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BPOV March 2008-

When Liz offered to be with us when we told my parents, to hopefully soften the blow, I said no. This was something I needed to do on my own. Edward walked me home after the hour long talk and

promised to call me before bed. I walked into my house with what felt like a stormy rain cloud looming over my head, I resolved to just talk to my mom tonight. I found her upstairs, lying in the fetal position

on her bed.

"Mom, you okay?" I asked, trying not to startle her, luckily she was still awake.

"Yeah, baby just have cramps nothing I can't live through," she said with a giggle. My mother was the queen of dramatics when it came to any pain she had zero tolerance.

I lay down next to her, feeling an overwhelming sense of jealousy that she was the one with cramps.

Our positions should have been changed; my life would have been so much easier. We watched some game show together in silence, I needed to take the ripping off a band-aid

approach and just do it. Before any words came out tears streamed down my face and the loud sniffle didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Bella, what's wrong," Renee asked not taking her eyes off the television.

"Mom, I'm pregnant," I said quietly with tears already streaming down my face.

I waited for some kind of reaction but there was none. I finally looked over to her and wasn't met with the same sad, supportive but disappointed look of Mrs. Masen.

"Mom?"

"Isabella?" she said in an unusually firm voice.

"I'm pregnant," I said again. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, right now, it seemed as though she didn't hear me or just didn't care.

"I heard you, we will take care of it," she said and quickly turned back to the television.

I was stunned where was the, I love you but am so angry with you speech? Her no reaction felt worse than an outburst.

"I was hoping you could help me tell dad," I tired taking our non-conversation in a different direction.

"We won't be telling your father, he would be so angry at you, so hurt and embarrassed."

Right then I knew what she meant by 'we will take care of it'. Once I told her that we wouldn't be taking care of anything there certainly would be some screaming.

"I'm not taking care of it," I whispered, hoping my sad little voice would be enough to hold off a serious freak out but I was wrong. She immediately jumped up, glaring a hateful

stare at me. With her finger pointed at me as she yelled that, no one was going to disgrace our familie's name and reputation by becoming a sad statistic.

I choose to ignore the rant because there was nothing that could be said to change my mind. I didn't have my head up my ass, as she said, I knew that this wouldn't be easy, it

would be a constant struggle but that's what we, Edward and I were going to do.

She laughed at me, said I was too young to have a baby, too naïve if I believed that Edward would stick around. I cried, she screamed more; I stormed out slamming her door

behind me as she yelled that 'mature adults don't slam doors.' I screamed back that I had seen her do that exact same thing weeks ago as she fought with Charlie about

redecorating the kitchen.

I cried myself to sleep, ignored Edward's call and wished that I could take back the last few hours.

I couldn't though, this was my life and I needed to face it.

I showered the next morning, trying to at least look human for school. I poured a bowl of cereal but two bites in realized that it wouldn't settle well and threw it down the drain.

"Morning," Charlie said turning on the coffee pot as I put in a slice of bread in the toaster. Hopefully toast wouldn't have me running for the bathroom.

I tried to gage Charlie's mood, he seemed to be his quiet self, I wondered what my mom told him. I lightly buttered my toast and sat in my usual seat. I could hear Renee moving

around upstairs and hoped I would be out the door before she came down.

Charlie sat down across from me and in an instant, I was running for the bathroom. Coffee definitely didn't agree with me.

Once my stomach was empty and my teeth were brushed again, I walked back into the kitchen to see both Renee and Charlie sitting at the table, both staring at me. I tried to fake a

smile and hoped they both ignored the retching sounds that were just coming out of me. I wasn't so lucky.

"Bells, you okay?" Charlie asked looking concerned.

I wasn't sure how to say it and after Renee's reaction, I wasn't sure just blurting it out was the way to go.

"She's fine just pregnant, right sweetie?" She had such a phony smile on as she stood up and walked towards me. For a second I thought she was going to yell like last night but

instead she cheerfully said "and she's keeping it" as she rubbed my belly before walking back upstairs.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the kitchen, both Charlie and I shocked and at a complete loss for words. She said it so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world, to

be sixteen and pregnant. And then I realized that he didn't already know, that my mother just announced I was pregnant and walked out of the room. I looked up and saw the

disappointment in his eyes, in his slight frown.

"Bells?" he said uncharacteristically low voice, looking at his cup of coffee instead of me.

"I'm so sorry dad," I whispered with tears falling faster than I could wipe them away.

Without another word Charlie dropped his coffee into the sink, walked pasted me and out the door.

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