"Rosalie's going to be so mad," I sighed looking over to Emmett who is sitting awkwardly and timidly on the small stool in the corner of the small sterilized room. I look over at Emmett and see how uncomfortable he is, here with me in this room, and wonder why he had even decided to come anyway.

"Don't start." Emmett growled through clenched teeth, as he runs his fingers through his thick curly hair. "I can't think about Rose right now. I'm about to shit my pants over here."

I laughed when he shifted uncomfortably and crossed his legs in front of him. "Calm down. It's just a checkup."

"Easy for you to say." he sighed. "You've had weeks to deal with this. I just found out 4 fucking days ago."

I noticed how uncomfortable he is talking about the baby, so I changed the subject. "Have you talked to Rose about this at all?"

"No." Emmett shook his head. "She tries to bring it up, but I shrug it off. I just...can't." He sighs, running his fingers through his hair once again. "I know if I start talking about it, she'll know."

"Does she not think it's yours at all?" I inquired.

"I don't know." He shrugs, eyeballing me. "I don't think?"

"Oh," I said simply as the office door opened and an older lady appeared and shuts the door behind her. She's wearing a long white doctors coat that ends at her knees, and her hair is in a tight bun that sits neatly on the top of her head.

"Hello Bella." She smiled, as she walks over to me and shakes my hand. "I haven't seen you in quite a bit."

"Ha," I laughed subtly. "It's been a while."

"And who is this?" She asked, offering to shake Emmett's hand.

"This is Emmett." I said.

"The father?"

"Uh, yeah." Emmett forced out.

"Well, nice to meet you." My doctor said politely, not noticing how red Emmett's face is and how he is looking everywhere except in her eyes. "I bet you're some excited."

Emmett gulped loudly and very visibly. "I sure am."

I smirked, looking down at my feet that were swinging off the side of the hospital bed, trying to stifle my silent laughter.

After introductions, the doctor goes to her seat behind her desk, in the front of the room. She pulls a folder from her desk drawer and quickly looks over it before she focuses her gaze on me. "So, the last time you had a checkup, you were 11 weeks, in Jacksonville—correct?"

"Correct." I said simply.

"You're about 16 weeks now, I believe?" She knows the answer—the papers are right in front of her, but she asks it as a question.

"That sounds about right." I smiled, looking down at my bulging stomach.

"Starting to think of any names?" She asked politely, her face beams when she looks at how I am looking down at my belly.

I shook my head. "I've thought of some, but nothing I really like yet."

"Well, most women wait until the baby is born. Some women feel like they will know when they see their new baby in their arms."

"I think I'll know when I see him." I smile.

"Him? You've found out the sex?"

I shook my head. "No, not yet. But I think it's a boy. Everyone else is telling me it's a girl though."

"What do you think Emmett?" She smirked, turning her gaze to Emmett.

"Huh?" He said caught off guard that we were actually talking to him. "Oh, um... boy?"

The doctor laughed at Emmett's uncomfortably and turns her gaze on me. "Sometimes you just know."

"I get to hear the heartbeat today, right?" I asked, awfully excited at the thought.

"Have you not heard it yet?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

"I have." I told her. "But I was just wondering if I could hear it again."

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem." She said, looking over her folder that is spread open on the desk. "Have you seen your baby yet?"

I shook my head. "When I first found out I was pregnant, they gave me a quick ultrasound, but I didn't really see anything." I think back to that day, when the doctor has shown me a picture of my baby on the screen, she kept pointing to it but it didn't look like a baby to me.

"Well, we can take a look at him if you want." She said, glancing down at the folder again. She picked up a pen and starts to write something down. "But first, I want to check your blood pressure. I noticed that it was quite high, during your last checkup."

"She mentioned that, but never said much about it." I said, swinging my legs off the hospital bed.

"Well lets check that and get it out of the way." The doctor takes the stethoscope from around her neck and puts it on my bare chest, listening to my heart beat. It's cold against my skin."Take a deep breath for me, please." When she is done, she takes the stethoscope and places it on my back. I feel the goosebumps forming on my skin. When she is done with the stethoscope, she puts it back around my her neck and grabs the sphygmomanometer from her desk. She pulls up my sweater sleeve and places it on the correct spot. "Normally during pregnancy, you want your blood pressure to be around 120/80." She says as she holds down the button and the blood pressure monitor tightens around my arm. "And as it seems..." She said, looking down at the monitor, as the air releases from the machine. "Yours is still quite high."

"Really?" I asked, my voice betraying the worry I felt.

"Unfortunately, yes." She sighed, as she puts the machine away. "We will need to monitor that, and make sure it stays low. Do you have a lot of stress in your life Bella?" She asked, once she is back in her seat, and starts to flip through her folder.

I glance at Emmett, and he gives me a small encouraging smile. I swallowed hard, but the lump in the throat makes it hard. I suddenly feel sick.

"Um, sort of." I frowned.

"Sort of?" She asked.

"Well, lately, yes." I sighed.

"We will need to eliminate that Bella. Having a lot of stress in your life, is one of the main causes to having a high blood pressure, along with your diet. Are you eating healthy?"

"Um..." I bit my lip, pulling on a piece of my hair. Suddenly, I feel guilty. I feel scared and terrified. I will be a terrible mother.

"Bella," She shakes her head. Scolding me. "You need to start eating healthy. You and your baby are now considered high risk. Having a high blood pressure during pregnancy puts you at risk for a lot of complications."

"Like what?" Emmett asked, opening his mouth for the first time during this appointment without someone asking him something first.

"One of the most common complications during pregnancy is called Preeclampsia."

"What's that?" I ask, whispering the word.

"Preeclampsia is related to increased blood pressure and protein in the mother's urine—as a result of kidney problems. Preeclampsia affects the placenta, and it can affect the mother's kidney, liver, and brain. Sometimes it can cause death."

"Wha—" I asked, my eyes wide at the word death. Will my baby die?

"I'm not trying to scare you and raise your blood pressure even higher then it is." She frowned, standing up from her chair. She walks to the other side of her desk, before she leans on the front of it and crosses her legs in front of her. "But it's something you need to know and it's something you should consider when you put yourself into a stressful situation and before you sit down to eat every meal. From now on, whatever you put in your body that is full of sodium can affect the baby."

"How to I stop myself from getting this pp—re—ee—calmpsia?"

"Well, it's common in patients who have shown signs of high blood pressure during the first couple weeks of pregnancy. But there is no way to determine if you will develop it. We will just have to monitor you and keep a close eye on you."

"Okay." I said slowly. "Okay." I said again, repeating myself. I repeat the word over and over under my breath. Preeclampsia. Preeclampsia.

"Well," the doctor says slowly and cautiously. "Lets move on. You wanted to hear the heartbeat?"

I shake my head yes, but I don't make eye contact with her

I'm lying on the hospital bed, as she puts a small amount of goop on the lower part of my abdomen. When she is done, she places a small device onto my belly and pushes in. Immediately, I hear a loud thump-thump sound. I lay down on the pillow behind me and close my eyes as I listen to my babies heartbeat.

"Wow," was all Emmett said.

—

When Emmett drops me off at home, I whisper a timid goodbye to him. We didn't talk much in the car, as I was more focused on the complications I would potentially face if I don't start treating my body and baby properly. Suddenly all the drama with Edward and Rosalie doesn't seem as important anymore.

"Dad." I yelled, as I walk into the house. I noticed that my father wasn't in his regular spot on the couch when I walk into the living room and shrug off my jacket, throwing it on the chair. "Daddddd." I almost sing.

"In here, Bells." He hollered back. I find him in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking into the fridge. My father is lying under the sink, with different tools on either side of him.

"What's it look like?" His voice is rough and irritated. "Trying to fix this damn drain."

"What's wrong with it?" I asked, leaning beside the counter as he starts to crawl himself out from under the sink.

"The water isn't draining." He sighed, wiping his hands on the dish towel in the sink." And I can't seem to find the problem." He turns the faucet on, and the sink slowly begins to fill up with water. "Dammit." He yells out in frustration and bangs his fists on the counter. I jump slightly, frightened by his outburst. "I'm going to have to call a damn plumber."

"Isn't that going to cost money?" I asked slowly, looking down at my stomach.

"Yes, Bella." He rolls his eyes. "Everything costs money. Money we don't have."

"Oh..." I said, and the room fills with silence.

"Yeah." After a couple moments, my father asked: "So, how was the doctors appointment?"

"Um, she said I'm high risk." I said biting my lip, and rubbing my stomach.

"High risk?" He asked, his voice is now full of worry, much like mine was at the doctors office. "For what? What's that even mean?"

"My blood pressure is too high I guess. She said she's going to have to monitor me. I have another doctors appointment with her in two weeks."

"Did she say what causes the high blood pressure?"

"Um, stress mostly." I said, biting my lip. "And she told me to eat properly."

"Guess that means, no more take-out." My father sighed angrily, washing his hands roughly in the sink that doesn't drain. "Not like we can afford it anyway."

"Dad, I said, after a couple moments of silence. "I can go back to Jacksonville if you want."

"Why would I want that?"

"I just know that moneys tight, and mom has... more experience being around babies."

"Bella, you are not going to live with your mother." His voice is stern. "I know moneys tight, but we'll manage. We always do."

"Are you sure? You don't seem so happy..."

"I'm disappointed." He sighed. "Of course, I am. My seventeen year old is pregnant. I'm going to be a grandfather at 37."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. What's done is done. We can't go back now."

"I know." I shrug.

"Are you going to school tomorrow?"

"Yep!" I manage to say enthusiastically. "I should probably go work on my homework now."

"Do you need any help?"

"No," I shook my head, as I start to head out of the kitchen. "But I'll let you know if I do."

A/N: I know it's a very terrible chapter. It was very rushed, but I just wanted to add this tonight. I'm sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes. But I hope you like it. :)

I would also like to mention, I had this whole story mapped out, but lost everything when my computer got reformatted. But oh well.