(A/N: Well, here's chapter 1 of my new story. Anyhoo, I'll be alternating between Jennie and May's (I renamed the baby May cuz I like that name) point of views. This adds a bit of comedy when it's from May's. You'll know what I mean if you've ever seen 'Look Who's Talking' and its sequels. I 3333 only the first 2 by the way.)

I sighed as I sat in the doctor's office. I nervously crossed my right leg over my left and then switched my left over my right. I began to tap my foot impatiently. The nurse came into the waiting room, "Jennifer Fairchild?" I stood up and followed her into the room where you get tested for pregnancy (A/N: I have no idea what it's called O-o). "Ok, dearie, put this here gown on." The nurse whose nametag said 'Betty' on it told me as she handed me a paper gown. "Take off everything except your bra off, dear. The doctor will be in again in a few minutes to test you." I nodded and waited for the nurse to leave before undressing and putting the gown on. I climbed onto the table and waited. Doctor Harding came in. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded again and lay down. (A/N: I'm not sure how the process goes cuz I'm not a doctor.)

After I had gotten dressed and was sitting on the table staring at the wall across from me, the doctor came back in. He smiled kindly at me and sat on the swivel chair that was in the room. "Well, we'll let you know in a few days with the results." He said as he wrote some things down on a clipboard. I thanked him and left grabbing my jacket off the hook before I left.

My name is Jennifer May Bridgette Fairchild. I will be 21 years old in May. I have wavy auburn hair that I usually pull back into a ponytail and bright green eyes. My favorite color is blue and my favorite flowers are lilacs. I am currently a secretary for a publishing company called, "Riesman & Co" because my mother had died in my last year of secondary school and I didn't want to locate my dad and move back to the States to go to college. I'm sure he doesn't want to see me anyway and be reminded of my mother. Anyway, so after I graduated I got a job, sold the house where Mom and I lived, and rented a small and cozy flat. It is located in the center of London and close enough to walk to Mass on Sunday mornings. Yeah, I'm Catholic and I'm proud of it too.

So, anyways I bet your wondering why I went to the doctor's to get tested to see if I'm pregnant. It's a really funny story.

I was at my old friend from school Layla Mackenzie's party. There were people from our graduating class and some other people who I presumed to be her classmates in college. There was this guy I had been talking to. He was really cute, I suppose. He had brown hair, which he told me he straightened, blue eyes, and freckles. I think his name was Danny or Manny, something with an –anny. We were both getting tipsy and well, we ended up leaving the party and heading to my flat kissing and crap. We got to my place and one thing led to another. Yeah, we 'shagged' as they say here in England. And when I woke up he was gone, but he left me a note that said he had a great time and that he hopes to see me again. He also left me his cell number, but I haven't added it yet. If I am pregnant, I guess I'll have to call him.

I sighed. If I was pregnant, the baby would be born in about October or November. But, I thought to myself, it would be nice to have something to love and love you back forever. And I always wanted to be a mother. I smiled to myself. Yup, I can't wait to be a mother.