So, I was watching 16 and Pregnant with one of my nieces when this little story popped into my head. It's my first story so be easy on me but make sure to tell me what you think. :D You'll notice that all the girls are from Washington, I know that's not how it is in the show but I made it that way for a reason. You'll learn why in a couple chapters. :) So, without further ado, Read on.

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight and whoever made the show 16 and Pregnant owns that.

Also, this starts at week 34. I'm following one of the episodes and that's where it started so I was like okay...

Rosalie

July

34 weeks pregnant

When I found out I was pregnant, the first thing that I thought was 'Oh, shit'. At that time, Jake and I had only been dating for about three months and though I loved him, I still wasn't sure if we would work out.

But I wasn't terrified about telling him.

Oh, no.

I was scared to tell my mom.

So I hid it, for as long as possible. Eventually, my stomach start to pop out and my mom figured it out. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. She was very pissed at me, and at Jake but she blamed me the most because in her eyes, hell in everyone's eyes, Jake was this perfect Angel and I was the one corrupting him.

"I just couldn't believe you waited so long to tell me," My mother, Jane, said with a shake of her head. "I knew it too...I just didn't confront you about it."

"How long did you know?" I asked, frowning.

"At least for two months," she said.

"How?"

"I heard you throwing up twice," she grimaced.

"And that was enough to convince you that I was pregnant? What if I was just sick?" I asked.

"I was pregnant once, Rosalie," she said.

Duh.

"But still..." I said as I responded to a text from my friend, Claire. "If you knew, why didn't you take me to the doctor or buy me a test?"

"I wanted you to come to me," she said. "In the long run, I know I should've done something sooner and I'm sorry."

I shrugged, her apology wasn't exactly necessary.

"When I finally came out and said it, how did you feel?"

"Disappointed, shocked," she sighed. "I knew for so long but I just hoped I was wrong...I didn't want you to repeat my mistakes."

"So, I'm a mistake?"

She glared at me, "You know you're not. I just meant that I didn't want to watch you go through what I did. Do you think it's easy to be a teen mother?"

"No, mom, I'm not stupid," I said, aggravated.

"Being a single mother is even harder," she added.

I tuned out after that.

She knew I hated when she brought up the fact that I was in this alone.

Everyone thought Jake was perfect, yeah well he wasn't. As soon as I told him I was pregnant, he hit the road. Seriously, he moved eight hours away from me. Mom thinks it just coincidence that his parents chose to move to California but I know different.

He's a pussy and so he took the easy way out and left. If he really wanted to stay, he could've. He's eighteen. We could've gotten a place together or he could've stayed here, my mom would've let him.

But he ran.

Asshole.

Now, I had to raise our child alone.

I had no father present in my life, so I knew how much it hurts to not have that someone there for you. Now, my baby will have to go through the same and that wasn't okay with me.

"Are you listening?" Mom asked.

"No," I said, honestly.

"Of course not." she sighed.

"You know I don't like it when you bring up...that," I spat.

"Knock off the attitude, Rosalie."

I rolled my eyes.

"This is serious," Mom continued.

"Yeah, well it's not like you can change anything now," I said, grabbed my bag of chips.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Anywhere but here." I threw over my shoulder as I stomped to my bedroom.

I get annoyed easily when talking to my mom, and I also lose my temper a lot. She just brings up things that are unnecessary. Like, every time a friend comes over, she asks how they feel about my pregnancy.

Come on mom, get over it.

"What do you girls think?" Mom asked as I sat in the front room with my best friends, Tanya and Claire.

I hid my glare by looking down at my phone.

"How do you feel about Rosalie being pregnant?"

"It's shocking," Tanya admitted.

"Yeah," Claire said. "But what can we do?"

"Don't you think she's a little young?"

I knew where this conversation was leading. See, my mom wants me to give it up for adoption because she doesn't think I'm responsible enough to care for another being.

But it's my baby, my choice, and I've decided to keep it.

Even without Jacob's help.

"Mom, stop," I said.

"Well," she asked, expectantly, ignoring me completely.

Tanya shrugged, "If she's old enough to have sex, she's old enough to take care of a baby."

I nodded in agreement and my mom left the room.

"Sorry, guys," I said, sighing. "Now you see why I like going to your houses."

Tanya nodded.

"Have you talked to Jake recently?" Claire wondered, suddenly.

"Yeah, last week," I grumbled. "He's still ignoring this situation...as if it'll go away. Did you know he hasn't told his parents?"

"Seriously?" Tanya asked in shock.

"Yup," I laughed, humorlessly. "What an asshole. Everyone thinks he's this God but he's just a dick like the rest of the guys."

"Agreed."

"Did you tell him you were having a boy?" Tanya asked.

"No, he doesn't deserve to know," I said. "He wants to know, he can come around."

I found out I was having a boy a while ago and I thought about telling Jake but he didn't deserve it. After all, he wasn't a father, just a sperm donor.

It was hard picking a name for my baby boy but eventually I settled with Grayson.

My mom actually liked the name too, big shocker.

Spending time with my friends was great but when they decided to go out that night, I stayed in. One drawback of being pregnant was that I was always tired by like nine o'clock. I honestly thought I'd spend my summer break out with my friends getting into trouble and partying until the early hours of the morning but nope, instead, I'm sleeping.

Boring, huh?

Being pregnant didn't stop me from going out all the time though. I sucked it up like a trooper and went out the following night. My mom didn't like that though but oh well.

"Food first, then party," I said. "I'm starving..."

"You're always starving," Tanya laughed, punching me in the arm.

"Hey, don't do that," I pouted, rubbing my arm. "You can't hit a pregnant lady."

"You can if that pregnant lady is you."

"Dude, Rosalie could lay you on your ass even when you're pregnant," Vera laughed.

"Damn straight." I giggled.

I was badass, always.

Tanya complied and bought me some McDonalds for a late night snack. I was happy and sat in the back seat squished between Henry and Claire while I ate my food.

The party we were going to was in Seattle. Tanya's cousin, Irina, was throwing this big bash for her boyfriend's birthday.

Irina has the best parties. Ironically enough, my baby boy was conceived at one of them. It was the one time Jake let me drag him to a party. How did I not know, I'd end up pregnant?

The party was in full swing when we arrived.

We barely found a parking space close enough to Irina's house.

My friends pretty much ditched me when we stepped inside the house. No doubt going in search of the booze. I couldn't drink, for obvious reasons, so I told them to get me a coke before heading into the living room.

"Rose, look at you," Irina laughed. "You're huge."

"Thanks," I grumbled.

"Aw, relax, you look good," she said, rubbing my stomach. "You'll probably be lucky and lose the baby weight in no time."

"I hope so," I said.

"If you need anything, just wave me down," she said. "My boo is here." She fixed her top before sauntering over toward some dude with dreadlocks.

As I sat down on the already crowded couch, I finally saw the stares I was getting. I rolled my eyes at them but kept my mouth shut. They act like they've never seen a pregnant girl before.

"I was ordered to bring you this drink," I looked up and my eyes widened.

A very cute guy with big muscles, curly black hair, and dark blue eyes was staring down at me as he held a can of coke in my direction.

"Thanks," I said, taking the drink.

"No problem."

"I'm Rosalie," I said.

"Emmett," he shook my hand.

He was really cute.

I wonder if he's single.

Probably not.

As if on cue, some short brunette stopped at his side and intertwined their fingers.

"Thanks again," I said, depressed.

"Yeah, no problem."

Emmett took off with the brunette.

I gave myself some time to rest before I joined my friends on the makeshift dance floor in the dining room. I loved dancing and being pregnant definitely wasn't going to stop me.

No matter how bad my feet hurt.

When the party finally ended, or rather when I was too tired to carry on, at about one in the morning, I drove my drunk ass friends home. Vera was the last one to drop off so I ended up just staying the rest of the morning at her place, sleeping on her couch.

When I got home that afternoon, my mom was less than pleased.

"Rosalie Lillian Hale, where the hell were you?"

"I told you I was going out," I said, dumping my heels into my closet.

"But you didn't say where, or with who, or for how long."

"Get off my back," I snapped. "I can go out if I chose too. You don't need to know every fucking detail."

"This is going to stop," she fumed.

"Why?"

"You're pregnant," she yelled. "You will not be going out whenever you want with a baby at home."

"I won't," I snapped. "I'll take care of him, don't worry."

"All I can do is worry," she huffed. "You don't give me any sign that you're ready for this."

"I am, trust me," I said. "I'm just getting some last minute partying in."

"Are you drinking?"

"What? No!"

"Doing drugs?" she demanded. "If I find out you're doing anything while pregnant, I'll..."

"Shut the fuck up," I snapped. "I'm not doing shit so calm the fuck down."

I grabbed the keys to my car and stormed passed her.

"Where do you think you're going, Rosalie?"

"Back to Vera's," I said, pulling on my ugg boots. "Is that okay?" I asked, sarcastically.

I didn't wait for her answer, I just left.

My mom was infuriating, always getting on what little nerves I had left.

Just because I go out now, doesn't mean I'm going to do it when Grayson comes. I will be a good mother.

When I got back to Vera's house, her mom was gone so I just used the key hidden under the rock to let myself in. Vera herself was up in the kitchen making herself some breakfast and got startled when she heard me stomp my way in.

"Damn, what's up?" she asked.

"My mom." I growled out.

"Uh oh, what happened?"

"She's a bitch," I groaned. "She thinks she has the right to know every single thing that goes on in my life."

"Well, she is your mother."

"But she doesn't need to know everything. Do you tell your mom everything?" I asked, knowing full well that she didn't.

"No."

"See..."

"Believe it or not, Rose, she has your best interest at heart," Vera said. "Mothers worry, you'll understand soon enough."

"I won't be all up in Grayson's business when he's a teen, I know how that feels."

"And you don't think you're mom doesn't?" Vera retorted. "You know how your grandma is. You're mom had it ten times worse..."

I grimaced, she was right about that.

My grandmother was a real pain but I loved her. I am thankful that my mother raised my though. Although, my grandmother isn't. She thinks she would've done a better job and that I wouldn't be pregnant now had my mom given guardianship over to her.

My grandma asked me to sign over guardianship of Grayson when he's born but there is no way in hell I'm doing that.

"Still..." I sighed. "She needs to relax. She actually thinks I'll drink or smoke pot while pregnant..."

"Have you?" Vera asked.

"No!"

"Geez, I was just asking."

"I know the complications," I said. "However, that doesn't mean I haven't thought about it...I won't though, for Grayson."

"I think this is the longest you've gone without smoking, I'm proud."

"Yay," I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Are you going to smoke again when he's out?" she asked as I stole a piece of bacon off her plate.

"I'm going to try not to."

"What about drinking?"

"A drink every now and again isn't bad," I shrugged. "What I can't wait for is being able to dance for longer than an hour."

"We're so going out after you give birth...well, a few weeks later so that the goods have time to heal."

"Definitely," I nodded.

I hung out with Vera until I calmed down and I knew my mom was out of the house. After that, I returned home to shower and sleep some more.

Unfortunately, my mother's current boyfriend, Demetri or something like that, was home.

He thought that just because he was doing my mom, he could boss me around.

Yeah, I don't think so.

I mean, he can be a pretty cool guy at times but I don't like taking orders from him. It'd be another thing if he marr...Nah, it probably wouldn't.

"Glad to see you've made it home."

"Mhm,"

"Where did you go last night?"

"A party," I said, opening up the fridge.

"You're mother and I were worried sick."

"Mkay, and?" I questioned, grabbing some juice.

"Just call next time," he sighed. "What if something happened? We just wanted to know you were alright."

"I left my phone in the car," I said. "Next time, I'll keep it on me and send you a text, okay?"

"That's all we ask."

I nodded and made my way into my bedroom.

It was a mess as always. I briefly entertained the idea of cleaning it but decided against it. I already had one room to set up, Grayson's nursery, in the next couple of weeks and that's plenty.

The first thing I did after finding a set of clean clothes was shower and then I took a nap.

By the time I woke up, my mom was home but she didn't bother nagging me when I stumbled out into the kitchen.

"What's for dinner?" I asked with a yawn.

"Steak," she replied.

"Cool," I climbed onto the barstool and waited for the food to be done.

"When do you plan to clean the nursery up?" she asked. "I'm off tomorrow..."

"We can do it then," I said. "It'll be nice to have help."

She nodded, "Oh, I picked up some cute wall decorations. You want to see them?"

"Sure."

Mom ran to get the decorations and then returned to cooking while I looked through them.

"Aw, they're cute." The wall stickers were different jungle animals and then there was a whole sheet of blue letters so that we could spell his name out on the wall.

"Do you have plans tonight?" Mom asked, nonchalantly.

I narrowed my eyes, "I don't know...probably not."

"Oh," she seemed pleased. "Maybe we could watch a movie."

"No thanks," I said.

Her shoulders slumped

"Rose, just watch a movie with us," Demetri said. "It would mean a lot to your mother," he mouthed.

I sighed, "Fine, Fine."

"We'll have a family night," Mom said, happily. "Why don't you go pick out the movie while I finished up dinner?"

"Sure."

I slipped out of the chair and went to go find a movie to watch, something that would put me to sleep before we were fifteen minutes into it.

Spending time with my mom wasn't one of my favorite things to do. Almost ninety nine percent of the time, we end up fighting so the less time we spend together, the better.

Dinner was a quiet affair and the movie that followed was as well. I didn't say much and managed to keep my temper. Maybe that was because I put on a movie that has mom's attention every time, or maybe it was because I fell asleep three minutes into the film. Who knows...

When I woke up in the morning, I was somehow in my bed. I bet in was Demetri. He was the only one in this house that had a chance of lifting me now that I was the size of a house.

My mom was up and Demetri was nowhere to be found when I finally made it into the kitchen.

"Morning, sunshine..."

"Morning, mom," I yawned. "How'd I get in my bed?"

"Dem," she said with a smile.

"Cool."

"He cares about you, ya know..."

"So?"

She sighed.

"Sorry," I muttered. "But, I'm not gonna get all buddy buddy with the guy when I don't know how long he's going to be around."

"I really like him," mom whispered.

"Well, if he's around longer than six months, I'll consider being his friend."

"At least you plan to try," she sighed.

"Maybe."

I said, pulling my hair up into a ponytail.

I grimaced as I saw my brown roots shining through.

The first thing I'm doing after Grayson is born is dyeing my hair blonde again. Unlike my mom, I inherited my father's hair color. An ugly mousy brown so I normally dye my hair blonde every couple of months.

I hope Grayson gets blonde hair, that'd be cute, but with Jake and I both having naturally brown hair, I doubt it.

"So, do you want to get started on the nursery?" Mom asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I shrugged.

The one guest bedroom we had was turned into Grayson's nursery. Right now, or rather before we started, it was filled with boxes but after we finished, all that sat in that room was the crib from my baby days and a changing table.

Then, I was in charge of moving all the baby clothes and diapers from my closet into the nursery. Mom helped a little but she was obsessed with getting the decorations on the wall to look good so for the most part I flew solo.

I have to admit, the room looked cute when all was said and done.

I couldn't wait to bring my little guy home so that he could see this place.

I told you there is always one mother on 16 and pregnant who isn't exactly the best mother... Rosalie is the bad girl...I based her off Jenelle. I watched Amber's episode but didn't want Rosalie to be that bad, like hitting the baby daddy bad, so I tamed her down a bit...Next chapter will be up next Saturday. :D

I have another story up. It's called Breaking Twilight. It's about a band (Edward, Bella, Emmett, Jasper, and Jake are in it). At first I wanted to do something just about living life as a celebrity but then as I started writing out their backstory (How they met) it became to long to do in flashbacks so I wrote them out as short chapters (Each chapter is 1500 words or more, sometimes less but it never gets under a thousand). It's all prewritten so you won't have to wait for updates.

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