AN: I had been thinking of doing this outtake, but thought I would deal with it later, but I read a guest review. He or she claimed an addiction to Worth More Than A Bad Reputation and happiness for discovering a sequel. It made me so euphoric I just had to write it now. For you my fans, I always want to give my best. And to Guest I hope this answers your question.

I know this is really early (I just updated yesterday) and I said I was busy, but this is how much I love you guys.

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Outtake—Jacob tells his Mom

Jacob came home from another day at school without Bella. He hadn't seen her or spoken to her since she said she was pregnant. He didn't know what to do. Bella was everything to him and now things had been taken to the next level—she was going to have his baby. He knew he needed to put her at ease, for her to know he will be for there for her. The only way to do that was to marry her. But he had no money, no way of requesting her hand properly. Even if he had he couldn't help Bella alone. He had no idea how to take care of a baby so he needed to involve someone who did. He made the decision—he needed to talk to his mother.

Sarah Black walked in from a long day of testing high school students. She carried all the students' finals to mark tonight in her shoulder bag.

"Mom?" he spoke shyly.

"Oh honey, could you help me put these things down? I need to start dinner. Your dad put in a request for fried chicken and he is going to be disappointed if it isn't ready when he gets home."

"Um yeah." He grasped her bag off her shoulder and set it on the kitchen table. She went to wash her hands and started retrieving the spices from the spice rack.

"Mom, I need to talk to you about something important."

"Sure honey. Could you get the chicken from the fridge? I put it in there to defrost this morning."

'Yeah."

She bent down to the lower cabinets to get the right pan for frying. She set it down on the stove. "Oil, flour, chicken, my secret combination of spices, what am I forgetting?" she mumbled to herself.

"Mom, this is really important. Could you pay attention?"

"Yes honey, sorry." She turned to him. "What is it?"

"You might want to sit down."

Her face changed to have a rosy pink tinge to her tanned skin. "Oh please don't tell me what I think you are going to tell me. How could you! You were doing so well. I thought you got all that rebellious stuff out of your system. You have a nice girlfriend and your grades are wonderful. Come on Jacob." She just kept ranting. "How could get expelled AGAIN?"

He tried to calm her. "Mom, Mom. I didn't get expelled."

"Oh." She took a deep breath. "Well what is it?"

"Sit. Okay, well. You know Bella and I have been going out for most of the school year. And I love her very much and you like her too." His voice sounded shaky. He didn't know how to state what he needed without her biting his head off.

"Sure. She's sweet and very smart. I'm certain there isn't any better a girl around."

"I'm glad you feel that way, because I want to marry her."

Sarah stood up. "Marry her. What, now? Of course not now, you're only seventeen. You still have one more year of high school. You're talking about after you graduate, right?"

"Sit," he directed again. "Um, well the thing is . . . she's pregnant."

His mother jumped up again. "What! Jacob Black, how could you do such an irresponsible thing?"

"I know, I know." His head dropped in shame. "I messed up, but like I said I want to marry her."

"That's not going to make everything better. You may have ruined both your lives—"

"Mom! I don't need a lecture, I need help," he interrupted. "I'm not too dumb to realize we can't do this on our own."

"I've always taught you abstinence is the only one hundred percent."

"Are you done?"

"One more. I'm very, very disappointed in you. Now I'm done."

He ran his hand through his hair messing up his volcano-arranged spikes. "Thank you."

"How far along is she?"

"She just found out. She's been puking her guts out all week."

"Okay so possibly still in her first or early second month, so she'll last more than half the school year. She'll just have to worry about finals and there is a big enough gap between the birth and finals for her to recover and make up study-wise. You think you could count on her mom for help?"

"Her mom . . . I forgot. Her mom is pregnant too. Probably further along, she'll be home with her baby. I'm sure she could help Bella during the day. And I could help after school."

"Looks like I'll be homeschooling again this year."

"Bella would make an excellent student," he said fondly.

"So did you. Now the whole marriage thing, I think you should hold off on that. This situation is stressful enough. We don't need to add a wedding to the mix."

"Could I give her your ring?"

"I thought we just said—"

"Yeah, but I want her to know that we will eventually. I want her to know that even when I'm not around, I'll still be around. I notice when Dad's away you glance at it. You told me once it made you feel like he was right there. I want Bella to feel that way."

She took a deep sigh. She didn't want to part with her ring, but she could tell this meant a lot to her son. They went upstairs to her jewelry box and pulled out her engagement ring. She only wore it on special occasions.

She teared a little as she handed the ring to her boy. "I'm not sure if Bella will recognize it from Aunt Emmie's wedding, but if she does, just tell her it is a family tradition to propose with your mom's ring." She sniffed. "I'm sure she would appreciate that."

"Thanks Mom." He gave her a hug.

"At least I know I'll have really smart grandchildren. Unless they take after you," she joked.

*0*

The next morning he decided to propose to her. She had gone to the doctor the previous day and he wanted to know how she was feeling.

He rode his motorcycle to her house and pulled up to the curb just as she exited her home.

"I was just coming to see you," he claimed.

"Really?" she uttered sourly. He could tell she was upset at him. He hadn't meant to take this long to see her. He hoped the ring would put her in better spirits.

"You're looking better. What did the doctor say?"

"He said I wasn't pregnant, but you already knew that," she stated.

He was confused. "What?" She wasn't pregnant?

"Emmett must've told you from Rosalie about the antibiotics."

He realized she had the wrong idea. She thought he was here not because he missed her, but because she wasn't pregnant. He tried to explain. "I didn't speak to anyone. I was anxious. I should've gone with you yesterday. I just . . . panicked."

"Bullshit! You wanted nothing to do with me. You left me. When I needed you most, you left me," she yelled.

He was at a loss for words. Here he was coming to propose and she was thinking the worst of him. "I . . . I . . ."

"Go away Volcano. I don't ever want to see you again." She stormed off before he could stop her. He held onto the ring in his pocket. He needed to fix this. She mistook his intentions completely. He went to school to take his final, but tried to contact her via text several times. Asking her to talk, she never responded. Eventually summer vacation started and Renee told Jacob Bella went off to England with her dad.

AN: So how did you guys like this outtake?