AN: I've decided, like with my other story (it will be put on here soon) I will not have special acknowledgments. It slows me down, you have seen how slow this chapter has taken to get up. So faster updates (which I'm sure you want) no special acknowledgments.

Also, does anyone have a specific name that Paul's girlfriend could be called? I'm totally stumped. So if you love the badass shifter, gimme your name and your stats (there's a form on the AN below the chapter). The first one to send it in gets the spot .O I think that's fair:D

-chayfan

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Chapter Three

I found Mom looking at pot plants in a near-by booth. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, but her lips turned into a frown when she saw my face. I kept the moonstone pendant safely in my bag, I knew my Mom would have a whole lot of questions if I had of shown it to her.

'Susie, what's wrong?' I bit my bottom lip, the employee at the desk was trying to get her attention, I noticed that Mom had decided to buy a beautiful, and rather fragile-looking plant pot. It was made of a clay colour and had finely encrusted angels on the outside. Inside the pot it was a darker shade of clay, the colour was a bit off to me but Mom seemed to like it enough to purchase the thing.

'I'll talk about it later.' I plastered a happy smile on my face, but I still noticed the worried look my mother had sent me before paying for the pot. I headed to the car, trying to imagine the conversation that would surely become reality in a matter of moments.

'Suze, what happened in the Clinic? You can tell me.' Mom shot me another over-concerned, loving look. I knew that my Mom would be there to help me in the hard times, but for the sake of my sanity and the porcelain pot in her hands, I decided to tell her in the car. When I told her this, however, I could tell it just made her more anxious.

I opened up the new silver BMW and hopped inside. I let Mom take the wheel because another wave of sickness had fallen upon my stomach. Flicking some of my chestnut hair out of the way of my lipgloss, I stared directly at the ground.

Mom took my shaking hands – when did they start shaking? – in her own and looked at me with worried blue eyes. 'Suze.' She then kissed my forehead, which drove me crazy. I had to tell someone.

'Mom. IhavetotellyouI'mpregnant!' I blurted it out so fast that Mom pushed herself back into her seat, letting go of my hands and looking at me weirdly.

'Susie, Can you repeat that?' She had a slight smile playing on her lips, but said nothing more about my babbling.

My lip was hurting from me pressing so hard on it. The coppery taste of blood filled it and I swallowed, hard. Shuddering at the aftertaste of it, I spoke after a moment passed and we regained ourselves. 'I'm pregnant.' I said it before I could stop myself.

Mom's reaction was quite the same as I thought it would be. She screeched, 'WHAT!' I tried to calm her down, it was as if she was chocking. I started to pat her back in a rhythm and finally she managed to stop coughing, then straightened and looked at me stonily.

'Susannah, This is a very serious matter. I'm sorry for my behaviour just a moment ago, but the shock just cut in.' She paused and heaved a sigh, 'So, your pregnant?' I nodded, I heard her mutter. 'Oh, my baby is going to have a baby… I'm going to be a grandmother… I'm too young for this to happen yet.'

This made my eyes, I am ashamed to say, fill with tears. 'I'm sorry Mom. I didn't mean for it to happen.' Mom looked up from her reverie, and then she saw my face. Her eyes too filled up with tears.

'Oh Susie. I guess I misled you. Nothing could make me any happier to hear that you are having a child. But…' She trailed off, as if wondering whether the sentence she just begun was a good one to use in this case, 'Are you ready? This is a really big step in your life, we can always get an abortion if your dreading having to go through labor…'

It was my turn to choke. 'No way, Mom! I am not killing an unborn fetus!' I was damn shocked, I could never kill such an innocent human. It wasn't even human yet! That was just… immoral.

'Suze, I didn't mean it like that. Pregnancy… it's just a really hard thing for me to comprehend.' Tears now started to gather and make Mom's blue eyes blurred from my view. 'My baby's growing up!' When she leapt over the steering lock to hug me, I let her, we were both distressed and surprised at this news. I was expecting my Mom to kill me once she found out, but I was happy that she didn't. But I still had Andy to tell… and Jesse.

As if reading my mind, my Mom asked me, 'Is the baby Jesse's?' I nodded, that was all I could do. My throat was as dry as the Sahara desert and my lips were parched as well, I could not have said anything if I had wanted to.

Mom beamed after releasing me from the clutches of her tight hugs. 'Lets go home.' Was all she said. And at that time… she didn't know how much those words meant to me.

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Andy's reaction was pretty much the same as Mom's. Disbelief. Shock. Understanding. Deadpan. Happiness and best wishes. He hugged me as well and said he was happy for me. I grinned and practically forgot the fact that he was not my real father. After all had went well with him, I walked back up to my bedroom.

It was then that the realization hit me. I was having a baby, and my dad – my real dad – wasn't going to be there. I could remember how I cried the night at the Winter Formal – the very night he had moved on. Three days after the formal night, the shock had set in and I remembered the way I had started to bawl. That day was the same, I cried myself to sleep; Although it was in the middle of the day.

I awoke to the ringing of the phone and then Andy picking it up, saying: 'Ackerman-Simon residence. Andy Ackerman here?' There was a silence… then: 'Oh yes, Mr. De Silva, I will put her on for you.' Andy always called Jesse Mr. De Silva on the phone, a mock version of: Mr Ackerman. The name Jesse insists on calling Andy. It was funny, the two of them really got along well. My whole family seemed to like Jesse, except maybe Brad, he still thought of my gorgeous boyfriend a little weird.

Closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep, I waited until my Mom was actually attempting to shake me awake before I opened my eyes. She mouthed "I haven't told him yet," then "Jesse" and left. I took the phone in my hands and placed it to my ear.

'Hey, Jesse.' I smiled, saying this a little nervously and leaning my head against the headboard on my bed. 'How's the patients going?' Jesse was a trainee at the local hospital. I was so glad that he didn't work in the Clinic, how weird would it be if he saw me, or even diagnosed me, as Doctor McNaught did this morning.

'Hola, Susannah.' His voice was heavy with passion. My cheeks burned at the silky, sexy tone of his voice. Jesse always made be blush because every time he used that voice, my mind zipped back to the first time he actually got over his gentleman manners and we had sex. 'Everyone at the hospital is fine. But how are you, querida?' I froze, did he know? No. My Mom told me that she hadn't told him, and my Mom was bound to talk about it to Andy.

'All peaches and cream over here!' I said with a nervous laugh, then my tone grew more serious, 'Why wouldn't things be great?' Jesse was silent for a moment.

'You sounded nervous. I was curious on what you might be nervous about. My original reason for calling you was I was wondering… perhaps you would like to come over for dinner tonight?' He didn't have to say it twice, I grinned.

'Of course, I would love to.' I could practically feel Jesse's grin on me.

'Perfect. Can you come to my apartment at seven o'clock? I have something I want to give you.' My eyes widened and my senses grew a whole lot more alert. What would he want to give me? I thought of all the possibilities.

'Sure, Seven is fine.' Seven was the usual date, and Mom knew that Jesse would never take me out too late. He was always the gentleman and bought be back a half an hour before the actual deadline.

'I will see you then, Querida.' He said another silky goodbye before hanging up. After I did the same, I started to pace my room. I had to tell him tonight, because usually he would get frisky and we would… you know. But I couldn't let that happen, It might do something to me. And I wanted this baby to come out perfect.

It took quite a while to fix myself in some sexy but not too revealing clothes. I decided on a black halter-neck top and a crimson coloured skirt that went to my knees. My black leather boots finished the look and I put my hair up into a pony, twisting it around and placing a black french clip in it to give the impression of a messy bun. By the time I was finished, it was six thirty. A half an hour before I had to go.

I subconsciously walked into the bathroom. Standing sideways in the mirror, I saw that there was no lump there. I patted my stomach lightly, it was as flat as ever. 'To my unborn offspring, I love you.' I really did. I loved my baby. It was a part of me… and Jesse.

Securing my leather jacket on top of my other clothes – just for some extra protection against the cold air outside – I picked up my hand-bag and the keys to my BMW. I said goodbye to my Mom and Andy, pecking each one on the cheek.

They replied with a cheerful goodbye back to me before Andy wrapped his arm around my Mom's waist. They looked so happy. A beautiful married couple. Someday, I thought, someday Jesse and I would be like that. Now that he was alive, I mean. Everything was perfect for once in Susannah Simon's life.

I turned on my car and once reversing, zipped down the road at 50 m per hr.

AN: You like? I hope it's good enough. I tried to capture the characters as much as I could. I'm not sure what their real reactions would be to Suze being pregnant, but you'll get a treat next chapter: Jesse finds out. So hold on and it'll soon come.

Oh, remember the little Paul-status thingo I mentioned up the top? Yeah, here's the form:

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I know, it's shit. Anything else worrying you? Lol. Joking.

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-chayfan