Disclaimer again: Stephenie Meyer owns the characters :)
It was three am when I crept into my house and I was careful not to wake Charlie with my heavy footsteps.
I sneaked into my room and closed the door silently behind me, sliding down to the floor in relief.
I breathed easily and was suddenly glad that I had shut the window that afternoon. I was alone here for once and I felt thankful for this as a wave of calm washed over me.
Suddenly, nausea overwhelmed me and I ran out of my room, into the bathroom, cowering over the toilet. What felt like my week's food intake reappeared before my streaming eyes and panting, I shoved my hair into a rough ponytail waiting for the next bout of vomiting to overpower me.
Only when I was sure that I had finished, I re entered my bedroom.
My heart jolted and I clanged the door shut, wincing at my mistake.
A silhouette was sat on the end of my bed, its body facing away from mine.
"You're ignoring me?" I whispered.
"Is that a question, or a statement?"
I smiled and made my way over to the bed.
"Jacob, how the hell did you even get in here?!"
I closed the curtains with a quick glance around to make sure we were truly alone. I turned around to find him closer than I had anticipated and gave an involuntary shiver.
"Charlie let me in..." He smirked to himself "Are you cold honey? I could warm you up if you'd like..."
I smacked him playfully on the arm, ignoring his comment, and collapsed on the bed.
"So where've you been baby? I've missed you." He looked slightly pained and my heart wrenched. I hated being away from my sunshine.
"You know, just trying to find some nice clothes for your party –"
"At three am? Where do you shop?!"
I stuck my tongue out at him childishly trying with all my might to avoid the question.
"If you do that again darling, I'm gonna have to chop it off" he murmured in my ear, tickling my neck with his hot breath.
I giggled and repeated my childish action only to be thrown on my back, his tongue suddenly intertwined with my own. I knotted my fingers in his hair passionately, trying to forget the day's events; trying not to imagine the pale face which reappeared every time I closed my eyes.
It would kill Jake to know what I thought of when I was with him...
I pulled away from Jacobs eager lips and looked him deep in the eyes. How would he react?
"Jacob..." I started.
Suddenly he was tense.
"What is it? Are you ok?" he sounded panicked "You didn't fall on the way home did you?"
Slightly offended by his last comment, I continued and ignored the sudden interruption.
"I don't know what you're going to say. I don't know how you're going to react..." my worry cracked my voice and he held me closer, creating a protective cage around me with his arms.
"Jacob." There was no easy way to break this news. "Jacob I'm pregnant."
His face was stunned and he loosened his grip around me. I winced inwardly, readying myself for the rejection.
"Bella" he whispered my name gruffly in my ear. It was full of emotion, but which, I couldn't tell. "I love you so much"
I clung to him desperately, still not knowing the result of my outburst. I shouldn't have just blurted it out. I could've done it differently...
We sat, clinging to each other for what felt like forever, till he moved his hand from around my waist to my stomach and ducked his head under the covers so that his head was on my belly. My heart fluttered wildly.
"Hello baby. My name is Jake. I'm your... daddy" he looked up at my shocked expression and laughed. I scolded myself for even considering that he might leave. Not everyone deserts me I reminded myself. "But now honey, I think you should look away because I'm going to do things to your mother that you shouldn't know about until you're at least 10 years old..."
I laughed openly at this and warm relief spread wildly through my body that had nothing to do with my werewolf boyfriend being back in my arms.
"I love you Bella." He whispered.
"I love you too."
And I truly meant it.