This story is written purely for my own enjoyment. Read, review, hate, love, I don't care. I just figured I would try this out.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I do not own. I only own Jenna.
Chapter 1
~ Jenna POV ~
I was going to tell him tonight. I had to tell him tonight. I took a deep, shaky, breath. It's been 2 ½ months since I found out I was pregnant, and I was getting bigger. He was going to notice soon. My fingers started to nervously tap on the table. I glanced up at the clock. 10:55. Embry would be home from patrol in five minutes. I just had to wait five more minutes.
I sighed and walked upstairs into our bedroom to change. I don't know why I'm so nervous. He's always wanted to have kids. I smiled at the thought of having a pair of little feet running around the house. I slipped into my pajamas and sat down on our bed.
A second later I heard the door open and close softly. My fingers started to tap again as I heard him walk up the stairs. When he entered the room, the moonlight from the open window shone down on his bare chest. It took him a minute to realize I was up. But his eyes soon found me and he quickly made his way over to the bed and pulled me into his lap in a tight embrace. "What are you doing up? It's 11 o'clock." I could hear the concern and slight worry in his voice.
I had to tell him. I took a deep breath and broke out of his embrace, turning to face him. It was now or never. "Jenna…Is something wrong?" I swiftly shook my head. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "Then what's up?" Why couldn't I just tell him? Just say the words Jenna. Don't be a chick–
"Jenna?" My hands were shaking now as his hand reached out towards me. I looked down at my hands. "Embry, I'm pregnant." I said so quietly and quickly I almost couldn't hear myself. But I knew he heard me because he instantly froze. Oh my god. He doesn't want the baby. He hates it. He–
I gave out a yelp as I was suddenly pulled off the bed and twirled around. He put me down and captured my mouth with his. I instantly responded pouring all my relief and excitement into it. When we pulled apart he rested his forehead against mine. I felt his hand gently rest on my stomach. I smiled and put my hand on top of his.
"How long have you known?" He breathed out. I sighed. "2 ½ months." He grinned. "A baby. We're going to have a baby." I laughed as he danced around the room singing that. Watching him dance, made me exhausted. I yawned. He noticed. He slowly walked over to me and picked me up laying me on the bed, and gently lying down next to me. I felt his hand gently rest on my stomach again and felt myself faintly smile, as I let my tiredness consume me.
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