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A/N: Okay, I'm suffering from a serious case of writer's block with my other story-so, I'm trying to get back into the groove with something else. This is AU and this is hopefully different from all the other Bella gets pregnant fanfics out there-but it probably isn't. Oh well. It's my guilty pleasure. This is just a little taste of what's been helping my insomnia for the past week! Hope you enjoy! Please review. Let me know what you think 

Never Saw It Coming:

I really didn't want to be in this tiny room. I don't know why everyone felt the need to cajole me today. I could feel the perspiration beads pop up on the back of my neck and I knew I was the color of old guacamole. Gross. Could I have thought of anything besides food?

Nurse Pat shuffled into the narrow space, making me even more uncomfortable if that were possible, and smiled patronizingly at me. At that moment, the old cot pushed up against the wall seemed much more inviting than it did a moment ago. My head started to spin.

"Well, hello Bella. Mrs. Goff said you were looking a little green around the gills. What's got you under the weather?" She was nice and honestly sounded concerned, but I really didn't want anyone calling my dad and telling him that I still wasn't feeling well.

"I'm just still getting over the stomach bug I had this weekend Nurse Pat. It's nothing to worry about. I'm not contagious. I never ran a fever and I never threw up. I just felt queasy. I thought I was fine to come to school today. Come to think of it, it probably was something I ate." I knew sooner or later all the fish I now consume would catch up with me. Yeah, that's what it was. Fish. I tried to stand up to show Nurse Pat that I was really okay. As I slowly rose from the cot, I felt like the room started spinning and immediately had to sit down again. I laid my head against the back of the chair and closed my eyes. Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up.

"Whoa, Bella. Let's have a look." She smiled warmly at me and pulled out her fancy thermometer. This one was cool. All she had to do was rub it across my forehead and it beeped to let her know she had a reading. Cool. She didn't have to stick that other one in my ear. I hate that one!

"Well, you don't have a fever. So tell me your symptoms. I hope it's not food poisoning. That can be awful, hon." She sat down beside me on the cot and patted my knee.

I started thinking about my symptoms. Nothing too serious. I really didn't want her to send me home. Charlie would call Rene and she would worry me to death. She would hound me about getting enough fluids, staying in bed, etc. I could hear her now. "Starve a fever, feed a cold."

"Bella, did you hear me?" Nurse Pat was growing more concerned by the minute. I had to put her at ease or she'd call my dad.

"Well, I started feeling nauseous at school Friday. I didn't feel like I could eat anything. I ended up with a headache because of it. I know better than to skip meals. My stomach was just in knots, that's all. I went home Friday and took a nap. I've been really sleepy lately. I stayed on the couch the rest of the night. Come to think of it, I pretty much stayed there all weekend. I mean, I nibbled on some crackers and drank some Sprite. Char- Dad even made me some chicken noodle soup when he got home from fishing Saturday evening. I was just really tired and dizzy and nauseous. But I never threw up, I swear. I rested all weekend."

"Did you eat anything different Thursday night?"

"No."

"Did you ever pass out?"

"No. Of course not."

"Did you feel worse at any one particular time of the day?" Nurse Pat's blue eyes were darting back and forth from me to the brown cabinet in the corner of the room. She began chewing her bottom lip like she was extremely nervous. I realized that I started mimicking her behavior and felt even more uncomfortable than before.

"Not really. I guess I was really dizzy and nauseous in the morning, but it pretty much stayed with me all day."

Nurse Pat stared at me for a long moment without saying anything. Then she let out a sigh and rose from beside me. She walked over to the door and quietly closed it, indicating she was not to be disturbed. She stood facing the door for a minute then slowly turned around to face me. The tension was now so thick in the tiny, warm room you could cut it with a knife. She was acting like she wasn't quite sure what to do. She smiled a nervous smile and walked over to the locked brown cabinet that held all the student medication. She opened the right side of the cabinet and moved some band-aids, deodorant, and tampons aside as she reached for some small brown bags hidden in the back. She grabbed one and turned to face me.

"Bella, hon, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. What does this have to do with my stomach bug?" I stammered.

"Well, hon. I'm sorry to have to ask you this at school, but I really have a favor I need you to do for me." She sat down beside me and placed the small brown bag in my hands. She laid her hands on top of mine and gave them a squeeze.

"Um, okay. What is it?" I was trying to process what could possibly be in the little brown bag, wondering what had her so upset. The school nurse in Phoenix never acted like this. We were herded in and out of her office like cattle: name, problem, call parent, name, problem, call parent. Nurse Pat really was a sweet lady. I smiled a genuine smile at her to thank her for her concern.

"I want you to take that little bag into my private bathroom and take the pregnancy test inside, baby. I think you may be pregnant."

My smile immediately fell from my face.