I had come to the infomed decision that I would try and go back to normal. No more tears, no more hurt, no more stress. Nate had helped me with my decision. I would keep my baby, and pray to God that it would be Chuck's. If not, I would love him or her unconditionally anyway, because he or she was still a part of me.

Soon it would be my 18th birthday, and I was determined to make it as normal, and fantasticly amazing as possible. I had spent the whole school day deciding all of these things, and it was giving me a headache.

"Dorota, it's my birthday soon. You know what to do," I gave her a mischevious smile and continued to look at the newest dresses from my magazine.

"Yes Miss Blair. Mister Chuck called, he will be here soon."

"Thank you," Chuck had said he would take care of Alex for good this time, I didn't know how he would do it, but I knew he could. Finally, I thought everything was falling into place. Maybe not the way I had hoped or expected it too, but for once, I was genuinely happy. Maybe a baby would bring me and Chuck even closer together, it would make us both a lot more grown up.

I flipped the page when I noticed that Dorota was still cleaning around the house.

"Dorota! I thought I told you, it's my birthday in less than a week," I snapped and looked confused at her.

"I will start party plans tomorrow." she replied.

"Ugh," I huffed, trying not to ruin my sudden brighter outlook on my new complicated life.

"And what are you huffing at?" Chuck asked as he walked through the door. His half smile locked my eyes to his face.

"Nothing, nothing," I stood and happily walked to his side, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Well, what's got into you?" He raised his eyebrows. I gave Dorota a glaring look, signalling that she should leave.

"I have decided to have a optimistic outlook on my current stressful life."

"I'm glad to hear it. Tell me, what is stressful about it now? I have gotten rid of Alex, you have taken care of the baby," I looked nervously up at him. Would he be angry?

"About that... I couldn't do it. I got there, and I just, I broke down," I looked at the floor with shame. I hoped he wouldn't be angry, that would be the last thing I needed.

"You decided to tell me this now?" He gripped my shoulders, "who was with you?"

"No one at first, but then I called... Nate," I hit a nerve.

"Nate? So, instead of calling me, you called your ex boyfriend and my best friend?" He snapped, rubbing his chin. Now I thought about it, why did I call Nate? Wouldn't calling Chuck be the first thing I'd do?

Guilt swept through me, not only had I called him, I tried to kiss him. Chuck was a broken man, after everything he's been through. I didn't know how much more he could take.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to do. I'm so comfortable with Nate now, I just-"

"It's fine," he turned away placing his hands on the table. I put my hand on his shoulder and tried to get him to turn around.

"It's obviously not fine. Chuck, you don't have to worry about me and Nate. Me and Nate are over, I love you, not him," he closed his eyes.

"I'm not worried about you and Nate, I just wished you would have called me instead."

"I'm so sorry," I kissed the shoulder of his suit.

He sighed and stood back up, I gave him an apologetic smile.

"So, what if this baby turns out to be Alex's?"

"I'll deal with it. Even if Alex is the dad, it will be our baby," I said. Surprisingly he smiled wide.

"Our baby. I like that," at his reply, I was suddenly over joyed. I reached up and pressed his mouth to mine, kissing him with everything I had. Every happy thought I'd ever have, I put into that kiss, everything was going to be fine. Just like we said.

"I love you," I breathed as we parted.

"I love you too," he simply replied.

"So... it's my birthday next week," I smiled angelically.

"How could I forget?"

"So you didn't?"

"Of course not. By the way, I don't think you should have a party this year," my eyes widened. "I think you should spend it with me, go out to dinner, massage, mani-pedi, you name it, it's yours." He stroked my cheek.

As much as I was looking forward to having a massive party like I usually do, spending it with Chuck was probably the right thing to do. Chuck grabbed my hand and pulled me accross the room. "In my opinion, I think we should start the celebrations early," he half smiled again.

"I couldn't agree more."