"Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off." I chanted, clenching my eyes shut and covering my ears with the palm of my hands.

"There is so fucking way you're pushing that" He gaped, pointing at the television and then to me, "out of that."

"Oh my god, turn it off Jacob!" I yelled, searching frantically for the remote. When I found it, I rushed quickly to turn the television off. "Why the hell are you watching that anyway for Christ sakes?"

"I was curious." He shrugged.

"Well thanks for that Jake. I'm officially terrified of having this thing." I frowned, patting my stomach.

"You should be." He gaped, "did you see how big that thing was? You need to be at least ten centimeters dilated before you can push that thing out? You do realize how big ten centimeters is, right? It's like the size of a fucking water—"

"Oh my god," I practically screamed, covering my ears once again. "Shut the fuck up, would you?"

"I'm just saying," He laughed. "You need to be prepared."

"I am prepared," I pouted, crossing my arms.

"Seems like it," He said sarcastically, raising a brow.

"Go home."

"Nah; where are your parents?" Jacob asked standing and stretching his limbs.

"Um," I contemplated. "Phil's at work and I think mom and Joey are grocery shopping." I said, following him into the kitchen, I watched as he stuck his head into the cupboards and then the fridge. "What are you looking for?" I asked, while I leaned against the wall.

"Food; I'm starving."

"What the hell? Go home and eat if you're hungry, you moocher." I joked, crossed my arms, while a smirk fell upon my face.

"Can't," he mumbled, grabbing a box of pancake batter from the cupboard.

"How come?" I asked, pulling a chair away from the table and taking a seat, leaning my elbows onto the table and resting my cheek into my hands.

"Dad was playing super depressing music when I left. I'm not even kidding. There is no way I'm going back anytime soon. I think it's the anniversary of the first time they kissed or had their first date, something like that."

"Jake," I scolded him. "You should be with him. This is hard for him."

"It's hard on me too, you know."

I sighed. "I know, but you're handling it better. He lost his wife, Jake."

"And I lost my mother." He said without emotion, swiftly turning his back on me and grabbing a pan from under the cupboard.

"I know but—"

"Anyway, how'd the girl doctor go yesterday?" He asked, cutting me off and changing the subject.

I groaned, annoyed that he changed the subject on me.

"Good, I guess. Me and the baby are healthy considering I practically didn't eat all summer."

"That's good," He said, sounding a bit distracted as he mixed the pancake batter in a large bowl.

"Yeah," I continued, twirling a random pen in my fingers. "Mom did most of the talking." I sighed, "I didn't really find out anything I didn't already know. "

"What did you find out, then?"

"I got pregnantmid-June. June 22th is the night I had sex with Emmett," I frowned and looked down, "and I'm due early March." I shrugged. "She estimated March 1st, but it could change the farther along I get. I get to hear the heartbeat sometime in the next two weeks. I need to make an appointment with a gynecologist when I get back home…" I rambled, trailing off.

"I don't want you to go home." Jacob sighed, turning around and leaning against the counter, his arms crossed at his chest.

"I know." I sighed too. "I don't want to go back either. Everything has been so good here, and when I go back home it's just going to be a disaster. But I know I need too…" I trailed off.

"I know." He sighed again, turning around and tending to his pancakes. "Did you get your plane ticket yet?" Jacob said after a couple silent moments.

I shook my head, though his back was to me. "No, mom is getting it sometime tomorrow. "

"You excited?" Jacob laughed.

"You're kidding right? What kind of question is that?" I grimaced. "You know I'm not excited. I'm not looking forward to it at all."

"Not even to see your dad? Wait, did you even tell your dad yet?"

"I didn't tell you?" He shook his head, and I laughed and nodded, "Yes I told him. He was so mad." I laughed humorlessly. "He was practically screaming on the phone to mom. He was just about out his door, on his way to Edward's house with a shot gun before mom told him there was a possibility it wasn't Edwards."

Jacob laughed, "You're dad sounds badass. What did he say when he found out you were sleeping around under his roof?"

"It wasn't under his roof," I frowned but ignored him nonetheless. "But nothing really; I guess he was in shock. Him and mom got into a huge fight though. Dad blamed mom, and mom blamed dad. 'You should have kept a better eye on her.'" I mimicked, rolling my eyes.

Jacob laughed. "Sounds tough, but you know it'll get better eventually."

"I really don't think so." I sighed, scribbling on a piece of newspaper. "Once I tell Emmett, Rosalie's going to fucking kill me. And I have no idea how Edward's going to react—"

"You're telling Edward?"

I nodded, "Mom wants me too, but I haven't decided. I probably won't survive through telling Emmett. Plus, I think the chances of it being Edwards are pretty slim."

Jacob laughed, "You'll be fine and you should tell Edward. It's still possibility, even if it is pretty small and I'd want to know if it was possible I was going to have a kid."

"I'm terrified. I don't even know what to say. How do you tell someone that they could have a kid on the way? How do you tell the guy you're in love with that? The guy you've been with for seven months, that it's possible that this kid just might be his?"

"I'm not sure. Definitely not through a text—" Jacob laughed, reading my mind.

I laughed along with him. "I wish I could, but Edward probably changed his number, I called him so much."

"Have you talked to him since you've been out here?"

I shook my head, "No. When I first got out here, I tried calling him and texting him but he didn't answer me, so I eventually gave up. I figured giving him space, would make shit a little better for when I came back, but he hasn't even made an effort to get a hold of me, so I don't know…"

"I thought he was with that Rosalie girl?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. The last day of school, it seemed like it but I don't know…" I trailed off with a sigh.

"How long do you think they'll last?" Jacob joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Who knows," I sighed. "They're completely different people, and the only thing they really have in common is that me and Emmett both fucked them over."

"Well opposites do attract."

"That isn't funny at all, Jacob." I growled, through clenched teeth.

"I'm joking," He laughed, "I'm sure everybody has already forgotten about it anyway."

"You would think, but you don't know Rosalie. She's never going to let me live this down."

—

I contemplated pressing send on the silver cell phone between my fingers while I sat on the edge of my bed. A knock on the door quickly caused me to close my phone, deleting the words that I had already typed.

"Sweetie, can I come in?" My mother said, muffled from the other side of the door.

"Sure," I sighed, shoving my cell phone in the front pocket of my sweater.

|"Is everything okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah; every things great."

"I promise you, baby; it won't be as bad as you think."

"You don't even know them. It's probably going to be a lot worse then I think."

"You can't know that."

I shook my head. "No, but I know well enough to not want to face any of them."

"You know, you don't have to leave. Nobody is making you leave."

I sighed, while my mother came from her place in the doorway to sit beside me on the bed. I curled my feet under me so she had room to sit. "I know. But I want to go back. I miss dad and I miss Edward. I don't want to give up on him, mom."

"I know baby," she cooed, rubbing my leg.

We sat in silence for a couple moments, while my mother rubbed my leg in a soothing matter, and I picked at the sleeve of my sweater.

"Suppers going to be done soon; do you mind setting the table before Phil gets home?"

"Sure," I nodded.

After my mother left my room, closing the door behind her, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, quickly opening it and searching through the contacts until I found the one person I needed to send this message too. I took a deep breath before I started typing. My heart beat feverishly in my chest as I pressed send button.

I need to talk to you.

A/N: I can't believe I'm at chapter 8 already!

This chapter is not beta'd. Sadly my beta won't have internet until sometime in October. But I wanted to post this, and here it is. I tried to best to beta my own work, but it's a little difficult. So if there are any grammar mistakes, I apologize. Review and let me know, because if it isn't so bad, then I'll just keep beta'ing my own chapters till my beta gets back on the internet. Thank you.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention: not a lot of plot progress in this chapter. I needed a filler chapter, and this is what came out. But you did find out when Bella is due, so a little plot progress. Anyway, next chapter Bella is back in Forks and has her first day back to school.