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A Change in Monsters

When Bella comes back from Renee's after Edward leaves in New Moon, she has trouble coping. Will she ever find love again? Sam/Bella

NO EMILY! Just so you know! She's not in this story, never will be...

17. Sleepover Part Dos

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1847   Review this Chapter

“I’m…” I choked on my words slightly.

“Bella,” Alice said, “it can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, Alice,” I said. “It is. It’s awful. I am so stupid. I made a stupid mistake. You’re going to think terrible things about me. Both of you.”

Angela took one of my hands in hers, and Alice took the other in hers. “Bella,” Angela began, “if you don’t want to tell us, we won’t force you to.” Alice shot Angela a glare, but said, “Yeah,” anyway.

“No!” I yelled. “No, I need to tell someone. You two are probably the only two that I can trust with this.”

“Well, then…” Alice trailed off.

“Take your time, we don’t want to force it out of you,” Angela finished for Alice.

I took a shallow breath and blurted, “I’m pregnant!”

I heard their shocked gasps as I told them.

“Aww, Bells, don’t cry.” Angela started rubbing my back comfortingly.

“How long have you known?” Alice asked, looking me straight in the eye.

“Only a week. I haven’t starting showing yet, so I wasn’t planning on telling anyone.”

“Is it Sam’s?”

I nodded.

“Have you told him?”

I shook my head.

“Bella, I think that you need to tell him.”

“I know,” I whispered. “I just don’t know how to tell him. I don’t want him to be mad. We were so careless. Why?” More tears flooded out of my eyes, and then down my cheeks.

“So we are the first people that you’ve told?” Angela asked, still rubbing my back.

I nodded again.

“You haven’t told Charlie?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No, if he finds out, I’ll be kicked out of the house for sure. It won’t matter that he likes Sam. I’ll have no where to go,” I moaned quietly.

“Sure you will,” Alice said. “You can move in with Sam, or here. Bella, if it comes down to that, we will take care of you. You don’t have to worry.”

I nodded once again, knowing that what she said was true. “Thanks,” I murmured through my tears.

I heard the stairs creak and my head shot up quickly. It was Rosalie and she… actually had a sympathetic look on her face. When she caught me looking, she gave me a small understanding smile and nodded at me. She knew. She had been listening. But, all in all, she understood. I nodded slightly back, and new she had noticed when she smiled quickly again and turned to go back up the stairs to her and Emmett’s room.

I fell asleep soon after, while Alice tried to make ‘shushing’ noises to calm me down, and Angela kept rubbing my back.

When I woke up in the morning, I yawned deeply, sitting up. I noticed Angela tangled in her sleeping bag next to me. I heard very hushed voices coming from the kitchen.

I got up, my curiosity getting the better of me. I tiptoed over to the door way of the kitchen, and heard Rosalie and Alice whispering to each other. I walked in after a few seconds, knowing what they were talking about.

“Bella,” Alice said surprised as I walked in.

“It’s all right,” I told them. “I know what you were talking about. It’s okay. I’m fine; I just really needed to tell someone. I can leave you two want to talk in private,” I suggested.

“Bella, you can stay,” Rosalie said. “We wanted to talk to you anyway.”

“O-Okay,” I stuttered, and walked into the kitchen, and sat up on the counter facing them.

“Bella,” Alice started. “I need you to be honest here. It may be a bit awkward for you, but you are just going to have to be completely honest. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Alice,” I sighed.

“First of all, are you positive that you are pregnant?”


“Okay, are you absolutely sure that this is Sam’s baby?”

I nodded, swallowing hard.

“So,” Rosalie cut in. “There is no way that this is Edward’s baby? I mean, you two didn’t do anything when he came back?”

“No, it’s not his. I know it for a fact. We never did anything.”

“Okay, we just had to make sure.” I nodded understanding their concern for me.

“Oh,” Alice gasped. “Angela is going to wakeup any second. I’m going to go talk with her for awhile. I’ll be back, so we can make breakfast or something. If you two are hungry.”

“Are you not hungry?” I teased. Alice rolled her eyes, and danced out of the kitchen.

When Alice was gone, Rosalie took a step closer to me.

“Bella,” she sighed. “I really want to apologize for me being so rude to you. And, I am hoping that you will forgive me.”

“I do,” I answered slowly, wondering what brought this on.

“It’s just, now that I see you with your issue, I feel like I can understand your feelings from before. I don’t know why, I just can. I really want to help you through this. If you want me to, that is. I would completely understand if you did not want me to.”

“Rosalie, I would love you to help me. I need more encouragement to get trough this.”

“All right,” she said, dropping her gaze from me to the ground. “I think that there is something you should do now then.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” I asked, leaning forward because she was starting to talk real quietly.

She bore her eyes into me. “You should call Sam,” she told me.

“What?” I said incredulously. “I can’t tell him over the phone. That would be harder for me.”

“Bella you need to tell him. Please,” she pleaded. “I’m trying to help you.”

“I’m not telling him over the phone,” I repeated.

“Fine, then call him and invite him over here to tell him. We’ll give you privacy. And, we will try our hardest not to listen in.”

My mind searched for an excuse. “He smells to you guys, I don’t want to put you through that pain,” I insisted.

“Oh, we’ll deal with it. They don’t smell that bad anyway. We usually make a bigger deal out of it than necessary. It’s just because we hate each other so much.”

“Exactly,” I exclaimed. “It would be bad for me to have Sam come over. You guys hate him.”

“Bella,” Rosalie growled. “You. Are. Going. To. Call. Him.” She annunciated each word carefully. “Isabella Marie Swan, you will call him, and tell him you need to tell him something, but that you are at our house, so it would be nice if he came over here so that you could talk to him. Because it’s urgent!”

I found myself nodding vigorously. Rosalie stepped away and pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket and handed it to me.

“You know his number, correct?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, dialing his number as fast as I could. “What if he does not answer?” I asked as the phone started ringing.

“Leave a message,” Rosalie hissed.

I was about to say ‘okay’ or something like that, but Sam answered.

“Hello?” he said.

“Sam?” I asked, my heart rate picking up speed.

“Bells!” I could hear him sigh with relief. “What’s up? I haven’t talked to you in a couple of days. How are you doing?”

“I’m…” I hesitated, wondering how do answer that question. “…fine. How are you?”

“Great now. What do you need?” he asked brightly.

I took a really deep breath and gave a look to Rosalie who urged me with her hands to continue. “I need to talk to you,” I told him. I could feel my heart beating; it felt like it was going to pop out of my chest.

“All right, talk to me.”

“I mean, in person.”

“Okay, when?”

“Well, I was sort of hoping you would meet me at the Cullen’s, because that’s where I am right now. I had a sleepover with Alice. But I really do need to talk to you.”

“Can’t we talk somewhere else?” I could tell that he was talking through clenched teeth.

“No, I really need to talk to you now. But, I don’t want to do it over the phone, just please, come to the Cullen’s house,” I begged.

I could hear Sam grumbling to himself on the other end. But finally said, “Fine. When do you want me to come?”


“All right, I’ll be there in a little bit. They know I’m coming right?”


“Okay, see you soon, Bella. ‘Bye.” He hung up, and I slammed it shut, handing it back to Rosalie.

Rosalie took hold of my hand and dragged me out of the kitchen back into the living room and announced that Sam was coming over to talk to me, so when he came, they had to walk away.

I had to admit that I was a little surprised that Rosalie was actually being nice to me, especially after what had happened with Edward and such. I was very grateful, though, so I gave a quick smile.

We cleaned up the sleeping bags and got dressed. I sat down on the couch fidgeting with my fingers.

“Bella,” Alice said, clamping her hands on top of mine. “Calm down. You know I can’t see him, but I’m sure that it will all be okay. And, anyway, we will be right in the house, so nothing can go wrong.”

I sighed taking in what she said. “Yeah, you are right. Th…” I trailed off as I saw Sam’s car pull in the driveway. I could see the rest of the pack in the car and was thankful when they did not all walk out. Sam turned around and told them something and then proceeded up to the front door.

“Good luck,” Alice called as she, Angela, and Rosalie dashed upstairs, going to occupy one of the rooms.

I walked over to their front door, but waited until Sam knocked to open it. I took a step toward Sam and threw my arms around his waist, connecting my hands in the back, so he could not push me away.

He seemed a little startled at first, but then wrapped his arms around my back, and put his head down in my hair, chuckling softly.

“Good morning,” he said, and he didn’t seem to care that there were vampires in the house. “Hmm. I’m glad I came now.” He released one of his hands from my back and placed it under my chin, lifting it up slowly. He was smiling brightly and then leaned down and kissed me.

I pushed away after a couple of seconds. “We really need to talk,” I told him.

“In a second,” he said, leaning down to try and kiss me again.

I dodged out of the way. “Sam,” I insisted. “We really, really need to talk. Please.”

He nodded, taking my expression in.

“Come in.”

He set his jaw, but let me pull him into the house, dragging him over to the couch. He pulled me down onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“What is it?” he murmured.

I looked up at him, and I could feel my gaze getting blurry. Oh, no, I thought, don’t cry. But I did.

“There, there, Bells. Nothing’s wrong. Everything is fine.” He cradled me into him and started rocking gently back and forth.

“Sam,” I whispered. “It’s not good.”

“Tell me, Bells, tell me. I’ll be okay with whatever you tell me.”

“You p-promise?” I asked, as he wiped tears from my cheeks.


“S-Sam,” I stuttered.


“I’m…” I stopped, taking a couple of shaky breaths. “I’m pregnant.”