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"This is a bloody outrage! Totally barbaric!" Alice chucked down the magazine and breathed forcefully through her nose like an angry bull.

"Al', you're turning British again."

"I don't care! Whoever thinks they can spread rumours about our Bell and get away with it has got another thing coming."

The magazine was staring up at me; the article was advertised with a picture of Edward and a pair of pink baby booties photo-shopped to sit around his neck. Tears welled up, parts of that night swept through my mind, especially things that were said – he said he trusted me, well, that trust was demolished the second he… finished the job. "How did the news get around so quickly? I only found out myself last week."

Rosalie sipped slowly on her large glass of red wine, "all you need is for one person to find out, for them to seek down a magazine who would pay a shit load of money, and then there's nothing stopping the forest fire from blazing."

Alice looked at me apologetically, but I brushed it off with a shrug of my shoulders. She's said how sorry she was for shouting out my news, but I'm over that now. Someone was going to find out sooner or later, you can't keep something as big as this a secret for too long. It was only a matter of time.

Talking about Alice, she jumped up in her seat, flapping her hands about and looking like a baby bird trying to take flight. "Oh, I almost forget to mention that we have to book you in for an appointment with an OB/GYN."

"Really? Oh, God." I don't like the dentist, 'cause he sticks unknown equipment in my mouth. There is no way I'm going to like someone who sticks unknown equipment in my private garden!

"Yes, yes, Bell. You need to have an appointment so they can check your pregnancy, and other medical talk I haven't paid any attention to. They help discuss birth plans as well. See? It's very important that you go along."

"Um, Alice, I don't know if I'm going to carry on with it or not. I won't be discussing a birth plan until I know for certain that there will actually be a birth."

She looked horrified. "What do you mean? You want to have an abortion?"

"What I want to do is whatever is best. I'm not ready to become a mother, I can't get in contact with Edward to help share custody, and I'm not in a solid relationship like I had wanted to be. I bet Jasper doesn't like this 'child out of wedlock' malarkey."

"Don't you mean 'child out of Whitlock'." Rose and I high-fived each other, sniggering at Rosalie's excellent play on words. Alice only glared.

"Har-har, like I haven't heard that one before – actually, I haven't… shut up. And who cares what Jasper thinks? He's not going to have God send you to jail, just because you slept with someone, he'll still love you just as much as now."

"Even so, I'm not discussing anything final until I've made up my mind."

0-0

Eww, everything is so… clean…and there are plastic lady bits on the wall. No joke, I was gazing around, waiting on the torturer to come along, and I found myself staring at a giant plastic vagina! Then there's a chart which shows a foetus during the stages of pregnancy going from some deformed tadpole to a living, screaming, shitting baby that's then popped from your innocence. My front bottom made a little whine and strangling sound – I'm sure it looks worse than it actually is.

When the OB/GYN walked through, I was thankful to see that it wasn't the nurse who set me up with the contraceptive in the first place – ha, lady, it looks like your little pills didn't work. No, this is a middle-aged male, with grey hair forming in his fringe and sideburns, who wore a white lab coat like some fucking mad professor in a horror movie, and blue latex gloves. He stared at my gown-clad body with a soothing smile.

"Isabella, my name is Dr. Fisher, nice to meet you." He took my shaking hand in a supposedly kind gesture, but it didn't do jack shit to my nerves. I wouldn't say it was nice to meet a strange man, who's instruments copied that of Sweeney Todd and wanted to delve fifty leagues under the sea. "Is this your first pregnancy I take it?"

"Er yes. I'm still deciding, um, whether to, um, keep the… the-the baby or not, but I was told to make an appointment anyway."

"Yeah, whether you go for an abortion or not, it's always best just to get checked out before hand." He had me put my feet up on some stirrups, lie back and relax. Relax? Is he shitting me? How am I going to relax when I have my coochie practically waving in his face!

"This is going to be cold and a little uncomfortable, but it won't be for long."

Bella's Coochie: No. No way. The only thing I'm allowing through these doors has to be attached to a man and rhymes with 'lock'. That lubricated dildo thing is a no-no!

Oh Jesus-Mary-Mother-of-God. (Sorry Jasper) but I have never felt anything so strange and alien like in that part of my body before – and I slept with Mike Newton – burn!

The screen to my right flicked on. I was staring at something black and white, quite blurry in places and speckled in others. In the centre there was a clear black hole – Dr. Fisher explained to me that that hole is my womb and the tiny speck at the bottom of that hole was the foetus.

"Oh, my God, that's…"

I was speechless; I hadn't witnessed something so fascinating before.

"Isabella, that's your baby."

0-0

*Sniff* So cute. But, come on, who laughed at the 'wedlock – don't you mean Whitlock' line? I did. I still am. High five.