Prologue

"I walked down to the other end of the day,
Just to catch those last few waves,
I held out my hand and slowly waved goodbye,
I turn now my eyes up to the sky"

-"Alone," Alice in Chains

I leaned against the bathroom wall and crossed my left arm over my elbow, blinking at the little white stick. It stared at me, the one little blue dot, mocking me with it's bluntness. It started to blur away, and I impatiently wiped away a stray tear.

This was...unexpected.

The dorm lights flickered for the fifth time that hour. I felt like I should have been panicked, or upset, or hysterical. I didn't feel anything, though, except nauseous and over worked. My hands shook, and my feet were suddenly cold against the tiled floors of the dorm bathroom.

"Swan!" a girl shouted from the other end of the door, "Some people have classes to get to!"

I glanced at it, the little white stick with the bright blue dot, and touched my stomach. Something was inside of me. Something was growing and living and waiting for me too take care of it.

Nineteen and pregnant. Renee would love that.

"Bella!" another girl shouted, and the sound of fist on the wooden door interrupted my mantra, "Get the fuck out of there! I'm gonna be late!"

I'd already counted Jared out of the deck, before I'd even taken the test. He was not a commitment guy. He smoked and drank and collected state fines like ten year olds collect baseball cards. He would not do anything, not for me, or for this baby--this thing. This thing. This baby.

"Bella!"

"I'm almost done!" I countered, combing hair from my face and slipping on the college sweatshirt that aways lay over the shower rods. I'd felt a sigh come from the tip of my throat, a hopeless release of air that carried the rest of my sanity out with it.

I was nauseous.

My hand shook as it turned the door knob, and I barely dodged the onslaught of girls rushing to the showers, shouting and cursing at me as I worked my way back towards the dorm rooms.

Edward was gone, he wasn't coming back. This baby was the end of it, the end of us. I had nothing left of him, and he had nothing left of me. This kid was--literally--the period to that sentence.

"Well," I whispered to my stomach, closing the door to my room and leaning against the wall, "looks like it's you and me."

Author's Note: Well, hate to break it too you, folks, but turns out BELLA'S CAPABLE OF HAVING SEX WITHOUT BEING PINNED TO AN ALLEY WALL!

She is capable of fucking, she is capable of getting pregnant, and--as you will discover soon--she is capable of birthing BOYS!

I just really wanted to diminish this cliche. It hurts my head. I'll continue if you like it.

Special thanks to my HOMEDOG Swing Girl At Heart.