When we got home I began to pack. I know I won't fit into my normal clothes for a while, but I still pack them. Then when everyone's packed we get in the car. My brother is staying at my dads house until further notice. Trent's father ordered us train tickets and we board soon.

The trip was uneventful.

We finally made it to Trent's house. My mom had to go straight to a hotel because it was like 9 o'clock, and everyone was tired.

"Hello Gwen, and welcome to our home." Trent's mom greeted warmly. "Now go you can go to sleep if you want. But we'll be up for awhile longer ok?" his mom said. I nodded and thanked them. "It's fine dear. Now Trent's room is the 2nd on the left." She said pointing down the hall. "I know what your mother said, but I don't see anything wrong with letting you two share a bed. But if you don't want to, then 2 doors down from Trent is the gusset room." She said before walking into the kitchen. I walked to Trent's room. I felt comfort around him. So yeah, I want to share a room.

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"Ok, you can have the closet since I never use it." Trent said placing my bags in the closet. "Anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. This is your house now to." He said smiling at me. I felt awkward. Like I am imposing or something.

"No, I think I'll just take a shower and go to bed." I said. He smiled.

"Let me show you how to work the shower." He said walking into the large bathroom with me. His whole house is huge. It's beautiful too. His family must have money. Now I feel like a whore. No, a gold digger. I get pregnant by some rich guy, then mooch off him for the rest of my life. UGH. After he explained to me how to get the temperature I want he left, and I showered.

I thought over how this will work. How am I going to have a life, a baby, a future, and a social life all at the same time? I can't go out in public because people will see me. Not that I care about Chris's stupid warning. It's just, I have a fan population of over 10,000 young girls alone, who look up to me. What example would I set if they knew I was pregnant?

After my shower Trent was waiting for me. "Your mom called. You have an ultra sound appointment tomorrow at 9 am." He said. I smiled, my first ultra-sound. I wonder what it will be like. Then I looked at Trent who continued to smile.

"Will you come with me?" I asked as I got dressed. He smiled even bigger, either from me inviting him to the ultra sound, or me getting dressed?

"I would love too." He answered, and kissed me. I sighed, and looked down at my stomach. "What's wrong?" he asked

"It's just…I am going to get really fat and ugly now." I said facing the truth. Most woman let themselves go after children. Maybe Trent will hate me fat and leave.

"You'll never be ugly, or fat." He said.

"Yes I will. Look at me, I can barley ware normal clothes anymore, and after the baby I will be as big as a house. You say that now but soon, you won't even be able to look at me." I cried, and I was angry.

"That will never happen. I love you." He said I opened my mouth to say something else. "You should get some rest. You had a long day, and tomorrow is an important day." He said sweetly. I nodded my head and joined him in bed. He wrapped his arm around me, and placed his hand on my stomach. I thought it was sweet. I smiled and snuggled into the bed.

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In the morning I woke up at 8 o'clock. I was literally woken up. "Gwen, I know you should sleep but you have an hour to get ready." Trent whispered to me. I reluctantly got up. For breakfast I had a plate of scrambled eggs with ketchup, a bagel, apple juice, and potato chips. After my odd meal, I got dressed. I wore a t-shirt and lose jeans. They fit like a glove. Thank god for slightly large clothes. I am not sure how far along I might be, but I know I am far, and should get everything straight before Junior arrives.

We waited for my mom who said will drive us. I sat on the couch and watched TV. I was watching The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. It was the episode where Knuckles bet Flapjack in a card game, and Flapjack felt used. I started to cry like crazy when he felt betrayed. "Gwen what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Trent asked entering the room.

"Its juts….his best friend….bet him on cards……" I said as I began to cry completely ignoring what was happening now. Trent laughed and hugged me.

"It's a cartoon. It wasn't meant to make you sad." He said. I couldn't help but stop crying a little.

"It's just her hormones." His mom said putting her jacket on. "They will be raging like crazy, crying on minute, and yelling the next. Be understanding." His mom said grabbing her keys. "I got to go now. Good luck with the appointment." She said leaving.

Trent wrapped his arm around me, and watched TV with me. During the commercial break, my mom came in. "Ready?" she asked. We got up, and headed out the door.

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"Do you think we'll know if it's a boy or a girl today?" I asked rubbing my stomach. "Cause I feel rude when I accidently call the baby and 'it' know what I mean?" I said as we pulled into the parking lot.

"I don't know. Put your hoods on we're here." My mom said getting out of the car. My mom had on a head scarf and glasses. Trent and I had hoods, incase anyone were to see us.

The office was empty. Trent's dad pulled strings so we had privet visits, and quiet doctors. We didn't have to wait, he took us right away.

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My mom signed some papers, and Trent and I entered the room. "Ok, hello my name is DR. Bob. How are you doing?" he asked kindly entering the room. (AN: I couldn't think of a better doctor name) "First ultra sound huh? Ok, lay down there and lift your shirt to your bust line please." He said washing his hands. I did as he said. It felt awkward to have my tiny stomach out there and having some stranger who's going to touch it.

"This might feel cold." He said pouring some gel on my stomach. It was as he promised, cold. Then he took out the ultra sound machine. After about 2 minutes of searching he found it. "Here we go." He said. My eyes were glued to the screen.

It was barley noticeable, but it was there. You could see its hand developing, and its feet. It didn't look human, but I started to cry tears of joy when I saw it. Trent's eyes were also glued to the screen. "What sex is it?" Trent asked looking at the doctor.

"Um, I can't tell now. Maybe next visit we'll have a clearer picture. But you are four month along. Your belly will increase in size, and things will change, so get ready." He said turning it off. We walked out with the first picture of our baby. We couldn't take our eyes off it. Not even on the drive home.

"Ok, I will call you later ok?" my mom said. I nodded and walked inside. I laid on the couch with the picture in hand. Trent laid next to me. Then I hovered my stomach with my hand.

"Can you believe this beautiful creation is in me?" I said looking at my stomach now. Trent just chuckled and kissed my cheek. "What will we name it?" I asked.

"Well how about for a girl Roxanna or Jasmine." He said. "And a boy Eric or Justin." He said.

"Ok, I love Roxana but Justin? I don't like it." I answered still holding my stomach.

"Then Eric if it's a boy." He said. I agreed. We spent the rest of the time watching TV, and I cried every time something moderately sad came on. Then I decided to go to bed.

Trent decides to stay up, but after a few minutes he was lying next to me.