FreshSqueezedLemons

After a week alone at home, Esme insisted I stayed at hers and Carlisle's house. I knew she was worried about me. During that week I had sat by the phone in the morning, waiting for Jasper's call. After he phoned, I'd go back to bed, sometimes crying, sometimes staying quiet. Esme knew I forgot to eat nearly all through the week.
Esme helped me pack some stuff and then took me to her house. Carlisle hugged me close when I got there, then took my stuff to my room. I laid in my bed for a while, but Esme took me downstairs for lunch and wouldn't let me go back to bed until I had eaten. In the evening, I drifted in and out of sleep until my phone rang. Jasper usually phoned in the mornings, so I didn't expect it to be him. I answered without looking at the caller ID.
"Alice, love," Jasper's voice rang in my ear, "It's me. It's four in the morning here."
"Get some sleep," I giggled, "I don't want to tire you out."
"I don't want you to miss me. I want to talk to you as much as possible, Alice."
"Are you having a good time?" I smiled to myself, touched that he was prepared to stay awake at night to talk to me.
"Haven't you seen the photos on Facebook?" Jasper chuckled, "I've already seen a lion up close. I've been worried about you, my love. Esme called and told me you weren't eating. Don't scare me like that, alright?"
I sighed, "I'm sorry," I sobbed, "I miss you so much. I can't go on Facebook because you have our laptop."
"Don't cry, darlin'. I miss you too. At least you have family with you. I'm all alone. I'm sure Esme will let you borrow her computer so you can Skype me and see my Facebook pictures."
I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see it.
"I have to go now, Alice. I'll call soon. I love you. Try and get on Skype," Jasper blew a kiss down the phone and hung up. I sighed, wiping my eyes and  putting the phone on the bedside table.
Esme persuaded me to come downstairs for the evening, and I started feeling sick. I sat in between her and Carlisle, feeling like a little girl again.
"Jasper called," I mumbled, and Esme smiled.
"That's great. Is he alright? Is he having a good time?" she put her arm around me. I nodded.
"He's fine. He saw a lion," I whispered, then tears fell down my cheeks, "He said he's all alone..."
Esme stroked my hair as she hugged me.
"He'll make friends, and you talk to him everyday. He's not alone," she soothed, then went upstairs. She returned with her laptop.
"I'll buy you a laptop tomorrow, sweetie, but for now you can have mine."
"Thanks, Esme," I began, but the nausea got stronger. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. Both Esme and Carlisle ran after me. I wiped my mouth and sighed, and then Carlisle felt my forehead.
"You're a little hot. Maybe you should rest in bed," he said softly. I nodded, and then I was led upstairs.
"Just call if you need us, honey," Esme kissed my cheek, and then I was alone.
I slept until five in the morning, when the feeling of nausea washed over me. I ran to the nearest bathroom and threw up again. No one woke up to see if I was alright, and to be honest I was glad. I didn't want the attention. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep again, so I got out my wash bag and cleaned my teeth, with unfortunately caused me to throw up again. I washed my face, but then I noticed the packet of sanitary towels. My period was due last week, when Jasper left. I frowned, and then the look of realisation flooded my face. I looked down at my stomach. Could I be pregnant?