Second Chances

Disclaimer: I own nada.

Oh, Fucking, No!

I rode with Embry in his motorcycle and stopped by the pharmacy. He told me to wait for him outside, while he went inside to buy something. I decided to cross the street and buy a pack of cigarettes. I was feeling anxious and edgy. It had been basically more than three months since I last had a cigarette and the need to smoke was increasing.

I sighed when I remembered that my brother Micah was the one that bought me my cigarettes packs back home. I ended up buying an energy drink and a Mountain Dew. I needed to get the edge off me. I felt like there was something changing in me. I couldn't pinpoint it. I was scared that Embry was going to tell me that he didn't love me anymore. If that was the case, I would cut off his dick. I had given myself completely to this relationship. It got to the point that I couldn't live without him.

When I walked out of the Quick Mart, Embry was waiting for me. He looked nervous and jumpy. He quickly crossed the street and hugged me.

"I told you to wait for me here." he said frustrated, taking my hand and guiding me to the motorcycle. "Please, next time pay attention to me. I am doing it for your own good!"

"Why?" I snapped, pulling my hand away from his. "Why should I care? You don't tell me what the fuck is going on around me. Why shoul..." I trailed off, when his honey colored orbs turned solemn and serious.

"I promise to tell you as soon as we get home." he said, turning to get on the motorcycle. I got behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel that he was tense and stiff. Something major was happening to him.

I kept quiet and didn't protest. We drove down the street at top speed and in less than fifteen minutes we were at my house. He quickly got off and offered his hand to help me down his bike. I reluctantly took his hand and let him guide me to the front door. I didn't even bother to get my keys out, since he had his own copy.

"Let me help you with the backpack." he said, taking the black bag off my shoulders and placed it on the couch. I took my shoes off and ambled to the kitchen. I was hungry and thirsty. I opened the fridge and searched for some left over, but since Embry moved in with me, there were none.

"Are you hungry?" he asked worriedly, sauntering to where I stood. "We can order a pizza." he suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

"That'll be great." I said nonchalantly, forgetting that I was angry at him. I didn't understand why I could never stay angry at the moron that stood in front of me.

"What kind of topping would you want?" he asked me, as he shoved his hand inside his pocket and retrieved his phone.

"Cheese and vegetables." I said, turning to face the fridge. I searched for something to drink and opted for a Root Beer.

I grabbed the Root Beer bottle and placed it on the counter, while I searched for a glass to pour my drink in.

"You shouldn't drink that." Embry said, taking the soda from my hand and replacing it with an apple juice box. "Drink more fruit juice."

"I want Root Beer." I said, placing the juice box on the counter and jumping to reach for my soda drink that he held high in his hand. "Give it back, idiot!" I whined.

"No, Madison. You need to change your fucking eating habits." he said earnestly. "You eat too much junk food and that's not good for your body."

"Embry, I need to eat. I'm too skinny! I need some meat on my bones. Let me eat my food!" I grumbled, turning to the counter to grab the juice box. He was not going to cave.

I walked to the dining table and took a seat. I was hungry. I watched as Embry dialed the number to order a pizza. He gave the instructions of what kinda toppings he wanted in our pizza. After five minutes of talking, he hung up and turned to face me.

"Can you wait thirty minutes?" he asked, walking to the dining table and pulled out a chair for himself.

"No, I am hungry now, Embry. I am going to make me something to eat. I can't wait thirty minutes for a pizza." I grunted, as I got up from my chair.

"No, wait for the pizza." he complained. "We can wait together!"

"Nope. I am hungry!" I said curtly, walking away from him, but he clutched my hand and forced me to face him.

"We need to talk." he said seriously, softly pushing me to my seat.

"But I am hungry" I cried.

"I know and trust me that what I have to say is more important than eating." he said, resting his elbow on the table.

"I bet that it must be important! You have been acting like a fucking protective boyfriend for a few weeks now." I whined, placing the straw between my fingers and furrowing my brows angrily. "I can't even go to the bathroom alone at night. You have to fucking follow me like a damn shadow."

I drank my juice through the straw and stared at a very impatient Embry. He looked troubled and agitated.

"I am sorry about that, but it's the only way that I feel..." he trailed off, but growled. He wanted to tell me something very important, but was afraid of how I was going to take it.

"That you feel what? In control?" I asked curtly, slamming the small carton of apple juice on the table.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't feel in control!" he said defensively.

"Really? Then what do you feel?" I snapped, placing my hand on the table.

"Madison, you are being unfair! I do it for your own safety!" he said loudly.

"What safety? I can't even go for my afternoon walks alone anymore! I am like a prisoner in my own home!" I shouted.

"Madison, stop acting so childish. You are not a prisoner. This is serious!" he said, an aggravated look on his face.

"What is so serious, Embry? All you are doing is treating me like a little girl." I said furiously.

"I know that you aren't a little girl. I am just protecting you" he said, running his hand through his face anxiously. "I have to protect you, Madie-baby."

"From what?" I asked him curiously.

"From everything, precious" he said softly, taking my hand in his. His eyes searched mine and I felt myself give in to his love.

"I hate it! I should have never..." I protested.

"Never what? Met me? Is that how you feel?" he asked curiously. There was pain in his eyes as he stared at me.

"No, idiot. I was going to say something else.. but you made me forget! Thanks a lot, dummy." I said, resting my back on the chair.

"Madison, this is serious. Before I tell you everything... I want you to do something for me." he said glumly, standing up from his seat, as he extended his hand for me to take.

"What?" I said jadedly, taking his hand in mine.

"Come." he ordered, pulling me in his arms. He gently kissed my lips and pressed his forehead against mine.

I followed him to the bathroom and stared puzzled at him. What did he want from me? Did he want us to take a shower together? Brush my teeth? Clean the bathroom? What did he want?!

"Embry, stop beating around the bushes and just fucking tell me what in the damn world is going on! I am getting angry with your fucking slowness." I said arrogantly.

He looked down at the floor and sighed. He reached in to his pocket and shook his head.

"Wait here." he instructed, walking down the hall into the living room. When he came back, he had a small paper bag in his hands and gave it to me. "Here, take this pregnancy test."

I looked down at my hands and stared up at him. What was in this damn bag? I opened the paper bag and stared baffled at him. Wait, what?

"A what? What? Wait? Is that why I smell so differently?" I asked desperately. Now I understood why Seth was congratulating me! Oh fuck!

"Just take it!" he ordered, nodding his head softly.

"You are planning on leaving me, right? That is why you been acting so funny? You want to know if I am pregnant, so you can haul ass outta here, right?" I said, feeling my heart shattering in to tiny pieces.

"No." he said offended.

Oh God, he wants to leave me! What would I do without him? I loved him, with all my heart!

"Madison!" he yelled, placing his enormous hands on my shoulders. "Dammit, woman! No! I plan to love you forever. I am not going anywhere! I will be here with you! Always and forever!" he said softly.

"Liar!" I cried, letting the pregnancy box fall to the floor.

"Have I done something that makes you think that I don't want to be with you? Tell me, because I don't recall!" he said, his face twist in a pain expression, as he bent down to pick up the box of pregnancy tests.

I stayed quiet, biting the inside of my cheeks, trying hard not to cry. I didn't want to feel vulnerable.

"No. But, this is different." I finally said, walking towards the wall and leaning against it.

"How so?" he asked disconcertingly, as he handed me the pink fucking small box.

"I might be fucking pregnant! I could be pregnant and you might want an easy way out!" I shouted, crumbling the small box with my hands.

"I won't leave you! And we won't know for sure, until you take the test, to find out if you are pregnant." he said gently.

I crossed my hands over my head and frowned. "I don't want to. You do it!" I said, pouting.

"How can I? Girls are the only ones that get pregnant." he laughed.

"Not me! You do it!" I said arrogantly, placing the box inside my pocket. I wasn't ready to become a mother!

"Me? But I can't..." he trailed off, walking to where I stood.

"Oh, Em, I don't want to know! What if I am? What if you leave me?" I said frustrated.

"I won't leave you, Love. Baby girl, we won't know until you take the test, princess." he said again.

"But it will change our future." I muttered, scratching my head nervously.

"I know. But it will still change, whether you take the test or not." he said lowly.

"You don't understand... I don't want to know if I am pregnant!" I said, my voice breaking.

"Why not?" he asked worriedly.

"Because you will leave me! You will leave me!" I croaked.

"I will not, angel. I am yours and I want to have this baby with you. I would love it even more because it came from you." he said, patting my arm softly.

"Liar!" I growled.

"Why would I lie to you? You are my world! You are my life and I am yours forever." he said unhappily.

"Forever? You promise!" I said miserably.

"Oh, god, princess! I live for you alone!" he said, wrapping me in his arms. It felt good to be held in the warmth of his embrace. I had felt so alone all day, but now I felt safe and loved in his arms.

"Promise?" I asked him, burying my face in his chest.

"I promise. I am yours, until the day I give my last breath." he said, kissing my forehead.

"Promise me, Embry. Please, promise me." I begged, pulling away from him. I looked up into his eyes and only noticed adoration in them. I knew that he was saying the truth. I took a step back and leaned against the cold wall, and slid down the it, until I was sitting on the cold floor.

"I promise." he said, sitting beside me and placing his large arm around my shoulders. "I promise to be here for you. I love you, Madie." he said softly, kissing my lips tenderly.

"OK." I said, gathering my strength. "If it's positive we will have to drive down to Georgia and get marry. Will you marry me?" I said dejectedly.

"In a heart beat." he said, sitting down beside me.

"Promise?" I asked incredulously.

"I promise. I'll drive you there myself. Nothing would make me happier than marrying you. I would love to bring our child..."

"If I am pregnant of course... " I interrupted.

"If you are with child..." he corrected. "I would love to be married to you by the time our child is born... if you are pregnant." he said, but he already knew the answer to that.

"I understand, Em. That would be nice. That way our baby is not a bastard." I said gravely.

"Yes, a bastard like me." he said despondently.

"I didn't mean it that way, Em" I quickly said.

"I know. I just... just take the test." he said brokenheartedly, he took the pink box out of my pocket and sighed. "Here."

I nodded and took the box from his hand. "Cross your fingers." I muttered, standing up. I looked down at him and he smiled at me.

"I am, sweetie." he sighed. His eyes following me as I walked towards the sink.

"What do you think it will be; positive or negative?" I asked him, as I faced the mirror.

"Positive." he whispered, causing me to spin around to face him.

"Is that... is that why I smell so differently to you and the rest of the werewolves?" I asked him.

He nodded and gave me a weary smile. "Yes." He stood up from the floor and got to his full height. I couldn't help, but stare at my boyfriend. He followed me to the bathtub and then walked to the doorway. "Ready?" he asked me, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Um, well, I think so. Yes," I whispered. I opened the box and sighed. There were three individually wrapped pregnancy tests. I held one of those stupid sticks in my hand and stared at it gloomily. My life depended on the results of that stupid thing. I opened the wrapper and unbuckled my pant.

I stopped when I saw Embry staring at me. "I need privacy." I said annoyed.

"Of course, I will be in the living room, waiting anxiously for the result." he said, spinning around to exit the bathroom. I couldn't do this on my own. I needed him beside me.

"I thought about it, OK, please don't leave me." I said sadly.

"I wasn't! I am staying for the long run, Madison." he said, smiling down at me.

"I hope so, because you are at fault." I said, pulling down my pants and sitting on the toilet.

"At fault?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, you fucked me all the time! You never said no!" I said broodingly.

"How can I say no, when you feel so good?!" he chuckled heartedly.

"I do!" I said excitedly.

"Yes, you do, woman. You know you do!" he chortled.

"Real good?" I said smiling at him. He laughed and shook his head.

"Yes, but this... kinda talk," he paused, pointing from me to him. "Is what got us in this mess in the first place, Madie-love"

"I know. I rather fuck than be pregnant." I said honestly.

"Well, we won't know until you take the test, honey." he said, offering me a side smile.

"I know." I mumbled, sitting on the cold toilet seat. "But you are positive that I am pregnant, right?"

"Madison Love Ferreira, you're stalling." he said, walking inside the bathroom.

"I know," I paused. "But, do you seriously think that I am pregnant?" I asked him desperately. His eyes gave me the answer.

"Why don't you just hurry and take the test?" he said, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

"I am scared." I confessed, my smiled dying on my lips.

"So am I, angel." he said honestly.

"I have never done this." I said to myself.

"Neither have I, but I do know that you have to pull down your panties to pee on the stick." he said, biting the side of his lip.

I grinned at him and stood from the toilet seat. "That would be a smart thing to do." I said calmly. "Stay with me." I mumbled as I pulled down my panties and took a sit on the toilet.

"Whatever you want, angel." he said, grinning at me.

"I want you to stay." I said, silently begging him to stay with me through thick and thin.

"I will stay, princess. I will stay with you forever." he said softly, placing the palm of his hands on his knees.

"Promise?" I asked him. Oh, god, was I stalling! I didn't want to know the results. I was nervous, anxious and frustrated. It was a hard thing to go through.

"Promise." he promised, standing up and walking to where I sat. He bent down and kissed my forehead, before returning to the center of the bathroom. He paced around the bathroom nervously, his hand on his forehead and the other one on his hip.

"I don't like peeing with an audience, Em."

He sighed and turned around. "You are stalling, Madison." he said irritated.

"Get inside the bathtub and close the curtain, please." I ordered him.

"Fine! Like this?" he said sarcastically, closing the bathroom curtain annoyed.

"Yes, now shut up and let me pee." I said crossly. I pushed but nothing came out. I was getting agitated. "I can't pee! Can you run the water, please?"

He inhaled deeply and sighed loudly. "Sure."

I waited for what seemed like an eternity to pee, but nothing was happening. There were many thoughts crossing my mind and the fear of not knowing was slowly killing me.

"Um, are you nervous?" I asked, when the silence that surrounded us, became too unbearable.

"A little!" he said sincerely. I could see his head from over the curtain.

"What scares you the most, Em?" I asked, as I pushed to pee, but nothing happened.

"That you will leave me." he said gently.

"Why would I?" I asked curiously. I have never thought of leaving him. He was my life. I couldn't imagine my life without him.

"I don't know! It is what scares me the most." he said frankly.

"Oh, I gotta pee... I am peeing, Em!" I said excitedly, placing the stick right under the urine stream.

"Good. Are you peeing on the stick like the instruction says?" he asked, poking his head out of the shower curtain.

"Yes, I think I am." I said, smiling at him.

"You think!" he laughed.

"Yes, look dude, I am nervous here. Cut me some slack." I said loudly. It wasn't every day that I peed on a stick to know if I was pregnant.

"I am nervous too and you are not making it easy for me." he said angrily.

"I am too! I am being civil about it. I could be having a tantrum here, but I am not." I said candidly.

"I know and I am grateful for it, but just try to pee on the stick, so we can have the result, please." he said kindly.

"Fine! I peed and the tip of the stick is wet. Now what?" I asked curtly.

"We wait." he said, opening the bathtub curtain and staring at me. I was still sitting on the toilet, not caring if he saw me or not. I was nervous. This test decided our entire future, Embry!

"How long do we wait?" I asked him, my voice trembling with fear.

"Three minutes." he said nonchalantly, as he duck his head and stepped out of the bathtub.

"Three minutes, that long?" I asked in disbelief. Three fucking minutes, shit, you gotta be kidding me?

"How long has it been, Em?" I asked anxiously.

"Thirty seconds," he said, looking at his digital watch.

"You have been keeping time?" I asked him surprised.

"I have. I knew that you wouldn't... somebody has to be the sane one in this relationship." he said smugly.

"I couldn't be the sane one, could I?" I laughed nervously.

"I don't think so." he said, staring down at his wrist watch.

I wiped myself and pulled up my underwear and my pants and walked to the sink to wash my hands.

"How long has it been now?" I asked cautiously.

"One minute and fifteen... no wait, sixteen seconds." he said casually, walking towards the door.

"Oh, shit, it's like a fucking lifetime of waiting." I whimpered, leaning against the sink.

"How are you feeling?" he asked uncomfortably, pacing along the length of the room.

"Nervous, Sherlock." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Sherlock? Cool! He was a smart man!" he laughed. His dimpled smile, always calmed my hectic heart.

"I didn't mean it that way, Embry." I said, turning around to face the mirror and look at my reflection. I couldn't see any difference that would tell me that I was pregnant. I looked the same. A little wider on the hips, but that is normal for a girl my age, right?

"What way did you mean it?" he asked, bringing me back to reality.

"I said it in a sarcastic way." I grumbled, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Nice one." he said dryly and nodded.

"So, how long now?" I asked concernedly. I stared at his reflection in the mirror and sighed. How could this be? Two teenagers in a small bathroom, were waiting for the result that could change their entire life. It was something that you should only see in television, not in real life.

"One minute and forty eight seconds." he said, raising his light eyes to me.

"Oh, OK" I muttered, biting the inside of my lips. Oh, fucks! I paced around the small bathroom and played with my hands nervously. My future would be dictated by a fucking plastic stick that could tell me if I was or wasn't pregnant.

"Two minutes and thirty two seconds, Madison." he said, anticipating my question.

"Um, OK, just tell me when its time, babe." I said apprehensively.

He nodded and glanced down at his watch. "Three minutes." he whispered.

"Three minutes?" I asked curiously.

He rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes, three minutes!"

"Are you sure?" I asked him, biting my bottom, quivering lip.

"Yes, I am sure, Love." he said seriously, walking towards the edge of the bathtub, where I had placed the pregnancy test. He grabbed the dry end and glanced at it. His expression was unyielding and unreadable. I wanted to know, but he was masked with indifference. I walked to where he stood and turned to face Embry.

"Do you want me to tell you or do you want to find out on your own?" he asked, looking down at me.

"You, um, well, I want you to tell me, please." I mumbled, licking my lips in anticipation.

"Are you ready for the answer?" he asked me, his lips pressed in to a thin line.

"Yes!" I said with determination. I was ready to know what was in store for me. I held on tight to his arm and inhaled deeply, as I gathered the strength to avert my eyes on the pregnancy test result screen.

AN: This reminded me of one time, after my first anniversary, we thought that I was pregnant. It was exactly like this. Except I was the teenager and my husband was the adult. It was some good times. I will miss him, always. Serenity