"Say what?"

"Fuck," I moaned, banging my head on the wall.

"Uh…"

"How could I be so fucking stupid?" I almost yelled, tears starting to blur my vision. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, walking into the living room and tugging on my hair.

"I don't…"

"What am I going to do?" I cried, plopping down on the couch and burring my face in my hands.

"Can we slow down for a second?" Jacob asked, walking into the living room, his face completely blank of all emotion.

"What, Jacob?" I said sharply, causing Jacob's eyes to get wide. He raised his hands, palms forward and dramatically took a step backward. "I'm sorry," I sighed.

"It's fine," Jacob laughed lightly. "What happened?" He asked, sitting beside me on the couch, pulling me into his side and rubbing my arm.

"I don't know. I'm late. Like really late."

"How late?"

"Like two months late." I sighed, tugging on my hair.

"How can you be two months late? Don't girls usually notice that kind of thing."

"I've been stressed. My period is the last thing on my mind."

"Well you're stressed?" I nodded. "Maybe you're periods late because of that, I heard stress sometimes makes it late."

"Where the hell would you hear that?" I giggled, sniffling loudly and rubbing my runny nose with the back of my shirt.

Stress does cause late periods. I let Jacob's words comfort me.

Jacob laughed, "Girls at school. You'd be surprised by how open they are to discussing that kind of shit. It's pretty nasty."

"I can imagine," I giggled and rolled my eyes.

Joey crawled into the room then, a big grin on his face with the toilet paper still around him and a small trail following behind him. I laughed and called him over.

Three hours later I was sitting on the edge of the tub, mascara staining my face as the tears fell freely. I held a white plastic stick in the palm of my hand with two visible lines.

"Bella, is everything okay? You've been in there for a while."

I started to cry louder, pulling roughly at my hair.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice muffled behind the closed bathroom door. "Are you crying?"

"Yes," I croaked.

"Did you hear from your friends back home?"

I couldn't even begin to fathom what my "friends" back home would think or even do. Me being pregnant probably wouldn't change anything. Edward would still hate me and more then likely disown this child. He might even deny ever sleeping with me and I'm sure his friends would back him up. I didn't even want to think about raising this child without having a father.

The more I thought about "my friends" back home, the more angry I got.

Grabbing the shampoo bottle beside me, I roughly chucked it at the mirror. It fell to the ground with a loud thud, but not without knocking a couple perfume bottles down with it, thankfully not breaking anything.

"You're scaring me. Can I come in?" Her voice was rushed and laced with worry.

I nodded, though she couldn't see me and clenched my hands tightly. "Yes."

The door quickly swung open and she stood there for a moment, taking in her surroundings. She looked at me and then her gaze shifted to the pink box on the sink and then back at me. I didn't look up, just bawled into my hands. Eventually she was leaning in front of me, her breath fanning my face. My grip loosened around the test, as she grabbed it from my fingers.

"What's this?" She asked slowly, but she already knew the answer.

"I'm pregnant," was all I said.

—

"So, what brings you in today?"

I kept my eyes down on my clasped hands in my lap, seemingly not having the confidence to look the doctor in the eye or at my mother sitting on my right.

"I…I think I'm pregnant," I said almost in a whisper.

"And why do you think that?"

"My periods late."

"Okay, fair enough. Any positive results from a pregnancy test?" He asked, distracted by digging in the drawers in his desk.

I cleared my throat nervously, "Yes, I took one a couple nights ago."

"Okay. When was the last time you were sexually active?" The doctor asked, pulling a notebook from a drawer. He flipped through a couple pages before stopping and grabbing a pen from his coat pocket.

"Um… 8 weeks—no 9 weeks ago." I frowned, remembering the last time I was in fact sexually active. "Almost 9 weeks," I confirmed.

"Do you know the date you think you conceived?"

"I have no idea."

"Do you use protection?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"When was your last menstrual period?"

"Um… Around the end of May. I think?" I said, looking up at the ceiling trying to remember.

"So, you're fairly late then," He said mostly to himself, while he scribbled in the note book, and typed something on the computer.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Other then a late period, have you had any other pregnancy symptoms?"

I shook my head. "Not that I'm aware of. I've been pretty… stressed lately so it wasn't uncommon for me to just randomly get sick. I guess I've been peeing a lot more lately, but I'm not really sure."

"I see," He mumbled, scribbling something on the notepad in front of him. A couple moments of silence followed, as he typed and clicked away on the computer in front of him.

"Can stress cause a missing period?" I interrupted.

He nodded, keeping his eyes on the computer screen in front of him. "Yes, but it doesn't cause a positive pregnancy test."

"Oh…"

"Based on your last menstrual period. You could be around 11 weeks pregnant, give or take a couple weeks."

"Can you tell me when I might have conceived, if I am pregnant… that is."

"Anywhere between thirteen weeks ago and the last time you were sexually active. I can set you up with a gynaecologist, that will help you with that stuff."

"If I'm pregnant…"

He smiled down at the paper and repeated, "If you're pregnant."

"Are you sure you used protection every time? Can you remember a time where you didn't use any type of contraceptive."

I shook my head and leaned back in the chair. I closed my eyes, trying to think of a time where we didn't use protection, or a time where the condom might of broke but my mind came up blank. "Um…no. We used condoms every time—wait…"

"Was there a time, Bella? Knowing would possibly help figure out the day you conceived and the due date."

"There was this one time…" I squinted, trying desperately to remember if we had used a condom but I still couldn't remember. "but I don't really remember."

"Bella!" My mother hissed, interrupting us and speaking for the first time since we came into the doctor's office. "You said you used protection."

"Well, I didn't think it was going to come back and haunt me!" I almost yelled, flailing my arms.

"You are in so much trouble," She sighed, and shook her head.

"Well, let's find out if Bella here is expecting, why don't we?"

I nodded and swallowed hard. "Okay…"

—

"Dad, I—I n—need you."

"Why Bella? Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?" On the other end of the phone, I could hear his breathing pick up. "Are you crying?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

I sniffed, "Yes. I'm sorry."

"Sorry about what? What happened? You're scaring me."

"I—I m—messed up, bad," I bawled, my breathing so erratic I sounded like I was hyperventilating.

"Bella, spit it out. What's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant," I practically yelled, happy that it was finally out, but terrified of his reaction. I leaned my head on the kitchen table, trying my hardest to catch my breath. My mother sat beside me, rubbing my back and pushing the hair out of my face that kept getting in the way.

"You're what?"

"Pregnant, Dad," I bawled.

"Is this some kind of joke? This isn't funny, Bella."

"I know. I'm sorry!"

"Put your mother on, right now."

"But, Dad," I cried.

"Now, Bella." His voice was stern.

"I'm sorry." I cried.

"Isabella Swan. Put your damn mother on the phone right now."

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this is so late. It's actually been sitting in my inbox for a while now, but I've been too busy with school and stuff to post it. Better late then never I guess.

I realize that I have a tendency to post stories and never finish them, but this story is actually my first priority. I'm just so in love with these characters and how real life it actually is. So I will be finishing this chapter, probably sooner rather then later. I have the next 5 or so chapters finished, they just need to be beta'd, so there is no reason as to why I shouldn't post a new chapter in the next couple of days.

Anyway, review. What do you think is gonna happen?