A/N: Pregnancy scene from Doing the Unthinkable. Decided that the story wouldn't go in this direction so this ended up not making it in. Jake had just found out that Bella was pregnant in this one.

Jake got up and began pacing, rubbing his head nervously.

Shit.

Why had he and Bella never thought about this as a possibility? They had been so in love with one another and things just happened and for some reason he thought they were fine but obviously not. And now...

"Jake?"

He turned towards the sound of her groggy voice.

She was standing in the doorway in one of his shirts, buttoned up halfway, it swimming on her, her hair tousled sexily with her legs bare and her cleavage peeking through.

She stared at him sleepily and he could swear she never looked more adorable and yet enticing to him at the same time.

He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his mind.

It was those types of thoughts that got them to this point in the first place.

"Yeah, honey?"

She leaned against the door frame, almost hugging it.

"You okay?"

He gave her a brief nod with a tiny smile.

"Yeah. Sorry, I just...couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wake you."

She watched him sadly and rested the side of her head against the frame as well.

"Is this because of...?"

He took a deep breath and lowered his eyes.

"No...yes...kind of. I guess...I don't know...I'm just...thinking about...everything."

He ran his hand through his hair, sighing, and sat down on the couch, rubbing his eye lids with his thumb and middle finger of his right hand.

"I guess I'm just...confused...concerned...scared. I don't know." He sighed again, dropping his hand, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you. I didn't want you to think...anything bad or that I...don't...want this."

He heard her walk over to him. Her soft hands in his hair followed a moment later.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel-"

His head snapped up to look at her.

"How can you say that, Bells? What are you sorry for? This is all my fault. I should've..."

He shook his head before casting his eyes back down again.

"So, you don't...want..."

He lifted his tortured gaze to hers and gently placed his hands on her hips, drawing her closer.

"I didn't say that."

She bit her lip nervously.

"I know, but...if you're freaked out and...you're scared, I mean...what else would that mean?"

Exactly what he was afraid of how she would take it if he showed any hint of doubt or uneasiness in front of her. He need to quickly reassure her.

He took her left hand in his right one and lifted it to his lips.

"Not what you're thinking." He kissed the skin tenderly before turning her hand over to place a soft kiss to her palm and then the inside of her wrist.

He tugged her hand gently.

"Come here."

He moved back slowly into the couch, urging her to place on knee on the right side of his thighs and then the other on the other side until she was effectively straddling him.

He skirted his hands up and down the soft material covering her back.

He gave her a warm smile, trying to ease the worry in her fearful expression.

"You look good in my shirt, honey."

She cast her eyes down sadly.

He leaned in and started to kiss her neck.

"You always look good in my clothes. I love you in this."

He slowly started to unbutton the shirt, placing open-mouthed kisses down to her cleavage, nipping her skin teasingly.

"And I'll love it even better when you're out of it."

She gripped his wrists, stopping him and pulled away.

"Don't."

She started to button back up the shirt, refusing to look at him, instead choosing to focus on her own hands.

"Bells, I-did I say something wrong?"

"They're different."

"Bells?"

"They're different."

He had no idea what she was talking about or why she was suddenly pulling away from him. He went to reassure her, to stroke her hair tenderly, but she moved away from him and got to her feet.

"Bells, what's wrong? Honey, talk to me."

"Everything's just..." Tears silently slid down her cheeks. "Different."

She turned and walked back into the bedroom.

He was in shock. What the hell was going on?

He got up and followed after her.

He found her curled up in a ball, her back to him, crying quietly.

He was confused as all fuck. What had he done, said, that made her so upset?

When he heard another sob, he shook his head, clearing his confusion. Right now, Bella was crying. That was all that mattered.

He slowly crawled onto the bed and laid behind her, gingerly reaching out to rub her back.

"Honey...what's wrong? Did I do something...to make you upset?"

She sobbed again.

"It's all different, Jake. I'm different. Nothing will ever be the same again. You won't want me. And now...now it doesn't even matter. You don't want me anymore, anyway."

She started to cry harder.

His jaw dropped.

"Bells, where the hell did you ever get an idea like that?"

She pulled her legs in tighter to her body and covered her face with her hands.

"You said it."

"Bella, I did not say that. I specifically said I didn't want you to think that I don't want this. I do want it. And you. So much more than you know."

"Y-You're just saying that."

He kissed her shoulder before resting his chin on it.

"No. I'm not."

"Yeah, you are. Just admit it."

He sighed loudly and turned her to face him.

"Bella, look at me."

She hesitantly lowered her hands, sniffling and sobbing.

He wiped away her tears with his thumb.

"Don't cry, honey. Come on."

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers sweetly.

"I love you, Bells," he mumbled into her mouth.

She didn't respond, just kept quietly sobbing, but soon she started to kiss him back.

When they both needed air, he pulled back and placed kisses to her forehead, nose, tear-stained and wet cheeks, her chin and down to her neck.

He then raised himself on his forearms and stared down at her.

"How could you ever think I wouldn't want you?"