(Bree's POV)
When I walked out of the room, I felt happy and sad for Molly. I was sad that she was in so much pain, but I was happy that she wasn't pregnant. She was too young to be pregnant.

Jacob was sitting outside, biting one of his nails.

"Is she pregnant?" he mused, pulling me to him.

I shook my head. "No, but we need to go to the store. She needs stuff for her period, and I need some stuff for the baby. I need a couple prenatal vitamins, and I've been craving a cherry slurpee."
Jacob snorted and kissed the top of my head. "I love you, you silly little girl."

I kissed him. "I love you too."
"Good."

"Hey Jacob?" I mused.

"Hmm?"

"What if the baby isn't yours?"

He sighed and kissed the top of my forehead. "I don't know. I'll raise it; it doesn't matter whose baby it is."

I nodded. "Okay. Now can we go?"
Jacob smiled and nodded. "Yes sweetie."
It was nice to get out again. We went to the local grocery store, bought everything we needed, and then went to Seven Eleven so I could get my cherry slurpee. Jacob was so sweet to me. He even held my hand as we walked around. Even though I was still held against my will, it didn't really feel like it. I felt like my life was getting more normal by the day.

When we got back to the house, Embry, Sam, Quil, and Jared were sitting in the living room. I froze, not sure what to do. I remembered everything they did to me, and I didn't want it to happen again.

"Mating season is over," Jacob whispered in my ear. "They're not gonna hurt you."

I nodded as I took a gulp of my slurpee.

"So, what are we doing for dinner?" Jared asked as he got up.

"Pizza?" Sam suggested. "I don't feel like picking up food."

"Okay," Jared answered. "I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," Jacob snorted.

"Do you think Molly's okay?" I asked Jacob.

"She's sleeping with Paul," Embry called. "I wouldn't wake them up."
"Heard you're pregnant," Quil said as he got up.

I nodded slowly. Quil wrapped his arm around me. It was uncomfortable, but he held me there.
"Well, congratulations," Jared laughed.

"Did you really just congratulate me for being pregnant?" I asked, throwing Quil's arm off of my shoulder. "You guys brought me here to get me pregnant! Why on earth would you congratulate me?"
"Bree, calm down," Jacob whispered to me, kissing my cheek.

"Sorry," Jared said. "Didn't mean to upset you."

"Dr. Carlisle is coming tomorrow," Sam said. "He's going to be your doctor, Bree."
"Okay." I took another sip of my slurpee. "He can do that? I didn't know doctors still made house calls."

"Dr. Carlisle is a personal friend of ours," Jacob explained. "He's been helping us for years."

"Oh," I whispered. "Okay. I look forward to meeting him."
Jacob kissed my cheek and put my Sprite into the fridge.

"Let me order pizza." Sam picked up the phone. "Domino's. What does everyone want?"
Everyone looked at me.

"Um, cheese?" I asked.

"We'll get half cheese on one of them for you," Sam said. "Bread sticks? Chicken wings?"
"Of course," Jacob laughed. "Do you think we won't eat?"

"You guys eat so much," I said.

"It's part of being a werewolf," Embry said. "We eat a lot."

A pain shot up my stomach and my throat started burning. "I need a bathroom."
"Okay, sweetie."

Jacob led me down the hallway and into the bathroom. I threw up a couple times before I knew I was done. I coughed a couple times and then fell on my knees.

"I'm sorry," I breathed out huskily.

"It's okay," Jacob replied, running his fingers through my hair and down my back. "Everything will be okay. Do you want to go lay down?"

I nodded, letting myself fall back onto his chest. He picked me up with ease and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me down carefully and then climbed into the bed with me. It felt so good to have his warm, strong arms wrapped around me. I didn't know how I could deal with this pain. I wasn't even pregnant for more than a month, and I already couldn't take it. My body was stressed; I wasn't prepared to give up my childhood for a child. I didn't want one at all.

"It's okay, my love," Jacob whispered, running his fingers gently through my hair. "It'll be okay."
"I don't want this," I whimpered. "I don't want to be pregnant."

"Shh," he replied. "It'll be okay."
"No!" I cried. "No it's not!"
"If you stress yourself out it will be worse," he warned me. "Now just relax."
"No!" I screamed. "It's not okay! I want this baby out of me! I hate this!"

"Bree, stop it, now," Jacob said in a firm tone. "Or I will make you."

I started crying harder, my body shaking. I went back in time, thinking about everything that was done to me. I couldn't take it.

Jacob carried me into my room, put me on the bed and held me close. I didn't stop crying for about fifteen minutes. This was all too much, and it was putting enormous stress on my body. I didn't want this baby; I wasn't ready for it. I wasn't ready to be a mom.

Jacob sat there with me, wiping my tears away and holding me. It was obvious he did care, but he was also one of the men that brought me here. I loved him, but how could I love someone that kidnapped me?

"It'll be okay, Bree," Jacob whispered. "I promise. I'll help you with the baby; I'll do anything you need."

"I need to go home," I replied. "I want my mommy."

Jacob sighed. "I'm sorry, Bree, I can't do that for you."
"I'm going to sleep," I whispered. "Wake me when the pizza comes."
He kissed my forehead. "Okay, princess. I love you."
I sighed. "I love you too."

(Molly's POV)

After Bree left, Paul came in and cuddled with me. It felt awkward and stiff. I knew he was upset that I didn't get pregnant like Bree did.

Something hit me, though, about fifteen minutes into cuddling. I turned to the trash can and threw up, hard. Paul held my hair until I was done.

"Are you sick?" he asked, putting his hand to my head. "You don't feel warm."
"What if Bree was wrong?" I said.

He widened his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Well, sometimes women bleed a little before the egg gets fertilized. What if Bree was wrong?"
He looked excited. "We have a pregnancy test in the kitchen. I'll go get it."
In a hurry, he got the test and came back. I went to the bathroom to take it.

Five minutes later, I found out I was going to be a mother.