A/N: So, our young couple, when last we left, was dealing with Bella's commitment phobic thoughts. We have a little time jump here, just to give you an idea of what's been happening.

I would like to thank torisurfergirl and starpower31 for helping me get these later chapters much better than before. You girls totally rock!

Well, here you go…hope you enjoy!

Chapter 11 - Shock

"A story to me means a plot where there is some surprise. Because that is how life is—full of surprises."

Isaac Bashevis Singer

BPOV

JANUARY

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MARCH

Monday morning came quicker than I would have liked. Slowly, I got out of bed, feeling a little dizzy. Sitting on the edge, I waited for the dizziness to pass. Throughout the last couple of weeks, I had been feeling very ill. I was hoping that this flu would go away soon.

When the dizziness subsided, I got up from the bed gently, waiting to see if I was going to throw up—or pass out. Neither of which happened, so I continued to the bathroom to get ready for work.

Mondays were never great, but they have been absolutely horrible the last two months. Each weekend I would spend alone, moping around my apartment. Alice was quickly losing patience with me, constantly telling me to 'just call him already!' But, for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to do that. So, I desponded all weekend, shutting myself in: away from life in general.

So many times in the last two months, I had considered calling him. Of course, every morning when I woke up alone, I would get as far as selecting him on my contacts—I could just never get far enough to hit send and call him. I would sit and stare at his name on my phone, overthinking what I wanted to say. So, I always locked my phone, set it down and continued with my day.

Jasper continued to be relentless; he kept trying to convince me I had made a mistake by breaking up with him. To be honest, I couldn't understand why he cared so much. We never had a deep and meaningful relationship. Perhaps with Jasper, it was all about the chase—he wanted what he knew he couldn't have. I wasn't sure, but I didn't care. I was done with him, so let him try all he wanted; it wouldn't change my mind.

Alice was handling this situation with her usual quiet demeanor. She was always good at hiding her true feelings about every situation, but this case was a little different. Confiding in me that she missed Jasper, had completely shocked me, to say the least.

"I'm telling you, B, I never thought I would like someone like him," Alice whispered one Sunday morning. We were sitting on my patio, smoking, enjoying the cold weather of February. I turned to stare at her, feeling sure that shock was written all over my face. She grinned sheepishly before continuing, "He is so arrogant, but I keep replaying that night over and over and…it makes me warm all over. He made me feel things that I've never felt with other guys. He was arrogant, yes, but he was also kind and gentle."

Blush crept up Alice's cheeks as she was talking. I sat mesmerized by her. Having never seen her like this before, I was amazed. "Ali, if you feel like that, maybe you should try calling him. You can't walk away from something that strong."

Alice's eyes welled up with tears. "B, I understand that, but what if he doesn't want me? What if he is still pining away for you? You know how well I take rejection—and he already rejected me once."

Bless Alice for not pointing out the irony of the situation. I knew very well that what I said could have worked for my situation, just as much as hers. Swallowing my discomfort, I decided to point it out myself.

"No one can handle rejection, sweetie. I just want you to be happy, and if being with my pig-headed ex makes you happy, then you should call him." I sighed, catching her knowing eyes staring at me. "My situation is similar, yes, but different in that I caused this crap. Now I can't stop thinking about him. I want to apologize and move forward with him, but I caused this mess, and I really can't figure out a way to talk myself out of it. I let it go on for far too long."

Alice took a drag of her cigarette before responding, "B, you told me that he said he would wait for you. I have no such assurances from Jasper. I don't even know if he felt anything for me, or if it truly was only the alcohol."

I looked at her again, and sighed. "You're right, Ali. This is more complicated than we thought. What a pair we are!"

I was stepping out of the shower, when I felt the bile coming up my throat. Still wet, I rushed to empty my stomach. After a few minutes, I felt well enough to crawl away from the toilet and continue getting ready.

Almost an hour later, when I was leaving my apartment, I felt sick again. I rushed back inside, barely making it to the bathroom, throwing up the toast I had eaten earlier. I sat with my forehead resting on the cold, tile wall, feeling worse than I had earlier. I gave up and called in sick to work. I sat on the bathroom floor for a while, slipping in and out of sleep.

Finally, I was able to get up without feeling the world spinning beneath me. I took off my suit and slid into bed. I stared at the ceiling, wondering if I had brought on this flu by neglecting myself for so long. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten a full meal, or exercised, or not smoked a full pack a day.

Suddenly, I gasped, the realization of what was happening hitting me in the gut. I bit my lip as I grabbed my phone. The calendar app opened quickly, and I began counting the days.

Oh my God…this can't be happening!

APOV

Work was so miserable. But, for some reason, it was worse than normal today. Bella had called in sick, and since I had spent all weekend with her, I wondered if I had caught what she had. I was physically sick to my stomach, had a huge headache and was just all around cranky. I was trying to concentrate and get my work done, but it wasn't working out so well.

"Alice?" My boss, Rosalie, said tentatively. She had snuck up behind me again, just as I had put my head in my hands, hoping for the nausea to subside. "Are you feeling OK?"

I looked up at her perfect face and blonde hair, expecting to see a snide look on her face. All I saw was concern—which admittedly surprised me. "No, I don't feel so good. Actually, I might throw up."

Rosalie perched on the side of my desk and put her hand on mine. I pushed away from the desk, lifting my head up to look at her. She looked worried, as she put her hand up to my forehead.

"You're not hot, so I don't think you're running a fever…" Rosalie leaned a little closer. "In fact, you feel cold and clammy and look like you might faint. Seriously, are you OK?"

"I really don't feel well," I started. Emmett came up behind Rosalie, looking curiously at both of us. "Mr. McCarty, I'm almost done with your letters. I promise I'll get them done today."

"No, you won't," he said, leaning against the cube wall, still staring intently at me. "You look like hell, shorty." He smiled at me, forcing a smile out of me as well. He had always been so nice to me. "Rose, I think you should send her home."

I looked at Rosalie, bracing myself for her anger. She glanced up at Emmett, and then back at me. The look of concern on her face not having changed. "I think you're right, Emmett. She looks like she's going to pass out any second now."

I started to protest, but Emmett held up his hands, stopping me. "Alice, just listen to us. Please take the rest of the day off." He looked at Rosalie, who glanced from him to me, nodding.

Sighing in defeat, I locked my computer and picked up my purse. "OK, I know when I'm being ganged up on," I said, letting fake weariness creep in my voice. I winked at both of them. "I promise to sleep for the rest of the day. And hopefully, I'll be better tomorrow."

Rosalie and Emmett both told me to get some sleep, expressing that they hoped I felt better soon. Walking slowly to my car, I tried not to feel the earth rotate—it felt like it was spinning too fast.

On the way home, I decided to stop by the drug store to get some Pepto or something. I pulled into the Walgreens that was close to my apartment and got out of my car slowly. I walked around the store, trying to concentrate on each aisle so I could figure out where the Pepto was, when I ran into someone I wasn't expecting.

Turning the corner to the next aisle, I looked up into the same eyes I couldn't stop thinking about. Jasper stood just a few feet away from me, seemingly frozen in place, staring at me. I stared at him for a minute, before turning around and half ran the other direction. I thought that he was following me for a minute, but when I got to the feminine hygiene department, I turned around and he wasn't there.

Pretending to look around, just in case he was watching, I caught sight of something that made me stop for a second.

Sick to my stomach…

Dizzy…

No period for a couple months…

OH MY GOD!

I stood, staring at the pregnancy tests, frozen. This could explain everything that I've experienced lately. Knowing that Jasper was in the store made me very wary of grabbing the test now, so I walked around a little more. I spotted him paying for his purchase at the front, and I continued to watch him until he left the store. Then, as quickly as I could, I ran over to the pregnancy tests and grabbed a box. I paid and fled the store with as much dignity as I could manage.

I sat in my car for a minute before deciding to go over to Bella's. I could feel the depression coming on, and I knew that Bella could help. Even though she had been depressed herself lately, somehow I knew that she would help me. She had texted me this morning explaining that she had the flu and was staying home, so I drove as quickly as I could to her apartment.

A short time later, I pulled into Bella's complex. I walked as quickly as I could to her front door, taking a deep breath before knocking. There was a slight rustle from the inside, so I just waited patiently.

Bella answered the door shortly after my second knock. I was shocked when I saw her. She had obviously been crying, her hair was messed up and she was extremely pale.

"B?" I started, only to be cut off by Bella.

"Ali? I'm so glad you're here!" Bella cried, grabbing me and pulling me into her living room. She shut the door and turned to face me. "I might be pregnant!"

I stared at her for a second. Bella was pregnant, too? The flu… "Oh, B, the flu?"

"It's not the flu…I haven't had my period in at least a month or two."

"Edward?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

She nodded slightly.

"B, I'm late."

Bella looked at me, her eyes widening. "Jazz?"

I nodded in reply.

Bella motioned for the couch, and we both sat down facing each other. Before either of us could say another word, we heard a knock at the door. I looked at the door and then back to Bella. She shrugged and got up slowly, moving toward the door.

She wrapped her blanket around her body tighter before opening the door. I was not prepared for the sight of who was there.

"Edward," Bella whispered, before falling to the floor in a dead faint.

A/N: I know, I'm just horrid with the cliffhangers, aren't I? I hope you all forgive me, because the next couple chapters will be totally worth it! I hope to have Chapter 12 up in less than a week, if I get reviews!

See you all next week!