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(Two days later)

I shot up out of my warm bed, my hand over my mouth. I threw the covers back and ran as fast as my two feet could carry me, without tripping, to the bathroom

I threw the door shut behind me and locked it. The vomit was pooling in my mouth when I reached the toilet and I bent over it. With a violent shudder, I started to heave. My shoulders lurched forward as my hands gripped the sides of the toilet seat. I couldn't seem to stop vomiting. What felt like ten minutes later, I was able to pull my head out of the bowl.

Before I had time to react to my surroundings, I heard Charlie knock frantically on the door. I was in no mood to even acknowledge Charlie, but I knew I had to deal with him at some point, even if I didn't tell him the awful truth.

"Hey Bells, are you okay in there? I thought I heard someone getting sick," Charlie asked hesitantly.

"Uh, yeah dad. I am fine. I'm just feeling a little bit sick," I said while stuttering past the burn in my throat from the sour bile.

I could hear him shuffle form one foot to another. "Are you sure, Bells?"

"Yeah, Dad. Go to work. I'll be fine. I'm not going anywhere today," I pleaded to Charlie as I quietly rubbed my hands over my small baby bump.

"Okay. I'm leaving for work in about half an hour, but yell out if you need anything before I go. And, call me if anything happens. I'll try to keep calling every few hours," Charlie said before going downstairs. Every loud step he took in his heavy boots made my head throb.

Great, just great! I had a feeling Charlie was just going to be another pain in my big world of problems.

I put my hand up on my head, trying to lessen the pain. Seeing that it wasn't working, I ran my hand through my hair. I felt a huge blob of vomit coating it. "Oh, perfect," I muttered under my breath.

I slowly tried to stand up, but then quickly gave up on the idea when I landed on my butt. My hands shook on the tiles, so I lifted them to my mouth. The soft rhythm of my breathing on my palms seemed to slow down the shake.

I sat on the cold black tiled bathroom floor for about thirty minutes. I was contemplating my few options. When I finally gained my strength, I slowly stood up.

I wobbled over to the shower and stripped myself of my clothes. Thinking was a lot easier in a hot shower. I took my time as I rubbed the strawberry scented shampoo back and forth through my slimy hair. I pressed the slippery bar of soap against my skin and rubbed small circles on my stomach. I remembered that Edward used to run his hands along my back and my stomach right before I went to sleep every night.

No! I will not think about him. "NO!" I yelled.

I suddenly started hyperventilating and I couldn't breathe. All of the feeling in my body left me and I felt my body hit the ground with a thud. That was it. I didn't feel anything after falling.

(6 hours later)

"Beep-Beep-Beep."

There was an incredibly annoying beeping in the back of my mind that sounded oddly familiar.

"Bella? BELLA, OH THANK GOD!" I heard the faint sound of Charlie's voice saying my name. I knew it! I could have recognized this place anywhere. I had practically grown up in the hospital.

I looked around the room some more. I was definitely in a hospital room. What was I doing here?

Then all of the memories came flooding back into my mind and hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked down and blushed a deep crimson. I was in a hospital gown and underwear, followed by a line of dark blue bruises trailing down my legs.

Charlie must have taken me here with no clothes on. How embarrassing!

"Charlie, why am I here?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Bella, I found you unconscious in the shower, I should be the one asking the questions," Charlie said.

He was starting to piss me off. I just wanted to be alone and he couldn't even give that to me. I began to feel tears start to form in my eyes. Why am I crying? This is so dumb! I kept telling myself that, hoping that the tears would go away. No such luck, though. I felt a hot tear slowly slip down my red cheek.

"Oh, Bella, don't cry I didn't mean to upset you." I knew he was trying to soothe me, but it was just making me more irritable. The last thing I remembered was thinking about him and then everything had turned blank. I wouldn't have dared to admit that to Charlie, though.

"Dad, I guess I just fell. You know how clumsy I am," I stated. All I wanted was to find some clothes and check out. I really don't see how this position could get any worse. I didn't want to tell him anything, so I would go to Pennsylvania and we would both be able to move on with our lives.

Just then, there was a quick knock on the door, and a doctor came in. He was wearing a pair of white scrubs. He was also tall with creamy colored hair. The doctor was also pretty cute, but he didn't even come close to Carlisle beauty.

"Hello, I'm doctor Orlando."

"Hi, I'm fine. So, if you would be so kind as to check me out of this room, that would be great," I said, almost to the top of my boiling point. I swear if anybody else told me to do something, I was going to hurt someone. I really hated hospitals.

"Wow! Slow down there. You were unconscious for six hours. I think you need a check up."

"Trust me I've had worse. Now let me go home." I tried to sit up, but Charlie lightly pushed me back down onto the hospital bed. He pointed to all of the wires that were hooked up to me, and I let out a loud "humph," and sat back down.

"As I'm sure YOU'RE well aware, you are pregnant. But don't worry. Both you and the baby are totally fine. The baby is 100% healthy," Orlando said.

Could this get ANY worse? I was about to scream, but then I remembered that Charlie must have heard what the doctor had said. Great. Now I have to deal with the wrath of Charlie. Maybe he will kick me out, or make me get an abortion right now. "BABY?" Charlie half screamed.

"Yes, this young lady is two months pregnant."

I saw Charlie turn a shade of red, then purple, and then back to his normal skin tone.

Wait. Did he just say two months? I was suddenly extremely happy. I wasn't two months! We had only made love once and it was about a month before the appointment I was currently at. There must be something wrong with me. Maybe I'm not pregnant. But, then again, I have all the symptoms of pregnancy. I was so confused.

"Excuse me? Did you say two months?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, I did. We did a few tests and it said that you are two months along in your pregnancy.

"Sorry, but that can't be right. I'm only two weeks along." I was definitely confused.

"Can we get back to the pregnant part?" Charlie turned to me. "YOU'RE PREGNANT!!!!! When were you planning on telling me this little bit of information?"

Yup. I was going to feel the wrath of my overprotective father, Charlie.

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