Here is the next chapter! This one is a lot longer! Hope you enjoy!

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I stayed in my bed all day. In my head I ran over all my options.

I could run away, but then where would I be? Homeless, poor and pregnant? I could just get rid of the baby, that would be the easiest thing to do. In the back of my mind though I knew I could never actually go through with that. This baby is the only blood family I have, and there's no way I could kill it. Adoption doesn't sound very appealing either. I spent my entire childhood moving from one foster home to another, and I could never damn my baby to that horrible life.

That left one option. Keeping it. I didn't know if Carlisle and Esme would be okay with that, but I knew that in my heart of hearts, thats what I wanted to do. Raise my baby, give it the love I never had growing up. It would be tough, but I bet I could do it.

Esme called us down for dinner, but I told her I wasn't feeling well enough to eat. I knew she was worried, but in two days all her worries would be eased, and her worry would be replaced with anger.

Alice came into our room, and sat down on her bed.

"Hi Bella," She said in her high voice. "Are you feeling better?"

"Not really," I muttered.

"I bet you have the flu." She mused, "Or maybe food poisoning."

"Doubt it."

"Bella?" She asked, her voice suddenly very serious, "Is something wrong?"

Alice is the sister I had always dreamed of. Shes thirteen, but shes not an annoying boy obsessed teenage girl, like Rosalie. Rosalie is fourteen, and all she cares about is boys and her hair. Alice on the other hand is unique, and not afraid to show it.

"Don't worry about it Alice." Thats what adults always told me when they didn't want me to know something.

"Okay, if your sure." She stood up, and walked over to her desk, she opened a textbook and began writing something down.

I climbed out of bed, and went down to the living room. Emmett and Edward seemed to be in the middle of a very fast paced video game. I crawled onto the couch, wrapping a fuzzy blanket around my self.

"Hey squirt," Emmett said, not taking his eyes of the TV, "Long time no see. Feeling better?" Emmett is seventeen, and a great brother. He is fun and loud and is the best person to get in trouble with. He is also a big teddy bear who I know loves his family.

Edward is sixteen, and an equally great brother, just in a different way. He is very smart, and very caring and an amazing musician. He is very sensitive to the thoughts of the people around him, and always knows what to say to make you feel better.

Jasper, who is Rosalie's twin, is a lot like Edward. Sweet, kind and very sensitive to how people are feeling. He's definitely the quietest kid in the family.

"Not really." I muttered, wrapping the blanket tighter around me.

Esme walked into the room holding a bowl of chips. "Bella," She sounded surprised, "Feeling better?" I just shook my head, She sighed, "Let me make you some soup."

I am pretty hungry. "Thanks." I climbed off the couch and followed her into the kitchen. I sat down on one of the bar stools as she got out a pot.

She sat next to me as I ate, watching me the whole time. "You don't want the chicken?" She observed, as I carefully avoided the pieces of chicken.

"Not tonight." I said into my bowl.

"Are you sure you want to wait till Friday to go to the doctor? We can go tomorrow if you want."

I knew either way I would have to go. And either way she would find out. Maybe getting it over with sooner would be better.

I took a deep breath. "Okay. Fine, we can go tomorrow."

I went back up to my room, and crawled under my covers. It feels like I've spent an awful lot of time under here lately. I reached under the mattress where the plastic stick as hidden. The pink plus sign was still there.

I know Alice could hear me as I cried my self to sleep, but luckily she didn't say anything. She let me cry in peace until sleep took over me.

I woke up the next morning, and ran for the bathroom. I threw up and cried, then sat back against the wall, putting my head between my knees to relieve some of the dizziness.

There was a knock on the door, "Bella?" Alice asked.

"One second Alice," I pulled my self up, brushed my teeth, then went back to my room. I walked over to my closet, and pulled out a pair of sweats and a hoodie. I got dressed, pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail, then went down stairs.

"Morning Bella." Emmett called from the kitchen table.

"Mornin'" I smiled. I didn't feel like eating, so I went into the family room. I turned on the TV and started watching an old rerun of Friends.

"Bella, your appointment is at noon, so I'm gonna drop Alice, Rosalie and Jasper off at school, run some errands then come back and get you, okay? Be ready by eleven thirty." Esme told me as she came down the stairs.

"Okay. Eleven thirty, got it."

I watched TV until everyone left, then went up to my room. I opened my white mac book, and went onto Facebook.

Facebook is the only way I am able to keep in touch with all the people I have met in all my different homes; and there have been a lot of homes.

I hadn't been on facebook since before I found out about the baby, and its amazing to see how simple life was before. I had a bunch of messages from people asking to hang out, or telling me to feel better. My status that I had made last week was 'Bellas gunnnaa partyy with Jess and Ang on saturday!!' Two days from now I was supposed to be out partying. Now I doubt Jess and Angela will even want to talk to me.

I updated my status to a more appropriate: 'Bella wants to go die in a hole.' Then logged off. I still had two hours before I had to leave, so I went back downstairs and watched old reruns till Esme got back.

"Lets get going Bella!" Esme called from the front door.

I turned off the TV, said a silent goodbye to life as I know it, then followed her out to the car.

We drove to the Doctors in silence. All I could think about was how Esme would react. She said she loves us no matter what, but does she really mean that?

I followed her to the receptionists desk. "Name?" The blonde lady behind the counter asked.

"Isabella Cullen." Esme answered for me.

"Take a seat. Dr Wright will come get you momentarily."

Esme and I sat down on the hard plastic chairs. She grabbed a People Magazine, and I picked at my finger nails. I tapped my foot against the floor nervously, and chewed my bottom lip.

"Isabella Cullen?" A young lady with a long brown ponytail walked into the waiting room. Esme and I stood up and walked over to her. "Hi there, I'm Doctor Wright, you must be Isabella," She looked at me.

"Bella," I corrected, "yes." I shook her hand.

"And you must be her mother." Dr Wright smiled at Esme.

"Yes, I'm Esme Cullen," She smiled warmly at the Doctor.

"Bella, do you want your mom to come in with us, or wait out here?"

"Stay here please." I looked apologetically at Esme.

Esme returned to her plastic seat, and Dr Wright led me to a small room. She sat down on a rolling chair and told me to sit on a plastic chair across from her.

"Wow Bella," She said flipping through her clipboard, "It looks like you sure have moved around a lot. And I see here that you changed your last name last month."

"I was in the Foster care system up until last month. Then the Cullen's adopted me. They are the first real family I have ever had, and I wanted to take their last name."

"Ok Bella, so it says here that you came today because you have been sick for the past week. Is that right."

"Mhmm." I nodded. Sick, pregnant, whats the difference really?

"So I'm going to ask you a few questions. Is that alright."

"Sure." Could I actually say no?

"So first off, how old are you?"

"I'm 15. A freshman in High School."

"Any history of illness or severe injuries?"

"No."

"How have you been adjusting to your new home?"

"I love it!" I gushed, "They are such an amazing family!"

"You get along with you siblings?"

"Yes, they are all amazing. And they all made me feel so welcome when I first came."

"And your parents?"

"I really like them. Carlisle and Esme are the most amazing people I have ever met." I'm sure going to miss them when they kick me out.

"And you like your new school?"

"Yes. All the kids are really nice. I have even made some good friends."

"So Bella, what exactly is wrong. What kind of sickness?"

"I'm flu like in the morning, and get really dizzy. In the evenings though I feel fine, unless I have chicken." May as well be honest, she was going to find out either way.

"Has chicken ever bothered you before?"

"No, never."

"And you only get sick in the morning?"

"Yes."

"When was your last period?"

I took a deep breath, "Seven weeks ago." I whispered. This was it...we were getting close.

"Bella, are you sexually active?"

"Yes." I whispered, even quieter.

"For how long now?"

"Almost two years."

"Are you on the pill?" She set her clipboard down, and looked at me. Her face was full of compassion, like she knew exactly what I was going through.

"No." I chocked out.

"Did he use protection?"

"Yes...except..." Except that one fucking night.

"Except what?" I didn't respond, "Bella, what you tell me here is confidential. I don't have to tell your mom the things you don't want her to know."

"I don't think I'm sick." I said, then the tears started flowing. "I didn't...It got out of hand...I mean...it...I...I didn't...I didn't...I..." I was crying too hard to get a complete sentence out.

"Bella," Dr Wright spoke softly. "Have you taken a pregnancy test?"

I was crying to hard to answer, so I just reached into my purse, and pulled out the stick. "I'm sorry!" I sobbed.

"Bella, do you want me to get your mom?"

"No..no!" I shook my head. I hadn't planned to break down like this, but everything was so overwhelming. Being here, talking to a doctor, it made it feel so...real.

"Okay, well lets first of all confirm that you are pregnant. Then I will perform a general physical. Is that okay?" She asked.

I took a few deep breaths, and eventually calmed down. "Yes." She handed me a gown, and I went to change into it.

Forty five minutes later I was dressed in my sweats again, sitting in the small room waiting for Dr Wright to return with my results. Not that there was any doubt in my mind that it would come back positive. I wonder if I will finish high school? Go to College? Have a career? Maybe I could do online school, or maybe Esme could watch the baby...if I was still allowed to live with them.

The door opened, and Dr Wright walked in holding some papers. She shut the door behind her, and sat down. She looked at the papers, then looked at me. She nodded, confirming what I had already known. I took a deep breath, then looked up at her.

"What now?" I whispered. "What do I do? They are going to send me back."

"Bella I doubt they will send you back. You are their daughter, and I'm sure they will love you no matter what. Are you planning on carrying the baby to term?"

"Yes, this is my only blood family. I'm going to keep it...and raise it."

"Are you sure? That is a huge responsibility. I think we should call your mother in here. We can tell her together about this. I will tell you all of your options, and give you some pamphlets. I will refer you to a family councilor who will help you with whatever you decide to do."

"Tell Esme?" I asked.

"She has to know." Dr Wright said. "But I will tell her with you. It will be okay. Should we go get her?"

"I...I...I guess..." I stood up and followed her out into the waiting room.

"Mrs Cullen?" Dr Wright asked, "Could you please join us?"

"Of course." Esme stood up and followed us back to the room. I refused to look at her. She sat down in the chair next to me, and Dr Wright sat across from us.

"Is Bella okay?" Esme asked, worried.

"Shes not sick." The doctor answered. Then she looked at me. I felt like I couldn't breath. I looked at Esme's heart shaped face, he caramel hair falling around it. She looked so worried, but I knew that by relieving the worry I would only be igniting the anger.

"Mrs Cullen, Bella has something very difficult she would like to tell you. Please hear her out before you say anything."

"Of course, Bella, are you okay?"

"Esme, I am so, so sorry. I..." I took a deep breath.

"Esme, I'm pregnant." I whispered,

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