Over the next several weeks, Edward avoided her and flirted with other girls in the hallway. She assumed that he just wanted to make her jealous.

"Ok Edward, get all these girls out of your system, but you're mine when the baby gets here." She held her stomach smiling at him.

"Listen Bella, we have to talk. I'm not ready to be a father, why don't you get an abortion or give it up for adoption."

"You don't want it?" She didn't seem to understand why a 17-year-old boy did not want to be the father of her child.

"Not really." With that, Bella ran off awkwardly crying to her truck.

She drove to the only place where she could feel safe, at La Push reservation. She arrived at Billy's house and knocked on the door.

"Hey Bella." He greeted her.

"I need to see Jacob." She cried.

"Actually he's sick."

"I don't care I need to see him," she shoved her way past the man in the wheelchair and charged into Jacob's room who was on the bed fast asleep. She sobbed loudly and he woke.

"Bella, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Edward doesn't want me. I thought maybe I'd come over here and you could comfort me." She sat on his bed sobbing into his chest.

"Um.. Alright," for about a minute he held her as she sobbed. "He's an idiot. Maybe you should go out with someone else."

She kissed his cheek and batted her eyes, having caught her next fish.

Over the next month, she spent all her time with Jacob, flirting and building a motorcycle together. One day they went out to ride. His hands glided over hers as he caught her to use the throttle and more importantly the break. She wasn't listening to a word he said. Her mind was only on Edward. She rode out into the bleak highway when suddenly she saw Edward there; only he was transparent, telling her not to live life so dangerously. In an attempt to capture the ghostlike vision of her own desires, she drove to him and in effect tripped and hit her head on a rock. At that moment, she began to cry.

"Hey! Weren't you paying attention? I said clutch when you want to break." Jacob yelled running over to her.

"I'm sorry." She looked at him, "you're beautiful." She watched him as he tore off his shirt to give to her. His abs were a caramel brown, fully formed with a six-pack flexing on its own.

"Beautiful? You mean like gay? Guys are handsome and girls are beautiful, Bella. I think you hit your head harder than you thought." He laughed and handed her the shirt to wipe the blood off with.

"Jacob, I saw him." She smiled wide.

"Saw who?"

"Edward, he was there and I went toward him, then I fell."

He looked at her first with confusion then frightened by her wild hallucinations, fearing she might be crazy, then acceptance. "Bella, he dumped you. He didn't want you. Get over it."

"NO!" She practically screamed. "He does want me and our baby."

"You're pregnant? Then why the hell did you want to ride the damn motorcycle? It could kill the both of you."

"Because I miss him." She sobbed. He rolled his eyes and sat beside her wrapping an arm around her comfortably.

"Are you sure you're pregnant?" He asked, his voice soft and husky.

"I think so. I mean I never got my period." His face filled with disgust, wanting something other than to hear about feminine issues. "Come to think of it, I never got my period before because of Mr. finger." She held up her index finger indicating that she was bulimic.

She rose to her feet and squealed and started to run. Run where? Jacob wondered. She was running to Edward. She didn't care that he dumped her or cheated on her, or didn't want their child. He was different and a vampire and that made him the love of her life.