Dusk // Twilight // Emmett Cullen [ON HOLD]

Flashback: Sophomore Year

ALLISON

I get out of bed and go back to the bathroom to throw up, like I have been all day. I skipped school, I'm too sick. I manage to get back onto my feet and flush the toilet. I open the cabinet behind my mirror in search of Zofran. My eyes scan over a box of tampons. Curiously, I grab it and find it to be unopened. I drop the box on the floor and rush to check my phone. An alert pops up, telling me that period is late. I put my phone down and press my back against the wall. I slide down until my butt hits the floor. My mind travels back to last week. I hit my head against the wall.

"Shit." I breathe running my hands through my hair. I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"You weren't at school?" Emmett speaks as he enters my window. My hand falls to my side as I look up.

"Didn't feel up for it. Dad told me to stay home." I shrug. He offers his hand and I take it. In one swift move, I'm back on my feet. He wraps his arms around my torso and gently kisses my forehead. I softly smile as I wrap my arms around him.

"What's wrong?" He asks pulling me back to study me.

"What do you mean?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"You're anxious, more so than normal. Your heart keeps faltering." He states. I shake my head before speaking.

"I'm fine." I say.

"Stop lying, and tell me what is wrong." He says sternly.

"Emmett, I'm fine." I state. "Nothing is wrong. I promise."

"Hmm, you promise," he holds out a pinky, "but do you pinky promise?" I shift and look at the ground.

"You can't just randomly ask someone with severe anxiety issues what's wrong. I mean something is always wrong, I have severe anxiety issues." I mumble. He places a hand under my chin and lifts my head.

"Bullshit. I know better than that. You're afraid to tell me something." He states. "Alli, if it's something that can hurt you, I need to know."

"You're going to think I'm crazy." I whisper turning away plopping down on the bed. I run my hands through my hair.

"Can't make me think you're anymore crazy than what I already do princess." He sits next me. I roll my eyes at his statement and he places a hand on my thigh. "If you keep doing that, your eyes are going to get stuck in your head."

"You say that all of the time." I scoff resting my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me.

"That's because it's true." He states.

"Then why-"

"Oh, it'll happen eventually." He cuts me off. "It might days, weeks, months, years, centuries even, but it'll happen." I slightly laugh before curling in closer to him. "You aren't going to tell me are you?"

"I'm still trying to find the right way to word it." I shrug.

I'm pregnant.

Coming right out and saying it seems like the only reasonable way. Even though it's not exactly possible, but it is somehow, I guess.

"Just say it." He says. I take a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant." I state.

"This isn't exactly possible." He retorts.

"Well, obviously it is. Somehow." I say. "I mean unless I randomly hit menopause at age 16."

"Damn, tell me you're pregnant and you still give me attitude." He scoffs, making me laugh.