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Hey readers, here's the next chapter. I hope that you guys enjoy it. Now that she's pregnant she's got to tell a few people. I wonder who she tells first?

Chapter 25 What Would You Do?

Bella POV

Hours later I was still busy thinking about the baby and what I was going to do when there was a quiet knock on my door.

"Come in." I answered.

Phil opened the door and looked down at me with concerned grey eyes. "Hey Bella, you okay?"

I nodded, though I was troubled by his expression and tone. "I'm fine. Feeling much better."

He glanced behind him as is checking to see if anyone was coming and then came inside, shutting the door behind him. Then he sat at the desk chair. None of this was normal Phil behavior. "Whats up?" I asked carefully.

He tilted his head to one side and then handed me a piece of paper. I looked at it and froze. It was the instructions from the pregnancy test. I looked up at him with big eyes.

"Care to explain?" He asked gently.

Tears filled my eyes with embarressment. This was not how I had planned on telling him, especially not before I wrapped my head around this surprise pregnancy. "You didn't tell mom yet right?"

He shook his head, looking at me with pity. "No, but I think you need to. And the sooner the better."

I nodded slowly. He was right of course. I needed to tell her and it wasn't fair to ask him to keep such a big secret from her. "I'll tell her right now."

"Good decision." He helped me up from the bed and then smiled. "It'll be okay. She'll freak and then be totally excited."

I looked at him skeptically. "Yeah, it's the freaking out part I'm worried about."

"Don't worry about it Bells. She's gonna love to be a grandma, though I personally think that I'm a little young to be a grandpa."

I slapped him playfully. "Well you'll just have to deal with it Pops."

He laughed loudly at his new title as we climbed downstairs.

I walked in to the kitchen where my mom was cooking dinner, or rather heating it up because otherwise it was bound to taste like garbage. I boosted myself up on to the counter and waited until she stopped for a moment. Phil had thankfully gone to sit in the living room so I could tell her privately. I stared at the back of her head wondering how in the world I was supposed to do this. How did I tell my mom that her only unmarried nineteen year old daughter was pregnant?

"What's up Bella? You feeling any better." Mom asked finally, not even bothering to turn around.

I decided to just tell her fast, you know like ripping a bandaid off. "I'm pregnant." I said quickly.

She stopped stirring whatever was in the pot, her whole body stiff with tension. "What?"

"I'm pregnant." I said even quieter. "I took a test this morning and it was positive."

She rounded on me, her blue green eyes meeting mine. "What?" She asked again, obviously in shock.

I bit my lip nervously. "Well, I was on the pill, and I was really good about taking it, but obviously it wasn't enough and I don't know how it happened but I'm pregant and I'm scared and I don't know what to do now." I spoke so quickly I wasn't sure she even heard me.

Her eyes were wide and tears filled them, making me feel even more guilty for this. She was silent for a long time. "I... I didn't even know you and Jacob were sleeping together."

I blushed brilliantly. "Well, it's not Jacob's."

Her eyes grew even more if that was possible. "Then who's?"

"Another guy from the reservation." I answered as traitorous tears ran down my cheeks. "After I broke up with Jake I was real upset and he was having problems with his girl, and it just sort of happened."

And suddenly my mom was there and she was hugging me and promising everything would be fine. She held me while I cried, just like she had when I was little and though I knew that I had disapointed her, I also knew that she loved me no matter what.

When I was all cried out she leaned back and looked me in the eyes. "Have you told your dad yet?" She asked.

I grimaced. "No. I just found out this morning. And I don't want to tell him until I've gone to the doctor and know for sure."

She nodded. "Well then let's eat dinner and then find you an OB/Gyn to go to." She smiled and kissed my cheek. "Everything will be okay Bella, no matter what you decide."

"Mom, I'm keeping this baby." I said it with as much convictionas I could muster. "Even if the dad doesn't want anything to do with me, I'm keeping the baby."

She smiled. "I know Bella. I know you well enough to know you would want to keep it and raise it." Suddenly she squeeled excited. "Oh my God. I'm going to be a Grandma. Phil. Phil come in here. I'm going to be a Grandma."

Phil strolled in looking convincingly shocked at the news. "So what's that make me?"

"A grandpa." She answered. "Oh, I'm not sure I want to be called Grandma. I mean I'm only forty. Maybe the baby can call me Nana and you Papa, or Pops or something." She hugged him tightly as he winked conspiratorially over at me.

"Congrats Bella. When do I get to meet the lucky guy who knocked you up?" He joked.

I glared at him. "I'm gonna get you all kinds of shirts that say Grandpa just for that."

He laughed loudly. "That's fine. I'll make those shirts look great. I'm gonna make being a Grandpa hot."

My mom went back to stirring and all was quiet for a short moment. "Well, tell me about the father."

I stayed silent for a moment, not really sure what to respond. I still wasn't sure what to do when it came to Sam. I knew he would be a great father, but would he want to be a father to this child? Would he see this child as a burden, a stain on his relationship with Emily? Would he treat our child the same way he would treat his kids with his imprint? Because if he didn't truly want our child, or if he didn't love our child as much as any future children he may have, I wouldn't want him to have anything to do with the baby. I never wanted our child to feel unwanted or second best.

"His name is Sam." I answered finally. "He's 23 and he owns a construction company that works around Forks and La Push and Port Angeles."

"Thats a lucrative job." Phil added in as he plated up his food. "At least he will be able to support the baby."

I worried my lip in my mouth. "Yeah, financially he's sound, but I'm not positive how... emotionally available he would be."

My mom looked worried at that statement as I added a small amount of food to my own plate. The stress of today had made my stomach turn in knots and I wasn't sure how hungry I really was. "Why wouldn't he be emoitonally there?"

I blushed brilliantly, the guilt blooming brightly in my chest. I had slept with a married man, and my selfish lack of morals embarressed me greatly. I didn't want to tell my mom what a hussy I was, but also didn't want to lie. "Sam was separated from his wife when we got together."

They both stopped eating, their forks frozen half way to my mouth. "Married?" She asked in a strangled voice.

I swallowed uncomfortably, but nodded. "Yeah. They broke up around the same time Jake and I did and a month later we got together. I know how bad it sounds, but we were both so broken and it was like we finally found someone to trust and rely on again." I looked up at my mother and found her looking sadly at me. "I didn't mean to fall in love with him, and then his wife came back." Tears filled my eyes as the pain in my chest renewed. I missed Sam. I missed my friend and lover.

Mom just hugged me again. "Hey, it's okay. Your broken heart will heal, and even if he doesn't want the baby WE do. We will support you in whatever you decide and we'll give that baby the best life we possibly can okay?"

"Thanks mom." I whispered. I met her light eyes, soaking in the comfort she gave so freely. "If you were me, would you tell him about the baby?"

She remained silent for a moment as she thought it over. "Honestly, yes I would tell him. In my opinion, unless he had done something unforgiveable he deserves to at least know he's going to be a father. He may not choose to be a part of his child's life, but at least he has the option if he wants to."

As terrfifying as it was to even think of telling Sam about the baby, I knew she was right. Sam was a good man and he deserved the truth. What he did with that truth was up to him. This child would be the cause of some tension in the pack, and I could only hope that our adult problems would be solved before he or she came in to the world.

She patted my back. "I had you young and you are still the best thing that ever happenned to me."

"Hey, what about me?" Phil joked, trying to lighten the somber mood.

"You're cute, but my Bella is a smart, kind, beautiufl girl, whose about to make me a grandma."

He squeezed my hand. "I guess you got me there Bells. I can't ever make her a grandma."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Yes, my fertility is my trump card."

Mom hasped. "You know what? I bet this baby is going to be absolutely gorgeous. Those Quileute boys are awfully handsome and you are gorgeous, so this baby is gonna bound to be a supermodel."

Mom spent the rest of dinner talking about how pretty the child would be while Phil wondered if he would be the youngest grandpa around. I tried to eat, but my stomach was gurgling more and more. I was unbelieveably releived that she wasn't angry or sad about the baby. One parent down, one more to go.

At the very idea of telling Charlie about the baby my stomach churned violently and I sped my way to the restroom just in time to lose my dinner. Morning sickness. Blah!