Bella's POV

"Bells, what is it honey?" Jake asked me, pain in his voice. I saw a shadow outside the door shook my head and told him I'd tell him later. I sat up, then felt the coldness on my face. I tried pinching them to get their normal colour back, then greeted Charlie and Billy, and begun making dinner. I tried to keep my mind off things, and concentrated on making dinner. When dinner was eaten by Charlie, Billy and Jake, I asked if I could go to the pharmacy to buy something.

"What do you need to buy?" he asked, probably suspicious. Crap.

"Sanitary pads." I lied with all my might. I needed to buy the opposite of those. Jake drove me there, wanting to see what was with me, and wanting to follow me.

"You should go watch the car. You put so much effort into it." I told him, hoping it would sway him, and it did. I opened the door into the shop, and began looking for a box of pregnancy tests. I finally found one, and I looked out the blinded window to see that a figure leaning against a car was watching me. Thank God for the blinds; I didn't need Jake to know anything at the moment. I paid for it, and stuffed the box in my pocket, and went outside. When Jake questioned me about what I bought, I shook my head. When we got back, I went to shower first. When I secured the door close, I got out the box, and tried it. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Five times. All the same little plus sign. That was impossible! I just lost my virginity yesterday! I examined myself in the mirror, and saw a little bump in the middle of my torso. Oh. My. God. This isn't supposed to happen. My body must have some other disease, with all the signs of pregnancy. That had to be it. It had to be. Deep down though, I knew that I really was pregnant, and I tried to accept that. Charlie however, would have a seizure if he knew. Then, I felt a little nudge inside me that changed me completely. Now, the world evolved around two things. Jake, and our child. I quickly disposed of the evidence, hiding it in my clothes on the floor, starting to shower. Then, after a while I heard a flurry of footsteps outside, and the door flung open.

"Bella, is anything the matter?", an agitated Jake asked me. I jumped a little, startled, and I tried to hide my torso with the shower curtain, afraid for him to know.

"Nothing I didn't see last night Bells, no need to hide. Can you please answer my question? You've been looking ill all day."

Hopefully he didn't see, or feel my nudger yesterday. I shook my head and said, "I'll tell you tomorrow."

"Why not now?"

'I don't think it's the right time now.", and it wasn't. Charlie, Jake and Billy in the same house while I told him. Not a good idea. Jake began scanning the rooms for hints about what was wrong with me, but found none. I was thankful that he didn't look in my short's pocket, he would probably freak out. When I finished showering, sucking in my stomach all the time, I put on my pyjamas, and felt slightly better. We walked to his room, his hand around my shoulder, I think to keep me from collapsing again. When he closed the door, he kissed me, and I kissed him back, hoping to distract him from my 'sickness'. Then, he pulled me down onto the bed, and I had no protests.

The next morning, I awoke from heaven to see a close-to-furious Charlie, and a disapproving Billy next to the bed and I went down to hell. I stiffened and cowered back. Jake woke and did the same thing as well.

"Both of you, get dressed and then the living room." Charlie instructed, turning into Chief Swan. They left the room, and we did so.

"We're screwed." Jake said, and I nodded. We both put on our clothes, trying to hide the bump on my torso as I did so. When we went downstairs, Charlie wanted to talk to me in private, and he practically pulled me upstairs.

"What were you thinking Bella? I thought you were more responsible then this!" he spat, his face turning a shade redder.

"Sorry." I muttered, not really caring.

"Do you realise you could have got pregnant?"

I already was. "Yes Dad, I'm sorry."

"Tell me that you'll be more responsible." He said, his voice quieter.

"Yes Dad."

"Don't do it again Bella. I mean, I know you're an adult, but you're still young."

"Yes Dad, never again Dad."

"Are you even listening to me?" he asked, his voice louder.

"No- I mean yes Dad." I corrected. That got him.

"Bella!"

"What now bitch?" I muttered, just a little too loudly. Everything happened quickly. Before I knew it, I was flung to the bottom of the stairs, my cheek burning, and a familiar liquid threatening to overflow.

"Bella!" Jake cried, turning me to face him. I held back the blood in my mouth as much as I could, feeling it stain my lip, then Jake got me a wad of Kleenex, and I put it against my mouth, letting the blood empty. All I could think about was my baby, wondering if he, or she was alright, then as if to assure me, it nudged me. I was washed over with relief, then I felt something shaking violently beside me. Jake. He looked like he was about to murder Charlie, then I remembered that he could turn into a werewolf. Not a good idea in front of Charlie.

"Jake. Calm." I pleaded softly, putting my hand to his face. He put some effort into it, and soon, he had stopped shaking, and Billy was asking me if I was alright. I nodded, not trusting my voice. My cheek still hurted but that didn't matter. The baby seemed fine as well, and that was the most important thing.

"I'm sorry Bella." Charlie muttered, sounding sincere.

"It's fine." I replied. I saw Jacob clench his fist, like he was trying not to hit Charlie. Then, Charlie's phone rang; the electrician had arrived at his house. He was going back, Jake sending me as well. I gathered my things, then said goodbye to Billy, then got in Jake's car. Thankfully, Charlie was driving his cruiser.

"Will you please tell me what's wrong with you?" Jake pleaded.

"Nothing's wrong with me." I replied, not over empathising the word 'wrong' to be truthful to Jake.

"Bells." He said disapprovingly. I looked down at the floor mat.

"Please Bella." He said once again, and I shook my head again.

"I'll tell you soon though." I assured, and I had to. The baby was growing fast, I suspected.

"Alright." He agreed, and pulled over at Charlie's house. The baby nudged me again, and I put my hand to it instinctively, then removed it. When I got out of the car, after a while, I heard Jake yell "Bells, your bag!" I went back, and got my bag from him. For a while, we looked into each other's eyes, and he kissed me. I locked my arms behind his neck, and he pulled me closer to him. Then, we heard a honk behind us. We both turned our heads, still entwined together to see Charlie in his cruiser.

"Hands off my daughter Jacob!" Charlie teasingly yelled, and Jake laughed.

"I'll try." He replied, then kissed me again, and I kissed him back. Then, Charlie and I went into the house and the electrician began his work. I went up to my room, and sat down on the bed. The baby nudged me again, and this time, I kept my hand on it. School started tomorrow, and I had so much on my mind. The rest of the day passed slowly, and it was slightly agonising, trying to be normal, after Charlie had hit me. When nightfall finally came and I was in bed, I was dreading tomorrow.

"So, do you wanna get together like, on Friday?" Mike asked hopefully.

"I can't, sorry. I'm grounded by Charlie." I apologised, thankful that Charlie had grounded me. I didn't particularly relish the thought of being with Mike. There was only one boy that I needed to see, and he was being under house arrest as well.

"Oh well, see you tomorrow." He replied, nodded, and walked to his car. I sighed, and got inside my truck. Jacob hadn't called, or texted. Maybe his phone was confiscated, but I didn't want to tell him by phone. I needed to do it in person. I sometimes found my self settling into my old, morbid state that I was when the other one left me. Now that Jake was gone, it hurt to think about him, and I still loved him slightly so that made everything twice as hard. When Jake was gone, it reminded me of abandonment as well, even though I knew it wasn't. I found a text on my phone, from Charlie, saying that he wouldn't come home today; there was a 'crisis' at work. I went home, did my homework and the normal things. It was hard to concentrate, when my thought kept wandering to Jake and the baby. Occasionally, the baby nudged me, and I kept a hand on my torso. The baby had slightly gotten bigger, and I had to wear loose or fitting clothes now, to be extra safe. I ate dinner, for the baby's sake. After I washed the dishes, I went to shower and looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed, not sure of what to do. If I wanted to keep the child, Charlie would know. If I didn't, well, I wasn't sure if I could handle the pain of getting rid of this child. Already, I had grown attached to it. I lay down on the bed, and tried to sleep. After an hour or so, I was desperate to see Jacob. He also had to know about this. After all, he was the father! Why does this have to happen? Slowly, I began to fall asleep, my mind drifting away from all the confusing and strange things in life…

"Jacob?" I asked, wandering around. I seemed to be in La Push beach, walking along the shore. There was no reply from anyone. Anything. I looked around, and the beach was deserted. I began to worry, wondering if anything had happened to Jacob.

"Jake?" I asked, raising my voice, frantic. Then, I turned my head to the left and saw a bleeding wolf, that I instinctively recognised as Jake. I gasped, and cried over the wolf. I sensed I was not alone, so I turned my head, to find a perfectly still, immortal vampire leaned into a hunting crouch, ready to consume his thirst with my blood, like alcohol to a heroin addict that had been drinking nothing but water for a few years.

I jolted upright, screaming at the top of my lungs. I didn't mind myself getting hurt, but if it was Jacob who was going to get hurt, I couldn't stand it. A brief rustle of branches in the tree next to my window caught my attention, and when I went to investigate, there was nothing there. Huh. Maybe I was delusional as well as pregnant. I looked at the clock, and it read 6:00am. I sighed, and decided to prepare for school early. The school day was like torture, slow and painful. Mike kept talking non-stop to me as well, so I occasionally muttered a short response. He seemed to realise my lack of interest, and asked if anything was bugging me, that I looked pale. I shook my head and waited patiently for the day to end. Angela also asked me if anything was wrong, she sounded so worried that I actually When the day finally had ended, I found another text on my phone from Charlie, saying that there was a 'crisis' in Port Angeles, and that he wouldn't be coming back home tonight. Again. At least that saved me from cooking a huge meal. I ate a small salad and an apple, bored. I went up to my bedroom, taking my time on the stairs up. The baby nudged me again, and I put my hand to it and thought, 'Everything's fine.' My hand lingered often towards my phone, debating whether to call Jacob and tell him. In the end I decided not to; I would tell him in person. I thought abut the child in me, whether it was a boy or a girl, what it would look like. I had a feeling that it was a boy. I hoped he would look like Jacob, with no interference from me. Jacob was a masterpiece, a work of art, while I was a hopeless reject. Nightfall gradually came. His face was embossed in my mind, and it hurt to think about him. I felt like I was a robot, going through a daily routine, no emotion inserted. Eat, shower, sleep. The days seemed to be getting slower, dragging on and on, it felt years since I had last saw Jacob instead of two days already, and I already was desperate to see him. After I towel dried my hair, I looked at myself. Now, I was pale, and the light in my eyes had gone. When I was with Jacob, I had light in my eyes, colour in my cheeks, warmth in my soul. Now, that warmth was replaced with a bitter darkness, which I tried to shield away whenever possible. I sighed, and put the towel in the laundry basket, longing for the day when Jake and I were allowed to meet again, I would tell him. Hopefully it would be soon. Tears pricked behind my eyes, and overflowed. I missed Jacob so much. I tried to stop them, thinking of the baby, but they wouldn't stop. I curled up into a ball, wrapping my arms around my knees. The baby nudged me, as if to ask what was happening. 'Nothing's wrong. We're fine, we're fine.' I thought to my baby. Wrong. Everything was wrong. I heard a rustle of branches like last night, and I went to see what was wrong. Before I could get off the bed, I saw Jacob's face at the window.