Heey Everyone! So here is my second multi chaptered story!! If any of the info is off, I'm sorry. I haven't actually had a baby, so I don't really know that much. Bear with me though, kay? Hope you like it!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, although I'm pretty sure they do own me.

No. No way. No effing way. I shook the piece of plastic in my hand, but the pink plus sign wouldn't go away. I fell against the sink, and threw the plastic stick at the wall as hard as I could.

"Fuck my life. How could this happen?" I cried. I crawled over to where the pregnancy test had landed, and looked at it again. "Fuck." The plus sign was still there. As bright and pink as ever.

"Bella, dinner!" I heard Esme call from downstairs.

They are going to send me back, I just know it. Who wants a pregnant daughter? I actually like it here too. Carlisle and Esme are so sweet, and all of their other adopted children are so nice. I've ruined it all though.

"Bella?" Esme called again.

"I'm coming." It was barely a whisper. How could I tell her this? Her and Carlisle had done so much for me, and here I go and ruin it all.

I was living in a foster home the night I had gone to that party. I didn't even want to go to the stupid party. But I did. And of course Kyle was there, and of course no one could hear me scream with a pillow over my face. And of course I would end up pregnant at 15. Thats just how my fucked up life goes.

2 weeks after that horrible night, I was adopted by the Cullen's and I had decided to put that night out of my head forever. But now, 6 weeks and 4 days after the forgotten party, that night has come back to haunt me.

I opened the bathroom door, and quickly ducked into my room. I hid the pregnancy test under my mattress. Maybe no one has to find out about this right away.

I walked down to the kitchen where the rest of the family was already sitting around the dining room table. I sat down at my regular spot between Alice and Rosalie. I filled my plate without saying anything.

"How was everyone's day?" Carlisle asked, as he did every evening.

"Good," Everyone except me mumbled. No one really ever goes into detail, unless its big news.

"Bella, how was your day? You look like your not feeling well. Are you okay?" Esme asked, concern clearly written across her face.

"No." I shook my head, "Can I please be excused?"

"Of course dear, do you need anything?" I shook my head, cleared my plate then ran up to the room I share with Alice.

I locked the door, reached under my mattress and checked it again. It was the same as I had left it. I sat down on my bed, and took a deep breath.

I don't have to make any decisions tonight, I reminded myself. I lay down on my bed, and stared up at the ceiling. Should I tell Kyle? No Bella, stop thinking about it. He's in Phoenix, your in Forks. What would telling him do? He wouldn't do anything. Maybe if I just ignore this...just pretend this never happened. It's not my fault after all, I didn't choose to have sex. At least not that time. Not with Kyle. Shut up Bella. Go to sleep. Don't think about it.

The sun shone bright through the window in the morning and the heat on my face woke me up. Alice was still asleep in her bed, breathing quietly. All of a sudden my stomach turned, and I threw off the quilt. I ran to the bathroom, and leaned over the toilet.

Once I was done I leaned back against the wall, and cried quietly. Was this going to happen every morning? It would be awfully hard to ignore this if I spent my mornings with my head in the toilet.

I heard footsteps in the hall, and I pulled my self up. I brushed my teeth, and washed my face, then crawled back into my bed.

"Alice? Bella?" Esme opened our door. "Girls, get up!"

Alice moaned, then climbed out of bed, heading towards the bathroom.

"Bella?" Esme walked into the room. I rolled over so I was facing away from her. "Bella, time to get up."

"I'm not feeling well," I whispered, still not looking at her. "Can I stay home today?"

"Sure dear, can I get you anything?" She sounded concerned.

"No thanks." I murmured, then I heard her leave the room. I pulled the covers over my head, and cried some more.

I must have cried my self to sleep, because when I woke up my clock read 2:30 in the afternoon. My stomach growled, so I climbed out of bed, and went down to the kitchen. I found some left over pizza in the fridge, and sat down on one of the bar stools.

Esme walked into the kitchen, and looked surprised to see me. "Bella," She smiled, "Are you feeling better?" Her face was filled with concern, and she looked so sweet. I was so tempted just to tell her the truth, but I knew that would not end well, so I just shrugged.

"Not really," I mumbled. She placed her hand on my forehead.

"No fever." She said. "Maybe we should go the doctor."

"No!" I say way to quickly. She looked at me suspiciously. "No," I repeated, calmer. "I'm just going to go back to sleep.

I ran up to my room, and buried my self back under the covers. I wasn't tired, but I didn't feel like doing anything, so I just stayed under the covers until I heard the other kids get home from school.

I joined them for dinner, barely eating. For some reason chicken seemed utterly repulsive. I moved it around my plate, cutting it into small pieces so it looked like I was actually eating.

Esme watched me through out the whole meal, and I had this feeling that she knew. That's ridiculous Bella, I told my self, How could she know?

"Bella, I'm worried about you..." Esme said.

"Don't be, I'm fine. I'm feeling a lot better. Is it okay if I make pasta though, I don't really feel like chicken."

"Sure dear, whatever you need." Esme smiled.

I really did feel better as I walked into the kitchen a put a pot of water on the stove. Maybe it would be easy to ignore this.

Or maybe not. The next morning I was kneeling over the toilet again, throwing up and crying at the same time.

I climbed back into bed, really not feeling like going to school. Once everyone was gone Esme knocked on my door. Before I answered, she walked in and sat on the end of my bed.

"I'm really worried about you, Bella." She spoke quietly. "I really think we should go to the doctor."

"I really think we shouldn't." I replied, my voice sour.

"Listen Bella, if your not better by Friday then I am taking you to the doctor."

I bit my lip, then sighed. "Fine." What else could I say? There was no way I was going to be 'better' in two days.

"Thank you Bella. You know I tend to worry about you guys. I love you, and I don't want anything to happen to you. Better safe then sorry, right?"

"Right," I sighed, wondering if she would still love me after she found out I was damaged goods.

"Get some sleep Bella, I don't want you to miss too much school." She stood up.

I nodded, "Yeah, me neither." I pulled the quilt over my head, and the second I heard Esme walk into the hall, I started crying again.

I really hope you liked it! Sorry its not that long, I just wanted to see if people like it before I go an write a really long chapter. Please PLEASE review =) If you review I will send you a sneak peak of the next chapter. I am going to try and update every other day, so chapter 2 will be out monday. Review though, and I'll send you a sneak peak =)

Thanks,

Love Alice