I drove quickly down to La Push, not really paying any attention to the road. I thought about how I would explain this to Mom. Not to mention Dad...
I could just tell her right away. I’m pregnant. Don’t ask. And then just leave without meeting her gaze. But I realized I would have to answer her questions and accusations eventually anyway. I was such a coward! Option A was out.
I could lie. Say something like: We just had a little fight, and Jake overreacted. It’s okay, nothing to worry about.
Why didn’t you just tell me? She would ask.
I didn’t want any questions...
That would probably work perfect with any other human being. But I knew Bella Cullen too well to even try to lie. Sooner or later, she would catch me with a big, fat lie. Literally. Option B was out, too.
Witch left me with only one option, C.
Option C was quite embarrassing. It was to ask Jacob what the hell I was going to do. I decided as I stopped the car by our house; I would talk to Jacob on our way to the hospital.
I opened the door. ”Jake! Jacob Black?”
”In a minute!” He was in the kitchen. Our house wasn’t big at all. Two rooms and a kitchen. And bathroom, thankfully...
The bedroom contained one queen-sized bed, two closets and a mirror. Alice didn’t really approve the one-closet-each-thing. But then, it wasn’t her business. I had a few clothes back at Mom and Dad’s place. Jacob didn’t need that many clothes. I smiled at the thought.
I lay down on the couch and picked up my copy of Wuthering Heights. Mom had insisted on me reading it. So far I liked it. A little slow, but still my kind of book. Catherine’s pathetic with all her crying, but I like Heathcliff. I feel like we have something in common, me and him. We’re both a bit different...
I put it back on the table. I knew it wasn’t good for me to think about what I was.
I started to look around the room instead. The front door was at the eastern side of the house. It led to the living room, where I was at the moment. When you got in you almost crashed into our little TV, but if you held left you would crash into the fireplace instead.
In front of the TV was the couch, one armchair and a little table. There was a bookshelf, too. Poor thing didn’t get that much attention.
The kitchen was nothing special, just a very rectangular room, filled with furniture that would remind you of a...kitchen.
I chuckled at myself. Of course it looked like a kitchen, stupid!
”What?” asked the sweetest voice in the entire universe.
I stood up, taking his hand while I rushed for the door.
”Where’s the fire?”
”I’ll explain on the way. Just come.” We got into the car, and I immediately put the key in the ignition and turned it.
”Hang on,” Jacob said. He took my face between his hands. ”Where are we going?”
I put my hands around his neck. To the hospital, I thought.
He looked confused.
Carlisle knows. And probably Alice, too.
Jacob sighed and bent in to kiss me. His lips was soft against mine, moving vividly.
I exhaled and shifted the clutch. ”Here we go,” I said, hoping that I didn’t sound as freaked out as I was.