Chapter 6: Uh, Oh

It had been a couple of weeks since I'd gone back to the foster home after running away. I hadn't wanted to go back home but the Cullens convinced me to do so. I guess I never really had much of a choice in the matter. I was a minor after all. I had about four more years before I could legally run away and never return.

Oh my foster parents had been angry. Not because they actually gave a crap about my wellbeing, no, because if I had gotten myself killed they would no longer get money from the state to care for me. Those had been their exact words. The words again were like steak knives stabbing me in the heart. It was just a reinforcement of what I always knew. That nobody actually gave a crap about me.

They'd been extra cruel to me over the past few weeks to make sure that I was "kept in line," and didn't "do anything else stupid,". I just did the best that I could to keep to myself and stay out of trouble. As soon as I got home from school I locked myself in my bedroom and wouldn't come out until dinner time. Then I would lock myself in my room for the rest of the night after that. I would just do my homework, read books, or watch TV.

One day, a few weeks later, I woke up feeling sick to my stomach. As soon as I sat up I felt the urge to toss my cookies. I got up and sprinted to the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet in time to throw up. After a few minutes I felt well enough to eat breakfast and then I continued about my day as usual. The next morning I woke up feeling sick once again. I brushed it off. But by the fifth day, Saturday morning, I was feeling very worried when I woke up and threw up again.

Maybe I should go see a doctor. I thought to myself. I couldn't ask my foster parents to take me to the hospital. They never wanted me to bother them with things like going to the doctor. At least the emergency room was easy to get to. I just had to get on a bus and then I would be there in about thirty minutes.

Luckily my foster family was gone for the day. My foster parents were taking their real daughter out for her birthday. Brittany was a piece of work. She was the same age as me and she treated me as badly as her parents treated me. I tried my best to stay out of her way. I couldn't even stand sitting with her in the few classes we had together.

There were a lot of people waiting to be seen that day. Even the line to check in was long. I sighed, I knew that I was going to be there a long time. I picked up a magazine and began to read. After an hour and a half of waiting my name was finally called. I was only sitting in the doctor's office for about five minutes when I heard the door open.

"Well Nessie. I didn't think we'd see each other again in these circumstances,"

"Dr. Cullen?" I was shocked to see the man who I'd only met a few weeks prior here.

"I see you're as shocked to see me as I am to see you," he mused.

"Yeah, that's putting it mildly. What are you doing here?"

"We just moved here last week. Edward, Bella, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, and Anthony will be starting school on Monday. It just so happens that they'll be attending the same high school as you,"

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing Anthony again. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to be alone with him again. Even just thinking about him was arousing me.

"So Nessie, what brings you in here today?"

"I'm just worried because I have been sick on and off for the past few days. At first I thought maybe it was some kind of stomach bug but it hasn't gone away,"

"Sick? How so?"

"I've just been waking up sick. I get up every morning, throw up for a few minutes, and then I'm fine like nothing,"

"How has your appetite been? How have you been sleeping?"

"I've been sleeping normally. But I have been a lot more hungry than usual lately,"

Dr. Cullen looked at me curiously. "I'm sorry but I have to ask you this Renesmee but when was your last period?"

Uh oh. I was stumped. I hadn't even thought about my period. But now that I thought about it I realized that my period was three weeks late. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

"I think it was about seven weeks ago. My period is three weeks late,"

"And have you been sexually active since your last period?"

"No, well, I mean, I've only had sex one time but-"

"And one time is all that it takes to get pregnant. Nessie I'm going to have you do a pregnancy test right now and I will analyze the results myself. Then we will proceed from there,"

I did as I was instructed to do so. Dr. Cullen came back about twenty minutes later. Well Nessie it seems that you are pregnant,"

Holy hell. This was not good. This was not good at all. Oh no. "I'm going to do an ultrasound on you to determine how far along you are,"

He had me go to a different exam room where he hooked me up to the machine. An image appeared on the screen. "Do you see this right here?" he pointed to a spot on the image. "That's the fetus. You're about five weeks pregnant. Congratulations it looks like you're going to have a boy,"

"Isn't it too soon to tell what it is?"

"For most doctors it is. But I have a very good eye. But right now there are other things that need to be discussed in regards to prenatal care,"

"Prenatal care," I felt dizzy at the thought.

"I know it's all a bit overwhelming for you right now but making sure you and the baby are healthy is extremely important. So we need to go over these things,"

I put my face in my hands. "I can't believe this. Anthony and I only did it once-"

"Anthony? Nessie, are you talking about my grandson Anthony?"

"Yes. It happened before everyone got home. When it was just him and I there. Yes, we did it. I'm assuming he didn't tell you," I groaned.

"No. He hasn't said anything to anyone about this. Oh boy,"