A/N: First things first, I must absolutely give credit to my wonderfully awesome Beta, Morrigan! Also, I'd like to recognize my great pre-reader Sarah Teague-without you both, there's no telling how this fic would've turned out.

This is my very very very first fic, but I'm excited about it, and I'd love feedback and honest criticism.

Last but not least, I do not own anything associated with the Twilight Series...despite how much I wish I Jacob Black were mine and only mine. *sigh*

I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to drop me some comments when you're done.

"I thought we were being careful!"

Taking a deep calming breath, I glared at him. "Really, Jacob?"

I wasn't very familiar with 'Angry Jacob'. The tone of his voice, alone, made me want to start bawling on the spot. I think he sensed my fear because his next words came out a tad more calm.

"Bella, are you absolutely sure…" he paused, "you know, are you sure that you're… pregnant?"

For the very first time since I'd laid eyes on Jacob Black, I felt like I could've slapped him.

Jacob let out a low growl as I nodded my head in response to his question. I was more than sure. Only a few hours prior, Doctor Remington confirmed the suspicions I'd been harboring for the past week.

"Congratulations, Ms. Swan!" the doctor beamed as he walked back into the examination room.

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile in response to the news. The thought of being a mother for the first time excited me; however, the pain of knowing that the father of my unborn child was married-to another woman-instantly killed my joy. Tears flowed non-stop during my short drive across town from the doctor's office to my bookstore.

I had no idea how I would tell Jacob. I had no idea what was going to happen. On one hand, I knew he'd be happy. He would have to be. I was pregnant with his first child. This would be the baby he'd longed for. On the other hand, I wasn't his wife. I wasn't the woman he said, 'I do' to. I just happened to be the woman he'd slipped up and fell madly in love with.

Unconsciously, I rubbed my still-flat belly where our child was growing.

"How far along are you, Bells?" Jacob asked, forcing me back into the present.

A lump formed in my throat, preventing me from answering immediately.

"Doctor Remington says about six weeks," I replied.

"How long have you known?"

"I went to the clinic this morning…" I stared down at my cup of tea, pretending to be consumed with the words printed on the tag of the tea bag.


That's all you can say!? I screamed in my head.

We sat there for several painful minutes without saying much. I stared out the window, absentmindedly taking in the details of all of the local shops in the immediate area. The tension between us was extremely unsettling. Jacob hadn't shown the slightest hint of happiness or excitement. Maybe it was ridiculous of me to believe that he would.

I mean, really, did I expect him to jump for joy? I was just the pregnant mistress.

I could feel his eyes on me, but refused to meet his gaze. He took my hand and held it gently, yet firmly, in his. I found his touch calming, and I glanced up to see his signature smile on full display. That beautiful smile pacified my soul for the moment. His softened expression reassured me that everything would be okay regardless of how messy this situation seemed. My Jacob would make it okay.

"Jake, I –"

The sight before my eyes silenced me midsentence. Immediately, I withdrew my hand from Jacob's hold and tried my best to think of what my next action would be. Conveniently, my mind went blank, and my heart felt like it had dropped from my chest into the seat of my panties.

Oh my God!

There was no denying that she'd seen him sweetly holding my hand.

There was no denying that she had rage in her eyes.

And there was absolutely no denying that she was walking straight toward us. The sound of my heart beating in my ears amplified with each step she made closer to the shop's doors.

I wanted to curl into a ball and die when she effortlessly swung open the door and headed straight for the little table where we were sitting. Jacob's expression mirrored mine–-one of sheer and unadulterated horror.

"So when were you going to tell me that your BITCH was pregnant?" she screamed with extra emphasis on the word bitch.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

How did she know I was pregnant? What the hell?

Jacob stood up, walked closer to her and threw up his hands as if he were trying to surrender.

"Josie, calm down and please watch your language!"

Tears gushed from my eyes, blurring my vision of the scene unfolding before me. Jacob wasn't his usual cool, calm, and collected self. I'd never seen or heard so much frustration and pain coming from him as he tried to reason with Josie.

My father's voice popped in my head, 'Bella, honey, if you ever see a snake, slowly take three steps back and run away as fast as you can.' If only the instructions he had given me as a child were applicable right then. I wanted nothing more than to escape this volatile situation. I have never done well with drama and violence.

Josie's shouts became more and more pained and tears strangled her speech while Jacob tried to reason with her. It seemed like every sentence she produced had the f-word in it. I silently thanked God that it was late in the evening and I didn't have any customers. I could only imagine what the Forks gossip grapevine would have been like if word had gotten out about Jacob's twisted love triangle blowing up right in the middle of town.

I could hear it now…Jacob went out and got the police chief's daughter pregnant while his poor wife has been wallowing in sadness because of her own inability to conceive. Can you believe that? He always seemed like such a nice guy…

Jacob snapped me out of my inner thoughts when he put one of his strong hands on my shoulder and barely above a whisper said, "Bells, honey, I need to go. I'll call you as soon as possible."

And just like that, he was gone.

She was gone.

I locked the doors behind them, turned around the 'closed' sign, and sat there for what felt like hours. The shelves upon shelves of novels were my only company.

Josie's words repeated over and over in my mind.

When were you going to tell me that your bitch was pregnant?

Tears continued to fall.

I couldn't remember ever being called such an ugly word. Maybe I was a bitch, though. Who falls madly in love with a married man and gets pregnant by him? What kind of a woman does that? What kind of a decent woman actively helps ruin a marriage and feels no kind of serious remorse for it?