Thanks to MeteorOnAMoonlessNight for being my beta and Sara aka Nikki Black and Sukiethree for pre-reading!

A/N: I just want to put a warning/disclaimer here. In this Fanfic, Edward is an Alcoholic, I know that that could be an issue or a trigger for someone. I just want you to be forewarned.

Prologue

—LD—

I stared down at the positive pregnancy test in my hands. Neither of us was ready for something like this. I didn't know how we'd gotten here. I mean, I knew how we'd gotten here. It was that one stupid night where we both got a little too drunk at a party and decided that it was as good a time as any to take our on-again, off-again relationship to the next level. We'd fucked each other's brains out on someone's bed. Whose bed it was, exactly, we had no clue, and probably never would. Condoms and my lack of birth control were not even considered in our inebriated state.

I was twenty-four, just out of college, and had recently started interning at his mother's interior design firm. He was barely nineteen and most of the time wildly immature, but so damn beautiful to look at. In the times that he did act like an adult, he was wonderful, loving, and compassionate. It was in those times that I wanted to trust him implicitly, wanted to believe the words that came out of his mouth.

He had no thoughts of college; he was lucky that he even graduated from high school. He wanted to be an entrepreneur, to dabble in everything, nothing ever holding his interest for long.

I sighed, placing my hand on my still-flat stomach. Now, all the problems and issues of his that I'd ignored for so long, were mine as well. All the signs had been there for a while, but I'd turned a blind eye. We weren't really a couple, even though we didn't date other people, so it never felt like it was my place to say anything. Not that he would have listened, anyway.

I didn't know how he would take the news. I didn't know if he would be drunk, or if it was one of the rare expanses of time that he was sober. There was no time like the present to find out. It wasn't as if I was going to get any less pregnant as time went on.

I pulled out my phone, locating his number and pressing the call button, my heart hammering in my chest the whole time.

He answered on the third ring.

"Edward?" I said hesitantly. "We need to talk."