Leah's POV

(Picks up at Chapter 4)

Many Thoughts of a Freaked out Girlfriend

"Leah?" Seth asks.

"Yeah, Seth?"

"Um, Rose wants to talk to you," he rushes out, avoiding eye contact.

I spin around and lock eyes with him, trying to see what the little dweeb is hiding, and ask, "Why?"

He takes in a deep breath before shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know. I went over there to play X-Box with Emmett and she wanted to talk to you, you know, about the whole 'I'm going to kill you, you piece of shit, Black!' thing that happened before 'I love you.'"

I roll my eyes; of course he went over there to play video games with Emmett. How old is he, twelve? My brother would sit in front of the TV all day and play video games if it was an option.

"Did she say that she wanted me to come over, or call?" I ask him, getting back to the dishes.

Rose and I started to meet at the border to talk ever since the whole "Renesmee imprint" thing happened. I was a tad angry about the whole imprinting thing and took out my frustration on a tree instead of beating the Spawn or its mother.

I know; I'm very responsible.

Well, as I was beating the tree, dear old Rosie came stomping through the forest growling about how the "Stupid mutt," (who I assumed was Jacob), was bossing her around about how to take care of a baby, (and then I knew it was Jacob), when she's older than his father and "knows" how to cradle a baby. She noticed me yelling, "It's not fair! Stupid Spawn! He shouldn't have imprinted on her!" while I was making woodchips, and we talked. Okay, well we didn't really talk. We mostly just broke trees and cursed Jacob and his imprinting.

Every time we got pissed off, we would go to that little clearing and just break some trees. After a while, we stopped breaking trees and just talked. And it wasn't the "Hi, my name is Leah and I've been royally fucked over in life here's my story," talk. It was real. We sat there, and just blurted out our biggest pet peeves and annoyances, (which meant bitching about everything wrong with us being hot women with crappy immortal lives). Most of the time, we had a lot of the same problems. Rose wants to be able to get pregnant, have a baby, make a real family; to have a normal human experience. It's the same for me. I want to be able to choose who I give my heart to, who I want to have, (and actually be able to have), a family with, and to not be afraid that it will all be erased with one look into someone's eyes.

I'm broken from my reverie by Seth's grunt. Realizing that I'm not going to get a straight answer, I sigh. I'm going to have to drive over to the house and see all the other Cullens, (which means I'm going to have to see the Mr. I-don't-believe-in-privacy-or-condoms and his wife Little Miss Trips-over-everything), before I actually see Rose. I turn to Jake and give him a small smile. "I better go see what she wants. I'll be back later, okay?"

He smiles and leans in to kiss my forehead and I close my eyes at the contact. God, I love this man. Giving him another warm smile, I start to head out only to be stopped by Seth tossing me the keys to Rose's baby.

I shout out a, "Will do!" as he tells me to thank Rose for letting him borrow the car.

Getting into the car, I slam down on the accelerator and make it to the Bat Cave in ten minutes. I hop out of the car and am greeted by a very cold, sickly sweet smelling, bouncing Cullen.

"Oh my goodness, Leah! Edward heard you coming and I wanted to see you, but he told me to stay inside and wait for you to drive up. But I'm just so happy and excited! I've wanted to match you up for a while, but everyone told me not to, said that I have to let things 'run its course.' So I stood outside waiting for you— you drive slowly by the way—and I just couldn't wait until you drove up. And now you're here, and we can talk!" Alice rambles.

"Um, Alice?"

She stops mid-sentence and looks at me with a smile, "Yes, Leah?"

Scratching my neck I ask, "Where's Rose?"

"Oh," her face falls for a second before she answers, "she's up in her room. I can take you, if you want."

"Okay, sure," I tell her. In my defense, their house is huge and it's not as if she'll talk the whole time.

She claps and jumps up and down. "Yay! Okay, follow me!"

Alice drags me into the house and runs me upstairs to where I presume is Rose and Emmett's room. Sure enough, we open the door and I'm choked by cold arms and blonde hair.

"Nice to see you too, Rose," I gasp.

She lets me go, holding me by my shoulders, and glares. "Don't you ever scare the shit out of me like that ever again! You may be a bitch, but you're my bitch, okay? I don't want to be sitting here not knowing if you're busy killing the Mutt or if he's burying your bones."

I smile at Rose, and scoff, "Like I would let him."

She smiles. "Who knows? I hear you've been going soft on us."

I give her a pointed look. "Excuse me? Who just went all Momma Leech on me? 'Don't you ever do that to me again!'" I mimic.

She glares at me before saying in a cold voice, "Forgive me for caring."

"Aw, is Wittle Rosie-Posie upset?" I ask in a baby voice. I look at her with a small smile on my lips and tell her, "You know you're my favorite leech, right?"

A small smile plays on her lips as she sighs. "I do smell better than the rest of my family."

"Hey!" Alice, (who I had no idea was still in the room), pouted.

"Don't be like that, you two. You both smell equally as disgusting," I tell them with a smug smile on my face.

"Look who's talking," Rose defends. "You smell worse than usual."

I give her a questioning look, "Worse?"

Alice nods. "Yes, you're smell is more…" she searches for the word, "pungent."

Rose agrees. "It's more of a 'wolfy' smell. The only person who I know that smells this bad is Jacob," she says with a sly smile.

Alice returns Rose's smile and nods. "It's odd that they smell so similar, isn't it?"

Rose nods as she and Alice stalk closer towards me. "Oh yes, considering how livid they were with each other, I would have thought that she wouldn't smell like him at all. She would've wanted to shower after she fought with the Mutt, not wanting to have to smell him all the time."

Alice smirks, "And yet, her smell is combined with his, his still lingering a day after their argument. Odd."

"Do you think that something happened, Alice?" Rose asks her sister with mock concern.

Alice furrows her brows in fake concentration. "If something did, Leah would have told us. Right, Leah?"

They both turn and look at me expectantly. I shrug my shoulders, trying to act casual. "Of course, you're my friends."

Alice bounces over to me and grabs my arm. "So, you would tell us if you and Jake, for example, went out on a date?"

I shrug myself out of her cold grasp and walk around the room and mutter a, "Sure, sure."

Rose and Alice's smiles grow into full-blown smirks. I close my eyes and prepare for the onslaught. I just used Jake's signature line; they're going to read into that way too much.

"Hanging out with Jake lately?" Rose asks.

"We're pack mates, not to mention I'm his Beta, so yeah, we talk," I brush off the question.

"Talk to him lately?" Alice asks.

Losing my patience, I snap at her, "Yes. There was yelling involved."

Well, that's not a total lie. I did see Jake, there was some yelling involved, but neither of us were mad or hurt. Quite the opposite really. I smile at the memory of this morning, and last night, and yesterday afternoon, (twice).

"I'm sure there was," Rose says in a condescending tone.

Damn. She doesn't believe me. What the hell is wrong with these people? If I tell them that nothing happened, they should damn well believe it! Even if it is a lie!

But I'm not lying. Nothing is going on. We're having some fun. Sure we may love each other, but it's no big deal. Right?

Right.

And so I tell them that. "There is nothing going on between Jake and me!" I shout. I stand stock still, noticing how fake that sentence sounds even to my own ears. Damn, nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

I sigh and decide to just tell them something to get them off my back. "Fine. Something happened, it was nice, let's move on," I grind out.

"How nice was this 'something'?" Rose asks, skeptical.

Alice bounces up and down and asks, "Did he kiss you? Profess his love to you?"

Rose smirks, "Both?"

I look at them and see it in their eyes. The fuckers know, which means everyone else in the house knows.

The only person who could have told them was… Jake.

I'm going to kill him. I don't care if he's the Alpha of La Push, or my boyfriend, or that I love him, or that Seth adores him, or that he has an imprint whose mother would be crushed if I hurt him in any way. I'm going to kill him.

What the hell! You do not go and tell everyone about your relationship without telling your partner! Especially if said partner is not ready to go on and on about how in fucking love you are! There are boundaries, especially dealing with relationships. These boundaries help keep your friends out of your relationship until you are ready to tell them! Until you are sure that he will not leave you when his "soul mate" grows up and looks like a god damned model, leaving you in a crying, blubbering mess in the corner, wishing that he would come back. You wait until you know!

God! Is he an idiot?

I barely notice the violent tremors rocking through me, the red haze clouding my vision, and don't even recognize Rose and Alice talking, pleading with me to calm down. I ignore them and concentrate on making it out of the house and killing Jake. He was not supposed to do this.

"Lee, calm down," Rose orders.

She's right. I need to be calm and have a clear head to be able to effectively kick someone's ass absolutely thoroughly.

Taking a couple deep breaths, I finally calm down. "Okay, okay, just tell me how you know," I order.

I'm not sure if Jake told either Bella-fail-at-life, Ed-I-wanna-rape-your-mind-without-warning, or Re-name-me-please about what happened. If he told Re-name-me-please, she would tell her parents, who would tell their respective besties, (for Bella-fail-at-life it would be the Pixie and for Ed-I-wanna-rape-your-mind-without-warning his BFFL would be… damn, it would have to be his dear old wifey), who would tell their spouse, who would tell their bestie, who would tell their spouse, who would tell their bestie who would already know. Then, the undead gossip bitches that they are, would talk about it with the rest of the family.

And eventually my family—more specifically, the pack.

Who will tell my mother.

Fuckers.

Now I really need to know who told them. If Jake let it slip, then who knows how many people in the pack know. I look at Rose imploringly, begging her to tell me. I need to know who told, I need to know for sure if it was Jake.

She surrenders and nods, "Okay, I'll tell you."

I let out a sigh of relief and look at both Rose and Alice expectantly. Alice shifts nervously while Rose clears her throat awkwardly a few times before they just stand there in silence. Getting impatient, I start to bitch, "Well, when exactly are you going to tell me? Huh?"

Rose let's out her classic 'I'm pissed off and it's all your fault' huff before she looks at Alice, giving her the go ahead.

"Now you have to remember that he was under a lot of pressure. Everyone here was worried about you guys. Jasper said that your emotions were angrier and more violent than when you phase unexpectedly, and Edward said your thoughts were very aggressive and vicious. So, naturally when you didn't call we suspected the worst and started to think of ways that we could find out what happened," Alice rushes out as she paces the length of the room.

Her voice increases in pitch and speed as she continues, her voice soon turning into an indistinguishable hum. Ignoring both my and Rose's obvious annoyance at her faster-than-a-vamp-on-Speed speed-talking.

"What the hell is she saying?" I hiss at Rose.

Rose hisses something at Alice whose speech increases in speed again. Well what the fuck! I thought they were going to tell me! "Who fucking told you?!" I shout.

Sick of Alice's rant and my impatience, Rose shouts, "SETH! SETH CLEARWATER IS THE ONE WHO TOLD US!" I stand stock still, soaking in the information. The little shit spied on me and Jake and then ran over here like little Boy Wonder and opened his big fat freaking trap.

He is so dead.

"Damn, Alice," Rose grinds out. "If you wanted me to tell her, you should have fucking said instead of throwing me under the bus."

Alice merely shrugs. "I panicked."

They look at my shaking frame and back away, afraid that I might phase. Considering how pissed off at my brother I am, it's highly fucking likely that I might.

Seth and the Cullens know.

Oh god, Seth knows. He can tell the pack, or worse, Mom. If Mom knows then everyone else on the rez will know (eventually).

I need to keep him quiet.

Calming down, I start to pace and think of a plan of attack. Help, I'll definitely need some help. Judging by the happy-go -lucky faces of Alice and Rose, I'm doubting that they would want to help me shoot the messenger. Hell, they probably want to throw a party for the messenger.

Okay, that only leaves Jake.

Two against one fight. One of the two has the ability to Alpha Command and shut the messenger up just by his voice and a well structured sentence yeah, our outlook looks good.

Now, to shut up the Cullens…

Blackmail won't work on them, neither will asking them nicely, they're enjoying this too much. Especially Emmett. Ugh, how can I spin this?

"Lee?" Rose asks in a hesitant voice.

I stop mid pace and turn to look at her. Why should I agonize over what to do when I can just ask them and get it over with? "What do you want?" I ask in a business-like tone.

"Want? What do you mean?" Alice asks.

"What do you want so that you'll keep what's going on between Jake and I quiet?"

Alice and Rose look at each other and share a smile. Oh shit. They didn't want anything, did they?

Stupid Clearwater. Now I'm going to have to be their little fucking pet and do whatever they ask just so that they can keep this quiet until Jake and I are ready to let people know.

I am going to fucking torture and murder Seth.

After about twenty minutes, (which I think is now my personal best at making Seth go belly up and surrender), Seth agrees to do anything we want. Anything.

So, Jake and I milk it.

Seth has to apologize, take both of our patrols, wash Jake's car, do my chores, make dinner for a week, (ha-ha, take that Mom!), run any errands that Jake or I may need, and, (to keep my end of the Cullens' agreement- cough blackmail cough- and keep them quiet), help out with the Cullens. He will be anything they need.

"A shopping partner, by which I mean a bag carrier for Alice, a mirror-holder/sound board for Rose's dog jokes she'll want to use on Jake, an opponent for Emmett when he plays X-box, Guitar Hero, Play Station, Uno, all games really, a calming presence for Jasper since he likes to read the paper in peace, a "CPR dummy" for Carlisle, and a Susie-Homemaker buddy for Esme," I list off to Seth.

"You got that?" he nods.

"What about Edward, Bella or Nessie?" he asks.

I stiffen and shake my head, "Do nothing for Bella-Bitch, the Mind Rapist, or Re-name me." I feel Jake's hand on my shoulder, calming me.

Taking I deep breath, I continue, "This is your punishment for spying on me and Jake and then blabbing to the Cullens. You will do this until we," I look at Jake who smiles at me, "feel like you've learned your lesson. Understood?"

He just nods.

Excellent. My own personal slave. I love being an older sister.

It's been a week of having Seth as my personal slave and I must say, I do enjoy the pampering that comes with it. All I have to do is shout at Seth and he comes running down, ready to do my bidding. It's really funny to see him trip over himself trying to be on time. who knew that when you beat the snot out of the kid one time that he'd run like his life depended on it to get to you whenever you call?

Like right now, I'm starving. Literally, starving. Jake was just over and between the two of us snacking, there really isn't much left in the fridge.

Like fudgesicles. I really want some fudgesicles. And pickles. Lots and lots of pickles.

Hey, the werewolf stomach has craved worse before. Like last month with Quil, the guy really, really wanted some chicken nuggets covered in chocolate sauce. Oh, and one time, Embry was "in love with" having nachos and pudding. Together.

I think my request is pretty tame.

Lying back on the couch, I feel like a quick cat nap. Jake has really been wearing me out and while Seth is out, I'll just relax and sleep for a bit. Wanting to annoy as much as get him off his ass, I call out to Seth in a sing-song voice, "SETH! OH SETH! I NEED YOU TO PICK ME UP SOME-"

"YEAH! I'M COMING! I'm coming," I hear his annoyed call back.

I hear him mumble and shuffle his feet around in his room and I start to get annoyed. I'm tired, hungry, and he's supposed to be my personal slave. A personal slave who's supposed to come when I call. "SETH!" I growl.

"Coming!" I hear him rush downstairs and I smirk. I really love the power I have right now.

Seth stands in front of me with a pad of paper and a pen and takes down my order like a pro. After he leaves for the supermarket, I snuggle back into the couch, seeking for the warmth of Jake. Stupid patrol. Why couldn't he just ditch like I did?

Grumbling about how stupid it is that Embry and Quil need to "relax and have a day off of patrol," I turn on the TV and flip through channels. Nothing is on during the day, and I mean nothing. It's all chick flicks and soap operas and no one wants to watch that. So I take a nap. I don't hear Seth come back home and put away the food, go back to his room, shut the door, and stay in there until patrol. Nor do I hear Jake come inside after his round of patrol.

I wake up on Jake's lap, his hands brushing through my hair. Mmm, that feels nice. I stare up at him and smile, "Hey."

"Hey," he smiles.

"How was patrol?"

He shrugs, "The usual."

"Very boring and pointless?" I smirk.

He nods before kissing me. We return our attention to the TV and I spare a glance to the clock on the VCR. It's 7:44PM and Seth is on patrol. I listen for Mom and figure that she's spending the night with Charlie. Again.

Hey, it's fine with me. Just means that Jake and I have more alone time. Jake shifts and lies down on the couch with me, spooning me from behind. He flips channels until he finds some stupid chick flick, where he stops and stares at the screen, watching the movie until I nudge him with my elbow.

I give an impatient grunt until he starts to flip through the channels again. He starts to flip through them very quickly, being a jackass and not staying on a channel long enough for me to see what's on-hey! Hostel's on! Cool. Jake seems to think the same since he stays on the channel. We start watching the movie and I laugh as the plot progresses. Silly teens, don't you know that when someone offers you to crash at Slovakian hostel full of American-loving, promiscuous women that you're not supposed to go? Silly boys.

Jake grabs some food from the kitchen and I pig out and eat everything that Seth brought this afternoon. I devour the pickles first and then break out the fudgesicles. I'm on my fourth fudgesicle when I start to feel sick to my stomach. After twenty pickles, five hot pockets, two sandwiches, three slices of pizza and four fudgesicles, you'd feel pretty sick to your stomach too.

I lean back into the couch and rub my stomach, hoping that the flip-flopping will stop. It starts to get a bit better until things take a turn for our American travelers in Hostel. Suddenly, I start to feel a bit squeamish and am instantly regretting eating the fudgesicles only a half hour after the hot pockets. You should never mix hot and cold food items in one sitting. They don't mix.

I hold it in until the eye scene. I usually laugh at that scene when we see the girl's eyeball sagging from the nerves after she'd met the unfortunate end of a blowtorch. The guy just runs around trying to figure out what to do and then decides to just cut it off! First time I saw it, I was shaking my head in utter disbelief and shame. Then I started to laugh, because really, who cuts off an eyeball? The oozing puss was really just the cherry on top of the whole thing. God, that was funny. And the way he reacts to it! Cringing in disgust and regret. Ha! Priceless.

Yeah, I usually have a good time with that scene, but now, I feel sick. Like really sick.

Jake notices my squirming and puts his arm around me, rubbing up and down my arm, trying to comfort me.

Oh God, the puss! Look at the puss! It's just sliding down her mangled face. I don't know when it happens but one minute I'm sitting in front of the TV and the next I'm hailing the porcelain god, looking at the myriad of colors in the toilet. Man I really need to chew my food better.

"Hey, you okay? I thought you liked that sort of stuff," he rubs my back.

I nod, "I do." I hunch over and heave again, "I really shouldn't have ate all those fudgesicles after all those hot pockets," I shake my head.

Jake laughs and hands me a cup of water before sweeping my hair back and kissing my forehead. "Better?"

I close my eyes and see if I'm going to throw up again. "I think I'm good, for now."

"Good."

I brush my teeth and open the window in the bathroom to air it out before I meet Jake in my room.

"Fudgesicles and hot pockets are evil," I inform him with a huff, climbing into bed.

"Mhm, you're just pissed that you blew you chunks because of the movie," he says with a smug smile.

I snuggle up to him and smack his arm, "Shut up."

I lie down on his chest and hear him laugh, "Yes, dear."

We've been doing this for about two weeks, him coming over here after patrols, just hanging out. We'll eat, kiss, watch TV, kiss some more, and then go to bed. Some nights when I can't sleep and Jake isn't here, I'll get up and go over to his place to eat food and just sleep over.

It's been pretty good so far. No one besides Seth, the Cullens, Jake, and myself know about Jake and I, so no one's been pestering us about… well, us.

Although the Cullens have been annoying the hell out of me with their calls. Over the past couple of days the Cullens have been calling me constantly. Alice has been calling, trying to get me to come over to her house, and then Rose calls telling me to stop hanging up on Alice and to come over. God, don't these leeches know I like my sleep?

By the nineteenth call, I relent. I tell Jake that I'll be gone for just an hour and that I'll be back after a little "girl talk" with Rose.

I drive over and meet Rose on the front steps. "How's it going?" she asks.

"Right now, I'm having a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger," I tell her with a smirk. She doesn't smile back.

"You okay?" I ask her.

She doesn't meet my eye, "You should talk to Alice."

"Alice? Why Alice?" I ask confused. She doesn't say anything and I just follow her into the house, all the way to Alice.

She's in the living room with the rest of the Cullens, pacing. "What's up Pixie?"

I look at Alice and I know it's bad, really bad. "You should sit. There's something I need to tell you."

I sit down and pray that this news is them accidentally telling Charlie that I'm seeing Jake, who, in turn, told Mom, who's going to tell the whole freaking rez. Please, please let it be that.

"I had a vision, only this time it was different. You were in it," she tells me slowly. Already, I'm confused. I thought she wasn't able to see us because we can phase on a whim. "I don't know what's going on, I only see flashes, but," she sighs, "it doesn't look good."

"How bad?" I ask, not wanting to hear the answer.

"Pretty bad."

I drive home, my mind still reeling from the vision Alice told me. I'm screaming in agony, Carlisle tries to help me, I cry, I blame Jake for all my pain, I constantly yell "GET THIS IT OUT! GET IT OUT!" before Alice sees blood and the vision goes black.

Fun stuff.

What the hell am I going to do? When does this happen? Why the hell can Alice see me?

I blame Jake, so I must have gotten whatever it is from him. But he wouldn't purposefully slip me something. It's just not like him. But still…

I can't be around him. I need space, I need to figure out what I can do, to try and prevent this from happening. I need to break it off with Jake.

It's been about… well, it's been too long since I've seen Jake. If I'm not at home, I'm at the Cullens trying to figure out what the hell is "in me." So far, we got nothing.

I've been getting up early, (which was easy since I can't sleep through the night even though I'm exhausted all the time), and going over to the Bat Cave and be prodded by Dracula, M.D. After he gets whatever samples he needs to test whatever disease he wants to test that day, I usually lounge on the couch and watch House with Emmett, Jasper (Who I learned is a pretty cool guy. We share some stuff in common, like wanting to kill Bella. Unlike me, he actually tried to kill Bella. I ignore the fact that he failed and applaud his efforts), and Rose, trying to use the vast knowledge of Dr. Gregory House to figure out what the hell is wrong with me.

So far, we got nothing except a lively debate about who's better: the old ducklings or the new ones. In my opinion, I like the current combination of both the old and the new ducklings.

And Wilson. I love it when he pranks House.

Right now, we're on the fourth season and we still don't have any ideas. I'm sitting in between Emmett and Jasper watching House try to remember what happened before the bus accident. Rose is pacing, practically wearing a hole in the floor, as she mumbles something about "wasting time," and "should be coming up with theories." I would agree, but the drama of House is just too addicting.

Besides, we know for sure that I don't have lupus.

Edward drops Nessie off with Rose as he goes to help Alice and Carlisle with "the tests" and Bella goes help Esme with baking, or gardening, or something.

Nessie just sits at Emmett's feet and stares at the TV intently. Rose leaves the room and runs to Carlisle's office to help. Nessie and I stare after Rose and Emmett just shrugs. "She's just a bit wound up. She'll get over it."

We fall back into a comfortable silence and continue to watch House. When Jasper gets up to put in the season five disk into the DVD player, Nessie turns and asks me, "Why are we watching this when Grandpa Carlisle, Aunt Alice, Aunt Rose, and my father are exhausting all means trying to figure out what they believe to be wrong with you?"

I roll my eyes before returning my gaze to the TV, "Because."

"Aunt Leah, that' is not an answer," she pouts.

I sigh, "Emmett, can you explain this to her please?"

He flashes me a bright smile and nods. "This is research Ness, we're watching this to rule out any possible diseases and infections."

She arches a brow, "Are you really, Uncle Emmett, or are you happy that you now have an excuse to have a House marathon?"

Emmett gasps and clutches a hand to his non-beating heart, "Ness, that hurts. You know I love the She-Wolf and only want to help."

Jasper and I snort and Nessie rolls her eyes before challenging Emmett, "Would you mind enlightening me on the diseases that Aunt Leah does not have then?"

Emmett smirks before he pulls out a sheet of paper from his back pocket. He clears his throat and reads, "Okay, so she doesn't have lupus, leprosy, TB, a tumor, schizophrenia, mercury poisoning, an iron deficiency, HIV, the African sleeping sickness, she doesn't have a cold, or allergies…"

He keeps listing all of the sicknesses that I don't have, with help from Jasper who pointed out that I don't have prostate cancer, until Nessie is satisfied with his answer, or just wants him to shut up. We continue to watch season five when Nessie breaks our silence.

She looks up and at me and asks, "May I suggest something?"

"What kid?" I say, while munching sugar covered gummy worms.

Nessie bristles, "Although I have the appearance of a young human child, I am quite advanced. I have surpassed the high school curriculum and am well into University curriculum-"

"Just spit it out," I interrupt, rolling my eyes.

"I have a theory," she smiles.

Jasper straightens and listens to Nessie. "Shoot," I tell her.

"Well, as my family has been thinking about what happen to you by merely focusing on human problems, they have forgotten that you are part wolf," she looks at me expectantly, like I'm going to jump up and say, "Oh yes! I totally forgot that I was part wolf and can get fleas. This explains everything."

When I stare blankly back at her, she nods her head encouragingly, trying to get me to understand, and continues. "I have been reading up on wolves lately, trying to help discover what is wrong. So I began reading up on the wolf's body and how it changes and discovered that a female wolf does not start menstruating until three years after her birth and can stop when a threat has arrived in the area. What I suspect happened to you is exactly what happens to the female wolf. When my family came to Forks, your inner wolf took over and stopped your menstruation cycle, preventing you to become vulnerable with a threat so close. After you phased, your body would still be developing and becoming comfortable with your wolf form, so still no menstruation. After three years, your body started to become comfortable with itself and had grown accustomed to our family being so close."

She smiles at the three of us, "I believe that you have been experiencing your menstrual cycle for the past couple of months and did not even know it."

I arch a brow and tell her sarcastically, "Because I wouldn't notice that I was bleeding every month." Emmett chuckles and Jasper tries to hide his small smile.

She shakes her head and continues, "This is where I believe your shape-shifting abilities come into play. I believe that your fast healing abilities have been preventing you to bleed every month. What is menstruation? It is the shedding of the uterine wall and an unfertilized egg. When we think about your shedding uterine wall and your fast healing abilities, I believe that they work together. You are menstruating but your healing abilities work so quickly to heal you, that you don't bleed." She lets out a breath and smiles at all three of us.

Jasper looks at Nessie and nods, "That is possible. Her wolf instincts to heal could have prevented her from knowing that she is, in fact, menstruating."

Emmett pats Nessie on the shoulder and continues to watch House.

Nessie stares at me, waiting for my reaction. "I'm confused. You think that all this is because I'm getting my period? What about the Pixie's vision? How does that figure into your little theory?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, that is obvious," she smiles, "you are pregnant."

Pregnant? Ha, no.

"You think she's pregnant?" Jasper asks.

"The She-Wolf is knocked up? Ha!" Emmett laughs.

I stare at my stomach and ask, "I look fat enough to be mistaken as pregnant?"

"Think about it Aunt Leah, you are always tired, you have these very odd food cravings, you have become very moody, you have to go to the bathroom all the time, and you have thrown up four times since you got here. You have all the symptoms that come with being pregnant," she shrugs.

Emmett is laughing his ass off and Jasper is trying to keep me calm.

There is no way that I can be pregnant. It's just not possible. No. I mean, yeah Jake and I have had sex, but I can't be pregnant. Nessie has to be wrong. She's probably only telling me this as a joke.

Yeah, a joke.

But it makes sense. The barfing, always being tired, always being hungry, craving weird combination of foods, having to pee all the time, being pissed one minute and then happy the next, Alice's vision… Fuck.

I just passed out, found out I'm (probably) pregnant, and am woken up by the sounds of shouting. Oh yeah, definitely a good day.

"LEAH! LE-AH!"

Oh great, now my brother's here.

"LE-AH!"

And it doesn't sound like he's going to be leaving any time soon.

Disclaimer: All of the characters, concepts, and anything affiliated with the Twilight saga belong to (their rightful owner) Stephanie Meyer. The rest of the work belongs to me and should not be copied in any way, including translations, without my explicit consent.

Major thanks to Flyaway Dove for Beta-ing this.