a/n: I know im late on this update and im sorry. Currently, im writing this from school. Im in study hall, the most pointless part of the school day. Honestly, all everyone does is sleep or do nothing, not that I complain. Lol. Anyway, I would like between 140 and 155 reviews before the next update! Thanks and enjoy this chapter!

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This chapter is dedicated to strawberry Poptarts, nuff said :)

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His Gift

Chapter 7:

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"A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for." – Unknown.

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Time stood still and I counted how long the silence went on and on.

One…two…three…four…five…six…

I was staring at my hands in my lap; I didn't want to look up to see what Charlie's reaction was. I just wanted life to be normal again, like it was before Edward left or I got pregnant.

…ten…eleven…twe—

"Isabella?"

I inwardly cringed: he had used my full name. This was bad.

I looked up, dreading what Charlie's face would hold. I was afraid of what he would say. I didn't want to hear. I just wanted everything to be normal again.

What did I do to deserve this? I though as I looked up at Charlie's face.

I almost laughed. Almost.

Charlie's face could be described as a 2-year-old on caffeine with finger-paints. It was red, then a deep purple, and then stark white.

"Yes-s?" I answered after a while, trying to be strong. It didn't work. My stuttering gave me away.

"Is…" Charlie paused and took a deep breath, probably to calm himself down, "…is this…t-true?"

I nodded, looking over to Jake. He was an unmoving statue. Some help he would be.

Charlie turned from the palest white to a dark red-ish purple-ish. I cringed again, knowing this wasn't a good sign.

"Who…Who's the father?!" Charlie demanded. I could tell he was very very close to boiling point, and that he was due to explode any second now.

"Um……The-e father is…"

I couldn't say it. I couldn't lie to him. The baby was Edward's and it felt wrong to lie.

"Tell him Bella." Jake muttered to me from my side. He probably knew what I was feeling right now. How could he read me like that?

"The father is…J-J…Jake." I breathed quietly.

Maybe, if I was lucky, Charlie wouldn't be so mad since he likes Jake. Maybe he would forgive us and help us out. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be mad anymore.

"I-Isabella!?" Charlie shouted in rage.

Uh oh. I guess my luck sucks as much as my life. Who coulda guessed? I thought to myself.

I blinked up at Charlie, who was now standing in front of Jake and I.

"How could you be so…so…so stupid?!" He shouted, "How could you not protect yourself?"

Protection? Charlie sounded like an after-school special. I almost laughed.

Almost

Then I felt like slapping myself on the forehead. The thought completely slipped my mind.

Woopsies. I thought, thinking back to that night with Edward.

Weather it was the drugs for my arm, the heat of the moment, or some other third thing, the thought of protection was forgotten completely by Edward and I.

Woopsies I thought again.

"Why didn't you use protection, Bells?" Charlie demanded an answer.

I couldn't think of any reason why Edward and I didn't use any protection. I guess we figured we didn't need any since vampires couldn't have children. We were wrong and it came back to bite us in the ass. Well, the womb, to be more specific.

"Bella!?" Roared Charlie, "Answer me!"

"Well, Charlie, we were a little busy and it kinda slipped out minds." Jake's voice was way way to cheerful for this situation.

I turned to look at Jake; I was going to kill him. How could he say that?! How could he be so cheerful about this?!

"What?!" Charlie turned dark purple. Uh oh. "Your just forgot?!"

"Uhh. Yeah." Jake shrugged.

"Jake!" I hissed at him but he seemed to ignore me.

Almost instantly and quite suddenly, Charlie seemed to calm down. His face went back to normal color and he turned to look at me. I blinked up at him. He opened his mouth and I cringed, knowing what he was going to say wasn't going to be a good thing.

"You're going to get an abortion. No if, ands, or buts about it. You're getting one and that's final."

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Woah! Shoker, huh? Lol. Thanks for reading. And remember: I would between 140 and 155 reviews before the next update. Thanks again‼ :)