Okay, so I revised this chapter. And I know, it's not the best thing ever written (duh!), but it's better then before! I'm going to go back eventually and make corrections (maybe use a beta!...anyone interested?) and then re-post.

Disclaimer: The plot is mine, and maybe a few of the new characters...everyone else belongs to the great Janet Evanovich!


Chapter 1

As it turns out...I was late.

And not the kind of late were you do some major ass kissing to your boss in order to keep your job. This was the kind of late were you are screwed. Well let's put "screwed" in the past tense, because that's how I ended up in this predicament.

I'm late by 2 months...that is not good. In case your not getting this, I'm knocked up, pregnant, with child...no matter how I said it, the reality of it all still didn't make it seem real.

I knew for a fact that either I was going menopausal or I was carrying a child. Well figuring that I haven't even reached 35 yet, that left out the menopausal option. So here I was, two months and no period trying to squeeze into my jeans…and that's when it hit me that I might be pregnant.

I didn't notice any signs foretelling a pregnancy; I mean my period is always off so I didn't even question it. Sometimes stress caused me not to have a period…

I was currently raving around in my apartment, trying to preoccupy myself with other thoughts other then my possible pregnancy. What was I going to do if I were? I'd have to get a safer job, find a more spacious living space, and actually learn how to cook. I mean I can't rely on my mother like I do now, I've got to be more self-efficient. Oh god! My mother! I'm gunna have to tell my mother!

I needed a doughnut.

Or rather a few dozen, chocolate-sprinkled doughnuts.

That got me motivated enough to leave the apartment and I was able to occupy my mind with delicious, yummy doughnuts instead.

After my purchases at the bakery I decided to head out to shop for some less "noticeable" clothes. Clothes that won't show that swelling bump. I knew I was probably over reacting, but honestly, I swear I see a bump!

An hour or so later, I found my self starring at the phone in my kitchen. I was having inner debates on who I should call. I'm really starting to get worried about this pregnancy thing. Last time Mary-Lou helped me through this, so maybe her...

I started to punch in her number and got to the third ring before I hung up.

There is no way I can tell Mary-Lou! I can't risk anyone to find out about this—mainly because I don't want to be questioned about who the father could be. Not that I don't trust Mare, but she is a Burg girl after all, and things tended to slip out. I'm not ready for anyone to know the father is yet, essentially because I wasn't so sure myself!

Now, before you go off and declare me the queen of all sluts, let me explain:

Joe and I were on a brake as of two months ago and Ranger, being an opportunist, leaped right into my bed with a "no strings attached" kind of thing. But then one night after, I had a weak moment and Joe and I had a little roll around in the sack (though we still decided to stay 'off-again'). So that means I could be about a month pregnant with Joe's baby, or two months with Rangers baby.

Yeah, I know…my life is rather complicated.

So I made an appointment (outside of Burg borders) and started to feel a little relieved. It was time for a nap I thought. Tomorrow at noon I would know if my life was going to change forever.

Yeah, I know it's short, but the follow chapters are longer so just stick with me here...