A New Life Begins

by darkangelrises

It has been a month since the Cullen's left... Edward left Bella alone with nothing but a broken heart. However, he left something behind that will change Bella's life forever. She may be able to keep a piece of her only love, Edward, in a way that no one thought possible. All characters and general story lines belong to the the rightful owner, Stephanie Meyers.

1. Chapter 1

*All characters belong to Stephanie Meyers*

CHAPTER 1:

It's been a month since the Cullen's left… Left me so alone. The pain in my chest that roars through me every time I think of him, has turned me into someone I do not recognize. There is nothing left of me, nothing holding me to this planet anymore. It's like the whole world has gone black, I can't see, I can't breathe, I can't exist without them. They are the reason that I existed, he is the reason I could call myself human. Edward always told me told me to hold onto my humanity, not to give it up, but he took it with him. I am an empty shell of a person, nothing inside of me.

I know Charlie is worried. He every so often opens my door lightly and looks in, but doesn't say anything. What do you say to your catatonic daughter? I know he wants to be here for me but he doesn't know how. He does everything he can, but it can't pull me out of this nightmare. He brings me food, and when it gets cold he comes and takes it away. He is trying his best, and that's all I can ask. I wish I could be more for him, be the daughter he deserves. He deserves so much more than this.

A light knock on my door, shakes me from my thoughts. I don't say anything, I don't turn around to see who is there. I assume it is Charlie, bringing me another meal that I refuse to eat.

I hear the door creaks open as the person steps in the room, understanding that they won't get an answer from me. They slowly walk over to where I am sitting in the rocking chair next to my window, laying a hand on my shoulder.

"Honey…" A female's voice says. Shocked, I look up and see my mother looking down at me, worry creeping into every part of her face.

My mouth drops open like I am going to say something, but I quickly snap it shut because I know nothing is going to come out. I manage to look at her quizzically, as if saying "What are you doing here?"

"Charlie called, he said you needed me." She says softly, almost a whisper. She crouches down so that she is eye level with me. "Sweetie, I am so sorry. I know how it can feel to lose someone very important to you."

Try the most important person in your life.

"Please talk to me, Bella. Please…" She begs.

Tears well up in my eyes before slowly dripping down my face. I hate letting people see me cry, but this is unavoidable.

"Oh, Bella!" she exclaims, pulling into a tight embrace. A loud sob comes ripping out of me as I bury my face in her hair.

"I miss him, mom." I sob, my voice coming out closer to a croak than my normal voice. It's been at least a week since I have spoken.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry." She pulls me even closer.

We stay like this for several minutes until my sobs become quiet whimpers, then slowly die off leaving me empty. I always feel so empty after I cry, like there is nothing left in me.

She pull away from me, and looks at me before gasping. "Honey! You're so skinny!"

I let out a humorless laugh, then turn to look out the window.

She pulls on my arm, "Bella, get up. We are going to get you some food."

"No." I mumble.

She pulls harder, this time pulling me successfully forward. "Bella, I am not asking you. You are my daughter, and you will not starve. Now, get up before I drag you by your hair."

I groan, but slowly pull myself to my feet. My mother is much more pushy than Charlie; she won't stop until she gets what she wants. I guess that is where I got my stubbornness from.

"Atta girl!" She says, very proud of herself. "Now, get your butt down stairs while I get you some food.

I roll my eyes, and do what she says heading down stair to the kitchen. No way around it, she will force feed me if necessary.

After my mother fixes me a gourmet peanut butter and jelly sandwich, she pulls me to the couch and throws on a movie. She says that I need to get back to the Bella she knows and loves, because catatonic Bella just won't due. I hope she is happy with disappointment, because that Bella is long gone, never to return. However, she does get me talking which is more than I can say about Charlie… I can't get away with being the normal depressed self when she is around.

She puts on some comedy in hopes to get me laughing, but I tuned it out the moment the beginning titles started. I knew that it wouldn't help me by watching some dumb comedy, nothing can bring me out of this darkness. Net even guys accidently hitting each other in highly choreographed situations. My mother on the other hand was cracking up, temporarily forgetting that I am sitting here not laughing. She has a very contagious laughter, and normally just the sound of her laugh would have me rolling, but like I said, I am no longer the Bella that she knew. That Bella doesn't exist anymore.

It is getting near the end of the movie when I start to feel a little funny, my stomach churning. I instinctively put my hands over my stomach at the sudden pain that is now making me feel nauseous. My mouth fills with saliva, and I automatically recognize the the salty taste in my mouth. Oh god! I am going to throw up.

I quickly jump up and run to the bathroom right down the hallway, and began retching into the basin of the toilet. My sandwich coming back the way it came, not tasting as good as it did before. I am glad I turned down the tuna fish sandwich. After I am done dry heaving into the toilet, I grab the hand towel and quickly wipe my face.

"Bella?!" My mother calls running to the bathroom. "Are you throwing up?"

She throws the bathroom door open as I moan, "Uh huh."

"Oh goodness… Maybe that was too big of a meal for your first in a while." She muses and she begins to pull my hair back into a loose ponytail.

"Yeah, probably." I say. She is right, it was too hard on my stomach.

"Is there anything that you want me to get you? Ginger ale?" She asks, rubbing my back lightly as I lean against the sink.

"Do we have ginger ale?" I ask.

"No, but I don't mind running to the store to get some."

"No, no. It's fine, I don't need it."

"No honey, it's no problem. I'm going to run to the market and get some and some saltines. Their good for upset stomachs." She says. "I used to eat them all the time when I was pregnant with you. Morning sickness is a bitch."

I nod. "Okay, I am just going to brush my teeth and clean up."

"Okay, I be back soon. You okay by yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Okay, I'll be back." She says as she turns to leave the house. She yells, "Is it okay if I take your truck?"

"Yeah, Mom!" I answer.

I hear her grab the keys and her purse and she quickly exits the house. I open my cabinet to grab my toothbrush and toothpaste when I have to move my box of tampon out of the way to reach them.

Huh.

I haven't had my period this month yet, I'm late. That's strange, I am never late. It's like clockwork, every four weeks, never a minute late. Then again, I have been through some recent trauma, and that can cause your period to be late. I shrug it off and continue with my task of brushing my teeth, but I can't help counting the days, trying to remember my last period. It was three weeks before the Cullen's left, I know this because I had just finished my period when Edward and I… Consummated our relationship.

*Flashback*

Charlie is covering the night shift for Officer Reynolds tonight, so I have the house all to myself, and Edward. I have been wanting to trying something tonight that he has made pretty clear is off limits, but I thought that maybe I could try anyways. I have been thinking more and more about taking our physical relationship to the next level, but Edward has always had an excuse… Whether it's because Charlie's home, or his family in in the house, it's a school night, he'll kill me. Well, it's a Saturday, Charlie is working all night, and his family is nowhere in sight. As for the whole "I'll kill you" excuse, I think he has more self control than he gives himself credit for.

Besides being a vampire, he is a man… And I intend on relying on the fact that he is a seventeen year old man, who has spent the last hundred years celibate. I know he wants me as much as I want him, I have seen it in his eyes, not to mention the physical reactions. I just have to be thoroughly convincing.

Unfortunately, I am not the epitome of seduction and grace, so seducing the world's most beautiful creature should pose more of a challenge than you would think. I have pulled out my most sexy clothes, which is basically tight shorts and a tank top… It's not like I have lingerie, or anything sexy to put on. I will just have to settle for what I have got.

I quickly slip into the bathroom before he arrives, wanting to get ready before he sees me. When I walk in I notice a silk garment hanging from the shower rod, with a note hanging on it…

Bella,

Put this on. It will be irresistible. Trust me.

You're welcome.

Alice

I sigh. Great, now Alice know my plans for the evening. Not only do I have to be nervous about seducing my vampire boyfriend, but now my best friend can see all the choices I am going to make.

I look at the piece, and notice that it is actually a two piece. There is a midnight blue, silk top with lace that will go down to my nipples. I blush at the thought of him seeing me so exposed, but it is also kind of exhilarating. It has matching shorts that go with it, but are so short they are more like underwear. I don't even want to know how expensive this is, but when has Alice ever bought me anything cheap?

I strip off my clothes from the day and slip on the ensemble; I get goosebumps almost from how soft it feels on my skin. It fits absolutely perfectly, and it wouldn't surprise me if she had it customly made to my sizes. I turn to the mirror, and see the seductress that stands before me.

The girl staring back at me has beautiful curves accentuated by the silk that covers only the most sensual parts of her body. Her deep mahogany hair falls in large curls down to her waist, and a light rouge of color on her cheeks. Overall, she is much more beautiful than I could have hoped. This was me, a beautiful seductress.

A small smile reaches across me face, and my heart speeds up at the thought of what I am going to do now… I take a deep breath, grab the door knob to turn it gingerly. I know he is already going to be in my room when I walk in because he is very rarely late. As I lightly pad back to my room my heart spikes, and it feels like it is trying to escape my chest. I reach for my door knob and quickly open it, stepping inside before closing it quietly behind me.

I hear an audible gasp come from my bed, and I try to hide my smirk. This is going to work.

I turn to see Edward laying across my bed, his arms resting behind his head. If it weren't for the strained look on his face he would look very comfortable. He is wearing faded jeans, and a tight black t-shirt that hugs the defined muscles on his chest. My heart stutters at his sheer beauty, I don't know how this man fell in love with me.

I decide to play the innocent card. "What?"

He shakes his head as if he isn't seeing me right. He clears his throat, and the look of shock quickly changes to a small smile. "New outfit?"

I smile back. I walk over to my drawers to place my unused shorts and tank top back into the drawers before answering him. "Yes, Alice bought them for me."

He mumbles something that sounds a lot like, "Damnit, Alice…"

I smile, my back turned to his still. I decide to turn around and walk over to the side of the bed where he is laying.

"Don't you like it?" I say, lifting my arms and slowly turning.

I can see the battle he is having with himself in his eyes, but his face remains calm and steady.

"Yes, it is exquisite, love." He says.

I smile bigger at him. "You know it is really soft, so comfortable… Feel the fabric."

I grab his hand and lead it to my hip. He allows his fingertips to graze the material gingerly, before pulling his hand away again. "Yes, quite nice."

I narrow my eyes at him before leaning forward to brush my lips lightly against his, my hand resting on his abdomen. The kiss lingers for moment before I pull away to look in his eyes… I need to get a read on the situation. But the look doesn't last long because he suddenly pulls me forward and crashes his lips against mine, and before I know it I am sitting on top of him, straddling his hips. I run my finger through his hair, grabbing him, pulling him closer to me.

He lets out a moan as his hands grasp my hips tightly pulling me tighter against him, creating heavenly friction. I pull away from his lips and drop my mouth to the base of his neck, placing kisses along his neck and collarbone, leading up to his ear. I lightly bite his ear, and he lets out a loud groan.

He flips us over quickly so that he is hovering above me, placing kisses on my neck and chest. I sigh, this is working. My plan is working! I reach for his t-shirt, pulling at it, trying to signal I want him to take it off, but his hand grabs mine, stopping me. Our kissing stops abruptly, leaving me breathless, and small pout gracing my face.

"Bella, we can't." He says sadly, rolling off of me.

I moan in frustration. "Why? You want to, I sure as hell want to! Why can't we? You want to, right?"

"Of course I want to, but it's not safe." He says, not giving in.

I pull myself up onto my knees, annoyance showing clearly on my face. "Edward Anthony Cullen, stop selling yourself short! You are the strongest, bravest, most amazing man I ever met, but you don't seem to see that! I know you, I know you won't hurt me. I want you so badly, I need to feel all of you, to have you inside me. I know you won't hurt me, I trust you."

His eyes widen for a second when I say I want him inside me, but his face becomes pained quickly. "Bella, I can't! I can't risk hurting you. You are the single most important thing in my life, and if I was to hurt you I couldn't live with myself. I'm sorry, I can't."

Embarrassment and disappointment courses through me. The pain of rejection stabs through my stomach, my humiliation clear on my face. A small tear drips down my face, as my hope drops, and quietly whisper in one last attempt, "Please? Try, for me?"

He reaches out to wipe the tear from my face, his face showing worry and pain. He pulls me towards him, and kisses me passionately. "Oh, Bella…"

He continues to kiss me for a minute, his cold hand press up against the small of my back. He pulls away, "Fine… We will try, but if I hurt you the tiniest bit, we will stop. Promise me you'll tell me?"

Excitement fills my blood, "Yes, yes I promise."

Wince.

Then it hits me... I am three weeks late. I remember about my mother saying when she was pregnant with me morning sickness made her nauseous. No! This is impossible, this cannot be happening! There has to be another explanation, vampires aren't able to have children… Edward couldn't get me pregnant. Could he?

I start hyperventilating thinking this over; suddenly my hands are clammy and I feel nauseous again, but thankfully I got everything out of my stomach last round.

"No, no, no, no…" I murmur as I start pacing in the bathroom, recounting again and again the amount of weeks since my last period. "Oh god, I need to lay down."

I quickly make my way to my bedroom, throwing myself on my bed. My hands are clasped over my eyes as I continue to whisper, "No, no , no, no…"

My throwing up has to be a coincidence, there is no way I am pregnant. There has to be another explanation… I begin thinking over all the possibilities it could be, but my mind keeps jumping to the worst: pregnancy. But, there is no point freaking out just yet, I don't know for sure. I need to take a test before freaking out.

"It's all going to be okay… All okay. No freaking out." I chant to myself, willing the panic to wash away. My mother can't know what I am worried about, and she is going to be back any second. I need to get this sorted out, fast. But how am I supposed to sneak a pregnancy test? Not to mention this is a small town, if I bought a test anywhere here it would spread like wildfire. So, anywhere in Forks is out of the question… I am going to have to figure out a reason to go to Port Angeles alone. Soon. My parents are going to be so mad.

The downstairs door opens and slams shut. "Honey, I'm back! Come get some ginger ale!"

Okay, this problem is going to have to be put on hold temporarily until I can figure out a way to get a test. I need to act as normal as possible… Too bad I suck at acting.

It's been two days since my mom got here, and I still haven't come up with a good reason to go to Port Angeles. If I asked to leave suddenly by myself they certainly would get suspicious, considering I have refused to leave the house in almost three weeks. My worries have become more definite in the last two days, throwing up has become more often. I am worried Charlie and Renee are going to start to notice. So far they have seemed pretty oblivious to my morning throwing up sessions, and for that I am thankful. Although, I am getting more and more anxious in the last couple days and that, my family is noticing. Renee is supposed to leave in two days, and I was going to wait till then, but a part of me thinks the best thing would to find out before and tell both Charlie and Renee together… The thought of telling them something like that makes my stomach churn, knowing how they will react. No parent wants to hear that their teenage daughter is pregnant…

"Honey, you should stop biting your nails." My mother says. I didn't realize that I had been biting my nails, but I quickly remove my hand from my mouth.

"Is there something bothering you? You seem a bit on edge." She asks.

Now is my chance… "Yeah, I think I am just a little anxious to get out of the house. It's been a while." I mumble. "Would you mind if go for a drive for a little bit? I won't be gone long."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. You need to get out. Do you want me to go with you? I would love to join you…" She says, excited that I will be leaving the house for the first time in the last month.

"Actually, do you mind if I go alone? I think I just need some to think, to process things." I say, hoping that it won't hurt her feelings. "I promise I won't be gone long, and I won't go far. I'll probably just drive around town."

"Of course, sweetie. Anything you need." She says, smiling. "Just text me if you need me. I should call Phil anyways, I think he is starting to worry."

I snort. "Yeah, you wouldn't want him thinking your getting back together with you ex-husband."

She looks at me disapprovingly. "No, Bella… He wouldn't worry about that. He's more worried about you, actually."

I laugh, a painful cynical laugh, but it's laugh. "Alright, Mom. Tell him I say hi."

Before she can continue the conversation I disappear up the stairs to my room to grab my purse and slip on some shoes. I have been wearing baggy clothes even though I am not showing yet, god forbid I am pregnant. I just feel safer in baggy clothes, just in case someone magically knows that I am worried about pregnancy. I slide on a pair of uggs and rush out of my room and down the stairs, anxious to get out of here. I quickly say a goodbye and run out the door before Renee can form a response. I stop briefly, looking at my truck sitting in the driveway, remembering the last time I drove it. It was the day that he left, the day that my whole world came crashing down… The hole in my chest rips painfully, leaving me breathless for a second, and for a brief minute I think about turning around and heading back into the house.

"No." I sigh. I know I need to find out my destiny sooner or later, and sooner would be better.

I push the pain down, and continue to my truck, trying to push all memories of that day away from my mind. As I get in the truck I notice a jacket on the floor, crumpled up; I know automatically that it was his. I had borrowed it the night of my birthday, and forgot to give it back… I grab it and pull it up to my face, and I can still smell the scent of him on it. A dry sob roars out of me as I hold the jacket to my face. I miss him so much, he was everything to me and now I am alone and scared. For a brief moment I am angry at him for leaving me, but the other part of me knows that if he was to show up this second I would run into his arms without hesitation. So much for my feminist side.

I take in one more deep breath of the jacket before laying it carefully on the seat next to me, as if it will turn to ash if I am not careful. I sit for a moment, letting all the feeling inside of me subside, because I have to finish my mission. I turn the key in the ignition and let the truck roar to life, then quickly throw it into reverse, and I am on my way.

I arrive in Port Angeles faster than I had wanted, wanting to prolong this next part of my mission as long as possible. I pull into the Walgreens parking lot, pull into a parking space and turn off the truck. I don't move for a good five minutes, willing myself to get out of the truck…

"You can do this." I whisper before opening the door and jumping out. I don't give myself the chance to chicken out by slamming the door shut and walking quickly to the entrance. I make my way to the aisle that would have pregnancy test, avoiding eye contact with everyone, secretly worried that someone will recognize me.

I find the section with all the pregnancy tests and I quickly grab two of the most expensive types, and make my way to the registers. There is only one checkout counter open with an older lady as the cashier. There isn't any people in line, so I quickly walk up to her and throw the test on the belt, refusing to make eye contact with the woman.

"Hello, dear. Paper or plastic?" She asks, ignoring the fact that a teenager is buying pregnancy test.

"Paper." I mumble, pulling the cash out of my wallet. I practically throw it at her, mumble "Keep the change." and walk out without looking back.

I run to my truck, my bag clutched tightly to my chest, hoping to avoid all notice of the few people out here. I decide that I don't want to take the test at home, worried that my parents will find it before I get a chance to tell them. Or if it's negative, and they find it, having to have the awkward conversation to why I had a pregnancy test. I settle my mind on going to a gas station bathroom, it's as good as any.

I pull into the gas station, turn off the engine and hop out. I notice that the bathroom has a outside entrance, and sigh in relief. Even better. I run into the bathroom, turning and locking the door behind me before pulling the two tests out of the brown paper bag. I quickly scan the directions, pretty basic: pee on stick, wait three minutes… Then find out your destiny. I do what I need to do, not wasting time, and set the two sticks with my pee on them on the sink, beginning the three minute wait. Boy, is this the longest three minutes of my entire existence! I look at my watch thinking it is almost time and it has only been a minute. I start pacing, checking my watch and as the time slowly passes my breathing escalates. I check my watch one last time, take a deep breath before looking down at the two tests.

My breath hitches in my throat, seeing the clear answers on the two small screens. Very visibly, are two small words, Pregnant. A tear rushes down my face, but surprisingly not for the reason I thought I would be crying. I thought I would be crying because I would be pregnant, and for a eighteen year old, that is a bad thing. But suddenly, happiness spreads through me and my hands automatically drop to the place where the bump will eventually grow. I may not have Edward here, but I now have a part of him, and I always will. I smile at the thought of having a little baby, a baby that Edward and I created. I couldn't wait to hold my baby in my arms, never having to let go.

I moan as a realization hits me. "I have to tell Charlie and Renee."

Now, that is something I should worry about. My father had made it quite clear that he did not want me having sex, and if I do I should be very careful. Well, in my defense Edward and I thought it impossible for us to conceive a child, him being a vampire and all. But that wasn't something I could I could explain to my parents easily, or at all. As for Renee, she was going to be furious. Throughout my childhood she had branded into my brain that teenage pregnancies are the reason there are so many children in the system. Teenage girls getting pregnant and putting their children up for adoption… And keeping the baby was even worse in my mother's opinion, saying that it ruin girls chances at ever having a future. As much as she ground those beliefs in my brain I couldn't bring myself to regret my child growing within me, I loved it already. If you had asked me two months ago, I would have thought that this is the worst thing that could possibly happen, but now I find that I am overjoyed. How could I not? This baby is the last piece of Edward I have left. Besides the jacket.

I decide that tonight is as good as any for me to break the news, because if my dad kicks me out tonight or my mom disowns me, what does it matter if it's tonight or tomorrow? I have no idea what I will do if Charlie kicks me out… Maybe I can break into the Cullen's old house. I shouldn't think about this now, I'll just psych myself out. I toss one of the pregnancy tests in the trash, and put one back in the paper bag to take with me. I walk out of the bathroom and back to my truck. When I open my truck I grab Edward's jacket, I put it on and rest my hand on my stomach as I begin to leave Port Angeles. I continue like this all the way home.

I finish making dinner, raviolis and garlic bread, and place everything on the table. When Charlie had returned from work, and saw me in the kitchen cooking for the first time in the last month, I saw a small smile crack across his face. He was clearly glad to see me outside the confines of my room. Unfortunately, in a matter of minutes any joy he has for me will blow right out the window.

"Dinner is ready!" I call as Charlie trudges into the kitchen, and I can hear my mom bounding down the stairs.

"This is great, Bells." Charlie muses as he takes a seat.

"Yes, it really is." My mother agrees taking the seat across from Charlie. They always have me sit in the middle when we eat together, because I can tell they are more comfortable not sitting right next to each other. It doesn't bother me, what can you expect from your divorced parents? I am just glad they are civil enough to stay in the same house while Renee visits.

I laugh nervously, my nerves getting to me. "Uh, thanks."

I decide not to tell them till dinner is almost done, because there is no use in ruining a perfectly fine dinner with pregnancy news. We sit and make awkward small talk, Charlie talking about his day, Renee talking about Phil. Most conversations between the three of us are truly awkward, mostly because Charlie isn't fully over my mother, and I think Renee knows that. We be sure to stay on lighter topics, or else I am not sure we could keep up this civil charade. Well, I am about to shoot any peace straight to hell, because our meal is almost over, and it is now or never.

"Hey, Mom, Dad? Before we clean up, there is something that I wanted to talk to you about." I say, trying to keep my tone calm.

"Sure, kid. What is it?" My father says, throwing his crumpled napkin on his plate. Both of them are look at me expectantly, totally unaware that their worlds are about to be turned upside-down.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes for a brief moment before breaking the news.

"I'm uh-" I begin, gulp. "I'm pregnant."

Silence.

I haven't looked up at my parents faces yet, but based off the silence that when I finally do, it's not going to be good.

"I'm sorry, what?!" My mother says, a little louder than normal. I flinch at the sound of her fork clanging to the floor.

I look up and see that my mother is looking at me with wild eyes, her mouth hanging open, clearly outraged. My father on the other hand I just staring at me blankly, like he is not truly understanding what is being said.

"I'm pregnant..?" I say, sounding more like a question.

"Bella, tell me this is a sick joke, because this isn't funny young lady." My mother says through her teeth.

A small tear slips through my eyelashes, "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so, so sorry.

Her hand lifts to cover her mouth as tears fill her eyes, and she shakes her head slowly. My father's face has slowly turned from blank to a expression of pure anger. "Bella, whose baby is it?"

"Edwards…" I whisper, knowing that he isn't going to like this answer.

His face turns a strange color of purple, then to red before he throws his fork onto the table and quickly pushes away from the table. He turns around and marches out of the room, and soon enough I hear him making his way up the stairs.

Slam!

His bedroom door slams shut, and I jolt with the noise.

"Bella, how did this happen?" She asks. I can't tell if it is disappointment or sadness framing her voice.

Another tear escapes my eyes. "Sex?"

She rolls her eyes, but then sighs, probably deciding that is as good answer as any. How else do unplanned babies get made?

I suppose I should explain myself a little. "We didn't think it was possible for Edward to get me pregnant… He was sick as a child, one of the side effects were that he was supposed to be sterile. We didn't know… I am so sorry, Mom."

"And you didn't think to use condoms anyways? That was very foolish Bella." She chides.

"I know, Mom. It was stupid, and irresponsible. I don't know what to do." I say, a small sob escaping my mouth.

"Oh, Bella!" She cries, getting up and throwing her arms around my shoulders, we are both crying now. We hold each other for a good couple minutes before she pulls away to say something.

"Bella, I am very disappointed." She begins. Another sob rips out of me. "But, you are my daughter, and I love you. So, we are going to figure this out, because that is my grandbaby in there and I want to be a part of yours and my grandchilds life."

I sniffle, grossly wiping my nose with my sleeve. "Really?"

She smiles sadly. "'Of course, darling. I love you."

She kisses my forehead, and I pull her into another hug, nuzzling my face into her neck. "Thank you, Mama."

I haven't called her Mama since I was probably nine years old, but now it just seemed to slip out of my mouth. The name seemed to hit her heart because she held me closer to her when I said the word.

"What about Dad?" I asked, not lifting my head from her neck.

She sighed and pulled away, went to sit in the chair next to me. We sat silently for a minute while she processed the question.

"You just need to give your Dad time, sweetie. I'm sure he will come around." She says, although I can tell that she isn't sure of her answer. "I can't imagine that he wouldn't want to be part of his grandchild's life."

I nodded, knowing that that was the best answer I was going to get… I was hoping she was right, but I wasn't setting my heart on it. I won't blame him if he doesn't want me to stay here any longer, but I am not sure I want to move to Florida. As much as this town bring many unwanted memories, it has become my true home. Although, I know that being the only pregnant eighteen-year-old in Forks won't be easy. I knew that for the time being, I would spend the next years in Forks.