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"Esme, I am so, so sorry. I..." I took a deep breath. "Esme, I'm pregnant." I whispered,

She looked at me, shock written clear across her face. "Bella..." She said in disbelief.

"I'm so sorry Esme." I looked down at my hands. "Are... are you going to send me back?"

"I don't get it." She finally said. "Bella, how long..."

"Almost seven weeks." Dr Wright said.

"In the foster home?" Esme asked.

"At a party. There was this football player... I said no, but I guess he had been drinking...I tried to stop him...It got out of hand...I am so, so sorry Esme!"

"I should have seen the signs, morning sickness, the certain foods...how could I have missed it..." She shook her head.

"Most mothers don't see the signs, or don't want to see them at least." Dr Wright said. "But you can't dwell on the past. You have to think about your options."

"I already told you, I don't have any options. I'm keeping it." I said firmly.

"Bella, what about adoption? You are only a child yourself... I don't think your ready for a baby." Esme said quietly.

"No!" I shouted, "I'm not giving my baby away. I was given up as a baby. I know first hand how horrible that it! I know, and have experienced all of the horrible things that happen in some of those homes. No parents to love you, or care about you. No, no fucking way am I putting my baby into one of those hell holes!"

"You can negotiate an open adoption. You can choose the family your baby goes to. You can keep in touch with the family, and watch your baby grow up." Dr Wright handed me a pamphlet on open adoptions.

"I said no!" I cried, throwing the pamphlet on the ground, "I'm keeping my baby!" How could they even think of making give my baby away. It was mine, and I want to keep it.

"You don't have to make that decision right now. But if you are planning on carrying your baby to term, there are some things you need to know." She went on to tell me about proper nutrition, and about environmental hazards. She gave me a list of all the things I should do to ensure the health of my baby, as well as all of the things I should avoid.

"What about school?" I asked, after she finished telling me of all the activities I should avoid.

"That is a decision that you and your family will have to make. The baby was conceived six weeks and six days ago, October 20th. That makes your due date in and around July 20th. You could finish your freshman year, have your baby in the Summer and then either go back to school in September if your parents are willing to care for the baby during the day, or you could always consider online education or home schooling. That is, if you are keeping the baby."

"I am keeping the baby." I insisted.

"We'll talk about it at home, okay Bella?" Esme said. "This will have to be a family decision."

We made an appointment to come back in three weeks, then Esme and I left. She carried a binder full of information under her arm as we silently walked out to the car.

"We are going to meet with a family therapist." She told me as we climbed into the car. "You, me and Carlisle. We have an appointment for tomorrow after school."

School.

I was probably going to finish my freshman year at my current school. What were people going to say? They were going to find out, I mean thats inevitable. I'm going to get huge. I have never been bigger then a size 2 in my life, and soon I will need elastics on the front of my jeans.

"Bella, why didn't you tell anyone that he raped you?" She glanced at me.

"Esme, you have no idea what I was like back then. You know nothing about who I was." I hadn't told anyone about all of the guys I slept with. Not that anyone would care.

"When you don't have a family to tell you how much they love you...when people throw you out of their homes because you aren't good enough, when your whole life is in a suitcase...you'll do anything for someone to tell you that they love you. Being thirteen is hard, and its even harder when you are going through everything alone. I just needed someone to say 'I love you.'"

"Bella..." She whispered.

"I wasn't smart, okay. I know that. I was downright stupid. I don't want to talk about this anymore." I crossed my arms, and stared out the window.

"Bella..." She repeated. "I'm so sorry."

"Its not your fault." I told her.

"Still, I wish you had told me."

"Told you what," I snapped, "That your new daughter is a knocked up slut? Sorry, but I didn't think that would make a very good first impression."

"Maybe we need this therapy more then I thought," She muttered under her breath. I ignored her, staring at the blur of green outside my window.

To my relief the rest of the ride home was silent.

Esme dropped me off at home, then went to get the kids from school. Emmett and Edward were already home since our high school ends an hour earlier then the middle school.

"Hey Belly Button!" Emmett greeted as I walked into the house. He eyed the binder in my arms. "Whats in there?" He asked.

"Nothing." I growled.

"Aw, come on Bells!" He whined, "Tell me!"

"Its nothing!" I cried, and ran towards the stairs.

"You better leave her alone Em, she doesn't look very happy." Edward warned as I ran into my room.

I threw the binder on my bed, the went over to my computer. When I went on my facebook I saw that Jessica and Angela had both commented on my status.

Jessica said, "Whats wrong Bells? Are you sick? We missed u at school =( Are you okay?"

Angela just said, "Call me if you want to talk."

Thats why I love Ang. She is caring, and always there for you. She doesn't pry though. I wonder if she will still be my friend after she finds out.

I picked up my phone, tempted to call Angela, but then I set it down. I don't think I'm ready for my friends to find out yet. I'd tell the rest of family before I told anyone else.

I eyed the binder, afraid to open it. I knew it was full of pamphlets encouraging me to give my baby to a family that can properly care and support it, and I just can't do that.

I threw the binder on the floor, then flopped onto my bed. I wonder where the baby will go? I doubt Alice will want to have a screaming baby in our room. I wonder what gender it will be? I got placed my hand on my stomach.

I love you baby, I thought, You and I are going to stick together, right? We're gonna be there for each other. I smiled at the thought of some one loving me unconditionally. Not just saying they love me to get me in bed, but a little baby who will rely on me, and love me no matter what.

"Bella!" Alice danced into our bedroom. I sat up, and looked at her. Alice is small for her age, and has short black hair. She is incredibly graceful, and has endless amounts of energy.

She is so innocent, and I tried to picture my self at 13...I was the polar opposite of Alice. She was lucky that Carlisle and Esme saved her in time. She was in a foster home too, but they adopted her when she was eight, before anything truly bad could happen to her.

"Hi Alice." I smiled, kicking the binder under my bed.

"Are you feeling better?" She asked, sitting down next to me.

"Sort of," I shrugged.

"Thats good." She smiled. "Mom wants to talk to you. She told me to tell you to go see her in her room."

"Thanks, Alice." I mumbled.

I knocked on Esme's door quietly. "Come in!" She called. I opened the door, and peered into her and Carlisle's master suite.

She was sitting on her bed with her laptop in front of her. She motioned for me to sit next to her.

"Come join me Bella," She patted the spot next to her. "Lets watch a movie."

I will dedicate the chapter to the person, or people, who guess what movie Esme wants her to watch =) Please review!!!!

Lots of Love, Alice