Disclaimer- I am not Stephanie Meyer, so I do not own Twilight.

MPOV-

I woke up in a sweat. Again. My night gown was stuck to my body, and my bangs were matted to my forehead.

And my husband was patrolling. Again.

I looked at the clock, which read three a.m.

Well shit. This was the fourth time I'd woken up in sweat. And that's just this week.

Suddenly I leaped out of bed, a bd red to the bathroom.

The bile rose, and I vomited into the toilet. I felt like crap for several reasons, which I will now bore you with.

I'd woken up a total of eighteen times with a bad dream this month. I have been throwing up for the past three days, and my husband was never home.

I needed to talk to the one person who always seemed to give a crap: my dad.

The kids where with Rose and Emmett because I thought Jake would be home earlier so we could..yea I'm not even going to say it.

I pulled on a pair of skinny leg jeans, a blue t-shirt, and a hoodie. I pulled on my converses and walked out the house and to daddy's house.

He opened the door before I was even on the porch.

''Hi daddy,'' I smiled.

''Hi, angel,'' he smiled before kissing my forehead.

''Daddy.. I have been throwing up for the past few nights...can you see what is wrong,''' I asked

''Sure,'' he awnsered before leading me upstairs to his examination room.

I wasn't really paying attention as he walked around the room, gathering various instruments.

I was thinking about how well Jacob had handled a lot of the shit that had been dumped on us: Our baby almost dying, m being taken by the Volturi, my telling him about my r-r...and a lot of the other shit that has happened.

''Micha,'' daddy said, his gold eyes angry and hurt...what was wrong?

''Daddy? What's wrong,'' I asked.

''Micha...you're pregnant.

This was terrible. Jacob and I had just out that if I ever got pregnant again, due to my last two difficult pregnancies, I would never survive. I'd die while giving birth or immediately afterwards.

I got up and left. Not sayinbg goodbye, because I was two distracted worrying about how Jacob would react.