My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 15 - Finally showing!

 A lot of people have been messaging me telling me to not make Bella place the baby for adoption and to keep it with Caleb, but I'll be completely honest with you. That was not my intentions for this story and a lot of comments have confused me. I love your comments so much, and I hope I don't disappoint you. But I feel like since this story is about Bella wanting to do adoption while everyone else is against her, I hope it won't change your mind about this story.
Some agree with adoption, and others don't. And I hope I don't lose any fans, but I'm not telling you what he choice will be in the end, and you'll have to find out for yourself.
I hope you all still with read this story no matter what decision she makes.
Thanks for the support <3 

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           Three weeks pass by, and I'm now thirteen weeks pregnant, and my clothes are a big snug on my waist but I still haven't been showing at all. My mother says one day a babybump will form and I'll just pop out, but I'm starting to question whether or not I'm still pregnant... Which is total crazyness! Caleb and I are not dating but we have been very close. We don't see each other a lot because I'm mostly at home and I'm sleeping a lot, but when I called Doctor Lizzie is when she told me that is normal. One morning I slowly open my eyes while laying in bed, and I stretch out my arms up to the ceiling and I release a long deep relaxed breath.

            I Pull the covers off of me and sit on the edge of my bed, rubbing my eyes as I anxiously stand up and begin to walk to the bathroom as I glance out in front of me to the wall.

         "Mom!" I yell at the top of my lungs, staring at myself in the mirror in complete surprise. "Mommy, come here! Quick!"

         I hear her let out a long yelp as I turn to the side. "Bella! Oh my gosh, Bell!" She starts screeching as she runs up the stairs, sounding like she fell a few feet away from my door as she comes rushing in, fear overtaking her face. "Are you al---" Her voice suddenly trails off as I grin, happily, tears forming in my eyes.

            Staring in the mirror at myself is when I notice my baby bump, finally I'm showing! "I actually look pregnant now!" I laugh in shock, as she walks over to me and laughs with me.

          "Bell, you scared the crap out of me!" My mother exclaims, as I gently place my hand on my stomach, feeling the small but visible bump, making my heart pounding rapidly from excitement.

          "I can feel it moving I think," I carefully let out, widely smiling as she shakes her head.

       "It's the size of a peach, Isabella. You don't feel the fluttering until you're up to eighteen to twenty weeks," she quietly explains, so maybe it's just my mind. "But I'm so happy you're showing your babybump, now. I told you you'd wake up one morning and it would just be there."

          "How is that possible?" I softly question, rubbing my belly and staring over at her.

         She slowly walks over to me and tucks a strand of lose hair behind my ear, before sweetly grinning at me. "Because, sweetheart. It's a human being in there. It's growing. You're almost at your second trimester! That's where most woman feel the best during their pregnancy. So be happy."

       "I am happy," I quietly let out, lifting up my shirt and standing to the side so I can see my babybump a little better. Not too big, but just a bump, big enough to see if you really look at it.

          "Me too, sweetheart." And my mother happily leaves my bedroom, as I smile at the mirror.