"Jesus, Bella." Alice yelled excitedly, the minute I had entered her room. "You're getting so big."

"Shut up," I growled, frowning as I looked down at my wardrobe. I was wearing a pair of pyjama pants and a tight tank top that showed exactly how big I have gotten in the past couple of months. Dropping my overnight bag by Alice's dresser, I uncomfortably pulled down the bottom of my shirt that kept riding up over my baby belly.

"I'm serious," she went on, as I awkwardly stood at the entry way of her room. I didn't exactly feel comfortable with her telling me how fat I've gotten. "She's going to be a huge baby." The emphasis didn't go unnoticed on the word 'huge' or the word 'he'.

"He will not be." I rolled my eyes, with a smirk on my face as I crossing my arms over my chest.

"It's a girl, Bella. I can tell." Alice argued with a grin on her face.

"You know nothing about babies and it's a boy." I smirked, rolling my eyes, as I patted my stomach. "I can feel it."

"Oh shut it," she laughed and patted the empty space on the bed beside her. "Get your fat ass over here." I frowned, but happily skipped over.

"Why is Emmett's hair gelled back? It looks ridiculous."

The remainder of the evening before we fell asleep was spent lying on our stomachs; our feet in the air, looking over an old photo album that Alice kept. As much fun as we were having looking back on old memories, it depressed me, seeing how happy I was with all the friends I had that were no longer in my life.

Alice quickly looked over to the photo album that I was holding; I pointed at the picture I was talking about which caused Alice to squeal loudly and practically toppled over in laugher. "I remember that day,"

"Wha—", I started to ask, but she cut me off.

"Rose always complained about Emmett's frizzy hair, and she told him to put a little gel in it, and he comes to school looking like this. It was seriously the best day ever." I laughed politely, a little disappointed that I had missed what sounded like a hilarious day. Alice quickly snatched my photo album, seeing a picture that caught her attention. "Look at Jasper in this picture. Oh my god, he's so adorable."

"I didn't know Jasper was on the basketball team."

"It was only for a year; he joined because his girlfriend Heidi," Alice grimaced, her face twisting in disgust, "liked basketball players so he wanted to impress her or something. I don't know." She shrugged, "she's a bitch."

Her jealousy caused me to laugh. "How are you and Jasper anyway?" I asked, flipping through the photo album that I snatched back from Alice. "Usually you don't shut the fuck up about him,"

"Shut up," Alice smacked my shoulder jokingly and laughed. "But we're good."

"Just good," I provoked her with a smirk on my face.

"I don't want to jinx it." She practically screamed in frustration and then giggled. "I've been in love with this boy since I was ten. "

"Okay, okay." I laughed.

"Bella, look at this picture of you," Alice laughed, changing the subject.

Grabbing the photo album, I looked at it and shrugged. "That doesn't even look like me."

"Well it's you." Alice giggled, grabbing back the photo album. "You wore that sweater every day for a month."

This caused me to laugh. "I wore it every day because Edward gave it to me."

"He did?" Alice asked, her voice laced with confusion. She inspected the picture closely. "I didn't know that."

I laughed, snatching the photo album, and gazed at the picture. "It was sophomore year at the bleachers during the first football game of the year. "

It was a cold afternoon and I was leaning against the football field gate, waiting for my friend to return with beverages. She had been gone for a while, so when I heard the gravel crunch behind me, I assumed it was her and quickly turned around with a grin on my face. Instead of my friend, it was a boy I had never met before, but I knew him. It was a boy I had heard a million and one stories about from my new friends

"Isabella? Right?" He said slowly, and approached with caution. I nodded with a timid smile on my face. "You're the new girl."

"It's Bella, actually." I shrugged and corrected with a grin.

"I'm Edward Cullen."

"I know," I laughed. "I'm friends with Rosalie Hale."

Edward frowned then and kicked the gravel with his feet. He looked very displeased by this information. "I bet she has a bunch of fun stories to share about me."

"She does," I giggled and nodded. "You make a very pretty girl."

"She told you that, huh?" Edwards face turned a shade of pink in embarrassment; although that could have just been the freezing temperature.

"No," I laughed. "I saw pictures."

"Great," he laughed humourlessly and rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry; you really do make a very pretty girl."

"Thanks? I think." His embarrassment made me laugh.

"I'm actually waiting for Rose now." I sounded distracted as I looked around the array of people for my blond headed friend. "She should be back by now though."

"She was making out with Emmett behind the garbage cans the last time I saw her." Edward said simply with a shrug.

"What the hell?" I laughed, completely caught off guard by that information. I knew she was secretly seeing Emmett, but it had yet to be confirmed by her. "She was supposed to come back here with my hot chocolate." I shivered rubbing the arms of my thin shirt. "I'm freezing."

"You look pretty cold." Edward whispered, taking a slow step forward and removed my hands with his own; he began rubbing my arms to create friction. "You're turning purple. Why the hell are you here without a jacket?"

I gulped loudly and forced myself to meet his gaze before I spoke. "Rose made me hurry and I forgot it."

"Sounds like Rose." He laughed; his breath fanning my face and he started taking off his jacket. When his hands left my arm, I held back a sigh at the loss of contact. "Take mine."

"No, no." I pleaded, handing the jacket back to him. "It's fine. Rose should be back—"

"Trust me; she'll be gone for a while." He smirked, "just take it."

"You'll be cold." I argued.

"I'm leaving anyway."

"Oh," I said, though I was feeling a little disappointed.

"Here," he said with a smile and helped me into the jacket.

"Thank you." I smiled timidly, immediately breathing in his scent of pine needles, and a slight hint of men's deodorant.

"No problem," he smirked before he said my name, "Bella."

"I never wore it to school though," I laughed, rolling over on my back just staring at the picture, the giant grin that was placed on my face; I looked so happy. "I didn't want him to think I was a freak."

"I remember those days where she would sneak around to see Emmett." Alice laughed, flipping through the other photo album.

"She really thought we were stupid."

"I miss those days," Alice sighed.

"Me too."

—

A couple days ago, my father had asked me to make an appointment with the school counsellor to find out what they offer students in my 'situation.' During my meeting we discussed schooling for around the time I was due. She suggested that I stop going a couple weeks before my due date, just in case the baby came a week or two early.

I was scheduling another meeting with the secretary when the door opened and I uncontrollably looked that way. Locking eyes with the familiar boy, I immediately looked away and down at the papers in front of me.

"Uh, hey Em." I mumbled nervously, my eyes still focused on the paper in front of me.

"Bella," he said slowly, sounding as though he was caught off guard. "How are you?"

"Um. Good." I shrugged and swallowed hard. "Uh," I bit my lip, unsure of how to continue; taking a deep breath, I forced myself too. "I need to—"

Emmett's eyes widened, knowing exactly what I was about to say causing him to cut me off and finish my sentence for me. "We should talk. "

"Yeah, um." I heaved a sigh. "I texted you a couple weeks ago—"

"I was busy." He deadpanned, cutting me off.

"Oh."

"Look, I know what this is about." Emmett sighed, scratching the back of his head.

"Uh," I said awkwardly.

"With the rumours going around and then you texting me," he swallowed noticeably and exhaled nosily. "I kind of just figured."

"Then why didn't you call me or something?"

"I was scared—"

"Are—", I starting quickly, cutting him off.

"I still am." He assured me.

"Me too," I sighed.

"Are you sure—"

"I'm pretty positive." I shrugged.

"Oh,"

"Does Rose know—"

"No," he said simply.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Uh," he stood there awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'd prefer if you didn't," I shrugged, "at least not for now."

"Okay."

An uncomfortable silence followed.

"I should go." I said slowly, a little unsure but started to walk away anyway. "My dad's waiting—"

"No," he rushed quickly, grabbing my elbow. "Bella, wait." I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room while he held my arm. "Fuck," he groaned, tugging on his curly hair. "This isn't how I wanted it to go."

"How did you—", I started to ask but he cut me off.

"I'm terrified," his eyes were wide with fear, showing me exactly how scared he was. "But I don't want you to go through this alone." He shook his head, "you weren't the only one there that night." He closed his eyes briefly and exhaled loudly, fanning my face with his breath. "I fucked up too."

"Oh." I baffled, completely caught off guard.

"Are you keeping it?"

"Yes." I blinked.

"Oh," he sounded disappointed.

"Um," I said awkwardly. "Emmett," I breathed. "I should really go…"

"I'm sorry!" His words were hurried, almost overlapping. "Fuck," he tugged roughly at the ends of his hair, causing his knuckles to turn white. "This is so fucked up," he groaned. "I'm sorry—"

"It's fine Emmett." I cut him off, gently pulling my arm from his grasp. "But I should— "

"I want to be there."

"You don't have—"

"I want to be there, Bella."

"Um," I bit my lip and swayed awkwardly for a couple of seconds. I was completely taking back with the dedication in Emmett's eyes. "Well," I said slowly. "I have a doctor's appointment in a couple weeks to hear the heartbeat—"

"I can come?"

"Yeah."

A small smile spread across Emmett's face, while relief showed in his eyes.

—

"How's school?"

"Good." I shrugged to myself, clutching the phone at my ear as I shut my bedroom door behind me and crawled onto my bed, resting on my stomach.

"Just good, Bella?" I could practically see her rolling her eyes. "Come on." Her voice was sarcastic and mocking. "Do you think I was born yesterday?"

"Me and Emmett talked,"

"And?" She pressed.

"I think he wants to be involved." I shrugged, blowing it off as though it wasn't all that important.

"You think?" My mother's voice sounded irritated and annoyed.

"Well, he said he wanted to be there; whatever that means," I made sure to put the emphasis on the word 'there', and rolled my eyes. "And he's coming to my doctor's appointment with me."

"Are you comfortable with that?" Her voice was worried.

"Well yeah," I shrugged. "I don't want to go alone and it's just to hear the heartbeat."

"What about your father or Alice?" She asked.

"Dad has work and Alice is probably doing something with Jasper."

"Bella—", my mother urged.

"Mom, I'm fine." I whined, annoyed that she wouldn't drop the subject. The truth was that I was completely fine going to my doctor's appointment with Emmett. The part that made me anxious was I wasn't completely sure that he wouldn't tell Rosalie that he was going to be a part of my pregnancy.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I said through clenched teeth.

"How's your father?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "I barely ever see him."

"He's not home?" Her voice was laced with concern.

"He's always working." I said simply, tracing patterns on my quilt.

"You know if you're feeling lonely or just whatever," I rolled my eyes, "you're more than welcome to come home."

"I'm fine, mom."My voice was high and joking. I pulled my hood up over my head and laid on my back, my feet resting on the wall. "But can I ask you something about dad?"

"Sure sweetie."

"Did he not want me to come home?"

It had been something I had been contemplating for a while now.

"Why do you think that?" Her voice was bothered and alarmed. I could practically see her twisting her head in confusion.

"We're fighting more than usual lately." I shrugged.

"He's probably just stressed sweetie."

"So, he didn't say anything to you about not wanting me here?"

"Bella," My mother sighed. "He's your father, of course he wants you there; it's your home."

"I know," I also sighed.

"Just help him out a bit; clean up after yourself and maybe help out with the dishes and laundry."

I rolled my eyes, "that's what he said."

"I know that this is very hard on him. He's working extra hours at work to pay for the baby when she comes and he asks only that you go to school every day."

"I have been. And it's a he, mom."

"Just help your father out." Her voice was stern.

"I will."

A/N: I beta'd this chapter also. So, I'm sorry for any mistakes. Hopefully my beta will be back on the internet soon. Anyway, longest chapter so far. What do you think? There is a lot of information in this chapter.

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