AN: You don't understand how proud of myself I am for finishing this so soon. Enjoy!
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Okay, so I think I'm pregnant.
There's no guarantee I am. There could be another reason for why my way overdue period is taking so long to come. And yes, that other reason might very well be something awful because nothing good messes up my period cycle, but at least it won't be that.
And I mean, there's no way I could actually be pregnant. The only person I've slept with is a vampire for God's sake. It just can't be possible.
I freely admit I didn't pay much attention in biology after meeting Edward, but two distinct species shouldn't be able to conceive. At least, I would think they shouldn't. But then there is that whole liger thing. And aren't mules a product of donkeys and horses or something? So if that's possible, humans and vampires may still be similar enough to reproduce.
Which means I might have very well been knocked up by my vampiric husband and his vampiric seed.
Fuck.
Okay, you know what, it's okay. I'm fine. There's no guarantee. I'm okay. And I need to calm down because I'm starting to feel faint, and oh God please don't let that be a symptom. Okay, calm down, deep breaths. In and out. In and out. Okay.
Think.
I don't know for sure if I'm even pregnant so it is not time for me to be freaking out. I need to confirm it first, that's what I have to do. I need to take that pee test, maybe take it twice to be on the safe side, and then I'll see whether freaking out is necessary.
So test first.
Which means I need to head to the pharmacy because there's no way I'm getting it from the grocery store and risking someone I know seeing me. I should be able to slip in and out of the pharmacy quickly enough that no one is ever the wiser. And I should probably park my truck a ways away because it is far too noticeable.
That damn cherry red.
And then I'm in the car on my way to the pharmacy store minutes after coming to that decision when I realize there's a very critical flaw in my plans.
Alice.
Fuck.
She could see me choosing the pregnancy test, or she might see me decide to take it, but either way I'm fucked if she sees anything so I'm not sure whether to go through with it. Though really, any sort of hesitation is good in this situation right? Hesitation means she won't be able to see my actions because I haven't committed to taking them.
And I've done it once before, subverting her visions to get to the abandoned ballet studio back in Phoenix, so I should be able to do it again. Hopefully, I've thought of it just in time since I'm nowhere near ready to deal with anyone else's thoughts about this.
I mean, I don't even have confirmation yet.
Pulling into the back of the small town center in Forks, I make sure to park in the furthest spot from the pharmacy then make my way there with my hood up and my hands stuffed in the pockets to keep them from fidgeting.
I really hope I can get back home and take it with no issues.
There's no one there when I enter, not even someone behind the counter, and I send out a whispered 'thank you' up above. Quickly making my way over to the right section, I grab the first two pregnancy tests I see. The first rule of avoiding Alice's visions: make split second decisions that won't ping anywhere near her radar.
Spontaneity is key here.
I grab the boxes and head up to the counter, tapping the conveniently placed bell so someone can come ring me up.
Moments later, a guy comes out from what I'm guessing is a storage room and rings me up with nothing but a 'hey' and the total of my purchase. His indifference to what I'm buying goes a long way to curving my anxiety of doing so. I never thought I'd be one of those girls who end up in this sort of situation.
I wasn't even interested in anyone before Edward had sparked my curiosity. Well, the Cullens as a whole had sparked it but he was the first one I met and his actions had only left me with more questions.
I'm back in the truck and on my way home within five minutes of getting to the pharmacy, and my heart has sped up exponentially in that time.
My mind is filled with shouted prayers of 'please, don't let it be so' and my grip on the steering wheel is impossibly tight. The bag containing the tests sits on the passenger seat besides me and I glance at it every other second anxiously. My whole future is going to be determined by the results of those two tests.
As I get out of the truck and head inside up to the bathroom, the weight of the bag in my hand leaves a heaviness settling in my stomach.
I lock the door as soon as I get in and turn to look at my face in the mirror.
It's drawn with worry and concern and I place the bag aside for a moment as I splash some water on my face. I take in a few deep breaths, only releasing them after three seconds in an attempt at lowering my heart rate. And then I reach out for the first test, reading the instructions on the box as I sit down on the toilet.
Placing it directly under me as directed, I'm left waiting a few seconds until the pee finally comes out and the little stick is sufficiently covered.
But the two minutes I then have to wait for the result to come through are the longest two minutes of my life and so I stand up, pacing back and forth with my hand on my stomach as I wait for it. I really don't know what I'm going to do if it ends up being positive. I mean, how the hell am I going to raise a baby, one that's half vampire at that.
The moment the alarm I'd set on my phone goes off, I stop my stride and freeze up.
This is it, the answer on this little stick will either release me from this overwhelming stress or change the course of my entire life.
I take in one last deep breath and hold it for a good four seconds before exhaling, and then I turn to the stick I left on the bathroom counter and pick it up to see what my future holds.
A blue plus sign stares back at me and my stomach drops.
I'm pregnant.
Oh no, no, it can't be.
I throw the stick in the trash and hurry to take out the other box, quickly opening it and squatting over the toilet bowl to pee on it. I count the seconds this time, taking measure to say Mississippi between each one to make sure I am not counting too fast. As soon as I hit 120 seconds, I'm looking at the stick on the counter and staring at it as though that will change the outcome.
Another blue plus sign glares back at me and I look at it for a good minute before I finally resign myself to the truth.
I'm pregnant.
I'm pregnant, and the baby I'm carrying was put in me by a vampire. The same vampire I stupidly fell in love with despite all warning signs directing me not to. My life can't be more of a cliche teen movie. Except, it's not, and there's no way for me to know what the hell I'm supposed to do now.
I mean, I don't even know what this baby is going to look like, how it's going to turn out with a vampire for a father. Is it going to look like me and grow like me, is it going to eat like me? Or is it going to be some evil spawn that's created to take over the world for the source of all evil?
Oh God, am I Phoebe Halliwell now?
Is Edward the demon masquerading as a human that I fall in love with and am convinced is not the evil others (mostly him) claim to be?
Oh fuck.
I really need to calm down. I'm thinking in crazy now.
I occupy myself with cleaning up the mess I made, hiding the contents of the box under other garbage and ripping the boxes so that they lay inside out. And then I quickly come to realize that might not be enough and I tie up the bag and go throw it out in the trash bin outside. I take the kitchen trash out for good measure to cover it up.
And then I'm in my room, sitting on my bed and staring down at my stomach, hands resting on it.
I'm pregnant.
It shouldn't have been possible. Humans and vampires are two different species, vampires don't even have heartbeats let alone the biological activity needed for reproduction. But all implausibilities aside, it's happened.
I've been impregnated by a vampire.
And now that it's been confirmed by two small blue positives, I have to tell Edward.
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AN: None of this was written from experience so I hope I got it right. Thoughts?