Chapter One

Positive. I felt the hot tears sting my eyes, blurring my vision. That was my last stick, and they all read the same thing. I knew my life would come crashing down, and I would be left to pick up the shattered pieces. All my hard work would be wasted, and I would have a life to throw in the trash, and a newborn baby who depends on me for everything it needs. I couldn't be a single parent.It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I was in the process of healing after Edwards's abandonment, and life throws me a curve ball. How could I look after a baby without him by my side to hold my hand? All these questions were running through my mind, and I didn't know the answers to them.

I laid the stick on the counter next to the other five tests, which all produced a little pink plus sign. I never would have thought that such a simple sign, could send someone's world upside down, leaving them in a messy situation.

Some people think pregnancy is a beautiful thing, as long as you're ready for it, and I was not. I wasn't ready to take care of another human by myself, without someone else there to help me. I always said I wanted kids, just not right now.

For a few minutes, I just stared blankly ahead, not focusing on anything unparticular. I was just thinking about how I would care for a baby, and manage to attend collage. The odds that I could do both weren't good, especially if I was alone.

"Bella, are you in there?" my dad's voice boomed on the other side of the door. I quickly took the tests and shoved them into a bag, and tied the bag with a knot.

"Yes, I'm almost done." I quickly shoved the bag into another one, and flicked it into the garbage. I unrolled some tissue and shoved it around the bag, to hide the evidence.

Once I was done, I stood up and walked to the sink. I splashed some cold water on my face, letting it cool down my red, puffy cheeks. I looked at myself in the mirror, and sighed. I still looked terrible. My hair was sticking up in places where it wasn't supposed to, my eyes were red, and sore, and my nose was pink and runny.

I decided to get a cold shower to cool myself down. I quickly stripped down and got in, letting the freezing cold water cascade down my back. It felt good to get some cold on me. I was sweaty and warm, and devastated.

Once I got out of the shower, I ran a brush through my hair and got dressed in a pair of black sweats and a white t-shirt. I didn't feel like putting on something uncomfortable, so my sweatpants seemed fine.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw my father sitting at the table, coffee in hand and reading a news paper. Once he noticed me, he looked up and smiled.

"Morning Bella," he said, placing his paper don't and standing up to hug me. "You look a little green today. Are you feeling sick?"

I shook my head. "I feel fine,"

The truth was, I felt horrible. I had woken up early in the morning for the past week and a half with a twisting feeling in my stomach, which always resulted in me throwing up. But, I wouldn't tell him that. He would only worry, and insist he stayed home to watch me.

"Well, Billy invited me over to watch the game tonight. Maybe you could invite Jacob over?" he suggested casually, standing up from the table to bring his coffee mug to the sink.

I sighed heavily, so my father would hear, and then walked over to the counter. "Actually dad, I was thinking I would invite Angelaover."

Charlie finished washing his mug, and then turned to face me, flicking a dish cloth over his shoulder. "Okay, but she has to be gone when I get home." When Charlie left to go to La Push, I called Angela, and she happily agreed to come over to talk. She was happy that we got to spend more time since Edward left, but I could tell she didn't like it when I moped around all day.

So now, Angela and I sat on my bed, flicking through the pages of teen gossip magazines and watching the last few minutes of a over dramatic soap opera which Angela adores, and followed ever since it first came on. I, on the other hand did pay attention. Instead, I flipped mentally through what I would say to her, my best friend ever since the Cullen's left.

Once I saw the ending credits roll I knew it would be time to tell her, considering Charlie would be home in about an hour. I put on my solemn face, hoping to give off a vibe that something was wrong.

"Bella," she said after a moment of silence. "Is everything okay? You seem tense."

I slowly shook my head, and sat on the couch. "No, Angela. Everything's not okay."

Angela narrowed her eyebrows, and then took a seat on the couch next to me. "What is it, Bella?"

I turned to face her, my eyes glittering with tears. It was now, or never. "Angela, I made a mistake."

Angela cocked her head to the side, her eyes still narrowed. "What is it?" she asked eagerly. Angela hated suspense, I could tell.

I took a deep breath, and exhaled a shaky, shallow one. "Angela, I think I'm pregnant." I said slowly, in a barely audible whisper. My hand started to tremble, and I placed them on my lap in an attempt to calm them.

I saw Angela's face hardened, her features becoming more define. She looked at me, searching my eyes. I knew this wasn't what she expected, it wasn't what I expected either.

"What do you mean you think you're pregnant? It's other you are or you aren't." Angela said matter-of-factly.

I looked at her face. Hard and serious, not like the Angela I knew. "I past the test." I said. "Six times."

Angela sat for a minute, letting the information process. "Is it… his?" she asked, whispering, placing a hand on my knee. I slowly nodded, looking down and wiping a tear off my cheek before she could see it.

We always referred to Edward as him. Never since the day the Cullen's left, did anyone say his name to my face, knowing how much it hurt me. Even Charlie, who I think was happy when Edward left, took that into consideration.

It was silent for a minute. Angela stared at the floor, her eyes twitching, obviously thinking.

"Bella, I'm so sorry." Angela said, reaching over an engulfing me into a hug.

I pulled back, shaking my head. "You shouldn't be sorry, Angela. I was that stupid one." I said, tears streaming down my face.

"Bella, you're not stupid. You made a mistake. But, everything will be alright."

"Do you promise?" I asked, wiping the tears away from my face with the back of my hand.

Angela nodded. "I promise."

I woke up the next morning to the annoying beep of my alarm clock. Groggily, I stretched my arm out from underneath the covers and shut it off. I sat up, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the unusual light peeing into the room from my half open window. I stretched my arms over my head before standing up and getting ready to prepare for my

Upon standing up, I felt a familiar twist in my stomach which caused me to flee to the bathroom to throw up whatever contents I had in my stomach. After I was done, I wiped my mouth, and flushed the toilet. This wasn't the highlight of pregnancy, I knew that. I stood up, and walked to the sink, rinsing my mouth with some water, then spitting it back out in the sink.

It was early morning on a Sunday. Yesterday, when Jessica was over, she convinced me to make a doctors appointment, which I did. I had to be at the doctors by twelve noon, and it was already eleven twenty.

I quickly went to my dresser and pulled out my clothes I would wear today, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I wasn't really in the mood to find anything else, so my normal clothes were fine.

After I got dressed, I went to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth, being careful not to wake Charlie. Sunday was his only day off, so he liked to sleep in until past noon.

Once I was done, I looked at the clock. The big red numbers told me it was eleven thirty-one. Only twenty-nine minute to get to the doctors.

I grabbed my bag from my desk, went downstairs, being careful not to trip. I didn't only have me to take care of now; I had a baby too look after, too.

I wrote Charlie a note, saying I was gone for a drive, and wouldn't be back for a couple hours. I stuck the sticky note on the table, and went out of the door, letting it close behind me.

The weather was getting better, since it was almost the end of June, and summer was approaching. The sun was out, with little white clouds sprinkled all around it, blocking it from showing all it could. It wasn't bad weather here in Forks, but nothing like back in phoenix. In Phoenix, the sun was always shining, with temputure above seventy-five, with no clouds. But here, the grass was damp, and muggy, and the sun only warmed it by a few degrees. I opened the door to my old, red truck and got it. The inside of the car was warmer then it was outside, and felt good against my skin. I put my keys in the ignition, and listened as the car roared to life.

The doctor's office was about twenty minutes away, so I already knew I was going to be late.

The drive didn't seem to last that long, and before I knew it, I was pulling up to the Forks Medical Clinic. I zoomed around the parking lot for a place to park, and found a place next to the wheelchair spot, where an elderly woman was begin helped out her car by a man who looked about thirty.

I walked past them muttering a 'hi', and up the small steps and into the doctors office.

The doctor's office smelt like plastic, and mold. Not very welcoming.

I ignored the stench, and took a seat in the small waiting room, where other expected mothers and fathers sat, reading parenting magazines, or reading the old books to the small children they had with them.

Everyone looked so happy. They would rub their stomachs, and smiled, and their husbands would occasionally place a hand on their stomachs to feel the warmth of their baby.

I so badly wished that it was me and Edward sitting in this small room together, looking into each others eye's like no one else existed. I wanted Edward to be beside me, and whisper to me that everything was going to be
alright, and that we would get through this together. But that wasn't going to happen. He was gone; leaving me to care for a child which he doesn't even know exists.

"Isabella Swan?" a heard someone say. I looked up and saw a woman, who looked to be in her thirties, wearing a purple nurse suit and holding a clipboard. "The doctor will see you now."

I looked around the room once more, all eyes on me. I sheepishly nodded and followed her into a room.

The room smelt more strongly of plastic and medication, and it immediately turned my stomach. I didn't know if other people smelt it to, or if it was just me, so I ignored it the best I could.

The nurse pointed to a cot in the corner of the room, and told me the doctor would be in shortly. I nodded and walked over to the bed, laying down on it. It was uncomfortable. The long paper made a loud noise when ever I moved to get comfy, so I just stuck it out and left it the way it was.

I glanced around the room at the many posters and diagrams until the doctor came in. She looked to be in her forties, with long black hair that was pulled into a pony tail. She was wearing a pair of black pants, and a long white doctor's jacket. She, too, was holding a clipboard.

"Hello, Isabella." She greeted cheerfully. I gave a weak smiled, not wanting to speak. "So it says here you think you might be pregnant."

I nodded, and cleared my throat. "Yes,"

She smiled. "What makes you think that?"

I sighed. I really wasn't in the mood to answer questions, but I did anyway. "For the last couple of weeks I haven't been feeling that well. I have been throwing up in the morning, and I missed my period two months in a

The doctor nodded, and scribbled something down on her clipboard. "Okay," she said. "Let's start the procedure.


After taking a blood sample, which I thankfully didn't pass out from, the doctor said my results should be back within the hour, and I should try to get something to eat. But I couldn't think about food right now, I was too nervous. I kept looking at
the dashboard clock, and each minute seemed to drag on longer then it should,
until finally, it was time.

I walked into the office, and to the front desk. There was the same woman dressed in purple, typing something on the computer with a phone pressed to
her ear.

Once she finished the call, she smiled. "Hello Isabella, the doctor is waiting for you." She pointed to a door, which I guessed was an office. I nodded and walked into the room.

The doctor was sitting at a desk, looking at something on a sheet of paper. Once she saw me, she looked up and gestured for me to take a seat.

"Hello, you must be here for your results," she said, getting a sheet of paper from a drawer and scanning it.

I cleared my throat. "Yes."

She nodded, and scanned the paper once more before handing it to me. "Congratulations, Isabella, you are around nine weeks pregnant."

I gulped loudly and looked over the paper, and sure enough it read positive. I couldn't move, or talk, and for a minute I think I stopped breathing. I felt my face become even paler then it already was, and I blanked out.

"Isabella, are you alright?" the doctor asked, pushing some hair behind her ear.

I nodded. "I'm just in shock. I really wasn't expecting this." I said, looking over the paper one more time to see if the words had magically changed to tell me I was not pregnant.

"You know Bella," she said, slumping forward in her chair. "There are options."

I quickly realized what she meant, and shook my head. "No, my mother is very old fashioned, she doesn't believe in that."

"Well, adoption is an option too," she said, reasoning.

"I don't know," I said slowly, letting it sink in. Maybe adoption was a good option, but nine months with something growing inside you would defiantly make you attached.

"Well, if you have any questions or concerns, im only a call away. I have scheduled an appointment for three weeks from now, so I'll see you then."

I just nodded, and walked out of her office, still starring at the crumbled sheet I held tightly in my palms.

I couldn't believe it.

I was pregnant, and alone.


A/N- So, here's my new Twilight fanficiton. Let me know if I should keep it, or delete it. Please rate and review.