A/N: Wow! You guys are reviewing like crazy! I love it!
Anyway, since so many of you seem to be enjoying this, I've been working hard to post as much as possible. I'm terribly sorry for those of you who are disappointed with the short chapters. Its the best I can do.
I've been getting some questions about whether or not Jacob imprinted on Bella. I originally began to write this before I read Eclipse, so I did not know about imprinting. So to answer your questions, imprinting does not exist in my story so therefore Jacob did not imprint on Bella.
Chapter IX—Consequences
Bella's POV:
"He's still here," Jacob said as he entered the room later that night. "I can smell him."
Jacob's clothes were torn and sweaty, and his shoes nowhere to be seen. He smelled of the forest, I noted, as he climbed into bed. There was no doubt that he had morphed in his state of anger. I felt terrible.
"Jacob—" I tried, but he abruptly turned on his side and scooted as far away from me as possible.
I was hurt, even though I knew I deserved it. Silent tears trickled down my cheeks. I could not remember a night when I had not fallen asleep in Jacob's arms.
As the night wore on, I began to feel pains in my stomach. I ignored them though, for the pain in my heart was much worse. Sleep did not claim me until early morning, when the sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon. I slept fitfully and awoke around nine, with the other side of the bed empty. Jacob was gone.
I did not want to get up. I was content to lie on the bed and waste away, if it meant not facing my dilemma. But I knew I at least needed to try.
I got out of bed and scooped up Jacob's torn clothes from the night before. Tears stung my eyes. Why was this happening to me?
I mentally made a list of household chores that needed to be done. That would keep my mind occupied for a time.
I started with the laundry. A huge basket of dirty clothes awaited me by the washer. Jacob was as messy as a child and I hated to think what the laundry would be like after the baby came along. The baby. It seemed to make this situation even worse. I quickly began my next chore, dusting, before I lost control. When I had finished, I tackled the bathrooms next.
As I did each chore, the pain in my stomach grew considerably worse. I didn't mind though, for it was a distraction to the ache in my heart. And being so distraught, it did not occur to me that the pain could mean anything.
It wasn't until I was in the kitchen, deciding what I could make Jacob for dinner, that I realized something was wrong. As I began to rummage around the refrigerator, I felt a liquid suddenly seep between my thighs. I was confused at first, and it took me a moment to realize that my water was breaking. But why now? The baby was not due for a few more weeks. Before I could panic, a sharp pain shot agonizingly through my body and I passed out.
A/N: A little cliffhanger...I'll try to update ASAP :)