pole hanging from the top of the entrance. The town looked deserted, most of the stores boarded up. The ice cream parlor, toy store, and shoe store were all closed down with the toy store's sign hanging by what seemed to be an invisible thread. The paint was coming off what shutters were still hanging up near the windows. The large trees still remaining on the drag started to overgrown the sidewalks leaving cracks and small hills in the cement. I mentally shrugged, that was how the economy was at the moment. Hitting everyone hard and slow and making beautiful towns like this one might have been into a wasteland of brown brick buildings. The mortar had begun to crumb out of a few of the places leaving gaping holes allowing the bricks to meet, probably also a good place for spiders and other bugs to manifest themselves.
Finding a spot in front of the pharmacy was sadly easy, Dean sidled up to the curb quickly putting the Impala in park like the pharmacy was a diseased place. Of course in his mind, this was probably a disease. Dean never wanted to have kids from what he'd told me. Ruin their lives I bet he was thinking. I climbed out in a hurry, ducking my head from hitting the top of the Impala like I had done so many times before. Leaving the two brothers behind, I hoped they wouldn't follow me in. Dealing with this on my own would be enough of a worry. Yet, I still wish someone had asked, or made some sort of an effort to at least get out of the car.
I glanced back to the guys as I pulled the slightly dusty glass door open and saw Dean's head leaning against the steering wheel, his face concealed from me. Sam stared out the back window, avoiding me and my predicament; I shook my head, so alone in this. I just couldn't be pregnant. Not now and maybe not ever if I continued with my current lifestyle. Imagine, me, Bella Swan, a house wife who did all the chores, cleaning the house top to bottom every day and still served her man a hot meal every day after he got back from his eight to five job, then snuggled up to him on the leather couch before bed. That just wasn't me. I wasn't a Stepford wife. I would despise that sort of lifestyle. How can women do that from day to day and not go clinically insane?
The store was dimly lit as I hurried past molding shelf after dust ridden shelf of useless items. Bunnies stuffed with candy, lollipops shaped as chicks, and old heart shaped pieces of chocolate lined the aisle I finally turned down. Pink and white, blue and pastel green flashed across my peripherals, but I avoided them, looking straight ahead. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, the pungent smell of old excruciating strong, I continued towards the back my eyes flicking from one spot to another looking for the one box I always hoped I would have to use. Perhaps they kept it at the front to shame the girls who came in looking for it, it wouldn't bother me. I'd never see the owner again. This town was simply a small town with nothing supernatural about it.
Of course if I had been smarter, perhaps I would have been more prepared and gotten on birth control of some sort. But who would have thought that my first boyfriend after two or three times would impregnate me? I mean I was from a small school, but I just didn't pay attention to that world. Vampires, shape shifters, those were the types of things that were on my mind after I had met Edward. Not how to become pregnant in thirty days or less. My destiny it seems was always to screw up in some capacity or other. Finding what hopefully was the correct aisle, I let my eyes scan, searching for the dreaded words to pop out at me. Looking straight ahead of me I found the purple and white box staring me dead in the face. 99.9% accurate. Well, I certainly hoped this would be a negative accurate. Catching something out of the corner of my eye I froze. Maybe I was wrong on the supernatural being here. Slowly moving down as if to tie my shoe I pulled out the knife hidden in my boot. Straightening I came face to face with Sam.
"Sam!" I huffed¸ my voice cracking a little bit from not using it. "I thought you were going to stay in the car." I crouched down, putting the thin knife back into the holder inside my boot as I picked up the pregnancy box again. My face felt like it was beet red from being surprised, heat poring off of it. Standing up I tried to straighten out my clothes, looking for an imaginary wrinkle when I knew 100 percent cotton never held any.
"I came because you need to know we're here for you." Sam gently patted my shoulder with his calloused hand, a small tug from his soft pink lips showing he would have smiled at a more comical situation. The whole "we" thing being dismissed in my mind, he was here for me, but Dean was an entirely different story. Maybe he would never be with me on this issue for as long as I knew him.
"Thanks," I replied, looking up at Sam's ever handsome face. The liquid brown eyes were still slightly serious with his foppish brown hair falling down towards his eyes as he gazed down at me. If only I had fallen in love with him, he would have been sweet to me, always thinking about my feelings first.
"What was with the whole jumpy thing though?" Sam gaffed, a smile spreading out across his face. "Some hunter…" His sentenced drifted off as he started leisurely walking to the front, pulling me along as he slung his arm around my shoulders.
I punched him lightly in the side for those words, a small smile coming out on my face. Sticking out my tongue quickly I replied, "I was in a moment." My Valley girl voice coming out at the end. Sam always hated when I pretended I was stupid. Of course if we were ever on a hunt and that happened where I wasn't prepared, I would be deader than dead. But for now I had nothing to fear, no weird senses, no hair standing on the back of my neck, everything was fine from what I could tell. Well, except for my body.
"Excuses, excuses," Sam chortled, trying to lighten the mood from this situation. Of course it could only be so lightened.
Reaching the front we waited, and waited. The proprietor seemed to have left the store for good. Just when I was thinking I could walk out and not pay for the merchandise he showed up.
"You buying this?" he questioned, his almost black eyes looked up, his eyes jumping from Sam to me and back again. Squinting through one eye he looked back down before he grabbed the box, gnarled hands shooting out from behind the counter, his blue denim shirt pulling up to reveal thin bony wrists.
"Yes, sir," Sam replied respectively, while the old man rang up the purchase on an older cash register. I avoided looking at the man, looking instead at the store front, the emptiness that I didn't see before. This place would be closed by the end of the year if help didn't come, and soon. The front held only a few batteries and a couple of pieces of gum. The rest of the candy was gone, no drinks, not even a magazine rested on the revolving racks. Obviously he too had given up on the place, just like the rest of the other town owners.
"It'll be fifteen eighty-four," he muttered, his mouth revealing yellowed teeth, crooked and going askew.
I pulled out my wallet from my back pocket, opening it to find the last twenty we had. The rest of the wallet held major credit cards to our phony alias. Not like we didn't have matching driver's licenses and other documentation to go along with the cards. He took the money from me grumpily, shoving it into the drawer before shorting me sixteen cents. Not like it matter though, I didn't want the change anyway. I didn't really have anywhere else to put it.
"Sir, where's the bathroom?" I asked, finally looking him square in the eye for the first time. I certainly wasn't going to go in front of the guys on the side of the road, or go in a cup for that matter. Sure, it sounds funny, but when the guys had to take a leak they just used a cup every once in awhile and let it fly. This was definitely not one of those occasions.
"There," he pointed, towards the left back corner. "And here," he thrust a key attached to a wooden stake into my hands. "You'll need that."
I tried to smile at him in thanks, but his back was already turned towards me, fiddling with something behind the counter, muttering underneath his breath. Glancing up at Sam I shrugged, grabbed his hand for support and started towards where the old man had pointed to.
We kept quiet, walking quickly towards my doom; the only sound our boots hitting the tile floor. What would happen if it was positive? Negative? Would Dean want to break up? Would I start hunting again on my own? What would happen?
The unisex door stood in front of me, it's hinges rusting a bit, the handle hard to pull as I practically pushed the key into the slot. Opening it was difficult, at one point I felt I would break the key in the door if I used any more force. Obviously no one had used this bathroom in weeks, months. Finally the lock gave and I shoved the door open, looking up at Sam I gave a tentative smile. He would stay here and wait. The hinges squeaked worse than anything as I slid into the bathroom. The light came on but flickered and I guessed it would continue to do that the whole time. The bathroom was small and cramped, toilet paper lay strewn across the floor, dirty footprints implanted in it. Paper towels hung haphazardly in the small faded blue plastic trash can. I wanted to pinch my nose at the disgusting smell, but I couldn't. This job would require two hands, so sucking in a deep breath through my mouth I gritted my teeth and went over to the blackened hole that no one had cleaned in what looked like years.
I could squat and try not to touch anything. My shoes were already a ruined pair, but they didn't have any holes in the bottom, a blessing in the slightest. Leaning over I clenched my eyes shut, imagining myself somewhere else from this horrible place. Maybe back in Miami or somewhere I could enjoy the sun in a little bit of peace with chatter going on around me.
Banging on the door I heard Sam's muffled plea, "Bella, you ok?" He wanted to get out of there as badly as I did. Opening the box I took out the stick, one end showing a little hole in the plastic. That would be the hole to look at, the spot which would determine the rest of my existence.
I nodded, but realized in half shake that he couldn't see me. "I'm fine, just fine." I emphasized, my voice becoming too exasperated for even me at the end. Muttering under my breath I whispered, "Maybe." Peeing on will power was hard, especially considering I didn't want to pee and know I was or wasn't pregnant. Somehow though crouching over the toilet, my legs shaking from the discomfort, I found enough to pee on the tiny stick, and not enough to pee on my hand. Then it was just waiting. Holding my breath in, making my face turn violent red all, silently pray to a God I hoped was up there, please oh please don't let me be pregnant.
After what I felt was an allotted amount of time for the results to be determined I held it up into eyesight.
A/N: So good chapter to start us out on? I'll try for once a week with a chapter, if I get a lot of responses it'll push me harder to write instead of look for a job… so you know what to do if you don't want to wait until next week to read what Bella finds out.