A/N: Now I hadn't planed this at all. I hadn't planned putting up this story yet, but i'm going togive it a go. I just want to put this first chapter up to see what you guys all think. So this is kind of a teaser sort of thing, you'll have to wait a while for the next chapter, I need you guys to tell me if I should keep going.

Just a Coincidence?

Chapter 1: Alone

Here I, Bella Swan, stand, alone. Well, not completely alone, I have something inside me, it's been inside me for seven months, my baby. The only thing is, that it was not supposed to be my baby. So, here I stand with the baby inside me, which biologically is mine, but hypothetically not. I'm all alone, and I have to look after this child. Really, I failed the sex education "Look after an egg like your own child" assignment, how am I supposed to look after another human being when I am only eighteen?

Why am I in this position? Well it started when I was born, my dad left my mom and I, so my mom was a single mother. She always had the dream of opening up her own restaurant/cafe sort of thing, but because my dad left her alone and to fend for herself and I, she couldn't do it. This fact just made me hate my dad even more. How could he leave us? Even if he didn't love neither of us, how could he just leave and flee to another country without leaving any money? And having my mom become a cleaner to buy the groceries.

When I was fifteen my mom and I were in an accident. It was a head on collision, with some douche bag who decided to over take, by going into our lane, when the speed was 110km per hour, and we were really close to each other. He didn't have enough time to over take, and in that situation was illegal anyway. I came out with a few broken bones that healed nicely, but my mom never did. She died. This was one of the worst times of my life and the period leading up to now. My mom was my best friend, she was the person I loved most in the world, and she was taken from me.

I then had to be moved to New York to live with my Grand Aunt. My Grand Aunt was really uptight and snobby, so we didn't talk much. Basically I spent the night there and then went somewhere during the day. That's what I liked and so did she. A few days after moving in I met the neighbors. They were Carlisle and Esme. They were engaged to be married and were the nicest people you could ever cross paths with. Esme was gorgeous, with her caramel colored hair, and amazing brown eyes. Carlisle was very attractive to, but of course not for me, he had blond hair and striking green eyes. Soon we all became close, Esme became my best friend, even though I was fifteen and she was eighteen. They became like my family, I loved them with all my heart, and would do anything for them.

One year after my arrival Esme and Carlisle got married. Me being sixteen now, and Esme being nineteen, as well as Carlisle. Esme and I were so close now, that she asked me to be her maid of honor. At the wedding I briefly met Carlisle's immediate family, like his parents, his sister Elizabeth and her son, who I actually didn't have a chance to meet.

A year later Esme came to me in tears. Carlisle and her had been trying for children for a while now, and they just could conceive. They had gone to a specialist who had told them that Esme couldn't support a child in her womb and it wasn't possible for her to have children. But another horrid thing happened, they found out even Carlisle wasn't able to bear children. After this they gave up hope. They of course would adopt, but they wished that their child would have some connection to their family.

So that's when I did it. I proposed an idea to Carlisle and Esme. I told them that I would carry their baby for them. At first they disagreed straight away, but I left their house that night telling them to think about it. I was seventeen now and as soon as I turned eighteen I would do it for them. I didn't mind the idea of going to college with a massive stomach for nine months, I wanted Esme and Carlisle to be happy.

Nothing was said about the topic until months later. Esme brought the conversation up and I gladly proposed my idea again and they accepted. I was really happy for them. Carlisle said that he would find a donor for the sperm from someone in his family that he's close to, so basically the child would be related to them. Three months later all the papers had been signed and I was eighteen now and ready.

Esme and Carlisle had helped me with vitamins for the baby and other necessities. When the baby first started to kick I was so happy I cried, and the reason because I was happy was because Esme was happy and crying. I felt like this was the right thing to do even though some people thought against. Grand Aunt died of a stroke a few months into my pregnancy, I was eighteen so Esme and Carlisle let me move in until I could pay for a place of my own.

It was the sixth month of my pregnancy and everything was going perfect up until I got a call. A call saying that Carlisle and Esme Cullen were killed in a car accident that morning. My world came crashing down on me again. My mom had been taken away, and now my second family had been. What was worse was that I was carrying their child. Their lawyers and people involved with this surrogate thing then told me that there were no plans made yet in case of an emergency like this, so me being the biological mother, had to keep the baby. Well they did say I could put it up for adoption, but I didn't want to, that would just be cruel.

I was alone, all alone. I tried to find Carlisle's family in hopes of them wanting the child, but couldn't. I gave up. Being in New York had to many memories, so I packed the few things I owned and headed to the airport. I didn't know how I would get by, but I would work out some way. I booked a flight to Orange County, and I had already rented an apartment there. My mother had always dreamed of opening her restaurant/cafe on the boardwalks, where hungry teens would buy her food. I knew I couldn't do it, just like she couldn't. I was starting my life over, all alone and seven months pregnant, and I had to leave college.

I was walking down the isle's of the plane when I found my seat. It was next to a couple who were holding hands grinning ear to ear. I hoisted my bag over the top into the above compartment and sat down. The lady turned to me and smiled.

"Hello, I'm Rosalie McCarthy and this is my husband Emmett." She said.

"Hey." Emmett said with a wide grin.

"Hi, I'm Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella." I said. The stewardess then started going through the safety instructions and all and we all buckled in. The plane started moving and then taking off. It went up steep for a few minutes and then evened out horizontally and we were allowed to take off our belts.

"Congratulations on the baby." Rosalie said smiling.

"Thank-you." I said.

"Where's the daddy?" She asked.

"There isn't one," I started and her smile fell. "He didn't leave or anything," I reassured, "I'm doing this for a friend, I was going to give her the baby when it was born." I said.

"Was?" She asked softly, not wanting to tread on a nerve.

"Her and her husband died in a car accident." I said.

"Oh I'm sorry." She said.

"Now I'm starting over in a new place, being an eighteen year old single mom with no money and no job, I spent all the money I had on this plane ticket and an apartment in New Port." I ranted. I instantly felt stupid for telling this all to the poor girl.

"We have an apartment in New Port too." Emmett said.

"We should get together and stuff, and help you find a job." Rosalie said.

"Thanks that would help me so much." I said. Now I knew someone here. The rest of the trip we talked and got to know each other better. Emmett and Rosalie were nineteen and had gotten married three months ago. Emmett worked as a Life Guard and Rosalie was a waitress at a cafe. She said she could help me get a job there, and help with babysitting the baby. They were just so nice, and I was grateful to meet them. We exchanged numbers just before the plane landed. We all said our goodbyes as we got our luggage and Iheaded for where all the taxis were. I realized that Rosalie and Emmett were still following me.

"Catching a taxi too?" I asked slowing down so I was walking with them.

"Yes, do you want to come with us?" Emmett asked.

"Are you sure?" I asked and they nodded. "I'll pay for it then, your being my company pays for yourselves." I said.

"No!" Rosalie exclaimed.

"Fine I'll pay half." I compromised.

"No, you're going to pay nothing, Emmett and I have more than enough cash," She said then leaned in and whispered to me, "Because Emmett's parents are loaded." She smiled and leaned back. "Plus I wouldn't make a poor pregnant girl pay for a ride from a taxi." She said.

"You make me sound like a hobo." i said and giggled. We got in the cab and got buckled.

"Bella where in Newport is your apartment?" Rosalie asked and I got out my paper that I had written the address down.

"Um, Ocean View Ave." I said simply and looked up to their faces, which had turned shocked.

"What's your apartments called?" Rosalie asked excitedly.

"Sea Side Complex." I said in confusion.

"Oh my god, that's where we live." She said smiling while Emmett told the driver where to go.

"Wow, that's cool." I said. "And what a coincidence." I said astonished.

"Really what are the odds?" Rosalie asked rhetorically. That was a question I had asked myself for years; What were the odds my mom would die? What were the odds Esme and Carlisle die? What were the odds I'd end up with a baby at eighteen?

"This definitely means we have to get together." Emmett boomed ruffling my hair.

"Here we are." The cabbie said and Emmett passed him a few notes. We got out and collected our luggage and headed for the apartments.

"Okay, Okay," Emmett said excitedly. I was really starting to think Emmett was not nineteen, but nine. "What's your floor?" He asked.

"3..." I said in anticipation.

"Holy Shit!" Rosalie said in awe.

"I'm guessing that's your floor." I laughed and she nodded. We headed up the elevator to level 3.

"Oh My God! Maybe we're in the same room!" Emmett said like he was a child on Christmas day.

"Honey, that's not possible." Rosalie cooed and he frowned. "We're number 5." Rosalie said heading down the hall with Emmett.

"Oh our luck has run out, I'm 7, so we won't be neighbors." I playfully pouted.

"You busy tomorrow?" Rosalie asked. I shook my head 'no'. "Come to work with me and we'll see about that job, I'll pick you up at 9:00am?" She asked and I nodded eagerly.

xoxoxox

Forward two months

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Rose, Emmett and I became very close in the two months that had passed. Rose had gotten my a job at the cafe she worked at and it helped me dearly. Everyday Rose and I weren't working we were visiting each others apartments and doing girl things. Or watching movies, or watching Emmett be funny and play Xbox or play station 3. Right now Emmett was having his lunch break off work of a life guard. Rose and I were working and Emmett had stopped by to order a sandwich.

"Hey Rosie, what are you guys up to?" Emmett asked pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"I'm telling Bella to not be scared." Rose sighed and I glared at her.

"I'm not scared, it's just..." I said and groaned sitting down across from Emmett. I made sure the manager wasn't around to see I wasn't working. "I can't do this," I whispered. "I can't, I can't have this baby, I can't look after it." I said.

"Bells," Emmett started. "You can do this, what are you worried about?" He asked.

"The baby and I going bankrupt." I said and Rose rolled her eyes.

"Remember we're going to help you with money if you ever need it." Rose said.

"Okay, I'm worried I'm not going to be a good mom." I said softly. I felt Rose pull me in her arms.

"Bells, you're going to be a great mom, and you know it. You might not be as cool as Aunt Rosie, but you will be a great mom." Rose said.

"Or as awesome as Uncle Emmie." Emmett boomed and I laughed.

"Thanks guys." I said wiping some tears that had fallen. I then moved to get up, but stopped when I felt something wet. "Ah great, stupid pregnancy." i groaned.

"What?" Rose asked worried.

"I pissed myself when I had my little rant and mini emotional breakdown." I sighed an my cheeks reddened.

"Bella..." Rose said wearily.

"What?" I said embarrassed.

"You didn't piss yourself..." I looked at her in confusion. "Your water broke." She half squealed, half screamed. My eyes widened.

"I can't I can't I can't." I started chanting and Rose glared.

"Emmett, take Bella to the car, I'll let the manager know we have to go." Rose said running toward the kitchen. Emmett came around to my side of the table and lifted me up bridal style. I heard a few "woo's" and "Good lucks". I smiled and Emmett kept going. He put me in the backseat so I could lie down, and he ran to the driver seat and hopped in and got the motor started. He flipped out his phone and dialed a number.

"Guys, I can't come back after my break.........Of course it's serious, my sister is going into labor...........Not biological sister but she means a lot..........thanks man." Emmett said and hung up. I felt a strong cramp and I whimpered.

"This contractions are going to drive me crazy!" I exclaimed and groaned as Rose jumped in the car. Emmett sped off earning beeps from other people driving. After we arrived, i was placed in a wheel chair and wheeled into a room with everything for child birth set up. I suddenly felt nervous. Rose helped me into the hospital gown and I crawled into the bed. After another seven hours, the baby was ready to come. It hurt like freaking shit, and I may have said a few things you wouldn't say in church.

Then after the whole ordeal my baby was born. I felt so happy, and carefree. I felt like no one mattered except my baby.

"Congratulations, it's a girl." The doctor said and let Emmett cut the umbilical cord after he begged for ten minutes. Rose went over the baby and gasped. My eyes widened in shock.

"What? What's wrong with my baby?" I asked paniced.

"Nothing bad, but... shit." Rose said in awe.

"What?" I yelled.

"Your baby just has the most piercing green eyes I've ever seen." She said as the nurse handed my little baby girl over to me.

"Date and time of birth; 7:56pm June 27th 2006:" The nurse said writing down on a piece of paper. I laughed as I held my little girl. I was full of bliss and happiness.

"Oh baby names!" Rose exclaimed. I swear Emmett is rubbing off on Rosalie.

"Matt!" Emmett exclaimed.

"That's a boys name." I said giggling.

"How about Lillian?" Rose asked.

"Hmmm, maybe." I said.

"No," Emmett asked, "How about Annabelle?" He asked.

"Where did you get that from?" Rose asked.

"A game." He grinned and leaned over to make funny faces at my baby.

"Annabelle..." I said testing it out. Instantly the baby reached out and grabbed Emmett's nose. Her little hands squeezed, testing her strength.

"I think she likes it." Rose whispered.

"Annabelle Rose Swan..." I tested again, including Rose's name and my last name and my baby pulled harder on Emmett's nose again. I laughed. "So Annabelle it is." I instantly grinned.

A/N: So how did you like it? Honest opinion. I know things might have gone a little fast, but I needed to get that all out of the way. The story really starts when Bella's baby is actually 4 years old and she's 22.

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