Prologue -
There she is, sitting, waiting to see if her life is going to change, forever. After minutes of sweating, shaking agony, her phone goes off, her timer. She gets off of the side of the tube, where she was sitting. She walks over to the sink and Slowly, picks up the box and stick. Her face changes, showing she is going through multiple different emotions. Then she sits the stick and box down. And you can see on the stick it has...
Bella's point.
Here I am sitting, waiting to see if my life is going to only thing going through my mind is How?, Why?. How, did I get here, why am I here?!
After what feels like eternity, my alarm on my phone goes off. I guess it's time to find out if my life is going to change. I stand up and walk over to the sink. I pick up the stick in one hand and the box in the other. Breath! My mind shouts, but I can't. I slowly bring the box and stick up. I see two pink lines. On the box it says One line is negative and two is positive. I look back at the stick, to the box, and to the stick again. I can't believe it. I am pregnant. I sit the stick and box back down. I take a few minutes, to take a few breathers. I guess I can be happy that Charles not home right now. It gives me some time to think.What am I going to do?
Nine (9) months later -Born 1 month early
Bella's point
Here I am holding my child, my baby girl in my arms. You may be wounding what has happened, what is happening. Well, after I found out I was pregnant. I went to stay at my mom's, till I give birth, then I am going to give my child up for adoption. And charlie does not know about her or that I am or was ever pregnant. He knows I am here, but he thinks I am just spending some time with my mom to help me deal with the fact that Edward left. No, Edward is not her father. Jacob is. I know you are probably wondering if I know Jacob is a shiftier. Yes, I do. I got pregnant after Jacob , I know that means she has his genes, but there has never been a female shiftier in the Quileute Tribe. So, she should be fine. She deserves to be with two parents that lover her and that are together.
Then, the door opens interrupting my thoughts, of negativity. "Hello,miss. Swan. My name is Miss. scarlet". "Yes, nice to meet you" I say while I shake her hand. "And hello to you, too" she says to my daughter. "She is beautiful, just like her mother" she said. "What are kidding? She looks just like her father" I say. "What? She look just like you! Just look at those eyes" she says. "Yeah, she has my eyes, my lips, and wavy hair. Her skin color is not as pale as me, but not as dark as her father ether, She is just in between and her hair color is in between mine and her father's. Not to light but not to dark, just perfect. But everything else is her all her father" I say. "Well you never know she could grown up to look just like her mother" she said. "Maybe" I say sadly.
"Have you picked out a name yet or..." she said. "Oh, yes! Sarah Rebecca Her first name Sarah from her father's mother how died when he was younger and her middle name Rebecca from her father's oldest sister" I say. "It's beautiful! Do you have a last name picked out, like yours or her father's, or do you want her to have the same last name as the people that adopt her" she asked? "The same last name as the people that adopt her, please" I answer? "Alright, well I guess it's time to go Sarah" she said. I nod with a small smile on my face. Then she takes Sarah out of my arms, my heart aches and tears threaten to fall, but in front of Sarah. I got to be strong,for her. "You know you don't have to do this, you know" she said/asked? "I know, but I can't let her grow up with two parents that aren't together. I'm not letting her be put through that, like I had to" I answered sadly and truthfully. She gives a small nod.
"She is going to be fine, so need to worry" she said. "I know. It's just hard, but she deserves this. Deserves two parents that are together, happy and in love with not just with each other but with her too" I say. " I understand and I wish you the very well miss. Swan" she said."And to you the same" I say. She nods, then leaves the room, as she leaves my heart brakes. After she is out of the room, I break down and cry.
I will always love you Sarah!
The writing in Indie Flower , bold, and Italic is her tough's. No Jacob does not know about the child, she never told him she was pregnant.