I had tweleve missed calls from my mom, which means that theres tweleve angry voicemails along with them. But at this moment, I didn't care. Jacob was back in my life

and that was one battle that I had myseteriously won. There were so many things I needed to ask him. So many things to tell him.

We went to this little restaruant. It seemed so familar to me, though I couldn't quite put my finger on why. We were directed to a table in a corner, the quieter side

of the place, as I could tell. I hesitated on to why where the start the conversation. Clearly, I needed to tell him I could be pregnant, and yes, with his child. Our child,

I shall say. I would tell him, but I could feel the loss of time, the awkwardness of being in his presence.

It felt like that first day all over again. I sighed.

He exhaled. "So, I'm more than sure that you're curious as to how I transferred to your school. Well, honestly, I didn't know it was your school. Shortly after I arrived home

my parents told me we were moving, they didn't say where to, but that we were because my dad's job was tranferred to a town near here. I actually thought that by moving

we may never find each other again. But, like I told you at camp, if fate wants it to happen, then happen it shall ". He smiled. That knock dead, goregous smile. I missed it.

I missed the way it made me feel short of breath, my heart racing, the electricity surging through me. I wanted his touch. He looked at me closely. "So, how about you?".

I thought on the statement for a moment. Where to even start? Not much had happen. Yes, yes, the pregnancy, but I didn't know if I should tell him now though. We

finally had just met back up after a long month of seperation. Uncertainty of the possibility of even seeing each other again. Was this really the appropriate time? But

was there ever an appropriate time? I could feel his hand rest on mine, caressing it in a comforting way. "It's alright. I understand", he spoke.

I didn't want to just sit in silence, but being in his presence said more than words could. He was here now. My Jacob was back with me. Everyday, I'd see him and know

that he wouldn't be going anywhere. But part of me would always fear he would. I was mad at myself for being such a pessimist.

I looked him in the eyes. His dark brown eyes. I took a deep breath. "No. I don't think you do understand". He looked confused, but how else would he look? He didn't know

how it felt when I first suspected I was pregnant, how I thought I may never see him again or how I'd have to go through this alone. Honestly, I don't know if he should feel

that kind of pain. No one should feel the pain of loneliness. I took a deep breath. "Jacob, I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant".

Well, there goes perfect timing.

He looked like he didn't know what to say, his face looked jumbled in expressions. "Wait,huh? Are you sure? How did it...happen?", he asked me the very typical questions.

I almost wanted to laugh, but it wasn't an appropriate time to do so.

"Well, I'm almost two months late, vomiting every morning, so yes, I'm pretty sure. As for how it happened, well we did have sex. I don't remember if you used any

protection or not, a fault on my part", every word I said seemed to have a defensive edge to it. It wasn't a purpose thing, but when I get upset, I get defensive.

He started to chuckle. "I'm sorry, that was a dumb question to ask. I wouldn't doubt you if you said you were pregnant. But have you been to the doctors...?"

I shook my head. "No, I haven't even told my mom yet, because I wanted to take a test. You know, to be for sure before I make an appointment". Jacob smiled and

held my hands in his.

"Well, no matter what, we're together now and thats the way its going to stay. I will not stray from your side ever again", he kissed my forehead.

I couldn't help but smile. At least I knew I had one person by my side through this, if it does happen to be the case. "Thank you. Thats all I wanted to hear".


We pulled up into my drive way. It was now 7 p.m. and I knew once I walked through that door all hell would break lose. I had twenty-three missed calls from my mom

and the same in voicemails. I didn't want her to be worried, that was the last thing I wanted to do. Especially after my dad leaving and all...

Jacob broke the silence. "Maybe I should walk you up to the door. It is the gentle- men thing to do-" I cut him off. "No, I don't think thats a great idea tonight. She's going

to be pissed off at me and its not fair to have you hear that", I leaned closer to him to kiss him.

His lips met mine. Strong, yet gentle. A movement so insync, that it was hard to tell whose lips were whose. It was just like the first kiss on the beach...

We broke apart at the same time and I could see him smile. "Thats on the list of things I missed". I smiled back and whispered, "Same".

I leaned away opened the door and for a moment thought about how it felt to be away from him, but he was here now and that wouldn't happen again. He swore upon it,

and so did I.

I opened the car door and moved slowly to the path that led to the front door. I feared opening that door. But now wasn't the time to be a coward, I needed to be strong.

For all I knew, I was going to be a mother shortly after graduation. I couldn't be afraid of anything or anyone anymore. It was time to either sink or swim. I was going to tell

my mom...

I sat on the couch, Charley sat next to me and mom decided to stand. Not a good sign.

"You know Renesmee Carlie, when you didn't come out to the car after school or answer my calls, I thought something horrible had happened to you! I was a nervous

wreck! I know you'll be eightteen in a few weeks, but that doesn't give you a free pass to run off with friends and not tell me anything about it. I'm still your mother and

you're still my child, like it or not", she looked as if she was about cry, shaking her head from side to side. "Don't do it again. Because if you do...I don't think I could handle

it", with that she started to walk off.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and the words just came pouring out. "Mom, I think I'm pregnant". She turned around, her face furious, shocked, everything I suppose.

I couldn't take back telling her, it had to be done anyway.

She looked at me. "Is this some joke, Renesmee? Because I don't find it funny".

I could feel the first tears start to make their way down my cheek. Mom just stood there, staring down at me, waiting for my answer. Honestly, what would I say? Of

course being pregnant is no joke, I'm not that ridiculous.

"Well, Ness, we need to talk about this. I have to know somethings," she took a deep breath, closing her eyes while she did so. Just like I do, I see where I get it from.

Charley's hand rested on my arm in a comforting manner. Unlike mom, she had her suspicions. My sister was too keen for her own good.

I sighed. "What do you want to know?".

Mom took a seat on my other side on the couch. Even if I wanted to try and get up, there was no way I could. She looked at me. "For starters, who's the father? Is it-",

I cut her off, "Jacob, yes". She looked slightly confused, trying to remember. "The guy from the camp...?", I nodded.

All along, she probably knew it would be some tragic love story.

Mom put her head in her hands, as she mumbled the words,"Are you even going to see him again?". Charley giggled, it wasn't the time or place for any type of laughter,

and mom shot her a warning glance. She stopped herself and looked at our mom.

"Mom, he goes to our school, now".

She looked surprised, then a grin came upon her face. "So, you think that now everything is going to be all happy and work out fine? That he'll always love you? Is that

what you think Ness? Because you couldn't be more wrong", mom stood up, placing herself right in front of me. "This will not turn out to be some happy dream. Teenage

pregnancy is not some fairytale dream, where you'll ride off into the sunset", she took small gasps of air, her eyes red with tears starting to arise. She fell to her knees,

took my hands in hers. "Please, Renesmee, listen to me. Don't have your head up in the clouds. I did, once upon a time, and look where I am now? Two great daughters

and a husband who left with no warning. This is not what you want", her voice broke off from her crying. I wanted to cry with her, but I couldn't. I felt somewhat betrayed.

She honestly believed that Jacob would leave like dad did.

Jacob wasn't dad, he was better.

I couldn't think of anything to say to her, so I got up from the couch, broke free from my mom and Charley, and went into my room where I wrapped myself in my blankets

and cried myself to sleep. Like I had for the last and a half. And I thought would finally change.

My eyes opened around 9 a.m., and for five minutes I hesitated as to go downstairs or not. I thought about calling Jacob, being I had his new number. But it wouldn't be

fair to him to have him around the chaos occuring at my house - even thought most of it started because of me confessing of my pregnancy, which I didn't do by myself.

I sighed in fustration.

The faint sound of footsteps coming from down the hall kept getting louder. I prayed it wasn't my mom, only because I didn't need her lectures right now, I needed her

help. The whole argument last night only made me that much more confused. I only knew one thing at this point, I was definitely unsure about anything anymore.

A knock on my door interupted my thought. Instinctively, I pulled the covers back over my head. I listened as the door creaked slowly open and the footsteps approched

my bed. I could feel the spot next to me sink as someone sat down. They let out a heavy sigh. It was definitely my mother. She tugged back my blankets and shook her

head. "What are we going to do, Renesmee?", her voice sounded stressed.

I squeezed my eyes tighter and shook my own head to her question. "Mom, its not what we're going to do, its what I'm going to do", I sat up and looked at her.

"No, Ness, we're in this together. But if you insist, then what are you going to do?", she questioned me, I could tell she barely slept, the dark circles under her eyes were visible. She yawned.

"I'm keeping it. I'm keeping our baby".