Disclaimer: I don't own Eclipse.
A/N: Okay, well, I guess you wonder why Demetri said what he did and make April all suspicious. Maybe he smells something they didn't? Hmm… Find out in The Hunter of Forks! Lol, I've always wanted to do that… PS: Sorry I haven't posted in so long, I've been so busy with so many different things.
We were undressing. He stood in only his pants now. I was in my underwear and there it was. My scar across my stomach that was the only reminder of that night. Embry ran his hand over it.
"Was that from the werewolf?" He asked. I stared at it and nodded. He never knew that I had a scar, but he was good at connecting the dots.
"It's the one scar that is visible, the rest are emotional," I said while looking at myself in the mirror. I looked the same as before I left. Brown curls, bright blue eyes, drop dead abs, semi-full lips, tan skin, a few freckles, the same old same old. Yet, something was different now. My skin glowed, my eyes sparkled, my hair shined, like before I was a dead body and someone or something breathed life into me. Is that how everyone saw me? A lifeless body with no will to live, but trapped? Is that how Embry first saw me, or did he see this spark, spry girl.
"I didn't realize that you could scar," Embry said. He appeared behind me in the mirror and rubbed my scar. His rough hand over its soft flesh was like cake and frosting. They just went together. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. He definitely did need the shower, but there was something else there, a scent I hadn't smelled in 3 years. My father's cologne.
"Um, let's hop in," I finished undressing myself and so did Embry. I looked back at the mirror. A face was there, it looked like me, but it wasn't me. It was a girl who died a long time ago, 3 years ago. I smiled at her, and she smiled back.
Yes, I realize that that girl is actually me, but she's a me that I hadn't seen in a very long time. I think I like that me.
"April, get in I'm freezing," Embry chattered, snapping me out of my trance. I nodded and looked back at the mirror. There I was again, but something had changed, like a sudden epiphany. I stepped away from the mirror towards the shower.
"What was all that about?" Embry asked ask I got into the shower. I shrugged.
"I thought I saw something," I mumbled. Something felt a little wrong too. Like, I was going to be sick. I pushed the door to the shower open, flung the lid to the toilet open, and vomited my guts out.
"April! Baby, you okay?" I shook my head. I wasn't okay, something was really wrong.
"Do you want me to get Carlisle?" I nodded my head. He turned the water off, dried himself, got dressed, and left for Carlisle. I rested my head against the rim of the toilet. What was wrong? I never got sick. I barley stood long enough to get dressed again. Carlisle and Embry walked in several minutes after I got dressed.
"What is the matter?" Carlisle asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I realized that I hadn't flushed the toilet yet, so I pointed to the toilet. Carlisle looked in and backed away immediately.
"Something is wrong, you may just be sick, nothing else, April," he said.
"Just sick? Nothing else? Carlisle, I never get sick, my immune system is too good for that! It has to be something else!" I screamed. He sighed.
"I can run a couple of tests, maybe an ultrasound, but I doubt I'll find anything but some white blood cells," he said.
"I don't care, run the tests, find out what the hell is going on," I yelled. I felt weird again, and then puked in the toilet again. Embry held my hair back. Carlisle left and Esme came in the bathroom.
"Sorry for the mess," Embry said for me as I threw up, again.
"It's no problem, she can't help it," she said with a smile. When I was done throwing up, I flushed the toilet and Embry picked me up and took me to the bed.
"Get some sleep, I'll wake you up when Carlisle is ready for tests."
"Thank you Embry, sorry I'm so sick."
"Don't worry about it, you can't help it. Just get some rest." Embry left and I fell asleep.
I never got visions in sleep, or at least not usually, but I could tell it was a vision because my dreams were never like this and it was so vivid. There was a little girl sitting on my lap, she had Embry's eyes and my curls. Her nose was small, but she had full lips. She was wearing a tutu and ballet slippers, which stood out against her tan skin. She was watching something with me. Embry was beside me, he was fully dressed, or his term of fully, and holding a water bottle. The little girl bounced off of my lap and joined a large group. They danced with grace and style. She twirled, jumped, and posed beautifully.
"Good job May, keep it up!" Embry called out. The girl smiled and bowed. I clapped and smiled.
"April? Baby, wake up. Carlisle's ready for the tests," Embry's voice pierced the vision.
"The baby!" I shot up yelling. Embry backed away.
"What baby? We don't have a baby," he said. I shook my head and lifted my shirt. No bump was present, yet.
"Embry, I swear, I'm pregnant. I just had a vision, and there was a little girl who looked just like us. She's going to be a ballerina. Embry, I swear it's true," I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up.
"Well, you're feeling better. Let's go see Carlisle."
"No! He won't find anything, I swear. I get it now, I'm pregnant, but it's too early to tell. That's why Carlisle can't find anything."
"Okay, well, it might be different this time," He pulled me along. Downstairs, Carlisle was waiting with car keys.
"We're going to the hospital. I can't fit all the equipment in here." He opened the door and we both walked out. Embry held my hand and opened the door for me. I got in, he shut it and then walked back to the house. Carlisle got in and started the car.
"Carlisle, I swear, I'm pregnant, but it's too early for tests. I had a vision of the baby." I said. He sighed.
"April, a dream is different from a vision. You probably had a dream because you're delirious. Don't confuse that with your visions," He said while concentrating on the road. I opened my mouth, but quickly shut it, because he was probably right. It could be possible that I was sick, but something in my gut told me I was pregnant, maybe the baby?
We arrived at the hospital and walked in. The smell of the chemicals made my stomach churn.
"If you need to throw up, I have a bucket," Carlisle whispered. I nodded and bit the inside of my lip so that I wouldn't puke. It helped with the nausea.
"Carlisle? Are you going to do the experiments?"
"Yes, except for one that you're almost human for."
"Which one?"
"The pregnancy test. I have to trust your instincts too, but remember what I said." I nodded. Though, I know that there was something different about this. It wasn't just an ordinary dream, it had to be a vision. We headed to the front desk where an older lady sat and typed.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Delierus, I'm in, and can you tell Dr. Mithro that he has an appointment for 3:30?" Carlisle spoke with the lady. She sighed and handed Carlisle a card. He handed the card to me without looking at it. It had the name "Remedy Mithro" along with an address and phone number. I shrugged and shoved it in my pocket. Carlisle pulled me to the elevator. I saw four buttons; B, 1, 2, and 3. Carlisle hit 2 and off we went. We got out and headed to a back room. Carlisle started working the machines and hooked me up. I was guessing the white blood cell count was first. A little blood was taken and Carlisle pressed a gauze to my arm. He ran the blood into the machine. After a few moments, it dinged.
"Hm, it says that your white blood count is normal. It must be something else. I'm sending you down to the first floor with Dr. Mithro now. And April, be good for her, please." He looked at me with his companionate eyes. I sighed and nodded. He smiled slightly and let me go, but first gave me a bucket. I chuckled and left. I got into the elevator and hit the 1 button. I headed towards the waiting area. I was there for a few minutes before a short, blond nurse with enormous stomach.
"April DeLoine?" A nurse called out. I stood up; as I had seen a few people do as I passed through the lobby. She smiled.
"Dr. Mithro will see you now," she waved her arm to the back. I followed her to a back room again. She took my weight, blood pressure, height and temperature. She wrote her notes and left. A few minutes later a young, brunette stepped into the room. She was tall and a little on the chubby side, but a good chubby. She had a large nose and squinty green eyes. She bit her thin lip and looked through a file folder. She had a southern accent.
"Okay, so according to your blood test, you have a normal count of white blood cells, which leaves two possible explanations for your vomiting. One, you're pregnant, or two, you're bulimic. I'll run your blood again for HGI, but I doubt anything will show, but it you end up throwing…" right as she said throwing, I threw up into the bucket.
"Okay then, well, I'm going to just look here and this will be much faster than running your blood," she said before looking in the bucket. She twisted her mouth and turned around and grabbed a latex glove. She snapped it on and started digging in my vomit. I looked away.
"Well, I can tell right away that you are not bulimic. Your food in here is digested enough that it's not possible for you to be bulimic. With bulimia, you see the food as more whole. So the most logical answer is that you are indeed pregnant, but I would assume it is a little too early for the tests to pick it up. I'm guessing the fertilized egg just embedded around the time you first felt nauseous. It's that or it could be PMS. I'll schedule you for a blood test in about six weeks, okay dear?" she said. I nodded. I wasn't just dreaming, I was having a vision. A little baby, but for how long? It seemed that she would grow fast, considering the time of my vision. If it did grow fast, then how long would I be pregnant? Would I be able to have the baby with Dr. Mithro? What would she say if I never showed up for appointments?
"Dear? I know this will be hard, so I'm going to send this home with you. Maybe it will help explain some things," she said before handing me a magazine. It had an unborn child on the front and was, to tell the truth, a little creepy.
"Thank you, Dr. Mithro," I replied.
"Oh, no problem sweetie, I remember my first child. A bouncy baby boy, I named him Tanner. He's about your age, you are about fifteen, right?"
"18, doctor."
"Well, that's a little better. That doesn't change how confusing and challenging it can be, though. Relatives are a big help and don't be afraid to ask about anything that's bugging you. You live with the Cullen's, right?"
"Yeah, they've technically adopted me. My real parents died when I was fifteen."
"Oh, you poor dear. Well if you have any questions, ask Dr. Cullen and he may know. And I'm sure one of those kids there will pitch in with the baby, that is, if you're pregnant. For all we know at this stage is that it may possibly be PMS, but it's rare for girls to vomit as a sign of PMS."
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome. Well, I think you're done here, have a good day." She opened the door. I took the bucket and left.
"How was it?" Carlisle asked when I got to the waiting room.
"She says I'm pregnant, or it's PMS, but she scheduling a blood test in six weeks," I replied. He nodded and held the door open for me.
How bad could this be?