Tears ran down my face as I looked at the small black and white photo in my shacking hands. The doctor's words rang around my head like a noon church bell.

"Mrs. Lahote, you're three months pregnant."

I was scared out of my mind. This was my first child. I'm twenty-three years old. I was suppose to be in college right now, but I was a stay at home "wife." Paul! How would I tell Paul? How will he take it. Would he kill me? What about our unborn child? I started to panic as the nurse ushered me out in to the waiting area to make my next appointment, which would be in a few weeks. I looked at Paul in the eye to see them completely black. This isn't good! This isn't good! This isn't good! I chanted in my head. Paul was deadly when he got like this. There was only one time he had gotten like this. That was when we first moved. My best friend since I was two came to visit us. Jake and Paul had gotten a long fine and everything was okay or so I thought. Jake stayed for a few weeks. The day before he left we dedicated it to just me and him, so we could catch up more and have fun. That night when me and Jake got back to the house; Paul was livid. Paul had grabbed me roughly, shoving me behind him. He let out a a feral like growl as He looked at Jake with narrowed eyes.

"Where the fuck have you to been?" Paul whispered dangerously calm.

"We were just out having fun. Man..calm down," Jake replied

"What the fuck were y'all doing?"

"Dude. Calm down. Bells and I just went to a local arcade. Then we went to the movies to see some dumb kiddie movie. After that we went to the local wing spot. That's it."

Jake tried to move to get me, but Paul moved every where he moved, making sure I could see, but not giving me enough room to escape. I looked at Jake, pleading for him to help me. I was becoming extremely scared, and I was having trouble breathing.

"Paul. Look at Bells. She's scared, and she can barely breath."

Paul looked at me, but all I got was a growl.

"Jake. Get the fuck out of my house. Now!" Paul yelled, making me yelp in fear.

Jake looked at me and mouthed sorry as he got his stuff and left. I knew my eyes were as wide as saucers as I looked at the door, pleading for Jake to come back and protect me.

"You damn whore!" Paul yelled as he slapped me.

I whimpered as I clutched my jaw. I could faintly taste the copper in my mouth, hating it. I backed myself into a corner, trying to put some distance between me and Paul. I started to hyperventilate as Paul stalked towards me like a lion stalking it's prey. Once he reached me, he grabbed me by my jacket as i tried to fight him. But his hold was strong.

"ISABELLA!" Paul yelled. I jumped and looked up through my eyelashes.

"Listen to the nurse," Paul whispered strangely.

I listened to the nurse and tried not to fidget to much, trying not to show my discomfort. I made my appointment and thanked the staff. I walked out of the doctor's office with Paul in front of me. I stopped half way to the car because I was scared out of my mind. I was scared for my baby. Would Paul beat me to the point I would loose my baby? Would he beat me so bad both of us would die? I stopped dead in my tracks and fell to my knees. I looked up to see Paul's vexed face. His eyes shone with hatred. I saw spots starting to develop around the lining of my vision. I wouldn't let him hurt me or this unborn child.

Emmett's Point of View

I looked down at the supposed bundle of joy in my arms. Macyn* Linette McCarthy. My baby girl. She was only two months old. Born on December 4, 2013 at five pounds and two ounces. She was suppose to bring happiness, but she brought on confusion and questions. That I needed answered. I just got home yesterday morning to have my mother shove a baby in my arms. I want to know why Rosalie left her here with my mother and didn't take care of her. I want to know why Rosalie never told me she was pregnant in the many letters she had written. Why had she told me it was over just a month a go? So Many things ran through my head I had forgotten I was even holding on to Macyn.

"Emmett. Let me take Maycn. Go talk to your father." My mother said concern lacing her voice.

I handed Maycn over still in a daze as I ran up the stair to my father's office taking the stairs by two. I looked at the rich wood door, trying to find my words and centering myself. I finlly knocked and waited on him to tell me to enter.

"Come on in Em." He said in a gruff tone.

"Dad...I need some advice something. Shit! i hate feeling like this. Damn it!"

"Calm down. Think. Lay everything out."

"Okay."

I took a deep breath and began to lay everything out.

"Rosalie is Macyn's mother. We only had sex once, and that was the week right before I got deployed. We wrote each other for months, but not once did she mention that she was missing her period or even pregnant. since Maycn was born which was almost two months ago, that was the last time she was heard from by her father, which was two days ago. That's all we have" I finished racking my brain.

"Well, you now have a beautiful baby girl that needs you. You need to gather your shit and balance it with you're baby girl. You now have to think about the business and keeping family safe."