Note: This was not all my idea. My vary good friend helped me.

Discalimer: I'm not the author of this book. I don't take credit for the chcaracters except for the ones I make up.

"You're pregnant?!?!?!?!!?!" Jacob's voice was too loud for comfort.

He was standing in the door way of our hotel room on our honey moon. His face was bright red, looking like a sun burnt tourist I was on the bed looking down at the imprints and stitches on the blanket. I was heavily embarrassed, not knowing what to do. We just got married and on the first night of our vacation we sorta did what all honey mooners do. I didn't even think of protection and neither did Jacob. It was fantastic, but 7 days later, I got the surprising news. I looked out the window to scared to look at Jacob. I know all the stories of my mom's pregnancy with me. I almost killed her, causing everyone to go bonkers. I know that Jacob despised me from the start blaming me for Bella's discomfort. I rubbed my belly wishing that someone would explain what the hell was going to happen to me. Was I going to turn out like mom? Or even worse seeing that it's going to have ware wolf in it too? Jacob grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers trough mine.

"Well this is a hell of a surprise. I wouldn't think it possible."

"Me neither. What should we do?"

Jacob ran his hand through my hair. "What do you think? It would be suicidal to tell Edward and Bella and Doc would just want to experiment with it like some frog. It's obvious to me that our only option here is to run away."

I got off of the bed my heart pounding in my throat. I started to pace back and forth, like my dad, thinking of solutions. Running away was out of the picture; I had a whole life over there. Friends, family, school I need to finish. There was no way I was going to turn my back on everything. I thought about abortion, I'm enough human for that. I mean sure when me and Jacob are good and ready then we would have a kid, if we find out what having a kid could do to me. It's not like I'm killing a life or anything. It's under devolved and doesn't have a mind of its own. So it's ok. At that moment my stomach growled. My hand flew to it instantly with out me thinking about it. Tears started to form in my eyes. Abortion was out, way out. I don't have it in me to end a life that hasn't even begun. As I turned the other way Jacob caught me in his arms.

"Thinking isn't good for you. Could do a lot of damage to the brain"

"I see that you've been watching a lot of "Si-Fi"'.

"Yup, the crop circles are really alien target marks if you're wondering."

I laughed. He always made me feel better. Still it didn't help the situation. "We're not running away."

"Was that all you thought about. You were pacing for a long time."

I shook my head burying it in his chest. Tears rolled down my cheeks on to his bare skin. I was too ashamed to voice out my other idea. Would he think I was a cruel monster if I told him about killing our unborn infant? He grabbed my chin and tilted it upward so I was looking straight into his eyes. We weren't even two inches apart; I could feel his breath on my face. I wanted that distance to close, his lips on mine. It didn't turn out that way though. He broke off standing arms length away. I was scared that he might've read my mind and find me repulsive. I didn't like so much room between us; it makes me feel like there's a gap or a wall there. I know for sure that there wasn't one last night. I waited for his explanation for breaking away form me. He didn't say any for a while. I started to daydream about the ocean and all of the other stuff we did on our honey moon. We were in San de Ago enjoying the sun and ocean and warm breeze as much as possible. It was my parents wedding gift. At first they wanted me to go to the Esme's Island but I and Jacob declined. I didn't want our fist time to be in the same bed when they fist did it. Gross! So instead they got us two first class plane tickets and a pent house sweet in a 5 star hotel. They also made sure that we were treated like royal guest, a limo to take us where ever we chose, the room serves was complementary and so were all the other kicks. It was mostly my dad's idea; mom just threw in the extra cushiony bed. A low shuffle brought me back to the present. Jacob started to dig through our duffle bags. He threw cloths this way and that. When the duffle bag had no more things he moved right on to my personal back pack. I raced over there and snatched it before he could.

"What are you doing?"

He looked around then sprinted to the other room. I followed with my backpack clutched to my chest. He ran around the room like a man on fire. He took out drawers and flipped over the cushions on the couch. He even took out the flowers and dug through the vase. When he got the bathroom I stopped him.

"Are you going mad? I know that I threw you some really intense news, but have you completely lost it?"

He looked over my head, not answering any of my questions. I touched his cheek, jolting him back to earth.

He finally looked at me. "Huh? What? I'm sorry honey."

"So what are you doing?"

"I was just looking for the pregnancy test."

I blinked several times. "Pregnancy test? I didn't take one."

His eyes widen. "You didn't take one?"

I shook my head.

"Then how do you know if you're pregnant?!?!?!"

I flinched. "Well it was kind of a hunch."

His face turned red again. My mom told me stories when of Jacob got so mad that his hands would shake. I've never seen him that mad and I was hoping that I would keep that record.

He closed his eyes, breathing in and out. "So you're not totally sure that you're pregnant?"

"Not totally. But you know that my hunches are never wrong."

He pursed his lips. "Where's the phone?"

"Uh, which one?"

"Your cell phone."

"Why?"

"I want to call a local doctor. I want to make sure that you're actually carrying my child."

I know it's not that good. Trust me, it gets better. Please reveiw