The morning sunlight drifted in through the window. I sat on a small couch in my bedroom, legs folded under me, reading Bram Stoker's Dracula for the thousandth time. Alice gave it to me a month ago when Seth and I had gotten back from our amazing honeymoon in Paris. Funny, I couldn't help but laugh at all the preposterous things that book said about vampires, but at the same time, I could never put it down.

Well, I usually couldn't put it down anyway. At that moment, I put it to the side and pulled a large photo album onto my lap. I flipped through the pictures from our wedding day and slowed down when I reached the honeymoon pictures. I smiled down at the first one—Seth and I caught off guard in front of a lit up fountain at night by a passing photographer.

"Our first night in Paris together," I whispered, standing up from my seat at the edge of the fountain and twirling around, enjoying the fresh air. "It's so beautiful."

"Beautiful?" Seth said in utter disbelief. "I wouldn't use that word with you here in comparison."

The fountain behind us shot up water as I reached up to caress Seth's face.

"You haven't a clue how much I love you," I said.

"I bet I could guess." He smiled and leaned down, closing the distance between our lips. Just as he kissed me, a camera flashed.

My first thought was, Well, crap, Esme followed us to Paris! But when I turned to see who had clicked the camera, I saw a professional looking man, pulling a photo out of his camera.

"Brilliant!" he declared, but looked startled when he saw I'd caught him.

"Excuse me, Mademoiselle, but I'm a magazine photographer and, you see, I have to take pictures for an article…" I held up my hand and shook my head politely to stop him.

"That's all right, Sir," I said. "We completely understand." I gestured to the photograph in his hand. "May we see the picture?"

"Oh, by all means, Mademoiselle," he said. He handed me the photo and I squinted to get a better look at it.

"Oh, it certainly is nice," I said. "I'm sure that will do just fine for your article. But, I was wondering, do you mind, perhaps, making us a copy?"

"Why, of course, Mademoiselle. I'll have it to you first thing in the morning," he said. He fumbled around in his bag for a pen and paper where Seth wrote down the hotel we were staying at, the room number, and our names.

"You can send it there," Seth said warmly. "Have a nice evening."

"Thank you, Messieur," he said. He tipped his hat toward me. "Good evening." Then, he walked away.

"Well," I laughed, "that was interesting, to say the least."

Seth chuckled. "Oh, you do have a way with people, Jasmine." He put his arms around my waist. "Now, where were we?" He leaned down again and planted a warm, kind, wonderful kiss on my lips and I let myself drown in our love.

I sighed. "Such a nice evening," I whispered to myself. I was all alone in the house—the Cullens were out hunting, Nessie and Jacob were spending some time with Charlie, Seth and Leah were at Sue's place (it was the anniversary of Harry's death), and Bella, who'd hunted earlier this week, was out on an errand for me. I'd been feeling unusually nauseous the past few mornings and I couldn't stand up without feeling a bit dizzy. I closed the photo album when I heard the front door slam closed.

"I got the ginger ale for your stomach," Bella said, walking into my room and dropping a brown bag next to me.

"Thanks, Belles," I said, rubbing my stomach and pulling the contents out of the bag.

"I brought you a cup," she said, handing a glass to me. I poured the ginger ale into it and drank it slowly.

"I can't wait till that starts kicking in," I murmured.

"I have been noticing that you've been a bit pale for a few mornings now." Bella touched her hand to my forehead. "You don't feel like you have a fever."

"I bet it's all the weight I've been gaining," I suggested. "I have gained about six pounds since I got home. How crazy is that?"

"You have been eating like a pig lately," Bella teased.

"Thanks, Bella," I said, rolling my eyes. "That's so nice to hear."

"Any time." She smiled. "Looking at your pictures?" She picked up the photo album I'd just closed. I drank another gulp of ginger ale.

"Uh-huh," I said. She opened it to the page I'd just been on and scanned it quickly.

"Oh, that one's pretty," she said, pointing to the one of Seth and me in front of the Eiffel Tower. "Let me guess, another photographer?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes! They're everywhere in that blasted city! If I didn't know any better, I'd think Esme hired them to chase me around with a camera since she couldn't."

Bella smirked and quickly tried to hide it.

"No she did not," I said. "No she did not!"

"Well…" Bella shrugged.

"I can't believe she did!" I screamed, standing up abruptly. "Whoa," I said as Bella stood up to try and steady me. "Bad idea."

"Jasmine, you should really see a doctor," Bella said. "I could drive you down at normal speed to the hospital."

"Oh, that would be a complete waste of time," I said. "Carlisle and the others will be getting home soon. I can have him take a look at me."

"If you say so," Bella sang, looking doubtful. "For now, though, I think you should sit down and try not to stand up so quickly. It's obviously not doing anything good for you."

"Ugh, deal," I muttered, sitting down slowly again.

"Well, hey, how about some lunch, huh?" Bella asked. "Maybe that discomfort is from lack of food. When was the last time you ate some decent food?"

"Um… Yesterday?"

"And what time is it?"

"All right, I see your point." I pushed myself slowly up off the couch and—with Bella's help—made it downstairs without falling over and knocking myself unconscious. Bella sat me down on the couch in front of the television and I fanned myself with my hand, trying to get rid of my dizziness.

"God, I hope I don't have the freaking flu." I rested my chin in my hands. "I hate the flu."

"How does some soup sound?" Bella asked. Her tone was motherly and it made me more at ease somehow.

"Sounds nice, Bella," I said. "Thanks for this."

"No problem," she said. "I'd do anything for my family." And with that, she scurried off into the kitchen.

I picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels, trying to find something to watch. Something in my stomach seemed to prick me from the inside, and I rubbed my stomach softly.

"Ugh, why are you doing this to me?" I asked aloud, looking down at my stomach. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Talking to yourself again?" Bella asked, laughing, as she carried a tray with a bowl of soup over to me. She set it down on the coffee table in front of me.

"What do you think?" I joked, spooning some of the soup into my mouth.

"Let's hope that makes you feel better," she said. Bella came around and sat down next to me and kept flipping through the channels.

"I really hope Carlisle gets home soon," Bella said. "You're starting to look even paler than before." She put one hand on my shoulder and pulled me back gently.

"Jasmine?" she asked cautiously. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Not really," I muttered. Bile rose in my throat and Bella—in less than a second—got a trashcan and put it in front of me. I threw up.

"You're kidding me," I muttered. "You've got to be kidding me. I don't want to be sick! I hate being sick," I moaned. Bella rubbed soothing circles on my back.

"Maybe I should call Carlisle," she said. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind coming home earlier than the others."

"I think I'm agreeing with you this time," I said. "I'd hate to cut his trip short, but, really…"

I hadn't finished my sentence before Bella had her cell phone to her ear.

"Carlisle." She breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm really sorry, but we need you to come home. It's Jasmine, she's really sick and I haven't a clue what to do! She's been feeling so dizzy she can barely stand up, she just threw up, and she's pale as… well… she's pale as me!"

I looked at my hand and quickly compared it to Bella's. Ah, hell, she was right. Half a shade lighter and I'd be vampire pale.

"You're coming home? Oh, thank goodness. All right, I'll make sure she doesn't." Bella paused, her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped to the floor. "Jasmine might be what?! Oh, dear God, don't tell Jasper. Carlisle, I know what I'm talking about. Don't tell him! Don't tell anyone! And, please, oh please do not tell Rosalie! All right, Carlisle, thank you. Wait, is Edward around? No, I don't want you to tell him!" A sigh. "Yes, I know. Keep this from everyone, well, except for Esme. I know how hard… Yes, all right, Carlisle. I'll put a shield around you all as soon as you come close. See you then." She snapped her phone closed.

"I might be what, Bella?" I asked warily.

"Nothing," she said. "Nothing at all."

"I might be dying?" I asked.

"Oh, oh, God no!" she screamed. "Relax. Carlisle might be wrong. He has to see you first to determine if you are or not."

"If I'm what, dammit?!" I yelled.

"I can't tell you," she said.

"Bella, this concerns my health. I have a right to know."

Bella bit her lip and looked around nervously. She stayed like that for a bit, just fidgeting and trying not to meet my eyes.

"Isabella Marie Cullen," I said steadily, "I have a right to know."

"I don't want to freak you out," she whispered.

"Bella, c'mon, it's me, remember? Nothing freaks me out anymore." I smiled sheepishly.

"Jasmine," Bella started slowly. When she didn't continue, I sighed.

"Yes?" I pressed.

"Is there…?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you…?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Did you…?"

"For goodness sake, Bella, spit it out!" I sighed in exasperation.

Bella's head snapped up.

"Carlisle's here," she said. "So is Esme."

I didn't have time to ask more questions. I was distracted by something I saw, something from Bella. Out of her mind, a bolt of energy seemed to fan out. It covered me, and it covered the two familiar approaching figures in the woods. Within seconds, Carlisle and Esme stood in the room.

"Sorry it took us so long," Carlisle said. "I had to stop by the pharmacy to get it."

"Get what?!" I asked. I was ignored.

"Bella, did she tell you if it was even possible?" Esme asked. "We don't want to waste time."

"I couldn't get it out of my mouth in time," Bella admitted sheepishly. "I was sort of in shock."

Carlisle was unzipping a medical bag and pulling several things out, searching for something he couldn't find. I was focusing too much on trying to keep myself from passing out—I mean, come on, I'd just thrown up everything I'd eaten within the past year and then some—to really notice what was going on around me, what no one else in the Cullen family could know yet.

"Have you found it yet, Carlisle?" Esme asked.

"I must have dropped it," he grunted. "No matter, I'll just run to the store and get another one. I'll be right back. Jasmine, I need you to drink water. Bella, please, go and get her a blanket, she feels cold, even to me. Try not to stand if you feel dizzy, all right?"

I nodded weakly as Carlisle hurried out the door. Bella returned seconds later with a blanket that she draped over me.

"I don't see why everyone's freaking out," I said. "It's just the stomach flu."

"Jasmine, it might be a lot more than just stomach flu," Esme said.

When the realization hit me, it hit me hard. My eyes flew open and my jaw dropped.

"I think I finally get it," I said blankly. I stared at the wall in front of me, barely moving.

"Is it possible, Jasmine?" Bella asked. "You can tell us."

I couldn't stop my blush from coming.

"Well, she's starting to get some color in her face." Esme laughed.

"Jasmine, please, tell me. Is it possible that you're…?"

"No!" I screamed as a first response. "Or… well… um… okay, yeah, pretty much."

"So, you…?"

I nodded.

Bella squealed an Alice squeal. "So you could be?!"

"Well, I guess I could be," I admitted.

"Oh, Jasmine, that's wonderful!" Esme said. Her happy voice didn't fool me—I saw the worry in her eyes.

"Esme, what's wrong?" I dared to ask. She looked away from me.

"Esme," I said again, "what's wrong?"

"It's just…" she trailed off. "You don't know about Paul's mom, do you?"

"What?" I asked.

"Um, Jasmine," Bella said. "The reason we were making such a big deal out of this is because… well… Seth is a werewolf. Paul's mother… she—she died giving birth to him."

I shook my head. "I'm not sure I understand."

"Paul had the werewolf genes before his birth," Bella explained. "So he was growing faster than a normal baby. By her nine month mark, Paul's mother, Lena, was ridiculously huge. Paul made it out safely, but Lena didn't."

"But that only happened once!" I blurted. "Who says it could happen to me?"

"Oh, Jasmine, we don't want to frighten you," Esme said. "But, well… the rest of the mothers—aside from the abnormal stomach size—had a normal pregnancy. Their symptoms weren't as bad as Lena's were. Lena… when her body was first adjusting to the fact that she was pregnant, she was extremely dizzy for hours at a time. She threw up more than she should have and her Quileute skin was extremely pale from all the energy she was losing."

I froze. Those symptoms—I had those symptoms.

"Esme, don't forget Sue," Bella interceded. "Sue had those symptoms while she was carrying Leah, then later with Seth. Sue was fine."

"Yes, but Sue was—and still is—an abnormally strong woman, an abnormally strong woman that could handle abnormally strong pregnancy," Esme argued.

"Jasmine is strong," Bella stated in my defense. "How many times has she gotten attacked by one of our kind and lived without so much as a concussion? She's been stabbed, she's been almost drained, and she's dealt with situations that should've given her a heart attack — that would've given me a heart attack if I were still human. I'm pretty sure she can tough it out."

"Wait a second!" I called over their bickering. "We don't even know if I'm actually…"

"We'll know soon." Carlisle closed the door behind him and handed me a bag. "The directions are on the box," he said.

I took the bag from him with a shaking hand. "All right," I said.

"Can you make it upstairs without fainting?" Bella asked.

"Of course not," I said. "I'm gonna use the one down here."

I stood up and walked as quickly as my body allowed to the bathroom. My hand was still shaking as I opened the door. I set the bag on the counter, closed the door, and sank to the floor.

I wasn't sure if I could do this. Yes, I was scared—terrified, actually. But, like Bella said, I was strong. I could tough it out. Besides, if… if I was pregnant—it was such a relief to think the word to myself—then this was mine and Seth's child. The thought alone made me feel better. A slight smile spread across my face. I stood up carefully; grabbing hold of the counter should I need support. Surprisingly, I didn't feel dizzy as I dumped the bag's contents onto the counter. The pain in my stomach had lightened and the only thing left was the bile threatening to rise from my throat again. I rinsed my mouth to try and get it to go away—sadly, it didn't.

Stop stalling, I thought to myself. Yes, I knew I was stalling. I always stalled. My hands were still shaking as I opened the box in my hands.

Just count to ten, I thought, it'll be over then.

I counted slowly, thinking about days that were far beyond me. Days when I could possibly cradle a newborn child in my arms—my child—and know that I would never leave him or her behind. I imagined the pretty face of a little girl looking up at me, asking me to brush her hair, or maybe it would be the face of a little boy, running to his father with an oversized baseball mitt in his hands, asking to play. I ignored the thought of telling Alice and Jasper for now—I had enough going on to frighten me already.

I washed and dried my hands before walking over to see my response. I picked it up in my hands, and before I knew it, I was walking out the bathroom door and into the living room, where Bella, Esme, and Carlisle were waiting expectantly.

In a soft, shocked voice, I said, "I'm pregnant."

Author's Note: Um… all I can say is that I'm really glad I can use some creative license for this. Yay for the non-human pregnancy that doesn't make my job more difficult than it already is!!! Review, por favor ;D