Hello! This is my first Twilight fan fic on here. I hope you like it! I am working on re-editing and polishing these chapters as I can, so you might notice some changes as we go along. Read along and send me a comment!

The time was exactly 5:27 PM when my entire world crashed down.

It was now 6:12. I was in the same spot as before, seated on the tile floor of the bathroom. The door was closed and locked. Scattered around me were the remains of the boxes of three pregnancy tests. In my lap lay the results: three little pink plus signs.

My face was damp from tears and stinging from the continual stream of tissues I rubbed against it. My eyes felt puffy and sore from crying. Beside me lay a box of tissues that I had used to wipe my eyes, nose, and, after vomiting, my mouth. My hands shook as I reached for another tissue, rubbing it across the reddened, raw skin of my nose. I added it to the ever-growing, monstrous pile of used tissues on the floor.

I dropped my head back against the cool tile wall with a thud. Willing myself to gain control, I concentrated on my breathing. Yoga fire breaths, I told myself. Yoga fire breaths. It did little to help.

To my horror, I heard the front door open, and then close with a slight bang.

Oh God. Jasper was home.

"Alice!" His voice rang clearly throughout the apartment. I shuddered and tried to suck air into my lungs. I couldn't will a response.

"Alice?" He called again. A twinge of concern colored his voice at my lack of response.

Come on Alice, I internally begged. Get it together. NOW!

I took in three more deep yoga breaths before calling out.

"I'm in the bathroom, Jazz," I said, attempting to keep my voice steady.

My failure was evident by the way Jasper's footsteps hurriedly approached the bathroom. He tried the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

"Alice, please, unlock the door." His fist tapped softly against the wood. "What's wrong, love?"

"Nothing is wrong, Jasper." I stammered. "I just don't feel too good,"

As I spoke, I crammed the pregnancy tests back into the small brown paper bag. Hurriedly, I scooped the remaining signs of my break down into the small trashcan, forcing the soggy tissues into the confined space.

"You were never a good liar, Love," he teased.

Even through the joke, I could hear the honest concern and worry in his voice. My stomach twisted sickeningly – I hated that I was hurting him. For a moment, I was sure I was going to vomit once more.

The fact that he cared, that he was worried, made it all worse. How could I be doing this to him – to someone so wonderful and perfect? He wasn't ready for a baby, neither of us were.

We had always been so careful! It didn't make any sense.

I attempted to calm myself with a few more inhalations of air and folded the brown bag shut. Slowly, I opened the door. I kept my eyes down, away from his penetrating gaze.

"Alice? What is going on? What happened? Please, tell me."

The panic in his voice wrenched at my heart. I stepped forward, closing the small space between my fiancée and myself. I wrapped my arms shakily around his torso. Pressing my face into his chest, new sobs erupted, despite the promise I had made to myself to not shed a tear about this in front of him.

"Alice, love, please," he begged. "Please, tell me what's going on."

I merely shook my head, choking against the sobs I was fighting. He pressed me into him, holding me tight.

His burning desire to have an explanation was practically radiating off of him, but he would not force me to speak if I didn't want to. I knew he wouldn't.

The paper bag crinkled in my hand as I quaked. Little did he know that inside that bag was the answer to what was coming, our death sentence. Little did he know that this would be the one thing that would drive him over the edge, and realize that I wasn't worth the trouble. Little did he know that, inside that bag, was the one result that would open his eyes and make him see how much of a little freak I was… and how much he didn't want me. My stomach churned again, and I pressed myself into him even closer.

His hands rubbed soothingly up and down my back, sending out electric sparks through my body with each little movement.

"Look, I can cancel the meeting for tomorrow, and stay home, alright? Whatever is going on here, we can sort this out. I prom-" he said, but I cut him off.

"No, Jazz." I choked out. I released my hold around his waist and wiped my hand across my nose. I didn't bother to care how unattractive my movement was. "Don't. Really, I'm fine. Don't cancel the meeting, it is really important."

"Not as important as you, Love."

I sucked in a shaky breath and shut my eyes to the stinging tears.

"Yes, as important as me. More so," I said stubbornly. He released a throaty grumble at that. "You are going to that meeting."

He stood stock still for a moment looking down at me, concern filling his entire face.

"Are you sure?"

I gave a weak sort of smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I slid past him, and started to head for the bedroom down the hall.

"Alice, don't you want dinner?" he said as I started to walk away, and I turned back to face him.

"No, I'm not hungry."

This wasn't true. My stomach, fully emptied, was practically snarling for food. I knew, however, that in my state, I wouldn't be able to keep anything down.

As I started to turn away again, he quickly asked, "What's in the bag?"

I stalled for a moment before breaking my gaze from his. I told him as much truth as I could.

"Oh, nothing. Just… girl items."

He nodded, his face still frozen into a mask of worry and love that made me feel sick as I entered our bedroom. I shut the door quietly behind me.

Well, there is chapter one! Hope you liked it! This is, I believe, my shortest chapter. They absolutely grow as we go along, so don't worry too much about length, my dear. :) Comment, and tell me what you think!

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