HI, story more now. Like said before, Twilight no mine, Stephenie Meyers. Okay so if the symptoms don't match exactly, I've never had what she does before. This is also a special circumstance.Maddy Le thanks, you make me feel so specials. Gratsi, what ever. I want to be a writer when i get older so that is the highest praise.

BPOV

I ran to the bathroom and puked up my breakfast at about 10 o'clock in the morning. I sat next to the toilet for a good hour and puked about 5 times more. I hadn't gone to school because I had an upset stomach, but I thought it was just a cold but this hurt a lot worse than a cold. I thought maybe I should go to a doctor but then Charlie would hear about it and worry too much. I was rethinking about going. They would be able to give me something for my stomach.

I went to my room and threw on some loose clothes, flannel shirt and jeans, then got my keys and went to the car. When I got in I just sat there for about 5 minutes trying not to puke again. I drove slowly to the hospital, I knew how to get there easily, I mean I basically spend at least one hour there a month.

When I got inside the receptionist saw me and grabbed a wheelchair. She wheeled me to one of the curtained off areas and helped me get into a bed. She left me with my privacy so I could put on one of the hospital gowns. I guess she knew I would need to stay awhile by the way I looked.

"Okay, what seems to be the problem, Mrs.Swan?"Dr.Grady asked me as he took my pulse and hooked me up to a heart rate tester, thingie.\

"Um... my stomach hurts and I keep puking." I said without any effort, my stomach wasn't hurting so bad anymore."Maybe I should just go? My stomach feels better now."

"No... lets get a sonogram of your abdoman just in case." He told me and then a nurse.

"Alright honey, this won't hurt at all. It'll be cold though." She told me when she squezzed some sort of orange stuff on my stomach. It was cold.

"Oh." She exclaimed to me as she looked at the black and white fuzzy screan."Doctor Grady come here and look at this. What does that look like to you?" She asked him in a hushed voice.

"Well, it looks like a ..."He didn't continue his sentence but looked at me. Then he did something totally unexpected, he smiled. This wide impish grin, like he knew something I didn't and he was teasing me about it.

"What?"I asked a little hysterical. Oh god, if he was smiling then it was either really bed and it had put him off his rocker or it was nothing at all and I shouldn't worry. I was hopping for the latter of the two.

"You're...

"Um, Dad. I think we need to talk." I told him after dinner, as he was about to head into the living room. He stopped mid-step and looked at me. I smiled at him and he relaxed visably."I think you should sit down. Dad, I'm...

I drove over to Jake's house to tell him. I rang the doorbell and his dad answered.

"Oh, hey Billy. Is Jake here?"I asked. I tried to sound calm but my voice shook. He noticed the tears in my eyes and gave me a questioning look. I just shook my head a little, he let me in and told me to go to his room. I opened the door and Jake was sitting on his bed bopping to music. He looked so young, he was only 16. I was about to drop a bomb over his head. Maybe he wouldn't care, just look at me sympethetically and say oh well. No, the reasonable part of my mind said, he will care and support you. You know that. I just cherised that moment where I could watch him, looking like a 16 year old should, like he doesn't have a care in the world. I shut his door and leaned against the wall. What if I didn't tell him? Would that be so bad? I mean I could say I picked up a guy at a store when I went to Seattle a couple of weekends ago. Jake didn't go with me, so what could it hurt. I was pregnant. How could I tell that 16 year old in there that he was a father? It would destroy him. But he would accept it with open arms, he loved me and he would love to have a kid, this kid, no matter what it did to him. But what did I want? Did I want to be a mother before I went to college? There were ways so that I didn't have this kid, I wouldn't think about those things because Jake wouldn't let me. I could go for adoption, but again, Jake. All that happened from now till I had this kid was based on his reaction. Whether he would accept me and want the kid or If he pushed me and this unborn child away, our child. That thought sent a surge of joy through me, this kid was ours, mine and Jake's. I loved him, even without the child. I think, I thought to myself, I love him as much as I loved Edward. It didn't hurt to say his name anymore, just as it didn't hurt when I thought about how much I love Jake.

I walked into his room again, ears slowly making their way down my cheeks, leaving hot trails behind. He was still bopping to the headphones so I knocked hard on the door. I knew his ears would pick up the sound against the music. He looked up and saw the tears and fear that was filling my eyes. He rushed overto me and pulled me into a tight hug.

"What's wrong?"He asked in a voice full of athority I had never heard there before. But I think I know why it was there, the last time I was like this was when He left me. I looked up into his eyes and saw nothing but love and concern in them, that's what gave me the courage to go on.

"Jake, sit down. This is big news." I mustered up all the courage I had and just spit out what I had to say."Jake, I'm pregnant. I think it's your kid and I'll understand if you just want me to walk out of this room right now and never coming back. If you don't want to see me any more thats fine with me, although I will miss you." I smile at this, then charge ahead."If you want to kick me to the curb please do it gently but I give you permission, I mean it IS my fault after all. If I hadn't let it go that far... well whats done is done. I'll go now." I walked out of that room calmly, but one step and I was crying, hard. I hadn't looked at his face the whole time, just staring at the floor. I ran out of the room, and down the hall. I stummbled in the living room and caught myself on the back of the couch. Billy saw my face and just stared, he looked mad. He had seen me like this after Him. I bet he thought Jake had done something to me. I didn't have the fight or courage to tell him the truth so I just shook my head and ran out of the house. I didn't fall, which was a miracle. I jumped in and started the engine. I had driven alll the way home before I stopped crying long enough to do any thinking.

Okay, that one took aout five minutes to write. I was so into it. I felt all the emotions she felt. We'll hear wha Jacob does in next Chapter. This my 3rd. one today. They say if you feel the emotions that your character feel syou are agood writer, yah me. As always, stay icy,

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