AN: I always said I wouldn't post a new story until it was 100% done. However, this one is past the half way mark and I feel confident I won't miss an update. I will try to update this on a weekly basis. This story will be rated T for some explicit language.

As always, I own nothing. Twilight is the sole creation from the awesome imagination of one Stephanie Mayers.



"You're what?" Charlie looked confused. Then a bout of anger passed over his weathered face.

"I'm pregnant, dad."

"Who is the father? Why were you not careful? The father better man up!" He sneered through his clenched teeth. Yeah this was going over nicely. I looked over at Rose and then again over at Alice for strength and encouragement.

"There is no father."

"What? How can there be no father? Bella we went over the birds and the bees when you were seven." He was starting to sound exasperated.

"I know all about the birds and the bees, dad. Please don't bring that traumatizing conversation up."

"Then how do you not know who the father is? Oh God, just how many guys have you slept with that you wouldn't know which one is the father?" Now his face was plagued with disappointment and distress. This wasn't a mistake. At least it wasn't a mistake in my book. But my dad just didn't have all of the facts yet and I'm having a hard time explaining to him.

"I haven't slept with anyone. I'm technically still a virgin." I said through my humiliation.