The next evening... July 30... 7:18 pm... Outside the Empire Hotel...

"So, how are we going to do this?" Chuck asked me, as we stood outside his hotel.

"Do what?" I asked him back, trying to test him to make sure he really wanted to be around this baby.

"You know, raise the little one?" Did he just really call it a little one? Was he really serious about wanting to be a father?

"I don't know, that's why I'm here. Chuck, we need to figure this out. And figuring it out does not mean going to see shows on broadway, but that was fun." He'd picked me up from the apartment and pretty much pulled me into seeing the show, but at least it was a good show.

"I know, we need to sit down and talk. Let's go to my suite and we can talk there." He suggested, opening the door for me.

A couple minutes later, we were sitting on his couch, and he'd given me a glass of water.

"Now, what?"

"I think we should start with if you even want to be this baby's father." I told him coldly.

"Jenny, of course I do! I made this baby, so the least I can do is help with it! What makes you think I don't want it?"

"It's just really unlike you. And what are you going to do about Blair?"

"What about her?"

"You're gonna have to tell her. I don't think she's gonna like it." I said honestly.

"Well, if she doesn't then fuck her! I understand that she wouldn't want to stay with me after I got another girl pregnant, but that's ok. It really should be that way, but a baby should always have the option to have their dad in their life. As long as the dad deserves the child. And I may not deserve to be part of my child's life, but I'm hoping I can become a great father. All I need is you to give me a chance."

"Ok, if that's what you want, you can have a chance. You better not mess it up." I agreed.

"What should we discuss next?"

"How about how this even happened?"

"I'm not even sure."

"Did you forget to use protection or something?" I questioned him.

"No, I wore a condom, I swear!" He exclaimed.

"Well then whatever. That doesn't even matter now."

"When are you going to know if you're having a girl or boy?"

"I don't know that I am. Do you want me to?" That was his decision too.

"I think it would be a good idea, so then we could get girl or boy stuff and you can choose a name."

"Ok, but you're supposed to help me pick out a name." I informed him.

"Alright then. Anything else we need to talk about tonight?"

"Why did we have sex that night?" I had to know the answer to the question that had haunted me for weeks.

"I'm not sure, but I think we did because we were upset, slightly drunk, and we knew it would feel good, so we could be happier. But that's just what I think."

"Well, that sounds logical, and I'll admit, we were right- sort of. It felt good in the moment but after that I just got more upset."

"I'm just asking this because I'm curious, not because I think we should do something, but do you think it would've been good if we weren't upset or tipsy?" Chuck asked me, and I could tell he meant that he didn't want to do anything, and was just looking for a reason why we did it then.

"I don't know. Why? Do you want to find out? I wouldn't think you'd ask otherwise."

"I'm not going to try to hide it, I wouldn't mind finding out, but aren't you with Eric?" He asked.

"But aren't you with Blair?" I asked him, just doing to him what he was doing to me. "And in all reality no I'm not with him."

"Then why were you kissing him yesterday? And after Blair finds out about our baby that won't exist anymore. But really you're not with Eric but you were kissing him?"

"I wasn't with you and we made a fucking baby!" I exclaimed.

"True, but that was one time. And Blair told me that she saw you and Eric hooking up at the hospital."

"We didn't hook up there!"

"So, you two haven't slept together?"

"No that's not what I meant. We have slept together but we didn't until weeks after that night."

"I'd say you two are together, but if we ever did have sex again, who said he'd need to know?" Chuck asked, moving closer to me, but not in a creepy way.

"I think you have a point." I said, slowly leaning towards him.

Once I was close to his face, he decided to question me a bit more. "Wait, right now?" I didn't even answer, I just pulled his mouth to mine and when I did he put his hands on the front of my legs.

He'd rolled me over, so that I was sitting, facing him on his lap. He'd put his left hand on my leg, right under my ass and the right on my back so he could rub it. I had both of my hands on his shoulders as he started to kiss my collarbones. It was when we started breathing heavier that I realized what I was doing.

"Chuck, I'm sorry. I can't do this. I can't cheat on Eric." I apologized as I stood up.

"No apology needed. You love him, I know."

"I have to go. I'll see you around." I told him as I left the hotel, fighting tears. Why did I alomst just do that? What kind of person cheats on their boyfriend? Apparently ones like me.

I tried to sneak into the apartment, but the elevator was too loud. Vanessa was in the kitchen when I came in. She saw the makeup streaked down my face and ran over to me.

"Jenny! Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Or I will be when I go to bed." I lied, trying to get her off my back.

"Stop lying to me. What did he do to you?" As she asked, Eric walked down the stairs, looking worried when he saw me.

"He didn't do anything! Can't you just leave it alone?" As I begged her, Eric took my hand in both of his, just reminding me of what I'd almost done.

"Jenny, if it made you cry then we can't just leave it-" Eric started, but I couldn't take it anymore, and I broke my hand free from his and ran to my bedroom, locking the door behind me, but they were knocking on it before I could think.

"J? Please let me in?" Eric begged.

"Why?"

"I don't like seeing you sad. Just please let me in!" I walked over and opened the door a crack and peeked out of it.

"Get in here." I told him weakly, pushing the door open and sitting on my bed. He closed the door behind himself and sat by me.

"What's wrong?" He asked me gently.

"Nothing. Just hormones." What a good idea, blame it on the hormones.

"Well, you should smile." Eric suggested, sliding his hands on my hips and starting to kiss my face. I pulled myself away.

"Don't touch me." I told him, my voice shaking and cracking. "I just want to go to bed. Alone." I said as I climbed to my pillow. He didn't say anything as he left my room, but he looked hurt. After he left, I cried myself to sleep.