Chapter 3
"Do you see the little blip right here?" Dr. Crow asked.
I peeked at the ultrasound machine and nodded, biting my lip.
"That's your baby. Bella, I know you're young and I know you're scared. I just want you to know that there are always options, okay? And I'm going to help you through this every step of the way," she added reassuringly.
I couldn't help it. The tears started flowing freely and she placed a hand on my shoulder after handing me the box of tissues.
"How did this happen? We've been careful! I haven't missed a pill and we always use condoms. I just don't get it," I blubbered.
She let me calm down before going to the computer and looking something up in my chart. After searching for a little bit, she had a shocked look.
"So, you had strep throat back in August. Did the doctor mention that the antibiotics they put you on can conflict with your birth control?"
I thought for a minute before shaking my head.
"Well, there's your answer. If a condom broke or if you forgot to use one that would explain your little blip. The medication they put you on can render your birth control ineffective. Even the best ones make mistakes, Bella. Now, it's up to you and Edward to decide what you're going to do next. Would you like some pictures?"
I nodded and admired my little blip when she handed me the pictures. There's a human growing inside of me and I'm going to be responsible for this little blip. It's a lot to take in.
"You can put your pants back on and head to the front desk to make an appointment. I want to see you again in a month," Dr. Crow added before walking out.
I put my clothes on and walked to the desk, making the appointment as requested.
"Bella! I didn't know that you went here. How are you doing?"
I whipped my head around and jumped when I saw Alice.
"Oh, hey. I'm pretty good. What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Just a med check. I better get in there but it was nice to see you. You should come over for dinner tonight, mom is making her world-famous lasagna."
I smiled and quickly shoved the picture of my little blip in my purse before she could notice.
"That would be great. As long as there's leftovers to take to Charlie, of course. You know he can't fend for himself."
She laughed and agreed before walking back with the nurse. I breathed a sigh of relief once I got back out to the car. That was a close call. I sure didn't want to have to explain to Edward's little sister that she was going to be an aunt before he knew he's going to be a father.
I drove the short distance to Edward's house and took a deep breath before getting out of my car. It was now or never. I knew if I didn't tell him immediately that I would chicken out until the baby came.
"Bella!"
I jumped and squealed when I felt a familiar set of arms wrap around me, lift me up, and spin me in circles.
"Emmett! What are you doing home so early?" I squealed.
"I took my finals early so I could spend more time at home with my family. And I brought someone for you to meet!" he responded excitedly.
"Well, if you put me down then maybe you could introduce me to this mystery person," I retorted.
He laughed his deep-belly laugh and put me down.
"Come on, she's in the garage."
I followed him and noticed a shapely pair of legs sticking out from under Emmett's obscenely large jeep.
"Rosie, baby. Bella just got here and I'd love to introduce you."
She rolled herself from under the car and stood up, rubbing her hands on a rag. Emmett had always chased after the beautiful girls, but she was exceptional. Her long blonde hair was curled perfectly and I couldn't find anything wrong with her makeup.
She looked me up and down while I did the same. She paused momentarily on my stomach and arched a perfectly-plucked eyebrow.
"I'm Rosalie. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, if we're done here, I'd like to get back to fixing the jeep my idiot boyfriend broke."
Emmett pouted but grabbed my hand and led me inside. She may be beautiful but she had the personality of a doorknob.
"Do you know where your overly handsome brother is?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes and pointed towards the stairs.
"Thanks, Emmy bear. I promise to come back downstairs and kick your ass in whatever video game you pick."
"In your dreams, Bella-boo."
I went up the stairs and knocked on Edward's door with no answer. I knocked again and slowly opened the door. Edward was sitting on his bed, drumming along to whatever he had playing through his headphones.
I put my purse on the bed and crawled over to him, taking the book out of his hands and straddling him.
"Oh my. This is a very pleasant hello," he murmured before kissing me gently.
I grinned and ran my hands through his hair, down his neck and rested them on his chest.
"Have I mentioned yet today that I love you?" I questioned quietly.
His hands moved across my thighs and rested on my hips. He moved his lips from mine to the spot on my neck he knows drives me crazy.
"You have not. But I had an idea already. I also have an idea about what I'm about to do with these clothes…"
He started unbuttoning my shirt while putting his mouth back on my neck. After a couple of moments, I reached my hands up to stop him.
"Edward, there's something I need to talk to you about."
He paused but didn't remove his hands.
"Can it wait about twenty minutes?"
I laughed and took his hands off of me and moved to sit next to him.
"It's important, Edward. Now, stop focusing on my boobs and look at me," I told him sternly.
He laid on his side and rested his head on his hand and started rubbing slow circles on my thigh.
"Okay, you have my attention. What's up?"
I took a deep breath and tried to meet his eyes, but couldn't. How are you supposed to give such important news that is going to change everyone's lives?
"Hey, what's wrong? You know you can talk to me," he said gently before putting a hand on my chin and making me look at him.
"I'm pregnant."
He stopped moving, stopped speaking, did not do anything. I started fidgeting and he finally blinked.
"Did you just say that you're…pregnant?" he finally asked.
I nodded and bit my lip. He let out a deep breath and walked over to one of the windows facing the forest in the backyard.
After several minutes of silence, he asked, "How far along are you?"
"Uh, the doctor said about thirteen weeks. I'm due May 16th," I replied so quietly I was sure he couldn't hear it.
"Did you have an ultrasound?"
I reached over and pulled one of the pictures out of my purse. He walked back over and admired it.
"That's our little blip," I added.
"Blip, huh? That's what we're calling it?"
I didn't reply, giving him the time to process everything. He's taking all of the information better than I expected.
"Do you know what you want to do?"
"I'm not totally sure yet, Edward. I just got confirmation not even a whole hour ago that we're going to be parents. Just please, don't ask me to get an abortion. That's not something I could handle," I told him truthfully.
"I don't know how I feel right now, Bella. How did this happen? We're careful. We use birth control and condoms. We are careful. How?"
I leaned against his side and wrapped my arms around his, kissing his cheek.
"The doctor that gave me medicine for the strep didn't tell me that it'd make my birth control ineffective. And the condom could have broken. But it doesn't matter, because this is where we are either way."
He nodded and continued to look at the picture of our blip.
"I want to keep it, Bella. Our lives are never going to be the same and it's sure not going to be easy. But there's no way I'm letting some stranger raise my baby. We made this little blip and we're going to raise it together. You can't get rid of me that easy."
I started crying, this time tears of joy and relief.
"I love you, Isabella Swan. And I love that little blip that we created together. However, we're still going to have to tell our parents."
"I can't guarantee that Charlie won't shoot you, you know. Maybe I'll hide his gun when he gets home," I replied slightly jokingly.
His face lost all color and I bit my lip, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Can we tell my brother first? He'll be a good buffer between me and Carlisle."
"Of course we can. It's my mother I'm the most afraid of. You know how much she's always talked about me not becoming a mother at a young age like her."
My mom had married my dad when they were eighteen and nineteen respectively. They had gotten pregnant with me almost immediately. Dad took the role as husband and father seriously but my mother has always been flighty. I know she loves me and that she'll always be there for me, but motherhood just isn't for her.
I moved back in with my dad when I was ten, after she got married for the third time. She wanted to travel with Phil and his baseball team, but that wasn't for me. So, I moved in with my dad and life has been good ever since. At least, up until now.
"What time will your parents be home?"
"In about an hour or so."
We both got up from the bed and made our way downstairs. Emmett was in the kitchen making a ridiculous number of sandwiches and Rosalie was nowhere in sight. She was probably still working on his jeep in the garage.
"Hey, can we talk to you about something for a second?" Edward asked.
Emmett nodded and reached for the mayonnaise.
"You're going to be an uncle, Em," I said when Edward looked lost for words.
He stopped spreading the mayonnaise and turned towards us slowly.
"Seriously? You knocked her up before you've even graduated high school? Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
I flinched but stood my ground. Edward was the one to come our defense first.
"You think we don't know what this means? We know we fucked up but guess what, we're taking responsibility. We're going to raise this baby and we'd really appreciate some support here."
Emmett narrowed his eyes at us before returning to making sandwiches. The awkward silence ensued. Finally, he slammed the knife down and turned back towards us.
"You guys have always been the responsible ones yet you somehow got yourselves into this mess. You have your whole lives ahead of you and now that's going to change. What exactly are your plans, anyway? Graduate, get married, and get a job at the grocery store? You were accepted into a pre-med program, Edward. And you got accepted to UW, Bella.
"But that's all going to change now because you couldn't figure out how to wear a rubber right? Your lives are over. Even I'm more careful about having sex than the two of you. And now everyone in town is going to know you as the one who got knocked up in high school," Emmett ranted.
Edward reached over and squeezed my hand. The tears were threatening to spill over but I couldn't let him see how much his words hurt. Unfortunately, he was right about lot of what he said.
"Fuck you, Emmett. We were hoping you'd be able to help us tell mom and dad but I guess not. Go back to making your stupid sandwiches and fuck off."
He stormed back upstairs with me in tow. I sat on the bed while he paced around the bedroom, tugging at his hair in frustration. I waited for him to start ranting.
"He's right about everything and it pisses me off that he's right. We screwed up and we know it. At least we're trying to take responsibility, shouldn't that count for something? But fuck Emmett, he's a piece of shit," he finally let out.
"Edward, I think he's just in shock. This is something that none of us expected. Give him some space to process."
He stopped pacing and sat next to me on the bed, hugging me close.
"I love you so much, Bella. But now we must tell my parents. I just heard their car pull in."