A/N: Hello, I wasn't sure how to exactly how to add on an A/N so I did it here before my chapter. First the legal stuff: I own none of the names brought forth from Stephenie Meyers or the Twilight saga. I just own the craziness in between those names. Now the background on me: I'm a mother of 4 children, 5 if you count my husband and you should! I also am a new full time Rad-Tech student who begins classes next week. I have written stories in the past but I must admit that it has been a while and my writing skills have greatly improved over the years. I look forward to taking you guys and gals on a great journey! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 3—Digging in!

"Chica, I'm here," Rose called from the kitchen as she came in the door. Lucky for me I had a condo in a gated community just off the campus. It's closest to the library so they tended to house the academically advanced students there and those who had English majors. I would fall into the latter category. Don't get me wrong, my grades are good, real good in fact but there are those who are way better I'm sure!

"In here!" I called out from the sofa I had planted my rear in nearly an hour before.

"What's the paper for? New paper you have to write or did you throw out an old one?" Rose busied herself with laying out the Chines food she had brought in.

Honestly it made me want to hurl in 3…2…

I jumped from my seat as soon as the veggie/noddle box popped open.

"Bella, what's wrong honey? God, I hope it's not that stomach virus going around! Mandy from…." I couldn't hear much more of what she was saying; the vomiting along with the pressure in my head was just too much.

"I didn't know you went to the doctor to….day…" Immediately I could hear thunderous footsteps pounding down the hallway.

"Well I guess it's one hell of a stomach virus huh?" Rose waving the offensive doctor office paper in the air caused my stomach to churn and once I gain I was hurling into the porcelain pot.

My friend sat closely behind me and held my hair out of harm's way. "Oh Bella, I could tell something was different about you. I just thought, well I just thought it was because you had got some sheet action. That tends to loosen up a girl, ya know." Leave it to Rose to make me laugh when I have puke on my face.

I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand as I stood to clean up. Rose then wrapped her arms around me—She gave the best hugs!—and looked over my shoulder at me.

"So what are you going to do? I mean, are you gonna, you know, have an abortion?" Rose nearly whispered the last word and wouldn't make eye contact with me.

Rose's egg donor, for a lack of better words because she was no mother, would always remind Rose that abortion was an option that she wish she would have went with when she found out she was pregnant with her and how Rose was nothing but a burden in her life. So when Rose and I were ten-years old we both made a pact that abortion was never going to be an option for us no matter what the circumstances were. We would stay together and help each other so the baby would be loved and cherished like all babies should be. We were young.

"No never! I'll admit that this isn't an ideal situation but I made the same promise as you. Abortion isn't an option for me. I fully participated in the making process but I will confess I was naïve to think the way that I did." My friend looked up with a small smile on her face.

"Yea, you kind of were." I smacked at her.

With a playful laugh I chased after her swatting at her rear. As I entered back into the living room the once offensive smell of Chinese food now had me starving!

"Oh please tell me you go egg rolls?" I asked digging through the rest of the unopened cartons and bags.

"Yea, somewhere." Rose had already made herself at home on my floor at the coffee table digging into her own carton of food.

"Mmmm, deesss are dewilshish" I mumbled around the food crammed in my mouth.

"Buuurrrrppp! Damn this stuff is cold and it's still good! So Bella, when are we going to go murder the bastard that started this?" My friend swirled her hand in the direction of my torso. I raised an eyebrow at her in an are-you-serious manner.

"Well maybe not murder him. I would like to be able to use my degree on someone other than my prison inmates but hey, I'm getting pretty god with a scalpel!