[Disclaimer] All things Twilight belong to SM but Zoe is my girl.

[A/N] Hi everyone, I don't know whether anyone will like this outtake. I felt inspired to write it and the bunnies in my head are way stronger than me. I'm grateful for the people who like my writing. You are amazing.

**Zoe**

It's still pink. The little dot on the pregnancy test in my hand is still pink. Not blue or green, it's definitely a bright, clear pink. I'm screwed. I toss the test into the trash and wash my hands. When I walk out of the bathroom Cara looks at me with huge eyes.

"And?"

"Maybe the test wasn't working properly." I tell her, biting my lower lip until I taste blood in my mouth.

"It's positive?"

"There is hardly anything positive about this."

She nods her head and wraps her arms around me, holding me close to her chest to comfort me.

"I'm sorry. If there is anything I can do for you. I'm here for you."

I take a deep breath and stare down at my hands. How stupid do you have to be to get knocked up a few months before your school graduation? For a moment I hate the baby inside of me. It's only going to cause me trouble and I don't need any of it.

"Who's the—," Cara starts asking me. She stops when she hears the key turning in the lock. Grandpa walks in and waves his hand at us. I try to look as if everything is fine. Shit, I wished it was Cara who got pregnant and not me. She's the one who has already picked the names for her future children.

"Hi girls, how's it going?"

"Good," Cara mumbles. "We're studying for our math test."

I should better have studied how to use a condom properly. Then my life wouldn't be ruined now.

"Zoe, sweetie, are you well? You look pale."

"I'm just a bit tired, Grandpa. I didn't sleep well last night."

I didn't sleep well for the last 3 weeks, since my stupid period didn't arrive punctual like a UPS delivery guy. Shit, shit, double shit.

"Maybe you're coming down with something."

I will be coming down with a baby in about seven months or something close to that. The flu would be over in two weeks. I'd rather have that.

"Dad, I'll make some tea for us." Cara says, standing up to go to the kitchen. She's worried about me. Grandpa taps my shoulder and walks off towards the bathroom.

I pull out my cell and read through the new text I've received.

Want to hang out at my place tonight? We could watch the Game.

N

If all we had done at his place had been watching sports and eating popcorn, I wouldn't be in trouble now. For a brief moment I consider texting him the daddy news. Then I decide against it. Instead I type No into my cell and hit send. His responds comes within a couple of seconds.

My Bro is working. We should make us of it. N

I sigh and text him that I'm going to spend the rest of the evening with Cara, studying for the exam tomorrow morning. I'm just about to stuff my phone back into my backpack when I hear Grandpa yelling through the house. Most of it is in Romanian and I don't understand much of it.

"Caralina Popescu, you better come here right now!"

Crap, why is he so mad at her now? Cara's face is white when I follow her to the bathroom where her father is waving with the package of the pregnancy test, I left on the sink.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me about?"

She responds something in Romanian and he shakes his head.

"I told your mother that we shouldn't allow you to stay at your boyfriend's place overnight." He stats, leaning back against the wall behind him. "Now, we see where this has lead."

"It's not my test." Cara croaks barely audible. "And just for the record, I'm on the pill."

Cara is smarter than me. That's why she's going to be valedictorian when we graduate and I'll be the loser kid with the baby bump. Fuck my life.

"Zoe?" Grandpa breathes.

I nod my head and blink some tears away. I hate crying in front of others.

"I'm going home now. Apologize to Cara for yelling at her. It was rude."

With that I storm back to the living room and grab my backpack from the couch. I can hear both of them, Cara and Grandpa calling after me when I slam the door behind me.

It is difficult for me to drive while I'm crying. I don't want to go home. Grandpa is going to call my moms. There is no way I can handle them now. Maybe later, preferable much later…

I park the car in front of Nessie's house and rub my smeared mascara from my face as good as I can. Why are girls supposed to wear this crap anyway?

"Hey," Nessie greets me when he opens the door. "I knew you'd rather watch the Game instead of studying."

"Hmpf,"

He pulls me inside and wraps his arms around me as soon as the door closes behind us. That's the only time he ever holds me. When we are alone and no one can see us. God, I'm so done with this crap.

His mouth is warm on mine. My mind feels like pushing him away but my body is a traitor. We kiss and somehow manage to make it to the couch without me stumbling over something on the floor. The house is a pigsty. Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rose have been gone for a week now. A second one and I bet, there'll be rats running around. Tegan and Nessie are the messiest people on earth.

"I missed you, babe."

I fucking hate it when he uses that pig name on me, but I'm too stressed right now to start an argument. I need to tell him about the baby and hope he's not going to freak out completely.

"Have you been crying?" Nessie's voice sounds horrified. He pulls me on his lap and very gently his thumb glides over my cheekbone.

"I'm just allergic to my new contacts." I tell him, grabbing a can of soda from the desk. When I crack it open, I manage to cut my finger at the sharp edge. Damn it! Automatically I stick my finger in my mouth and suck on it until it stops bleeding a few moments later.

"You should wear your glasses. They look cute on you."

I shake my head. "Forget to take them with me. Can we watch the Game now?"

He switches around on the remote but quickly turns his attention back to me.

"Is something wrong? You're different."

"I'm not. Stop fumbling around on me. I'd really like to watch the Game."

"Are you on your period?"

I'd be the happiest person on earth, probably in the entire galaxy if I were on my period now. My eyes stay focused on the TV in front of me when I hesitantly nod my head.

Nessie asks me if I want to eat some pizza he ordered earlier. I don't feel like ever eating again. My insides are in a knot.

When he returns and opens the box, I smell the most repulsive wave of tuna ever. I press my hand against my mouth and somehow manage to make it to the bathroom just a split second before my stomach heaves. Isn't it called morning sickness? I vomit my guts out until only bitter acid is coming up.

"Breathe. Try breathing deeply through your nose." Nessie whispers, rubbing my back until the spasms in my stomach finally subside.

"Are you sick? Maybe you have this nasty stomach flu that goes around."

The flu I have is going to need diapers in a couple of months. God, why is this happening to me?

"Zoe?"

I can barely manage to look into his eyes when I raise my head again. He has a washcloth in his hands and carefully wipes my sweaty face with it.

"Rinse your mouth. I'm going to drive you home."

With shaking knees I stand up and take the plastic cup with mouth wash he hands me. I feel a bit dizzy. Being pregnant is not doing well with me.

"I'll drive you home. Tegan can get your car later. Be glad. If you are sick, you don't have to do that stupid test tomorrow."

"Doesn't make me feel better," I whisper, grabbing some toilet paper to clean my nose. My throat is sore. I hate puking.

"Come on. Let's get you and your germs back home."

He wraps his arm around me and like a boneless doll I let him put me on the passenger's seat of his car. Once he sits down himself, he leans over and presses a quick kiss on my forehead.

"Don't. I smell like vomit."

"I don't care." he mumbles, putting a damp wisp of my hair behind my ear. "I care about you."

He never tells me he loves me. It would make things between us even more complicated. Nessie and I are like magnets. The more we try to stay away from each other the more we are drawn towards the other one.

It's wrong. We shouldn't be together. Our parents would freak should they ever find out about our relationship.

During the ride to my house both of us are quiet. My cell beeps and I sigh in relief when Cara texts me that she has talked Grandpa into not telling my mothers. It's better if I do that myself. Yet, I have no clue how to do it.

"We're here," he whispers, killing off the engine. "Thanks for not blowing in the car."

I want to wrap my arms around him and cry some more against his broad chest. Instead though, I step out of the car and murmur a thank you to him.

When he drives off, I keep standing outside for a few more moments until I get too cold. I take a deep breath and fumble out my keys.

Show time for the first episode of nothing is wrong with Zoe…

Momma is sitting on the couch, working on some sketch while Hope is playing with her Barbie dolls.

"Hi," I say. My voice is still raspy from the puking earlier. "I'm back."

My mother raises her head and flinches. "What's wrong with you? You look like a ghost."

"It's nothing." I mumble exhausted. "Probably just some…flu,"

"Hope, sweetie, be a darling and bring your sister a glass of water. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Mommy!"

She rushes off to the kitchen and I sigh deeply when Momma makes me sit down next to her on the couch.

"Let me check if you're having a fever." She tells me, placing her hand carefully on my forehead. "No, doesn't look like it."

"Here's your water, Zoe." Hope stats, handing me the glass. I drink, realizing with the first sip how thirsty I am.

"Thanks,"

"Are you sick?" she asks me, sitting down on the carpet. "If you are sick you can have my Princess Barbie. She's my favorite."

"You are cute. How was school today?"

"Stupid. School is always stupid. They are so mean to Rowan. I hate them."

"I'm sorry about that." I tell her. Kids are awful. Life is complicated enough for people like Rowan. The fact that her school doesn't seem to be capable of handling this bullying crap is beyond me. I'm sure Jasmine is going to let her get homeschooled soon if this goes on.

"Do you want to play with me?" Hope asks me. I shake my head and tell my mother that I'm going to crash now.

My bed is cold. I shiver and pull my blanket around me like a tight cocoon. It doesn't take long until I cry myself into a restless sleep.

xxx

The next morning isn't better than the previous day. I sit next to my two mothers at the breakfast table and shove my eggs around on the plate. My stomach won't be able to keep down any food, I'm sure about that.

"Aren't you hungry? Or are you nervous because of that test you're having today?" Mom asks me, lifting the cup with coffee to her mouth.

"Maybe she's sick. You should have seen her last night. At least she has some color in her face again." Momma tells her. She looks me over skeptically and I feel this awful pit of guilt in me that I always have when I'm trying to keep things from her.

Soon, I need to tell them soon. The longer I wait the worse it will be.

"If she's sick she should stay away from Hope. We don't need her to get another infection."

"No hospital! I'm not going there again. They put needles in my arm."

I sigh and manage to swallow a few sips from the mug in front of me. The tea is so hot that I burn my tongue.

"Can I stay home today?"

"It's probably better. Hope, are you finished with your breakfast? We need to leave now or you'll be late for school." Mom stats, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

When she and my little sister are out of the house, I stand up and throw my untouched breakfast into the trash.

"Tegan brought your car here last night. Didn't you tell me you'd be studying with Cara?"

Do I have to justify every fucking minute of my private life to my mother?

"I wanted to watch the Game with Nessie. Then I threw up and he brought me here."

"I see. Are you angry somehow? You look like something is bothering you."

"I'm fine."

"You don't look it. Did you have a fight with Cara or something?"

I put the plates into the dishwasher and take a deep breathe. "If I tell you, will you promise me not to be mad?"

She nods her head and takes my hand in hers. "Just tell me."

"I'm pregnant."

The word is out of my mouth and I can't manage to look her in the eye. I sniff, trying to hold back tears while I wait for my mother to respond something to the news.

"Are you sure?"

"I made a test. It was positive."

"I want a doctor to examine you. Those tests are not very reliable."

Two hours later, after her gynecologist has confirmed my pregnancy and taken an ultrasonic picture of some white dot that is supposed to be a baby we're on our way home again.

Momma is silent. She's probably mad at me, disappointed even.

"Say something." I plead her, biting my fingernails nervously. "Are you angry?"

"I don't know what I am right now. Who's the father? You didn't even tell me and Bella that you're seeing someone."

I cross my arms in front of my chest and stare out of the window. There is no way I can tell her the truth.

"Someone I met at a party. I don't really remember him."

I remember everything. The months Nessie and I spend trying avoiding each other's presence. I love him. It's bad enough that my life is fucked up now. I don't want to ruin his too.