When we went back to our Los Angeles home the next day, there was of course the paparazzi waiting for us at the airport. Alice came round thirty minutes after we had stepped in the door though, to make sure that we were okay, and ask what the honeymoon was like.

Alice couldn't have gone to Africa with us though as she was in England with her family. She so badly had wanted to come though, bless her, and I knew that she was sad that she had missed our wedding.

Everything went back to normal soon after we had arrived home, even though people were starting to offer me money and such for interviews. But I refused to do anything, because I wanted it to be kept private.

I knew how the paparazzi worked and I knew that they were definitely not very interested in me; they just wanted to hear the gossip about being married to Robert Pattinson, which I was definitely not willing to give.

I invited the Girls over whilst Jackson, Kellan and Rob had to go and give a few Breaking Dawn Interviews in Los Angeles. We were talking about Rachael's pregnancy over a bottle of Shloer wine.

(Rachael was constantly drinking Shloer now, as it was called the 'Adult drink', and was the closest thing to alcohol that Rachael could get hold of. But she wasn't complaining about it, and she certainly was doing a good job at sticking to her cold turkey diet with her stopping smoking and alcohol straight away.

''And there is always the bonus side of being pregnant,'' Rachael grinned as she tenderly rubbed her super-size belly bump now; at five months, Rachael was getting a very big and very obvious baby bump.

''Which is?'' I asked her curiously. She continued to grin as she remained gazing at her pregnant belly.

''Because I don't have a period.'' She admitted, laughing. It was true though, in some ways. She was free of that for another few months.

''True, that's something that we could do without more often.'' Tasha agreed, laughing in response. She was right though, having girls problems didn't exactly make me feel like the happiest person in the world.

''Well I've been lucky actually. I think I missed my period for this month.'' I admitted, because it was true. Even now, my monthlies could be missed sometimes, but the only thing was that it was worst the next month.

And that was bad for Rob. When I missed my monthly, and I had it bad the next month, I definitely wasn't very much fun to be around. I was a complete and utter fucking wreck actually. And I just didn't like doing anything that involved getting up from bed.

''What?'' I asked the Girls confused after they were exchanging funny looks from each other and to me. I looked down to see if I had split anything down me, but no…I was fine. So…why the weird looks?

''What is it?'' I asked again, confused. They were giving me the funniest looks and as if I should know why they were looking at me like that for.

''Charlie…when did you last have your period?'' Rachael asked me anxiously. I gave that some thought, because I wasn't sure myself. It had been such a long time since I had had my monthly really.

''Urm…just before the wedding.'' I replied, because I knew that it had been roughly about a month and a half since I had last had my monthlies. Rachael nodded, counting the days on her hands.

''I'm not being funny Charlie, but I don't think that's right.'' Rachael warned me, in her serious voice.

''Well….I don't know.'' Tasha commented, sounding just as confused, as she pursed her lips together and shrugged. ''Do you miss your period a lot?'' Tasha asked me curiously. I nodded, because it was true.

''Yeah…like I sometimes miss it on different months, just like randomly.'' I laughed then, unable to help myself. ''I mean come on Girlies, it's not as though I can be pregnant, I mean I-OH SHIT!'' I gasped as the activities of the honeymoon came back to me…shit. Oh my freaking god…I was panicking.

The Girls were watching me confused, knowing that something was up. I swallowed hard, and tried to act normal after the Girls asked me what was up, worried about the way that I looked right now.

''Urm…girls…I have to pop out for a minute…I just remembered…that-that I forgot…something.'' I warned them, and they nodded, getting up from the sofa.

''Is it that important?'' Tasha asked me confused. I nodded, not meeting their eyes and agreed to call them later as they were worried about me.

I rushed to the local shop round the corner as soon as they were out of the house, because I knew that the paparazzi wouldn't be round the small chemist shop.

I stuffed the two pregnancy test's into my bag, my heart racing erratically in my chest and practically ran home to do this test. I knew that Rob wouldn't be home for a good few hours yet, which gave me time to do this pregnancy test.

I raced into the bathroom, and ripped open the packet of the first pregnancy test, and did what it said. I hoped to fucking god that this was negative. There was no way that I could be pregnant at fucking twenty!

I was still in shock, and I walked slowly back to our bedroom, after completing the second test too, and placed the two pregnancy test's back onto the dressing table carefully with shaking fingers. I would just have to wait three, small minutes to get the dreaded verdict, however I knew that it would be the longest, three minutes of my life.

What if I really was pregnant? How would Rob even react about this? I wasn't too sure about that question, and I didn't like it. I had a very bad feeling about this, and I still felt like I was going to throw up.

This had been my fault, but then it still took two to tango. We had still been on our honeymoon at the time, and I knew that it had been the very last night before we went back home to Los Angeles. We had had a party with the Guys, and we had both gotten very drunk.

We were all getting drunk actually, but we were probably the most drunk by far. We had decided to go back to our hotel room early, and make the most of the honeymoon, which had been a very bad idea.

We had planned to go straight to sleep, but things hadn't happened that way. We ended up making love as soon as we were in the room, and we had been far too drunk to really know what we were doing.

Still, that wasn't an excuse, and neither was the fact that we hadn't used a condom, but that was what just happened. I forgot to take the pill in the morning as we all but rushed to the airport to get onto our plane.

And now I was to have to worry that these small, pregnancy tests would bring me. It was fair to say that I was absolutely petrified. I had been so stupid to not take precautions on our honeymoon. We had only been married for a matter of a few weeks!

And what I was going to do if I was pregnant? I hated kids…well, I didn't hate them, but I had decided long ago that I dint want them until I was at least thirty. In fact, Rob had heard me several times saying that I really didn't want kids.

I was still only twenty, and Rob was still only twenty four. I felt far too young to have Children yet, and it was probably fair to say that we both still acted like a pair of teenagers. Which was funny, but…it wasn't suitable for a Child to be brought into it.

And I knew for a definite fact that Rob absolutely hated Children, without the need to ask him. Because everybody knew that Rob hated Children; there was just no doubt about that. He was even caught quoting it in an interview.

I knew that if I was pregnant, then he wouldn't be pleased. He was still too young, like me. And as soon as I started to panic about the reaction I would soon be getting from Rob himself, I instantly started to shake, and find breathing harder again.

I eyed the pregnancy tests lying on the table, blank for the time being. I felt as though they were there to haunt me, make me look at the tests, and register what the outcome will be. I so badly didn't want this to be happening, but it was, even still.

I turned the pregnancy over furiously so that I wouldn't be able to see the result, and I tried to calm myself down; taking deep breathes, and reminding myself that Rob was my husband, and would probably support me, no matter what…probably.

The bedroom door opening caught my reaction automatically, and I blinked back the surreal tears twice, before staring hard into the mirror, and watching Rob walk into our bedroom. I forced an awkward smile at him, though I guessed that it didn't look right upon my anxious face.

I quickly looked back to the dressing table again, hiding my tears from him, out of pure embarrassment. I was actually fucking crying over something so stupid! This was my fucking fault!

I heard his quiet footsteps as he walked over to me, without saying a word. I was used to this though; he was a lot more confident with his physical contact, rather than the simple, conversational contact.

I felt him reach me, and my eyes instantly fluttered closed as soon as his bare chest came in contact with my back. The feeling of his delightfully warm, toned chest against my own body was delightful.

He must have taken his white, linen shirt off before he had reached me, and I had to admit that this was heavily distracting me from what we should be talking about right now.

His lips gently kissed the back of my neck, causing my head to throw back a little bit, giving him better access to the front of my neck too. He was such a wonderful kisser that he always left me gasping for more.

And this was why I was here in the first place; his illusive charm, and seductive accent…I shouldn't be doing this now. And with that thought in mind, I tried to tell him the very best that I could.

''Rob, I…I'm-''

''-Shh,'' he interrupted me in that glorious, rough accent of his. His hand crept up to my chin slowly, and tipped it backwards a little more, so that he had more access to my skin with his eager lips.

I instantly feel hard and deeper into his soft embrace, and I chewed on my lower-lip with eagerness. But I just had to tell him now…I had to do this before I totally lost all of my self control.

''Rob, I need…to tell you something.'' I gasped out quickly, and before he could stop me. His lips were slowly reaching my own, and I had to warn him, before this got out of hand, like I knew it would…

''Hmm?'' He whispered softly against the back of my throat, making me shiver in delight. God, he was so good at having that effect on me.

''Urm…I think…I think that I might be pregnant.'' I gasped out, before I could actually stop myself.

His lips instantly stopped moving on the side of my neck, and he froze in shock automatically. I waited for the news to sink in properly, but I wasn't expecting what happened next. With a loud thump, he fainted onto the floor, behind me. I gasped in shock, and turned to look at him; lying limply on the floor in response to the shock of it all.

I sighed heavily in response. ''That's just great.'' I muttered sarcastically. I got up from the dressing table chair and sat myself down next to him. I picked his body up as carefully as I possibly could by his shoulders, noticing how heavy Rob actually was.

I sat him up properly, and shook him gently by the shoulders. His head fell forward, and he groaned, but he refused to wake up. I sighed heavily in response, and tried to shake him a little bit more.

''Rob, come on, wake up!'' I begged, shaking him more gently again. This really was a great reaction to have when you tell your Husband that you could be pregnant! It didn't exactly help my panic.

Finally, his eyes fluttered open, and it was a whole second before his eyes found mine. They widened in shock as soon as he looked back to me.

''You're pregnant.'' He remembered in shock. I shook my head, even though I had a pretty good feeling that I was. I was over three weeks late on my period, and three weeks ago we were still on the last day of our honeymoon, having sex…without any protection.

''I'm not sure…I haven't looked at the tests yet.'' I admitted, because it was true. I still doubted whether I was pregnant or not. He nodded, still in shock, and looked back to the dressing table, where the pregnancy tests lay flat.

''Can we…look?'' He asked me hesitantly. He sounded as though he didn't want to know, and to be honest; neither did I. I didn't want to be pregnant, I didn't want a baby. I opened my mouth to say something, closed it, opened my mouth again, closed it again, before I finally forced myself to say what I had to say.

''I suppose we better.'' I agreed.

He held my hand in his, and helped me up from the floor, before we walked towards the table. He took a seat on the chair, and sat me down on his lap. We picked the pregnancy tests over together, and turned them over to look at them at the same time…

I was left speechless, dropping both tests to the floor in shock as soon as I had heard Rob's own gasp of shock.

First pregnancy test: Pregnant.

Second pregnancy test: Pregnant.

I was pregnant. I was actually fucking pregnant! There was nothing left; that was it. Life over, as far as I was concerned. The word was spelled out for me, loud and clear, PREGNANT. Fuck, how could I have been so stupid!

Rob's hand fell out of my as he took in this shock, and I gulped down a big lump that had gotten stuck in my throat, making it hard to breathe. I climbed off of him, and sat myself down onto the bed, trying my hardest to remember how to breathe in and out…

…but I failed miserably. A sob rose in my throat, and it wasn't long for the tears to start spilled over my eyes, and for me to start crying my eyes out. It was ridiculous of course; I didn't even know why I was crying for, how stupid!

Rob was still sat in the chair though, instead of walking over to me and hugging me like how he normally would. He was in as much shock as I was, maybe even more-so and we were both not handling this very well.

His eyes stayed on the floor where the pregnancy tests still laid from where I had dropped them, his eyes were still as wide as they had been a moment ago, and I realized that I definitely wasn't the only one freaking out here.

I jumped at the sound of my phone buzzing in response to someone ringing my mobile. I reached for the phone, and slowly put it to my ear, forcing myself to answer the phone after what had just happened.

''Hello?'' I asked in a very soft, quiet voice, trying t hold back the sobs and tears threatening to spill over once again as I talked. There was a very short silence on the mobile, before Rachael's voice replied.

''Charlie, are you alright?'' Rachael asked me in an anxious voice. I struggled to take just this simple question in, because I was still too badly in shock to really take anything in properly, anymore.

''Urm……yeah…I'm…fine.'' I whispered back slowly, the only way that I was finding it easier to get my words out.

''Well I'm coming round the house now, so I'll see you soon, okay?'' She asked me, still sounding worried about me.

''No honestly, I'm fine-''

''-I'll be there in twenty minutes, tops.'' She interrupted me, before hanging up on me, and leaving me to face the aftermath of this shock…

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I'm sorry for leaving it as a cliff-hanger…okay, so maybe I'm not lol! Reviews feed my obsession with writing so tell me what you think of how it was. And do you think Charlie will keep the baby?