I had to pee. It was my fucking third bottle of ice tea and I had to pee so damn bad. It was too bad the old bag that got to the bathroom before me was taking her sweet motherfucking time. I had to pee. I chanted it in my head. Over and over. Pee. Pee. Pee.

It was bad enough that I, being my clumsy self, had spilled coke all over my white tank and then tripped over my own feet, but now I was hopping on one foot outside a McDonald's bathroom waiting for the damn lady to come out.

Angela rolled her eyes behind her glasses as I let out a stream of curses. She had gotten used to me and my foul mouth; in fact it amused her to no end. It also amused her that I was about to fucking pee in my pants. Evil.

I was about to kick down the damn door, or at least try, but the old lady came out. And I swear she had a smirk on her face. Of all things she smirks. I gave her a glare, letting her know my hatred for her in that second and closed the door.

Rummaging through my bag I found the item I was looking for. This better have work because I had just spent the last of my allowance on it. And I'm pretty sure it would be the last if I this test turned out to be what I thought it would be.

I stared at. I was scared shitless. Bella, it's a fucking stick, just pee on the damn thing. A stick? No it was more than just a damn stick. This test could change my life. In a year I could have a little mini me calling out 'mama'. That shit was scary.

I peed on the damn stick. I mean it sure was a convenience to know if you were pregnant or not but couldn't they have made something different. I mean, peeing on a stick. Really? Was that really necessary?

I waited, impatiently. It seemed like hours, day, hell it felt like years. But when the time came I looked down at the test and found my answer…

Walking out the bathroom I looked up and Angela, her face concerned and curious.

"Angie I'm...", I whispered tears brimming my eyes. My heart pounded fast against my chest and my head throbbed with pain. I knew it, I didn't want to believe it but I knew. I Bella Swan was, "Pregnant". The word seemed so foreign on my tongue, so weird.

I smiled. I was pregnant. I was having a baby… his baby.

She smiled brightly at me, and enveloped me in her arms. "He's gonna be so happy Bells."

I ran outside and smiled at him, confirming his beliefs with a nod, and ran to him as fast as I could. I threw myself in his arms and laughed happily into his shoulder. We were having a baby.

A/N: So I bet you're confused huh? Well this takes place in the middle of New Moon and Edwards gone. So I just want to let all those Edward fans know, this is not an Edward and Bella story. The rest of the story will be leading up to this moment, and I will have the uttermost fun writing it. I have this tendency to twist my writing and making things happen that will shock the hell out of you. In the future there might be some lemons, but I don't know. I'll update as soon as I can and hope you like this story. It kind of just popped in my head. For those who want some drama with the Cullen's you will be getting it. Just not so soon. Bella has to grown a pair of balls and stop being such a pussy before they show up. I can't stand weak Bell, it insults myself as a female. But then again she has her reasons. And I'm getting mad at a fictional character. All right before I go all loony on you guys, just want to say please tell me in your honest opinion what you think about this story. Leave comments cause I want to know if my writings good or bad, and what I could change. Thanks! Wow I think that's the longest A/N I've ever wrote.