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Bella's POV

I collapsed onto the couch, tired and sick to my stomach. I'd just spent the last hour and a half catching up with Charlie and cooking him dinner. If I was tired from just that then I could only imagine tomorrow when I would be helping Emily and Sue cook for Charlie's birthday. Feeding all sixteen of the wolfs, including the non-wolfs. I was excited to see everyone again, especially Emily and Jake. But I already had plans to go down and see Jake in a few minutes. Charlie walked in and sat in his chair.

"It's great to have home, Bells," he said as I pulled up into a sitting position.

"It's great to be home dad."

I got up from the couch and went to the kitchen, going for my keys. I walked back through the living room headed for the front door. "I'm going to see Jake, Dad." I called.

"'K, be careful," he called back as I walked out the front door.

The drive to La Push was familiar and made me smile. It'd been so long since I'd been in Forks, a little over a year and a half. I pulled into Jake's driveway and jogged through the rain to his front door. I was greeted by Billy's smiling face.

"Bella! When did you get back in town?" He said wheeling himself out of the way so I could come in.

"Just a few hours ago," I said, "Is Jake here?"

"Yeah, he's in his room… sleeping." He told me.

"Oh, do you want me to come back?" I asked

"Nah, go ahead and wake him. He's been sleeping all day."

I nodded and headed down the tiny hallway to Jacob's room. I could hear his snoring before I opened the door. I peered into his room and could see him sleeping peacefully on his bed, his limbs hanging off the edges of the bed. He looked like a big baby.

"Jake?" I called softly, but he just kept on sleeping. I opened the door and walked in, noticing that his room was unusually tidy for a teenage boy's room.

"Jake." I called out louder, he still didn't move. "Jake!" still nothing. I put my hand on his shoulder and shook him. "Jake!" Nothing.

Time for drastic measures. I stepped up on his bed, standing on the edge and bounced up and down. "Jacob Black! You get your big, wolf butt out of bed right now!"

Jacob shot up, knocking me off the bed and onto the floor. "Bella?" He said looking down at me confused.

"Who else?" I asked jokingly.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to wake up. He looked confused. Suddenly he jumped from the bed and scooped me up in a too-tight bear hug, spinning me around his tiny room. He laughed, and I was losing oxygen, and my stomach.

"Jake… oxygen becoming an issue." I gasped. He laughed again and set me on my feet.

"When did you get in?" he asked.

"A couple hours ago." I said smiling, glad to be back in the presence of my personal sun again.

"Well, let's go. Go ride bikes? Go for a hike?" he said, jumping up and down like a child.

"Well, it's kind of late Jake. I don't think that we could really go out and do anything like that. But I do want you to take a quick look at my truck." I said. My stomach turned.

"Sure, sure."

"Okay, well first put a shirt on," I said noting his bare chest, "I'm going to use the bathroom real quick."

"'K, you know where it is." I nodded and sprinted down the hallway and wretched into the toilet. This baby was not going to be forgotten about, not even for an hour.

"Can't I have one hour to myself and not worry about anything?" I said to no one and my stomach turned again, "apparently not."

I rinsed my mouth out and left the bathroom. I walked out into the wet Forks night and heard my truck behind the house where Jacob's shed where was. I walked the uneven path to his shed and was greeted by a smiley face Jacob.

"Hey, you cut your hair," he stated, finally getting a good look at me. He was right. Last month I'd wanted a change and chopped my locks to the base of my neck. It was cute for a while but I'd already decided to grow it back out.

"Hey, so did you." I said, "See I can point out the obvious too." The last time I'd see Jake his hair was as long as mine had been, now it was really short, almost buzzed.

"So, what's wrong with big, fat, Betsy?" he asked popping the hood of my truck.

"Hey, if you insult the truck, you insult me and if you insult me then things are gunna get ugly." I said playfully.

"Woo, scary," he said flapping his arm sarcastically, "You know Bells; you're not as intimidating as you think you are."

"Ha."

"So what is the problem?" he asked.

"Mostly the stalling and this knocking noise," I said.

"Where's the knocking?"

"The dashboard, it sounds like there's someone trapped in there, trying to get my attention." My hand involuntarily went to my stomach, and Jake looked over at me. I forced my arms back to my sides.

"He's your problem with the stalling," he said reaching into the engine, as for the knocking… well that's gunna take more time."

"Oh, you could work on it tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he said, sounding disappointed.

"Well, that doesn't mean I have to leave." I said.

~*~

I opened my eyes to the dull grey light that came from my bedroom window. I stretched and smiled, the smell of food drifted up from the kitchen downstairs. My stomach growled. Wait a second. Charlie was cooking? Not good.

I jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs. Charlie was standing in front of the stove with a spatula in one hand and the scent of eggs filled the kitchen.

"Dad," I said and he turned around, "you're not supposed to be cooking on your birthday."

"Yeah, well I decided to let you sleep in. You got home late last night."

"Yeah, sorry. Jake and I were catching up." I said. I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek, "Happy Birthday Dad."

"Thanks Bells," he flipped an egg onto a plate, "Jake misses you like crazy you know. He talks about you all the time." He offered me the plate.

"I'll make my own. " I said shaking my head. He walked away and sat the kitchen table while I cracked an egg into the steaming pan.

"So what are your plans for the birthday boy today?" I asked.

"Other than the dinner tonight, nothing really. Billy wanted to take me fishing but since you are here…" he trailed off.

"What? No! Don't sit around just because I'm here. It's your birthday, Dad. Go out, fish, have fun. Besides I'm staying home today because honestly, this place is a mess." I chided.

"Hey!" he said defensively, "don't criticize my house keeping. I was doing just fine until you came around."

"Yeah right," I snorted, enjoying our playful banter. I felt good to be in a relaxing home environment.

~*~

I pulled up Sam and Emily's house and saw Quil's imprint, a five-year-old Claire, and a three-year-old Henry, Sam and Emily's little son, playing together in the front yard. I cut the engine and got out of the truck. Claire and Henry looked up from their mud pile up at me, Henry waved and Claire giggled and ran over to me.

"Bella!" Claire said wrapping her muddy arms around my leg.

"Hey cutie." I said and reached down to tousle her hair, "Where's Aunt Emily?"

"She's in the house with everybody." She told me then went back to her mud pile by Henry.

I walked into the house and the first person I found was Sam. He was passing through the living room and was a bit surprised to see me. "Hey Bella."

"Hey Sam. Oh by the way, great parenting out there." I teased. Sam looked passed to the front window where you could see a muddy Henry and Claire in the yard.

"Crap," he said heading for the door, "don't tell Emily, 'k? She wanted him to stay clean at least until Charlie got here and if she finds out she chew my head off."

"It's out little secret," I said and head for the kitchen.

"Hey Emily," I said. The smell of cooked onions filled the kitchen and my stomach turned. Emily turned around and rushed over to hug me. Then she pulled away and examined me from head to toe, her concentrating. I watched her face carefully, her scars still never making her any less beautiful.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, I must be crazy." She shook her head, "how are you?"

"Good," I said, "How are you?"

"Tired," she laughed, "Henry is such a handful."

"Yeah, right." I chuckled avoiding her gaze.

The smell in the kitchen was suddenly too much. I excused myself and ran to the bathroom down the hall, slamming the door behind me. A few moments later I heard a knock at the door and Emily's soft voice behind it.

"Bella, are you okay?"

I quickly flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth out. I then opened the door slowly. "Bella, what's going on?"

Emily was my best friend. Don't get me wrong, Angela was my best friend also and I'd known her longer but Emily and I had secrets. My best friend being a werewolf and her husband being a werewolf had connected us in a different way. We were pretty close and I usually told her everything. We were as close as Alice and I had been when they had still been here. Emily had listened whenever I was upset with Jake or I'd been thinking of Edward too much, or when she'd fight with Sam, I'd listen to her. She was also the only one who didn't find it repulsive that I'd been irrevocably in love with a vampire.

I stared at Emily and she stared back. I took a deep breath, and bit my lip. "I'm pregnant."

Song- Enjoy the Silence by Amberlin

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