A/N: I am SO sorry for the wait. I was horrible with updating this summer and I hope I haven't lost any readers because of my sporadic updates. I've had some writer's block with this story and I wrote a chapter a few weeks ago that I was not satisfied with at all, so I didn't post it. I sat down tonight with this idea in mind and this all came easily to me. It's pretty much Leah's POV of everything. The first scene is how she reacts to her pregnancy, the second is how Embry reacts, the third is why she exactly hates Melody, and the last is a little preview of what the next chapter is going to be like that. I also posted a SethxOC story and if all my readers could check it out, it would be amazing! I hope this was worth the wait.

Leah's POV

Finding out I was pregnant was one out of the three biggest shocks of my life. The other two would be; becoming a werewolf and my fiance leaving me for my cousin, who took him in with open arms. I've never had fate on my side and to be honest, I think God just might hate me. I wonder sometimes what I did to deserve this fate. What could I have possibly done in my life that made me deserve to lose the love of my life to my best friend? I still don't know what I did, I don't think I ever will. Despite turning into a wolf and losing the love of my life, finding out I was pregnant was the icing on the cake. I'd say nothing can top off this, but I'm afraid if I say that, life will throw something else at me. To be honest, I don't know how much more I can take.

It's weird how two little blue lines changed my life forever. Two lines showed up on that test and I could never be the same Leah Clearwater I had been two minutes ago. Two blue lines that meant you are a mom and now your life will never be the same. It's an overwhelming feeling of a million different emotions. Fear. Angry. Regret.

Excitement. It's change staring you right in the eyes and knowing you have no ways to stop it, but I did have choices.

Adoption.

Abortion.

Motherhood.

Run away.

I decided against adoption right away. I couldn't give away a baby with two werewolf parents to a completely normal human family. What happens when/if that baby phases one day? How can anyone besides us Quileute people explain that to him/her?

I looked up abortion clinics online and watched enough pro choice videos that I convinced myself that my baby was not a real baby. I actually called a Planned Parenthood in Port Angles and made an appointment for a consultation. I don't know when it hit me though that I couldn't kill this blob of life in me. I've complained and cried so many times over the fact that I could never have a baby, what kind of a person would that make me if I got what I wanted and then killed it. My baby was a baby, not a fetus.

Running away sounded so fucking fantastic that I stayed up one night and looked up airplane tickets and pictures of places all over the country that I could call home. Small towns. Big towns. Reservations. Islands. Running away meant that I wouldn't have to tell the pack, my mom, my baby brother, and especially Embry. I can almost picture how everyone would react to my pregnancy. My mom would scream and lecture on all the responsibility this will bring and tell me how disappointed Dad would be in me. Seth would grin like an idiot, he always loved babies, but then I think he'd pass out when I tell him who the father is. The pack will hate me a little bit more because let's face the disgusting fact that imprints are accepted way more into the pack then me, an actually PACK member. I don't know what the fuck Embry will say because this means hello fatherhood I never asked for and goodbye Melody for him. I didn't want to face people and if I ran away, I would never have to.

Motherhood was the most terrifying of my choices, but the best one. I couldn't kill my baby. I couldn't hand it over and give someone else the responsibility. I couldn't run away either, that would be selfish. I was going to be a mom, I needed to be selfless.

"I'm pregnant."

It was the first time I actually said it aloud and it felt weird to acknowledge my pregnancy anywhere but my mind.

The look on his face was classical. A look between complete horror and shock. Now of course I didn't expect to him to jump up and down with excitement and grab my hand to go look at cribs and baby name books, but damn, did he really have to look at me like I just told him Melody died after fucking Quil?

"No. No you're not Leah," he said with his fist clenched at his side.

I smirked and raised my eyebrow, "Really? So six positive pregnancy tests lied to me. Oh! Doctor Leech lied too, right?" I said with sarcasm dripping off every word.

"You can't have kids Leah," he said deathly calm. "Is this some kind of sick joke to make me feel worse about what we did?" he said as his voice escalated and his frame continued to shake.

"Nope, no joke. Just me knocked up," I said with a wide smile that I threw in the situation for Embry's irritation.

That's when he realized this was no joke, just sick reality. "WHAT THE FUCK I'M I SUPPOSE TO DO LEAH!?" he roared, "I have a life, a girlfriend, A FUCKING IMPRINT."

I had to roll my eyes at that. The pack acts like imprinting is the best thing in the entire world. My brother craves it with everything in him and the rest of the guys that are unlucky enough to have an imprint are now completely whipped and really annoying. What happened to natural falling in love? Therefore I had no sympathy for his complains on what he was going to do with that little barbie doll girlfriend of his.

"Tell her you got bored with her and knocked up the infertile Leah Clearwater. Sound good?"

His eyes shifted off me and towards the coffee table. He was staring at this little framed picture of him and Melody. He looked at it with sad eyes, like he knew that they wouldn't be taking anymore happy couple pictures like that again. They were on the beach, Melody looking like the perfect American girlfriend in her white bikini with her tiny arms wrapped around Embry. I silently wondered what it would be like to have a picture of Embry and I in that frame. From that day forward, I had this image that I could replace Melody in Embry's life completely. I don't take disappointment well either.

I hate Melody Collins with everything I have in me. It was petty and immature, but it didn't change how I felt about her. I thought it would be a lot easier to get rid of her. She's an orphan with a dead junkie mom and a dead beat dad, she has no family keeping her in La Push. She came her with her foster family and when they left she should of too, bitch.

Not only is she a bitch, but she's a stupid bitch. According to what Kim told me, she's dating a vampire. An insanely beautiful blood sucking vampire. I laughed for about twenty minutes straight after finding out that information while Embry sat next to me looking like he was ready to scream.

I hate everything about her. I hate her stupid traditional beauty that every girl craves deep down. I hate the way she hasn't said more then twenty words to Embry since they broke up and she has more control over him then I do and I'm carrying his fucking kid. I hate how everyone feels bad for her, but no one even thinks about the struggles I'm going through.

I hate the fact that she's 5 feet tall and weighs about a hundred pounds and she's still stronger then me.

I hate how she captivated the hearts of my whole family in less then a year, when I don't even feel the intensity of love she gets off of them.

I hate that no matter what I say to her, she won't break.

I hate how because of her, I could never have a white picket fence family. Even though in all honesty, I didn't want it with Embry.

I hate Melody. Period.

Let's pray for paper cuts.

I pulled up to Emily's little yellow house. I don't come here a lot anymore, I'm only here to get Seth because no one knows how to answer or charge there phone. I've been thinking lately how ironic it is that Emily and I are both pregnant. We always dreamed of having kids around the same time so they could grow up being best friends, like we used to be. To be honest, I don't even care enough to ask if she's having a boy or a girl.

I smelled it when I walked through the door, that sweet lilac scent that belongs to a specific blond girl. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't have honestly of forgave him. He got another girl pregnant, who would take someone and all that baggage back? I thought of something that put an uncomfortable lump in my throat. You'd take Sam back today, pregnant fiance and all.

I opened the kitchen doors and was not surprised to see Melody back turned towards me as she talked and laughed with Kim at the kitchen table.

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!?"

That's when shit hit the fan.

A/N: Was that a totally waste of my time to write? Please take into consideration that I've never been pregnant and I'm not sure how someone would feel when realizing they're pregnant, so if I'm totally off, I apologize. Thank you for reading and please take a look at my new story "Fall Into Your Sunlight." I'd love to get to a hundred reviews! :)