"What? No way. It's impossible. I just had my period." I was surprised and unable to comprehend the importance of Dr. Snow's words. "Oh my god. This can't be happening again."

Charlie took my hand and wiped a tear off his face. "It's okay, May. I'll support you and your decision. I still love you. No matter what happens. I still love you." He just kept repeating it. "I want to kill Lyons, but I still love you. I still love you. I love you."

"Excuse me," Dr. Snow interrupted. "But to make sure the pregnancy isn't tubal, I want to keep you over night, is that all right, Eliza-May?"

I nodded, still numb. "Okay," I replied slowly, still shocked. "But I'm—we're—going to be okay, right?"

----*----

"LIZA!" Bella cried, running into the room. "YOU'RE OKAY!"

"That depends on your definition of okay, Izzy," I whispered. "I'm really scared."

Jacob waltzed in. "The mighty Ducky is scared of a little tummy ache. What has this world come to?" He laughed.

"Jake, please," Bella begged. "Go easy on her. She's sick and not herself. Can't you leave this childish fight behind you? Liza could die and you don't care. I know you're worried about Sam's gang, but she's my sister and your best friend. You can't act like this is nothing."

Neither Jacob nor I replied because we were interrupted by a noise out in the hall. "What did he do to her, Chief Swan? I promise; I'll make Black regret this, even if it's the last thing I do."

"Jake didn't do anything to May," my father retorted. "You did. You better get out of here, or I'll arrest you and make sure you'll never see the light of day."

"Please, Chief, just let me see her," he begged. I could almost imagine him on his knees. "I'm worried about her. I love her. All I want is to make sure she's going to be okay."

I could practically feel how pathetic he was. With a deep breath, I called into the hallway, "Dad, Titus needs to know! It's his baby!"

"Baby?" Bella questioned softly.

"I'm going to be a father!" Titus seemed excited from the hallway.

"A baby," Jacob whistled in false astonishment. "Wow, and I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower. Once again, you have proved me wrong. You're pretty beautiful and pretty messed up. So sad." He shook his head.

I took a deep breath. I knew what I had to say. It was probably a lie, but whatever. "Bella, could leave the two of us alone?"

"Sure," she whispered, still in shock. "See you later."

Jacob went to turn away. "WAIT!" He turned. "I get it, Jake."

"What? There's nothing to get, Liza."

"No," I replied. "I understand that you're not into me anymore, Jake-Jake but I still want to hang out. At least, while I still can. I have eight months."

Jacob seemed surprised. "All right, May-May." He smiled, almost his old self. "We have a surprise for you."

----*---

"Oh my god!" I squealed. "They're beautiful." I stood there, staring at the bike. "Wow these are amazing. I wonder how fast they go." I put my hand on the seat.

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"What?" I put my hands up in surrender. "I wasn't planning anything!"

Jake gently grabbed my shoulders and guided me to tailgate of the truck. "Sit and stay."

I looked up at him. "When did you get so big?"

Jacob laughed and turned to Bella. "Okay. Let's get this started."

----*----

"That was amazing," Bella cried. "Total adrenaline rush."

"Bella—" Jake tried to interrupt but she kept babbling.

"IZZY!" She stopped. "YOU'RE BLEEDING!"

Her mouth turned into a silent 'O' and put her hand on her forehead. "I guess I am, Liza."

Jacob helped Bella back to the truck. "What do we do now? It looks like Bella needs stitches again."

I didn't show my surprise. "I'm pretty good at hiding things like this," I replied. "I need small, white bandages, some antibacterial ointment, water, foundation, a little sponge and a comb." I counted each item on my hand. "Take the bike and hurry. Don't get caught."

Jacob started the bike as I started to rip my shirt sleeve to use like temporary gauze. "No," he said, putting his hand on the hand gripping my shirt.

It was like a shock to my system, but I didn't pull away. "What's wrong?" I managed to hide my surprise. "Did I forget something?"

He ripped his own shirt sleeves off. "Use mine. You shouldn't be risking getting sick."

I nodded and took the sleeves. I wadded one of them up and pressed it against Bella's head. "Go, Jake, I got this." He zoomed off.

Bella tried to get me to move my hand. "How'd you learn to do this?"

"Amalgam," I supplied, using it as a proper noun.

Bella seemed confused but didn't push the subject. "Do you know what to do about your baby?"

"I'm not sure. Give me a few months." I admitted. "So, this is has happened before," I said, flipping the sleeve over.

"Yeah. I'm still learning. Thanks for keeping me out of the hospital. I think the doctors were getting worried."

"Ha. Summary of my life."

"So, what's Amalgam?"

"Um—"

Jake came back then, a small make-up bag in his hand. "Got it from Leah Clearwater." He pulled some bandages and a tube out of his pocket. "Will this work?"

I nodded and poured the water on the clean rag and cleaned the wound. Quickly, I made little 'X's with the bandages over the cut. Once the entire cut was covered, I put the palest foundation on the sponge and splotched it over the bandages. Then, being extremely careful, I positioned her bangs over the cut. "There, all better."

"Say," Bella said. "Do you guys want to go to the movies sometime next week? Mike Newton won't leave me alone."

"Sure."

"Whatever."