I woke to the incessant sounds of mom texting. Granted she was on the floor beneath me and at least three rooms over but I could still hear the pounding of her fingers across the number pad like she was sending a frantic SOS in my ear. I found her sitting on a lounge in nothing but sweats.

"Hey Emileah."She said without looking up at me. "Have a good sleep?"

"Nope and your phone punching made it worse." She didn't respond. It was how our mornings always went. Usually if she was in a good mood she'd put up more of a fight but it was obvious whoever was on the other end of her texting frenzy was being granted more attention than myself. I took the time to study her. From my calculations she had to be pregnant three or four weeks but she was already showing as if she were a few months.

"Were you that big when you were pregnant with me?" She finally looked up at me with this look that was a cross between anger and hurt.

Please don't tell me the hormones are kicking in already.

"I developed three times faster than a normal pregnancy when I was carrying you."

"So is the wolf-vamp baby doing the same thing?" She let her thoughts slip but all I caught was the number two.

"Maybe," she readjusted herself in the seat. "Carlisle thinks the baby will develop between 4 and 6 months. He can't tell exactly because the child seems to be creating a hard amniotic sac around itself, not quite as strong as Nessie's but-"

"Why'd you do it?" It had been bugging me. Everyone else had asked her the same question but she usually ignored them and changed the subject. I was her daughter, I deserved an answer.

"Why shouldn't I?" Didn't mean she was going to give me one. She returned to her texting. I didn't leave the room immediately and she noticed. "Are you bored or something?"

"Who are you texting?" She rolled her eyes knowing that I was only answering her question with a question to return the favor.

"Rosalie. By the way she said you can have the cycle the next time you come to Alaska, whatever that means."

"Like have have?"

"Yeah I guess." Sweet. That was a pretty smooth ride. Even when I forced Leo to ride on the back it was like gliding.

"Emileah, I'm not riding behind you!" Leo argued as they stood in the driveway.

"Why? Because you're the guy?"

"Yes and you're sapping away my masculinity by making me ride back!" You see at this point I only smirked because I knew I was going to win this argument. Why? Because one, I had better reflexes than the still human Leo and two he was freezing and discomfort usually led to concession on his part.

"Well if you want to be held responsible for potentially killing us because you didn't see the black ice on the road then by all means." I dangled the keys in front of his face.

"Shut up and drive!"

Too bad that cowardly wolf ran off, otherwise I'd promptly remind him of that night he was acting like such a freaking girl. He'd probably just storm off feeling embarrassed and go complain to his boyfriend Hunter.

"Have you heard from da-Tre?" Mom put the phone away ad looked at me.

And I mean really looked at me.

Great she was going to try and have a heart to heart.

"I told you that you would be the first to know when I heard something from him but the last thing I heard was about a week ago." I nodded and started to get up. Maybe she'd let me leave before she continued. "Emileah." I stopped, it was practically a command. "He's still you father."

"Yeah, but not by choice." I moved to leave again then stopped. "Then again, I guess the same could be said for you Leah." She slipped again, let a thought pass through that she didn't want me to see but it was just a flicker and I couldn't make it out before that wall was back in place. She got up suddenly, well as sudden as a pregnant woman could and walked over to a nightstand. She pulled open the drawer and retrieved a black notebook from inside it. She tossed it to me which I caught with ease. "What's this?"

"You seem bored or troubled as Solomon says. I told him you were feeling withdrawn."

"Solomon's an ER doc. He's no shrink."

"He took a lot of psych classes in school, it was his minor. Anyway he said journaling may help you."

"Now you think I need help?"

"I think you need an outlet." She walked to stand in front of me. We were the same height so she didn't have to strain to look me in the eye. "Besides when I fell into my depression, journaling helped me some."

"First off mom," she really brought this on herself. "Don't ever compare my feelings of finding out I'm nothing but a product of rape to your blubbering over being broken up with your boyfriend."

"Watch your mouth, Emileah." Her eyes narrowed and she got even closer. I ignored her statement.

"Secondly I'm not depressed. I'm freaking angry. It's just taking me a little bit to figure out how I'm going to demolish this new obstacle."

"Not everything can be solved with a fight."

"Are you sure about that?" She hesitated. Apparently she wasn't expecting that snap response. Truthfully neither was I but it seemed to fit so I ran with it.

"Correction, not everything needs to be solved with a fight." She turned her back on me "I'm going to take a nap now. I trust you'll use that journal, it'll help. And if it doesn't you can always burn it like I did mine." I didn't think much about that journal until it mysteriously showed up under my pillow when I clearly remember throwing it in the garbage after mom had left the room. I opened it up to the first blank page.

Dear Journal,

I hate you.

Emileah

A/N: So I may not have been clear but the story has changed POVs. This isn't Leo's POV anymore. It's Emileah's POV. Yeah and I opened my email and had like a million (or more like 10) emails from fanfiction so I decided to post early. Though one of my friends is gonna be ticked :)