A/N: I am SO sorry for the huge delay on this chapter. I've had a lot of difficult personal events going on. Thank you so much for the kind comments and reviews, it means so much to me. Hope you guys enjoy!

It's now Monday and I'm in class waiting patiently for the bell to ring. But part of me also wishes I could stay here for as long as possible, procrastinating.

When school is done Nate's picking me up to go have tea with his mother.

I don't know much about Nate's mom, but I really hope she likes me and is as kind as Nate's dad.

I don't even realize how loud I'm tapping my foot anxiously on the ground until a girl in front of me turns around to glare and I stop.

Finally the bell rings and I race out of class.

I get out of the school before the usual crowd of girls huddle in the front courtyard to congregate. I see Nate's car out front and him waiting in front of it.

He smirks and opens the door for me.

"Madame", He jokes and I laugh, but am still really nervous.

He gets in after me and we're off.

"Jenny... You don't have to be nervous. It's fine, my mom will understand", Nate says.

"I'm not nervous", I object.

Nate rolls his eyes.

"Jenny I know you, plus you're practically shaking", Nate replies.

"Okay fine, I just want her to like me", I whine.

"She will. She's sometimes not the most warm person, but she'll accept you and she'll be happy eventually", Nate pulls me in.

"Okay", I sigh.

We get to the restaurant, which appears to be a very high class one because everyone is quite dressed up and there's an air of class.

I look down at my outfit. My black boots, tights, and school uniform.

I sigh. I do not fit in here.

"Hi there. Archibald for three", Nate says to hostess and she brings us over to a table where Nate's mom is already sitting.

"Mom!", Nate greets her with a hug.

"Oh, it's so good to see you Nathaniel!", Nate's mom hugs him back and then sits back down.

We're in a small corner table by the window, but it's slightly dim in here for an afternoon, but I guess that's because it's a tea house.

"Mom, this is Jenny", Nate smiles at me.

"Hi!", I give a small wave nervously. "Nice to meet you".

Nate pulls out a chair for me and I sit down, and Nate follows suit.

Nate's mom looks slightly confused.

"Nice to meet you Jenny... Are you one of Nate's school friends?"

"Um... yeah we met at school, like two years ago I think", I say, looking at Nate to confirm.

I don't add "Yeah I was fourteen and became friends with your son and then somehow things escalated into more than a big brother type relationship".

"Yeah we met in high school, Jenny is still at Constance though actually", Nate says. "Just finishing up her last year".

Nate's mom looks more confused so I look at Nate in an attempt to tell him telepathically that we better just fess up.

"Well I'm just gonna get to the point because there's something we really want to tell you", Nate says. "Mom, Jenny is pregnant".

Nate's mom drops her tea cup onto the table.

"Oh, alright. Are you in some kind of trouble dear?", She looks at me confused. "Is this about money? You know that I'm part of the women's philanthropic society, we take up charity cases like this all the time, but I'm not sure the girls would approve of helping a pregnant teenager."

"No mom, Jenny and I are having a baby. I'm the father", Nate states assuredly.

The waiter comes over to pour tea in two cups for me and Nate and I say thank you through the awkwardness that can be cut with a knife surrounding our table.

"What are you talking about?", Nate's mom is upset now. "Nate you just started at Columbia!"

"I know mom, but it's not like we planned it. We're just trying to do what's best", Nate says.

"And you", Nate's mom looks at me accusingly. "How old are you even? 12?"

"Mom, come on", Nate's annoyed.

"No, it's okay", I croak out looking at Nate and then his mother. "I'm 17 actually".

Nate's mom laughs and rolls her eyes, but avoids eye contact with me.

"Mom I know this isn't what you wanted to hear today… but we really want to have your support", Nate says calmly.

"Support? Well I can book this girl an abortion privately if that's what you're talking about", Nate's mother says in a hushed voice, still angry.

"We're keeping the baby mom, so that's not an option, we've already talked it through", Nate reiterates.

"Oh you mean she's talked you through it. Don't you know that people will take advantage any way they can of people like us Nate?", Nate's mom argues.

Nate rolls his eyes.

"I think we better get going, I'm not gonna let Jenny sit through any more of this", Nate's angry now.

Nate's mom sighs and picks up her purse from the ground rustling through it.

"Let me, I've gotta go… I've got a meeting", Nate's mother flings her purse over her shoulder, stands up, smooths her suit jacket and skirt out and almost walks away before pausing beside Nate's chair.

"When you come to your senses call me", she says quietly to Nate, not even acknowledging me.

Me and Nate pause, in shock.

"Jenny I'm so-", Nate starts.

"No, no", I cut him off. "I mean she has a right to feel that way, it just…".

I can feel myself shake slightly setting into the reality of the situation. She wasn't right about me trying to trap Nate or tie myself to his lifestyle and family. But she was right that this wasn't going to be some kind of fairytale.

"No, you don't have to make excuses for her, she was horrible to you, I'm so sorry", Nate puts his hand on mine.

"It's okay, I think maybe I just need to go home, I'm actually not really feeling so good", I say. "Besides I want to sleep well before my appointment tomorrow".

"Okay… yeah of course. I'll drop you at home", Nate nods leaving some cash on the table.

"Thanks", I smile meekly.

"You're not feeling good though? Just the nausea?", Nate asks as we stand up and he puts his hand on my back guiding me out of the restaurant.

"Yeah, just feeling kind tired and sick", I say feeling like I'm going to throw up suddenly.

When we get out into the street the air helps a bit but I still feel a wave of nausea coming over me and I rush over to the nearest trash can throwing up the contents of my stomach.

Nate's behind me trying to hold my hair rubbing my back.

"Hey", Nate cooes. "Let's get you home, you can just get in bed".

I wipe my mouth and nod.

"Yeah… yeah", I notice how many other people are walking by. "Sorry this is probably pretty gross".

Nate laughs slightly.

"Jenny, don't even worry about it, seriously. It's the last thing I'm thinking and who cares about what other people are thinking", Nate assures.

I nod and we walk to Nate's parked car where we get in the backseat and Nate directs the driver to go to my address.

The car makes me feel slightly more sick. I can't tell if it's fully pregnancy nausea getting to me or if part of it is the fear and doubt setting in. Maybe Nate's mom was right and this was crazy and irrational to think this could actually work?

"Hey, it's okay. We're almost there", Nate smiles at me and I nod.

I feel better just looking out the window and seeing we're in Brooklyn. I know the upper east side is where Nate's from and I know it's where my dad is, but Brooklyn is like my safe space.

We pull in front of the loft and we thank Nate's driver Jerry, who tells me to feel better, and then we get out.

Nate grabs my arm to try to help me up the stairs.

"I'm okay, don't worry", I assure him with a laugh.

"Jenny", he objects and smirks. "Just let me help you okay?".

"Alright", I put my hands up and deal with Nate's hovering.

I fumble for my keys in my purse and unlock the loft door. It was good to be home.

"Dan?", I call to see if Dan is home. I honestly have no idea what his schedule is like these days anymore.

There's no response.

"Must be at school", I throw my purse on the couch.

"Here, let's get you to bed", Nate says.

We go into my room.

"I'm just gonna change", I say and Nate nods but doesn't move.

I give him a look.

"Oh", he notices. "Sorry I'll give you a sec".

I change into something comfier and then get into my bed.

I hear noises from the kitchen, but slowly drift off into a resting sleep.

A little while later I'm awoken by Nate coming into the room with a tray with chicken noodle soup and crackers on it.

I try to wake myself up.

"Nate", I say. "You didn't have to do that. Where did you even find the stuff?"

Me and Dan unfortunately didn't grocery shop as much as we probably should.

"I lived here for about a month remember", Nate laughs sitting down. "Before I ruined it by kissing you".

"Mmm yeah sorry about that", I laugh sitting up more in bed so I could eat.

"Worth it", Nate shrugs.

"Thanks for doing this Nate", I smile, but I'm still feeling off, in more ways than one. A bit shaken by reality setting in.

"I kind of want to maybe spend tonight alone… I have a lot to think about before tomorrow", I say looking in Nate's eye praying to god I don't hurt his feelings.

Nate nods.

"Okay yeah of course. I have that night class starting soon anyway, I already skipped last week's lecture", Nate smiles.

We sit for a while before Nate speaks.

"This isn't about anything that my mom said is it? Because she isn't right Jenny", Nate looks in my eyes.

"No it's not… I'm just really beat", I lie and try to smile. "But tomorrow… I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah of course, I'll pick you up at like 9:30", Nate smiles getting up from my bed.

"Nate the appointment isn't till 11", I laugh slightly.

"Yeah but we've got to make sure we find the right building, and check in early, just make sure everything goes smoothly", Nate assures me.

I smile, looking done at my fingers fumbling awkwardly. He really cares.

"Okay", I smile.

He kisses me on the cheek, before getting off the bed.

He's about to leave my room, but I don't want him to think I don't appreciate everything that he's done.

"Nate!", I stop him. "Thanks. Seriously. For everything. And for being here".

Nate just smiles still holding onto my door.

"Where else would I be?", He smiles gives a wink my way, that charming thing he does with those sea blue eyes.

I smile lightly.

I sigh now that he's gone and I hear the loft door close.

I really appreciate everything Nate has done for me, and this isn't about him. Well, I guess it is about him. I just really wanted to be alone.

Nate's mom's words had stuck with me. It made me sick to think that she thought I was just going after Nate's family money.

I didn't want to bring a child into an environment like that.

Bringing a child into the world? That's something I can't even imagine doing.

For a short weekend away in Nate's apartment just the two of us things felt like a fairytale, but reality hits hard. And doubt is setting in.

Am I being delusional that this could actually work?

I doze off for a bit, in and out of sleep, as I feel my mind go back and forth between panic and feeling bad about telling Nate to leave.

Then I hear the door open and I sit up.

"Jenny! You home?".

It's Dan.

I smiled.

I needed my brother right now.