Sitting on the cold tile floor staring at that small plastic stick on the counter across the room that might change your life forever, you felt like time was at a standstill. Three minutes as never taken so long to pass in your life.

You could feel your hands starting to sweat and your heart hammer against your ribcage. Your emotions had become almost too confusing to handle. You were scared,having a baby was huge not only for the dynamic of your relationship but a pregnancy is massive strain on your body, the sickness and hormones were one thing but the thought of having to push an actual human out of you is terrifying.

You were excited, if the test was positive you and Jake would be starting a family you loved babies and had though about what it would be like to have a little Jacob running around countless times, but it wasn't something either of you had actually talked about.

More than anything you were nervous, what would people think, you're barely 18 are you really ready for that kind of responsibility, to give up your life to take care of a baby. How would Jake feel would he be happy? He already resented the whole wolf thing for stopping him from living his life the way he wanted, what if he resented you for putting him into this situation, what if he leaves you.

The sound of the alarm on your phone blaring snapped you out of your head, standing up you wipe your sweaty hands on your jeans and take the three small steps to the counter top. With a shaky hand you lift the test to your face reading the result, letting out a breath you didn't know were holding you checked the box 3,4,5 times to make sure you were reading it right.

Positive.

Your pregnant, like actually pregnant, with child, bun in the oven, up the duff, pregnant. Lowering yourself to sit on the side of the bathtub before your legs gave out under you, you put your head in your hands. Before you even had a chance to stop them the tears were running down your face, not because you were disappointed but this meant you had to tell him.

Wiping the tears away you stood to look at yourself in the mirror, straightening out your clothes and splashing some water on your face incase anyone saw you. Deciding that of course you would tell him but you just needed time, time to come to terms with this yourself, to figure out what to say to him.

It had been 3 months, well 11 weeks to be exact, You still hadn't told Jacob, the longer you waited the harder it became to find the right words. The last 2 weeks have been the hardest, the morning sickness and headaches had gotten worse and you now had a very small bump, easy enough to cover up with some of Jacobs shirts or an over sized hoodie but definitely noticeable without.

You had to start distancing yourself from Jacob, you didn't want to but you knew the minute he touched you he would notice. So you locked your window at night so he couldn't climb in and told him that you just didn't feel well, and that his insane temperature wouldn't, help much to his dissatisfaction.

However keeping it a secret had to change today, you had a doctors appointment next week for a scan, and it just wouldn't be fair to not at least give him the choice to be there if he wants.

Both your parents were at work and you knew Jake didn't have patrol so you texted him to come over because you had to talk to him.

From your place laying on the couch you heard the doorbell, getting up slowly as to not make yourself dizzy and walked to the front door, stopping at the large mirror in the hallway to check your appearance. You couldn't lie to yourself you didn't look good your complexion had paled, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep, both from stressing out about telling him and having to get up every 20 minutes to either pee or vomit. The sweatpants and oversized sweater you wore did do a good job of hiding your condition thankfully.

With a deep breath you pulled the front door open to reveal Jacob leaning on the banister of the porch, dressed in dark wash jeans, a black t-shirt and his usual biker boots.

"Hey Jake, come in" you whispered moving from the door way to let him pass, you both made your way to the living room. You threw yourself down on the couch, Jacob however did not opting instead to stand awkwardly by the window.

"Jacob I need to tell you something I..."

"Look Y/N if you're going to break up with me can you just get it over with, I don't think I could handle the long drawn out conversation" he interrupted turning to face you shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

"Break up with you? I'm not breaking up with you. Why would you think that?" You questioned pulling yourself into a more upright position on the couch.

"I dunno Y/N, maybe because we have barely spoken or seen each other in over two weeks. Or maybe it's that you practically flinch away from me every time I try to touch you, maybe it's that I can see how uncomfortable it makes you every time I look at you these days. You've changed, for months now you've been different! Your acting differently, dressing different, I mean fuck you even smell different somehow! And I'm not the only one that's noticed Y/N, is it me did I do something wrong? Is there someone else?" He ranted angrily pacing back and forth waving his arms around as he did so.

"No Jacob it's not like that" you said hurt by what he was saying but understanding why it might come across that way to him.

"Well then care to enlighten me because I have absolutely no fucking idea what is going on with you anymore" he said coming to a stop.

"It's..I'm...we ugh come here" you can't find the right words to tell him so opt for the cowards way out, gesturing for him to come closer.

Once he is standing in front of you, you grab his hand and slowly slide it under your sweater, confusion covers his face until you feel the warmth from his hand spread across your stomach, and you stare into his eyes as a look of realisation hits him.

"Are you pregnant?" He whispers placing a second hand next to the first.

"Yeah just over 11 weeks" you answer still holding eye contact, his expression changes once again this time to one of anger.

"Wait, so you're 11 weeks pregnant and your only just telling me now? How long have you known?" He asked pulling his hands away

"About 10 weeks, I'm sorry I haven't told you before Jake, but I was scared" you said looking down at your feet.

"Scared? Of what Y/N? Of me?" He barked gesturing towards himself.

"Not scared of you, just how you would feel about it. I don't want you to feel like I'm trapping you, if this isn't what you want, if you're not ready for this Jacob I understand" you said placing your own hands onto your small bump.

The anger in his eyes softened but didn't disappear all together as he spoke "you're kidding right? How could you possibly think that? I would never leave you to raise our child on your own! I thought you knew me better than that Y/N"

You could feel the tears brimming your eyes now as a feeling of guilt washed over you "I'm sorry" is all you could think to say.

Suddenly you were being pulled to his chest as he wrapped his arms around your small frame "hey, hey don't cry baby, it's okay to be scared, I'm just disappointed that you could think I don't want this. I'm upset that you have forced yourself to deal with this on your own"

He leaned back and placed two fingers under your chin to tilt your head up to him, a tear ran down his cheek as he spoke "This is all I could ever want, me and you starting a family, would I have liked to waited a little longer? Sure, but I would never ever walk away from my family. You are not forcing me into something I don't want. This" he dropped down to his knees in front of you pulling your clothes up to expose your stomach "This is the best thing that has ever happen to me, to us. I love you and I love this baby more than I ever thought I could love anything, you are my world. Both of you."

By this point you are both crying tears of happiness rather than sadness or regret. Taking both his hands he rose to his feet. Using the pads of each thumb he wiped the tears from your face before leaning down and and capturing your lips in his. Pulling away he rested his forehead on yours a smile plastered across his face as he spoke softly to you "I'm gonna be a Daddy"

Nodding slowly you opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off by the loud yell that came from Jake as he picked you up and spun you around, repeatedly yelling "I'm gonna be a Daddy" as you laughed along with him.

After a minute or two he placed you back down "if I'd have known you'd be this excited I would have told you weeks ago" you laughed.

"Oh yeah? Well I know one person who's gonna be more excited than even me" He said as he took his car keys from his pocket and pulled you to the door.

"Billy" you both said in unison as you made your way out the door and to his car to share the news that after all his complaining Billy would finally get that grandchild he so desperately wanted.