So, I was watching 16 and Pregnant with one of my nieces when this little story popped into my head. It's my first story so be easy on me but make sure to tell me what you think. :D You'll notice that all the girls are from Washington, I know that's not how it is in the show but I made it that way for a reason. You'll learn why in a couple chapters. :) So, without further ado, Read on.

Oh, I have a polyvore. I love making things to go along with this story so the link is on my profile.

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight and whoever made the show 16 and Pregnant owns that.

I'm so sorry this took so long to get out. I've been super busy but the next chapter is in the works so it won't be too long before I update again. :D


Angela

September: 22 weeks pregnant

When I found out I was pregnant with twins, I was shocked.

I had a week before this appointment to get use to the idea of being pregnant but then my doctor had to go and say I was carrying twins.

Twins!

Not just one baby to raise but two. That was twice the diapers, the feedings, the clothing.

I got stressed out just thinking of what was to come.

I didn't know what kind of support I'd have at home once my parents found out. I knew that they'd flip out and I knew there was a big chance my father would send me packing.

But thankfully, I did have Ben.

He was the first to know, after all I thought that was right since he was the father, and has stuck by my side since I uttered those dreadful words.

He didn't run screaming for the hills like I wanted to do when we found out we were having twins. In fact, he remained calm and tried to get to calm down.

He tried to reassure me that he wasn't going anywhere but how could I believe him? I didn't know him. Sure, I've seen him around school but I didn't know his parents, his life story, or anything like that. How could I be sure that he wouldn't run?

However, I never let him know that I felt that way. I put on a brave face and managed to calm myself down and he seemed to believe I would be okay.

I learned early on in my pregnancy that Ben was a great guy and what he told me the day we found out we would be parents might just be true.

Ben made sure that I ate every meal, he made sure I took my prenatal vitamins, he read up on twin pregnancies, and tried to make sure that I wasn't put under any stress.

Of course, his nice behavior toward me did make quite a few people question what was going on.

You see, he was the popular boy and I was the good Christian girl who kept to herself. What could Ben Cheney possible want with innocent Angela?

My parents also noticed Ben hanging around the house more. My mom thought it was great but my Dad didn't. Even though it had been nearly five weeks since I saw the Doctor and found out what was wrong, I hadn't told my parents.

I was too scared too.

Ben tried to get me to confess, he already told his parents about it, but I just wouldn't budge.

It wasn't until my Dad commented on my weight gain that they figured it out.

I remember that night very clearly.

Ben had come over for dinner and I was stuffing my face, as usual. My mom told me to slow down and my dad agreed saying I was starting to put on a couple pounds.

That comment aggravated me to no end so I spat out 'I'm pregnant not fat'.

As soon as those words left my mouth, I regretted them.

My dad took it as a joke at first but when he saw the look on mine and Ben's face, he knew I had just told the truth.

It was a crazy couple of hours after that. After my younger brothers went to bed, the Cheney's came over to discuss the situation. My parents grew angrier when they found out they were the last to know.

I honestly don't blame them for being mad at that. If my daughter was pregnant, I would want to know right away. But they have to understand that I was scared and so confused, I needed the time to process it myself before I told anyone else.

My parents didn't see it that way.

That night, that was the first time I had ever raised my voice and argued with my parents.

I was so frustrated that they wouldn't listen to me, especially after my dad started rambling about an unwed mothers home until the babies were adopted.

That's what finally sent me off the edge, and I could tell that it made Ben angry as well.

These babies were mine and I was responsible for them. Yes, I was young but I wanted to keep them. I know it'll be hard but I can do it, I know I can. And with Ben's help, and our parents support, we'd be fine.

But my father didn't think we could and so he kept rambling about getting in touch with the local adoption agencies.

Ben finally snapped and told my dad to shut the f up. I sat there wide eyed and watched as Ben yelled at my dad for trying to make decisions that weren't his to make.

My dad was stunned to silence but not because he was finally getting what I had been trying to say. No, he was stunned because no one has ever talked to him like that before.

It's been a couple weeks since that fateful night and my mom is finally starting to come around. I can tell she's still disappointed in me but she loves me and she's willing to help. My dad was a whole other story. He pretends I don't exist nowadays. Oh, and Ben's not allowed at the house anymore.

It sucks that he's pretending I'm not there and at time, all I want to do is cry but I don't dwell on it. It stresses me out and stress isn't good for a pregnant woman.

"What were you thinking when Dr. Marks said it was twins?" I asked Ben curiously, as we sat on the swings.

"I was shocked," Ben laughed, nervously. "I kind of wanted to pass out. I had already come to terms with the fact that we would be having one baby but then he had to go and say its twins..."

I laughed, "I know what you mean."

"Are you nervous?" he asked. "You know about the birth and after?"

"Well, duh," I said. "I don't really think much about what happens after they arrive but I definitely think about the birth."

"I hear it's painful."

"So have I," I winced. "I think a C-section is less painful, though."

"What's that, again?" he questioned.

"They cut open your stomach and pull the babies out."

He looked grossed out.

"Hey, you asked," I giggled.

"Are you going to let me be in the room?"

I bit my lip and looked away, "I don't know. Do you want to be in there? It'll probably look like a horror movie."

"I mean, they're my kids and don't fathers love to see their kids born?"

"I don't know." I said. "I've never had experience in this department before."

"Right." he laughed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'd like to be in there if that's okay. I won't look at your...stuff."

I blushed a deep crimson and nodded, "Sure."

"Cool," he said, blushing also.

"You know, you've seen all my parts, right?" I added with a laugh. "We kind of wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't."

He laughed. "It's different when you've consumed a couple drinks."

I nodded in agreement.

"Who else will be in the room?"

"Uh, my mom?"

I hadn't really asked her, and she hasn't suggested it either, so I didn't know for sure. I hope she would because I needed her now more than ever.

"She'll be cool with me being in there?"

"Probably...not," I sighed. "We aren't married but who cares."

Even now, my parents didn't want me alone with Ben. I didn't understand why either. I was already pregnant. Anything else I did wouldn't be as bad as that in my parent's eyes.

"Marriage." Ben laughed. "Your Dad wants me to marry you before the babies are born."

"Oh, God," I groaned. "He asked you to marry me?"

"Yep." Ben said, swinging a little higher. "My Dad thought it was a great idea, too."

"Don't do it." I said. "Don't ask me."

"I won't." he said. "No offense to you but marriage is about love. You shouldn't marry someone just because you have a kid with them."

"Thank you!" I said, agreeing completely. "I totally agree."

I wasn't offended in the least. My mom had tried to push me to date Ben when we found out I was pregnant but I refused. Relationships aren't built on kids.

If Ben and I listen to our parents, we would be over before the twins turned a year.

"Cool," he said. "I was a little nervous. I thought you might agree and then I'd feel like an epic asshole for saying I didn't want to marry you."

"I'm not like my parents," I said. "I don't believe in the same things as they do."

He studied me for a second, "You're really something else, Weber."

I laughed, "Yeah, you too, Cheney."

"Ben! Come on, Babe," Alexis yelled from her car. "We've got a date, remember?"

"I gotta go," he said. "You want a lift home?"

"No, I'm fine," I said.

"You sure?"

"My mom will come get me," I told him. "Don't worry."

"Alright, later," he reached a hand out and rubbed my stomach. I smiled because it was cute. Ben has been rubbing my stomach a lot since I started showing.

"Ben!"

"Later, Angela."

"Later," I said, swinging slightly.

"You need a ride home, Preggo?" Alexis asked as Ben climbed into the car.

"Be nice." Ben scolded.

"What? I am," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"I'm fine, Alexis."

Alexis was Ben's on again off again girlfriend. Ben and Alexis were off when Ben and I slept together but now that they're together Alexis doesn't fail to make it know that I'm not welcome and that she doesn't want me around her boyfriend.

Too bad for her, I wasn't going anywhere.

I stayed at the park a little while longer after Ben left before I called my mom for a ride home.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, reaching over the console to rub my stomach.

"Hungry." I told her as I buckled up.

"Well, let's get you and my grandbabies fed."

My mom really was coming around when it came to the twins. Even though she was still sad, she helped me out a lot. She takes me to all my appointments, she buys me maternity clothes, and she's even offered to pay for the baby furniture.

Of course, we haven't shopped yet because there was no place to put anything. We had a small three-bedroom house and that barely fit my parents, my two brothers, and me.

So, I had no idea where the twins would go.

"How's Ben doing?" she asked as we ordered at McDonalds.

"Good," I said. "He wants to be in the room with me when I give birth."

"That's only for husbands, Angie."

"No, it's for whomever I want, Mom," I said. "And I want Ben there...And you, but only if you want to."

"Of course I want too, sweetie," she said, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I didn't know if you'd want me in there."

"Of course I do," I said. "You're my mom. Even if I'm growing up, I'll always want you there."

"You're going to make me cry."

"Don't cry," I sniffled. "Oh, great. Now, I'm crying."

I really hated these pregnancy hormones.

After my mom and I grabbed a bite to eat, we headed back home.

I honestly hated my house right now. My dad was always home and so it always felt like I was some unwanted guest.

Just like always, my dad kissed my mom's cheek when we walked into the house and ignore me.

"Marcus!" Mom scolded.

"What?"

"Its fine, mom," I squeaked out. "I'll be in my room."

"You apologize to Angela right now." I heard my mom yell as I made a mad dash for my room.

I guess I shouldn't be complaining about the fact that my dad ignores me. It could be worse. He could voice his ugly opinions of me instead.

I just hated this.

Before I found out I was pregnant, I was Daddy's princess.

He adored me and spoiled me rotten and at that point, in time, I could do no wrong. Now all I am is a failure to him.

"Honey?"

"I'm fine, Mom." I said, sniffling.

"You're father is just confused and hurt," she tried to explain.

"You don't think I am?" I asked. "This is happening to me. I'm the one pregnant. I'm the one who has a rough road ahead of me. Not him,"

"That's not true," Mom sighed. "He's looked down upon now that you're pregnant."

"Way to make this all about him," I said with a snort. "I just have to get fat, push the kid...kids out of me and figure out how to raise them. Oh, and I also have to explain why grandpa hates them."

"He'll come around."

She's been saying that for the last couple of weeks and every day, it seems even more impossible.

24 weeks pregnant

"Alright, are you ready to check if the babies are cooperating today?" Dr. Marks asked.

"Yes." Ben said, excited.

"They probably won't flash us," I said. "They're stubborn."

"Just like their father," Carmen laughed.

"I was going to say like Angela," My mom giggled.

"Ha, Ha," I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Well, would you look at that," Dr. Marks smiled. "Time to place bets,"

"Girls!" I said, instantly.

"Girls," Ben said.

"Boy's," My mom and Carmen said.

"You're all Belly, Angela." Carmen added.

"Congratulations," Dr. Marks said. "You have two little boys in here."

I smiled so wide, my face started to hurt.

I was having two little boys. Is it normal that this all feels even more real now that we know what we're having?

"Yes!" Ben cheered.

I laughed, "I thought you wanted girls."

"Every father wants a son." Ben said, simply. "The possibilities are endless, Ang. We could have a future soccer player or quarterback in here." he said, rubbing my stomach.

I laughed, "Of course you'd think of it that way."

"You two need to think of names for these little guys," Mom told us.

"We do, don't we?"

I nodded.

I haven't thought of anything but with only fourteen weeks until they arrived, we should probably start thinking about it.

After Dr. Marks finished my check up, we were free to leave. Carmen caught a ride home with my mom while Ben and I decided to go out for ice cream.

"Boys," I repeated, mostly to myself.

"Two little boys," Ben corrected.

"This is so crazy," I said, rubbing my stomach. "In just fourteen weeks, we'll be the parents to two little boys."

"Fourteen weeks," Ben repeated in shock. "That's not far away at all."

"Nope." I said.

There was still so much to figure out, so much to plan, and we only had a limited amount of time.

"Damn."

"My thoughts exactly."

"Have you got started on the nursery?" he asked.

"Um, no," I said. "I don't have any room at my place."

"Hmm," he said, thoughtfully. "What if...we...you know..."

"What?" I asked.

"Move in together," he breathed out. "It's a logical thing to do, right?"

"You want to move in with me?"

"Yeah," he said more sure of himself. "I want to be there as much as I can for my kids and you need the help. Plus, you have no room for them at your house and I don't at mine. We should find a place to live." he said more sure of himself.

"My dad isn't pressuring you?" I questioned, suspiciously.

"Nope," he said, smiling. "And neither is my dad. I came up with this on my own. You don't have to say yes, I just thought it'd be a good idea."

"No, it is a good idea," I said, thinking about it.

Living with Ben would be really good. Sure we aren't together but we get along great. I think we would be able to make it work. Plus, with Ben around to help with the twins, I'll be able to find some time to get my schoolwork done so that I can graduate and further my career.

"Yes, sure," I said. "We should try it out."

"Cool," he said. "So, how about we start looking for a place this weekend?"

"How are we going to afford anything in Forks?" I asked. "Or anywhere for that matter?"

"I make enough," he said, shrugging. "And I talked to my parents about it and they're willing to help with the bills and stuff."

"Are you sure it wasn't your parent's idea?"

He laughed, "I swear it was mine. I just didn't want to bring it up if the plan would fail before we started."

I nodded.

Moving in with Ben is a big but it feels right. I just hope my parents feel the same about it.

25 weeks pregnant

To say my parents hated the idea was an understatement.

In fact, my dad hated it so much, he actually spoke to me for the first time in weeks.

"No, absolutely not." he huffed when I told him off my plan. "You are not married."

"So?" I huffed, placing my hands on my hips. "I'm pregnant with his kids, that's close enough."

"Ang, what your father is trying to say is that you're not old enough to leave home yet. We still want you here," Mom said, softly.

"You want me here, he could care less," I said, glaring at Dad. "And I want to move in with Ben because of the twins. We have no room here for a nursery and if I get a house with Ben, I'll not only have room but he'll be there to help me."

Mom sighed, "I just don't want you to leave home yet. You're my baby girl."

"I'll always be your baby girl, Mom." I told her. "I just...I think this would be best. I'll still come visit, everyday if you want, and the twins will come over all the time but having my own place, where I'll have space and help, is what I really, really want."

"No."

"Hush, Marcus," Mom told him. "Very well. You have my permission."

"What!" My dad yelled. "She's too young for this."

"Angela is right, though." Mom said. "You don't want Ben here at all which basically means Angela will be up with the twins at night on her own. I don't want to watch my daughter struggle like that."

"Unbelievable," Dad huffed before storming away.

"He'll..."

"Come around," I finished, dryly. "Yeah, I know."

With my mother's blessing, Ben and I set out to look for a place to live that very weekend. His parents, Carmen and Eleazar tagged along.

Since Forks was so small, the pickings weren't that great but we did manage to find a house.

"Last house," Eleazar said as we pulled to a stop in front of a small white house.

"Hello," Ms. Cope greeted. "How are you all doing today?"

"Good."

"Excellent," she said as she eyed my stomach.

My pregnancy was still talk of the town. You'd think after a while, the shock would wear off but nope it didn't. I guess the fact that I was the priest's innocent daughter made it juicier.

"Are you ready to see the house?" Ms. Cope asked when she caught me glaring at her.

"Yes."

The house was very pretty and for only eight hundred bucks a month, we were sold.

26 weeks pregnant

"My bedroom, Front room, my room..." I instructed as I sat on the counter eating my hamburger. "Ben's room."

Today was moving day and Ben had managed to round up a couple guys from the football team to help us move into our new place.

My mom, as well as Ben's parents, were also here to help. My dad, of course, was not. He locked himself in his bedroom this morning and stayed there while we moved my stuff out.

Mom says he's upset that I'm leaving home but I knew different. He's probably throwing a party now that his sinning daughter has left his house.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked, concerned.

"Nothing," I said, giving him a smile. "I'm just hungry."

"You look depressed."

I shrugged and nibbled on my food.

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked, pulling himself up onto the counter.

"No, I'm fine," I promised.

"I'll get it out of you eventually," he said, tickling my sides.

"Don't tickle me," I laughed. "Or I'll end up peeing myself."

His hands retracted.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," I said with a laugh.

"Cheney, get your lazy ass out here and help." Nathan yelled.

"Yeah, Cheney," I said, shoving him. "Go help."

"I don't see you helping Weber."

"That's because I'm pregnant," I said. "And I am helping. I'm getting rid of the leftovers."

He laughed so hard he snorted, which in turn caused me to laugh.

"Okay, go," I said, swatting at him. "I'm gonna pee myself."

It didn't take us to long to move into our new house since we didn't have much.

Before the guys left, they put my room together for me, since I obviously couldn't do it. They offered to help unpack but I told them I could do that much and so they left.

Ben and I didn't see much of each other the rest of the afternoon. We both chose to spend it unpacking.

At dinnertime, Ben had pizza delivered so we sat in our empty front room and ate.

"My mom wants to know if she can take you furniture shopping next weekend," Ben said as he read a text on his phone.

"Sure, that'd be fun."

"Your mom is going too," he chuckled. "And she wants to know if there is anyone else you'd like to invite."

"Um, no."

I didn't have any friends anymore. Most of my friends abandoned me when I found out I was pregnant. So, no, I didn't have anyone to invite along.

"She says it'll be an all day thing,"

I groaned just thinking about being on my feet all day.

"I'm sure they'll give you breaks," Ben laughed. "But hey, it's a furniture store. Just sit down and kick your feet up. Nap, even. Just tell them you're testing it out."

"Have you done this before?" I asked with a laugh.

"Nah, I've been tempted to before though," he said. "My mom loves redesigning our house. I've been to so many furniture store it's not even funny."

"What should we get?" I asked.

"Whatever we want," he said. "My parents love to spoil me, and well, now you and our kids."

"They don't have too."

"We have more than enough money, Ang. Don't worry about it."

I nodded.

"We should definitely get a flat screen," Ben said. "Oh, and a sectional."

"Why don't you put your flat screen out here?" I suggested. "Who needs a TV that big in their room?"

"Porn looks great on it," he said, wiggling his brows.

"Wow," I laughed. "That's nice to know."

"I was kidding."

"Sure you were," I giggled.

"Seriously, I was."

"Mhm, okay."

His cheeks were bright pink.

"Aw, you're so cute when you blush."

His cheeks darkened. "So, A TV, a couch, a dining room table and...yeah, whatever else you think we need."

I laughed, "Okay. I'll try to keep all that in mind. You sure you don't want to come?"

"Nah, I'll just bore you to death."

"Okay, suit yourself." I said, yawning. "Help me up?" I asked. It was one thing to get down onto the floor, it was a whole other thing to get back up.

Ben jumped up and pulled me up. "Heading to bed?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty beat." I said with another yawn. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight,"

"Goodnight." I replied as I headed into my bedroom.

Angela

28 weeks pregnant

Living with Ben is actually really great.

He's so easy to get along with. He's kind of messy but he makes up for that with his fantastic cooking skills. God, that boy can cook! Just thinking about the food he cooks makes my mouth water.

Yes, life is good.

I no longer feel unwelcome in my home and I've smiled more in the past week than I have in what seems like forever.

"What do you think about Caleb?"

"Caleb Cheney," I said, trying it out. "It's cute."

"I'll put it on the maybe list," he said, jotting it down.

Our maybe list has thirty names so far and the list keeps growing. At this rate, I feared we wouldn't find a name before out twins made an apperance.

The names we've chosen so far, were good but they weren't great. I wanted my boys to have a strong name that they'd love to have and not one they wish I would've never named them.

"Thomas?"

"No." Ben shot down. "David."

"No."

"Spencer."

"No."

"Noah," he said.

"Yes!" I said, excited. "That's it. Noah Cheney. I love it."

"One name down," Ben said, happily. "What should Noah's middle name be?"

I pursed my lips and looked down at our maybe list.

Noah Caleb, no

Noah Aiden, definitely not

"I don't know," I sighed.

Ben laughed, "Why don't we take a break? The guys are heading into Port Angeles tonight. You should come with."

"Where exactly are you going?"

"TGIFriday's,"

"I'll get my coat," I said, causing Ben to laugh. "What? They have the best deserts ever. Are you sure your friends won't mind?"

"Nah, they think you're cool." Ben said. "Now if you were like one of my girlfriends they would have a problem with you but you aren't."

"I'm so much cooler," I said. "You should know this by now."

"Right, I forgot," he said.

"I'm hurt," I laughed. "How long until we go?"

"About an hour."

I was looking forward to going out tonight. I often opt out of going places with Ben and his friends because I feel like they only invite me to be nice, they don't actually want me there.

But I was tired of staying home and being lonely.


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