Everything belongs to the amazing Stephenie Meyer, well except for the plot and a few characters I'm adding in, I own those. :)

Inspirational songs: Where's My Angel by Metro Station, Together With the Sundown by Stephen Jerzak

I sprinted to the toilet just like I had every morning for the past two weeks. I stuck my head in it on time and you know what comes next. Morning sickness, it is without a doubt the worst part of a pregnancy. Every single morning when I walk down stairs and smell whatever Charlie is cooking whether it is scrambled eggs or just a bowl of cereal it makes my acid reflex react in the most horrible way.

After I finished up with that I brushed my teeth and walked into the kitchen a second time. I ate the same thing I ate every morning for the past few weeks, a bowl of oatmeal. It had a pretty normal and bland taste so it kept my stomach calm. When I had swallowed down my breakfast I completed the rest of my morning routine before school, brushing through my hair and putting on presentable clothes. Jacob, my 'baby daddy' called at the same time he did every morning, 7:50, to check up on me.

I answered the phone, "Hello Jacob."

"Hey Bella, how did you sleep?" he said exuberantly. I didn't see how he could be such a morning person it was almost annoying.

"Fine," I answered groggily.

"Did you have morning sickness?"

"Are you going to ask me this every day? Yes Jacob, like the past two weeks I had morning sickness today and I will probably continue to have it for at least the next week."

"Ok just checking, sorry about that."

"No, I'm sorry for snapping at you Jacob. It's just I'm tired of being sick all the time and I'm starting to get fat and this is really starting to suck."

"It's ok Bella I understand. You're under a lot of stress right now. It will get better though and it will all be worth it when you have that beautiful baby in your arms."

"Yea. Well, I've got to get to school. Bye, Jacob."

"Talk to you later Bella," he said and I clicked off the phone and drove to school where I dealt with the constant stares and whisperings of everyone.

They probably wouldn't be whispering so much if I hadn't gotten pregnant with Jacob after I was just completely in love with Edward a few months ago and I was still catatonic at times about his sudden departure. Also the fact that Jacob and I are no longer together romantically but are still friend's bothered people I think. And of course the fact that I'm still in school, planning on finishing school, still considered the new girl, still the quiet and good girl makes it more surprising that I got pregnant at all more confusing to others.

When I found out I was pregnant I didn't believe it myself, I was in denial for a week. I didn't think I could become pregnant after having sex once, but that's what everyone says. I told Jacob and I'm pretty sure he didn't believe it either. But it finally set in and we had some big decisions to make, like what we wanted our relationship to be and everything about the baby. We decided after a lot of heated arguments that we should just stay friends. We also decided that abortion was completely against our beliefs and adoption was a good choice but not for us. We agreed that we shouldn't move in together and we could just have shared custody of the baby kind of like a divorced couple but better. We still wanted to be a family just not a traditional one. After all the arguments that came from making those choices we also agreed that after that point that we could never scream and yell at each other again because since we weren't having a normal family we needed to keep what we did have as stable as possible.

Charlie wanted to kill Jacob and me at first; his reaction to the announcement had stuck in my mind and replayed almost every day since.

Charlie was sitting in his favorite chair in front of the TV watching college basketball. He mumbled hello as I walked in and sat on the other couch.

I cleared my throat and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. "Charlie, I have to tell you something it's important."

He looked over at me, sighed and hit mute on the remote. "What is it Bella?"

"Uh, I don't know how to put this lightly so I'm just going to say it, I'm pregnant."

I saw several emotions cross his face confusion, disbelief, failure, and finally anger. "What?" he asked in his deep gruff voice that he reserved for his most impassioned moments.

"I had sex and now I'm facing the consequence…"

"I know how it happened but with who?"

"Jacob"

"Bella, go to your room."

"Why? What did I do?"

"You're lying to me. Jacob would never do that to you. He's too much of a gentleman."

"You can call him and ask yourself but I can guarantee he will say the same thing. I wouldn't lie to you about something like this, dad."

He thought it over for awhile, "I have no idea how to punish you for this but I just want you to know that what you did is not ok in anyway and as soon as I think of a punishment it will be strictly enforced but for now you're grounded which doesn't really mean anything because you don't go anywhere anyways."

"Ok. I'm so sorry dad. I didn't mean to disappoint you."

"People make mistakes Bella, the hardest part about that is learning to live with them."

"I know."

I shook myself out of that flashback, ever since then Charlie has never looked at me the same as he did before. There's always a twinge of disappointment in his eyes when he looks my way and he treats Jacob differently too. He always looks at him with hatred instead of admiration and they don't have that strong bond like they used to. There was nothing I could do about the way people reacted though and just like Charlie said, it was up to me to decide how I would deal with their reactions.

My vision was blurry, like my eyes were barely open. I tried to rub them but that didn't help. Through the blur I noticed where I was, the Cullen's house back on the night of my 18th birthday. Everything was the same as that night except I was very pregnant. Everyone was smiling and laughing and talking, including me. All of a sudden a sharp pain shot through my stomach. I looked down and there was blood running down my legs and a baby fell out of my underwear and onto the floor. The baby was red and soaked with blood. It wasn't crying, it wasn't even breathing. I had miscarried. I started sobbing. I looked up at the vampires surrounding me just in time to see Jasper lunge towards the baby and bite its neck; this when I started screaming along with the hollow sobs. Carlisle pulled Jasper away but when I looked down at my baby most of the blood was gone from its skin and suddenly it moved, it sat up and looked at me. It was pale white and its eyes were the color of blood. It was a vampire. In a doll like but at the same time very scary voice it reached its hand out to me and said, "Mama." I screeched I was terrified. Edwards's eyes were wide with regret I looked around at everyone and every face was solemn. I blinked and when I opened my eyes they were all gone. There was a blood spot on the rug where the baby had laid and a note on top of it. I picked the note up, it read:

Dearest Isabella,

I'm sorry it's just not working out. I'm doing what's best for you. I'm trying to save you. I will never bother you again.

Signed,

Edward

I screamed and screamed and screamed.

Finally my own screaming woke me up. I was soaked in sweat with salt trails going from my eyes the whole way down my face. Charlie was hovering over my bed.

"Jesus, Bella are you ok?"

"I'm fine, it was just a nightmare."

"You were screaming for awhile. It sounded like you were being attacked. I thought you had finally outgrown those dreams."

"Yeah I thought so too…"

Once he left I took deep breaths. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. But something wasn't right, I felt someone watching me. I opened my eyes and looked. Hovering over my bed was Edward.

Great, I was dreaming again. I opened my mouth to talk but before I could say anything his beautiful voice rang out.

"Bella I am so sorry. I know this is breaking my promise but I couldn't stay away from you any longer. Will you please accept my apology and take me back?"

This stared at dream Edwards face it seemed so real. The way his eyes pleaded with me, his pale skin, bronze hair, everything about him was exactly as I remembered it. I couldn't do what he asked me to because since this was just a dream when I woke up I would be crushed.

I bit my lip, "I can't you're not real, I can't."

"I am real," he said taking a step forward and grabbing my hand, "Can't you feel me? Can't you see me? I'm as real as you, as real as Charlie sleeping over in the next room."

"I'm just dreaming I know it."

He huffed impatiently, "What can I do to prove to you this is not a dream? I'm really here."

"Kiss me." Even though this would end up hurting me in the long run I just needed to feel his lips on mine, real or not.

He nodded and closed his eyes and moved forward and captured my lips with his; holding the kiss for a couple seconds. He broke away and looked me in the eyes, his face still mere inches away from mine. "Do you believe me now?" His intoxicating breath blew in my face and I almost fainted at the smell. I reached out and touched his face. His skin was perfectly smooth and freezing cold. The kiss, his smell, his face everything was too normal, to vivid for a dream to create and as much as I didn't want to, I was starting to believe him. I covered his hand with both of mine then I brought it up to my face and kissed it, then released it. He cradled my cheek with that hand and I melted it in to it.

"Oh Edward why?"

"Why what?" he asked seeming a little worried.

"Why are you so perfect and why did you come back?"

"Bella, that first question is completely rhetorical. I came back because I love you. I need to be with you, to see you to love and be loved by you. But if you don't want me back then I understand. Just tell me now, please."

I flinched, those three words, though so beautiful and eloquent especially coming from his mouth, stabbed me like a knife. I was unprepared and my guarded heart was not ready to hear I love you in that melodious tone just yet. "You have no idea how much I want you back but things are more complicated right now and I'm not sure you will still want me back after you figure out what happened while you were gone."

"I've loved you since I met you, I loved you then, I love you now, and I will always love you, no matter what. Anything that happened I will accept. I don't care as long as you still love me and are willing to try to forgive me I want you, need you back."

Somehow I doubted him but I decided to give it a chance. I stared at his face to see his reaction and pulled the blanket away from my body, exposing my seven months pregnant belly.

His golden eyes widened with noticeable surprise but he soon caught himself and put on a semi-blank expression. His tone wasn't so easily fixed. "Wha-, how, when, why?"

I cut him off before he continued rambling with questions. "Jacob and I had sex, one time a long time ago when I was really hurting from you leaving and I was so lonely. He was lonely too. I never thought that this would happen. But it did and there's no going back now. But in case you're wondering Jacob and I are not involved romantically at all anymore. We're just friends, that's all we ever will be and that's all we ever were except for that one night." Tears were starting to form in my eyes, "I'm so sorry, please don't be angry with me."

His thumb wiped away a tear that had escaped my eye and he kissed me passionately, "I love you Isabella Marie Swan and nothing you do will ever change that. I will love this baby too; I'll love it as if it were my own because anything that you create has to be wonderful. And this is a good thing anyways I want you to have human experience that we wouldn't be able to have together and this is definitely one of them."

I smiled faintly, "I would've much rather experienced it with you, but I'm glad you're here now to help me and be with the baby and me. There's nothing more I can ask for."

He rubbed a circle on my stomach, "You have no idea how happy I am right now Bella."

"I think I do. Can you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Can you hold me all night just like you used to?"

"Nothing would make me happier." He crawled into bed behind me and wrapped his arms around me, humming my lullaby. I got the best sleep I can ever remember that night. The nightmares were gone and the clouds had cleared. The world was at peace again. Hallelujah.