A/N: Pretty short update, but I didn't feel like this chapter needed to be much longer. Reviews are much appreciated, and thank you to everyone who's been reading along!

Twenty weeks.

She was exactly twenty weeks along now, and it was getting a lot harder to deny.

It wasn't like she'd been trying to keep it a secret at any point, but they hadn't exactly announced it to the world either. Nowadays she could feel people staring whenever she walked through the hallways and it was a little discouraging.

A guy in their Anthropology class had stared for about three whole minutes until Jeff had told him to stop (and she couldn't deny how much she liked that over-protective side of him).

Maybe it was just because it was her. It was hard to go to Greendale Community College and not have heard of 'that study group', and with Annie being the most actively involved in the school, she wasn't exactly an unknown either. People knew her, people were scared of her, and the idea of the girl with the endless supply of purple pens and neatly highlighted class notes having a baby at nineteen probably wasn't something anyone expected.

Hell, she hadn't even expected it.

The question came up suddenly and out of the blue.

He was lying on the bed attempting to beat a particularly hard level of Candy Crush when she suddenly piped up, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Do you think I look fat?"

He froze.

This was one of those things he should approach carefully. Women were sensitive enough about that kind of thing, but in the fact she was A. Annie Edison and B. fuelled with pregnancy hormones made him pause for even longer.

"No."

"You paused."

An exasperated sigh fell from Jeff's lips and he tossed his phone on the bed (he could beat the stupid level later), looking at her.

"Annie. You look normal. You're growing a person, you're not exactly going to look like a supermodel."

Was that even a good way to put it? Had he fucked up? God, he was bad at this.

There was a long pause, which he took as a bad sign. Neither of them said a word and he found himself starting to panic – had he fucked up again? Was she going to start crying? God, what was he meant to do if she started crying?

She didn't.

Annie sat on the edge of the bed, wide blue eyes boring into him, and he was sure for a second that she was going to cry.

"Jeff…"

"Annie."

"You don't have to come if you don't want to, but—"

"Scan?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow."

He grinned. He was still getting used to this whole thing, but that wasn't something he was going to say no to.

"Wait. Can't they find out gender at this stage or whatever?"

(He'd actually been researching online a little, but he didn't want to admit that to Annie; he was hoping not to make it all that obvious, because of course he'd get embarrassed if that ever came out).

"As long as the baby is in a position where they can actually…see things, then yes. Hopefully."

He had to laugh at the way her face scrunched up as she said 'see things', and sometimes he was blown away by the tiniest of things when it came to this woman.

Sometimes she did things or said things and it was like she was the only person in the universe who existed; his chest would tighten and he'd think 'I love this girl' very briefly before forcing himself to squash the thought right down and never think of it again.

Like now. Now, as he looked at her, he found the breath taken out of him. For a moment he found the words 'I love you' on the tip of his tongue, and he had to hold them back with all he had.

He didn't love her. She was nineteen. His brain was being ridiculous.

"Do you have a preference?"

She shook her head. "I'll be happy either way, just as long as they're healthy."

"If we have a girl and she has your eyes, I'm moving out," He groaned, as Annie sat on the edge of the bed. "I cannot deal with two sets of Disney eyes. I'll be well and truly fucked!"

"Jeff!" Despite her glare, he could see the grin she was trying to hide and he knew she couldn't stay mad at him for that one.

"What? Don't even think about telling me that I shouldn't swear in front of the baby, because newsflash, An—"

"I was going to call you an ass, actually."

He smirked. He could get used to her being like this.

As he stared down at the sonogram photograph over her shoulder, he found that he could barely conjure up the right words anymore. Hell, he could barely remember how to breathe.

The baby was starting to look more like a baby and less like some weird blob to him.

His baby.

His daughter.

So, yes, maybe he cried a little when they found out they were going to have a girl, but it wasn't like he really knew how to react. Jeff had never expected to have kids, and now here he was.

A girl.

He felt Annie's hand reach around to grab his, and he could only grin lamely down at her.

"So."

"Sooo."

They both laughed softly, and he finally sat down beside her, eyeing her belly briefly. "So. This is really happening," – Like that hadn't been obvious for the last two months – "We're actually…holy crap, Annie. We're going to have to dress her and feed her, bathe her and rock her to sleep, teach her to, I don't know, ride a bike and read and not mess with my hair products…what if I suck at this?"

They'd already discussed their fears now; he knew she was just as scared as he was, but knowing the gender seemed worse somehow. More real.

Their kid was going to be tiny, and delicate, and probably incredibly Annie-like – and oh god, what if he broke her?

"Jeff…" Her hand rested softly over his, and she had that face on again (the 'I'm just as scared as you but I'll give you sympathy anyway' face, that he was getting so used to). "We can do this. Together. As long as you're here, we'll be fine. I promise."

Despite the fact it wasn't much of a pep talk, it made him feel instantly better.

A year ago, if someone had told him he'd have been sat in a doctor's office holding Annie Edison's hand and looking at a sonogram of their daughter he probably would have laughed in their face.

Now? He only felt one thing.

He was actually happy.