Five minutes it says to wait the longest five minutes ever and then bam; your life is changed forever. Imagine what it would be like to have your life turned upside down. Actually I best not. I need to seriously calm down. 'Breathe Bella, Breathe' I chanted to myself. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined this, that I would be doing this. I watch the hands move on my DKNY watch, counting down the minutes, counting down to my fate. I really can't be? Can I?

It was only once! We had done the deed a many a times, but the one time that we just go with the flow. Images of that night come to be like photographs. Why oh why do I feel like everything is against us? That the world is against us? That this is going to happen and change my life forever.

Let's think how the hell did I get in this mess? Oh well the position wouldn't of helped. Oh shit! Me on my back, legs wrapped around his neck is possibly the most sperm receptive position of all time. And trust it to be on the fourteen day of my cycle, just typical. Why didn't I realise this sooner?

What else was wrong with this night? Oh the underwear. Navy blue lace knickers, and on a weekday. What am I trying to be a whore? And to add to this I can't drive. If I could have driven this could have all been avoided surely? If only my mother didn't think I need to be wrapped in cotton wool! If she had just trusted me that I could do it and bought me driving lesson at sixteen like any other reasonable mother in the whole world. If she didn't assume I was going to have an accident. She's thinks I am a walking accident, one that is just waiting to happen. I would have driven home, safely home, and most probably in some nice sensible knickers, and I could have been tucked up in bed by 11 p.m. instead of flat on my back with my legs around Edward Cullen's neck.

I cannot be pregnant. Please…Please…I'm begging you God! You can't do this to me! I don't even have a boyfriend, please don't punish me! Me and Edward are just good friends. Trust me on that. So we tend to fall into each other's beds after one too many drinks on a Friday night, when we wanted a cuddle. I swear we are only good friends. Nothing more. So please don't make me have a child. I know I've slept with him more times that it could be seen as just a one off, but it's still less than to be considered that we are seeing each other. After we have one of our little encounters, we don't end up spending the weekend together, we don't do couplely things together like going to garden centres or using cutesy voices on the phone; and I swear I have never bought his mother's birthday present on his behalf.

We don't act like a couple at all; we act like friends. Even in the morning when we wake up after I've stayed the night we just go our separate ways. Me back to my girly shared house and Edward to his Swanky looking flat in different areas of Seattle. At the end of the day we really are just two different people who live two different likes. So really this test can't be positive. It wouldn't work; me and Edward.

They say you only have to do it once and you could be pregnant. And what if the man I decided to take a chance on had superhero sperm? And it only takes one sperm, one chance, one moment, and then bam! Everything that you thought about in your future is changed. Moments unwritten have been written to at least some point. Life changed forever. That just sounds scary.

But anyway we're about to find out. I pick up the test. I'm looking at it now, I filled with nerves. All I can hear is my heart beating way to many beats per a minute. I grip the test tight in my hands and I'm trying to see straight and…

I AM! Shit I am! There are two lines! There are two…!

Oh. No.

But there's not.

I'm not because there are two lines, but there's no cross. Which means it's negative. No baby. Thank you Lord.