THREE WEEKS PREGNANT- ANNA (Anna's POV)
My head's down, bent over the toilet. I am violently throwing up the four waffles that tasted so good going down.
I have an insane craving for chocolate, even though more vomit is coming up this very second.
Oh my god, what is wrong with me?
Jeremy rushes in, obviously concerned as hell.
"Belle, what's wrong?" he asks, officially having seen me at my worst. Even my PMS-ing bitch of a self was prettier than this. His voice is shaky; I know that means he's getting freaked out. I can't help but smile at the mention of Jeremy's too-cute pet name for me.
Jeremy grabs a thermometer from one of the bathroom drawers and checks my temperature. Looking at it, he seems perplexed by the findings.
"You don't have a fever." he says, getting more freaked out by the minute.
"Maybe it's just a stomach bug." I suggest, hopefully putting him and myself in a better state of mind.
Jeremy looks doubtful. He rushes out of the room, to talk to someone I suppose.
After about twenty more minutes of puking, the door creaks open.
"Jeremy, go away- I swear it's just a stomach bug." I shout.
"At this time of day?" A feminine voice asks.
Definitely not Jeremy. I know it's either his sister, his sister's best friends, or his aunt.
"Anna, I hardly think it's a stomach bug." The female voice says again.
I look up from the toilet to see the well-envied brunette locks and eyes that could drive any guy crazy.
Oh, it's Elena. She places a grocery store bag on the counter.
"It's from out of town, so it wouldn't raise suspicions. Fucking small town, you know." Elena says.
Suspicions about what? That I'm sick?
"You're late, aren't you?" Elena asks.
Late for what? I almost ask this, but I hesitate. I know what she means. She's right- I'm a week late for my period. I look her in the eyes, trying to take it all in.
No, I must be late for some other reason. I've been under a lot of stress, and I'm fairly new to this. I mean, in July I was asking Elena how to use tampons. Thank God for them. I reach for Midol to calm my raging headache.
"Anna, I don't think you'll be needing that for a long time." Elena says,swatting the case of Midol out of my hands and onto the tiled bathroom floor.
"I'm not..." I start, without a point. Is it her or myself I'm trying to convince?
"Don't lie. You could be. My brother told me what happened three weeks ago. Just take the tests, Anna." Elena urges me on, opening the bag to reveal three boxes of pregnancy tests.
"Best two of three?" Elena suggests, leaving the room to give me privacy.
For some reason, I want to deny it and swat the tests into the garbage bin, but I don't. I take out the boxes. I read the back of the first box, which contains one pregnancy test. It says if you get two pink lines it means you're pregnant. I take it, to prove everyone wrong.
But two pink lines show up, despite my wishes.
"Must be faulty." I mutter to myself.
Grabbing the other boxes, I notice that they say the same thing.
I take the second and third tests, and both tell me the same thing as the first.
Oh my god. For a brief moment, I want jump up in glee.
But then I stop myself- I'm a teenager and so is Jeremy. We aren't at all ready for what lurks in the future, contained within my stomach. Then my hands fly to my non-existent baby bump. My arms seem to holding themselves in that position, trying to convince my mind this is really happening to me. Then tears start to flow.
At that moment, Jeremy rushes in and grabs me. I turn around, pressing my face into his shoulder.
"I'm... pregnant..." I manage to say though the sobs. I have partially put his life to the chopping block just because I never bothered to find out more about birth control.
"Shh... it's going to be okay, I'm here and I always will be. Don't worry." He whispers.
"I love you, Belle." He murmurs into my ear.
Hearing him say that makes me tear up more.
Elena, Stefan, and Damon walk into the scene.
Damon smirks and somehow manages to keep it there while he says, "I guess she is pregnant, then. Happy times being an aunt, Elena!"
Elena looks like she wants to bitch-slap Damon in the face.
"Shut up, you idiot." She says finally.
"But I'm your idiot." Damon taunts his girlfriend.
Stefan stiffens at the flirty bantering of his brother and ex-girlfriend.
Poor Stefan, but he has Bonnie now.
Distracted by the exchange between Damon, Elena, and Stefan, I don't notice how Jeremy's left hand has traveled down to where my baby bump will be.
"I love you. I will never leave you." He whispers again.
Elena stops arguing with Damon and looks admiringly at Jeremy and me.
I see the twinkle in her eyes when she looks upon the two of us. Like she's happy for me and for him.
FOUR WEEKS PREGNANT- ANNA (Jeremy's POV)
I have got to admit, when Anna told me she was pregnant. I was both freaked and relieved. Now we knew what was wrong with her. Though I doubt a new life could ever be wrong.
Anna has told me up and down that she wants to keep the baby.
She is currently sitting at the kitchen table, eating some chocolate ice cream,right out of the ice cream tub.
"When are we going to tell them?" She asks, as she points to Aunt Jenna and Uncle John, who are fighting over if they should watch Glee or Lost.
"What about right now?" I ask.
I move in front of screen and Anna follows my lead.
"JER, GO AWAY! I'm trying to watch Glee!" Aunt Jenna yells.
"PMS much?" John mouths to me.
"Excuse me, I want to watch something decent!" John fires back at Aunt Jenna.
"So Lost is your idea of decent?"Aunt Jenna asks Uncle John, her voice getting louder.
"Glee's yours?" John retorts.
Anna reaches out and turns off the television.
"HEY! WE WERE WATCHING THAT!" John and Jenna both shout at Anna.
"Anna and I have something important to tell you." I say, arm around her.
Aunt Jenna and Uncle John give us the well-say-it-so-we-can-go-back-to-watching-TV glares.
"I'm pregnant." Anna says.
Uncle John and Aunt Jenna both look shocked but Uncle John manages to spit out the words. "How far along are you?"
"One month." she answers.
"And we're keeping it." I add.
THREE WEEKS PREGNANT- CAROLINE FORBES (Caroline's POV)
The third plus sign shows up... Definitely not a mistake.
Why wasn't I careful? Why hadn't I told Tyler I was switching birth control pills?
Oh, that's right- because I was stupid!
AN: That's month one, folks! Like it or hate it?
PREGNANCY STATS:
Caroline-3 weeks
Anna-4 weeks
Tammy Devon (Matt's kid)-5 weeks
