As promised, to make up for the long delay in getting Chapter Thirteen to you, here is Chapter Fourteen already. Enjoy! Please R&R.

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Chapter Fourteen

– Plans –

Our honeymoon in Vermont was perfect and blissful. Our cabin in Vermont was cozy and romantic. It snowed most of the week and, apart from occasionally venturing outside for snow fights and fresh air, we spent our time indoors talking, eating delicious food (who knew Jake was such a good chef?) and making love…a lot. The only thing which could have been improved was the length of the honeymoon: we only had time for a week before going back to spend Christmas with our families. I would have been happy to spend the whole of the holiday season in Jacob's arms but he insisted on flying back to Washington.

"It's a family time, Bella," Jacob insisted one day near the end of the week, as we lay curled up together while snowflakes were falling outside.

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Yes, I know. You're going to be a great father someday, with all this talk of family time."

He gently nudged me in the ribs, "A bit too soon for that, isn't it?"

"Yes," I agreed. "I think we need to spend time together, just us, and get our careers sorted before we plan our lives as parents."

"It's snowing again," Jacob said, suddenly sitting up and peering out the window. "We might get stranded here forever."

"Hey, quit the melodramatics," I scolded, pulling the duvet back around me.

"Aye aye captain," Jacob teased before collapsing back down beside me.

I entwined my feet between his and let out a sigh of contentment. Perfect happiness. Even though I never wanted this honeymoon to end, part of me was looking forward to returning to the rainy state I had come to love, because as a wedding gift to us, a house at La Push had been rebuilt and furnished. All we needed to move in.

After the festive season was over, Jacob wasted no time in getting his plans for an auto repair garage up and running. I was glad to be able to assist him with the financial aspects of his business venture and I was able to hire workmen to help him build the ideal space for his enterprise. It would be based a mile away from Billy's house, close to our own new house down on the reservation. The opening date was set for April 2nd and it seemed like it was all Jacob talked about. I didn't mind though; I was happy to see him so fired up with ideas and plans for the future.

Quil and Embry, two of Jake's best friends, were always hanging out with Jacob down at the site of the soon-to-be completed building. When they weren't down there, it seemed like they were permanent fixtures in our home, especially when they found out where we kept the spare key: buried under a flowerpot in the backyard.

"Hey guys, I think I'm going to have to put a restraining order on you," I joked one afternoon as Jacob, closely followed by Quil and Embry, bounded into the room.

"Me?" Jacob's eyebrows shot upwards.

"No, stupid," I laughed, sending pointed glances in Quil and Embry's direction.

"Aw, Bella," they said. "We just can't resist your home cooking."

"Well, it's not me who's cooking tonight," I replied, as my eyes met Jacob's. "Jake's making homemade pizza, aren't you?"

I dug him in the ribs, "Aren't you?"

"Anything for my beloved wife," Jacob said, sweeping me up off the floor as I giggled and struggled to retain at least a small part of my dignity. Jacob made delicious pizzas whilst he chatted constantly with Quil and Embry about auto repairs and some new fancy car they had read about which had amazing acceleration speeds.

"Sheesh, you guys are such motor-heads," I grumbled as I passed by them on my way to the living room.

"What did you just say? That I'm good in bed?" Jacob raised at eyebrow. And then had to duck before I threw a cushion at him.

"Hey, be careful Bella," Embry leapt to grab the jar of tomato passata before the cushion knocked it off the counter.

Our evening passed with fun and laughter. Quil and Embry were promptly shoved out the door at 10 pm and I locked it behind them.

"Put the bolt on the door, honey," Jacob said.

"Uh huh. And why would we need that?" I said teasingly.

"Ohhhh, just because I want you all to myself."

And that time, I did not protest as Jacob lifted me up into his arms.

Jacob's garage scheme was making good progress and meanwhile, I was making my own plans. I had been accepted to my chosen college online course and I was busy buying textbooks and doing the required preliminary reading. Despite the fact that I was not officially leaving home and going off to a college campus, I felt excited about this new phase in my life. For a few weeks, my mind was focused on achieving the best I possibly could. I worked hard, keeping rigidly to my schedule, and it seemed like everything was going well. I was happily married, my husband would soon be the proud owner of a business and I was on track to getting my college degree. We had a perfect, albeit small, house and we were not troubled by lack of money.

But then I woke up one morning feeling tired and ill.

"It's just a bug, sweetie," Jacob said, as he tucked the bedcovers around me and gave me tea and toast.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "I just hate feeling like this when I've got so much work to do."

"That's probably why you got sick in the first place. You've been working way too hard," Jacob said firmly.

"But I've got a paper to write which needs to be turned in next week," I complained.

"Doesn't matter," he replied. "You need to get well first."

I grumpily agreed to avoid computer work, even though I was sure not working was going to cause me more stress than actually doing the work. After a few days my exhaustion passed and I felt better than ever. I turned in all my papers on time and aced the online tests that my professors set. But then I began feeling sick. And I mean really sick. Jacob was out most days seeing to the marketing for his business and I didn't tell him about my constant nausea. I didn't want to worry him.

Maybe I've got some strange virus, I thought as I lay in bed one afternoon. I was home alone and after I had done my college work for the day, I went to bed because it was the only thing that made me feel better. Then the phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was Renêe.

"Hey baby, how are you doing?" she said. I could hear the ocean waves in the background and suddenly felt an acute longing for the Florida sun.

"Um," I said, "I'm feeling good."

The contrast between my answer and my actual state was so marked that it was obvious even to someone calling me from a few thousand miles away.

"No, you're not, honey. What's wrong? Is everything okay with you and Jacob?"

"Yeah, Mom. Everything's fine between us. It's just…" I hesitated, wondering what I should say. "I've been feeling so strange recently; first I was exhausted and now I'm nauseous all the time."

There was a silence and then Renêe spoke. "Bella, have you thought you might be pregnant?"

"Well, yeah, it crossed my mind. But Jacob and me have taken adequate precautions so it's hardly likely."

"I wouldn't be so sure, honey," my mom said. "It doesn't always work like that, you know."

My head spun, "No, no, I can't be."

"Okay," my mom said patiently. "But it can't hurt you to take a test, just to be sure."

"Okay, I will," I said, suddenly desperate to get off the phone.

"You sound like you need to go digest this. Keep in touch, honey. I love you."

"Love you too," I answered as I clicked off the phone.

Then I snatched up my car keys and drove to the drug store as fast as I could without speeding. I had a couple of hours before Jacob was due home and I suspected that my fate would be sealed, one way or another, by the time he was back. I went to the bathroom when I got home and followed the instructions on the test I had bought. Waiting for a few minutes felt like an hour…I paced from room to room, flicking lights on and off, until the time was up.

My heart raced. And then I found out the truth.