A couple days later...

"I've been trying to get ahold of Chuck, but he isn't answering his phone." Eric told me, walking back in from the hallway.

"Why can't I just call him? I'm the one that has something to tell him."

"After that night, I'm not sure he'd want to talk to you. Plus, he and Blair are happy."

"Wait, Chuck never told her?"

"I'm guessing not. He proposed to her after you ran off. Then they went away somewhere."

"Since it's like that then I can't tell him now! I'm not about to break up a happy couple!" I burst out.

"No, J, it's not like that. You really need to tell him. The baby is just as much his as it yours. And I'm pretty sure he has another kid off somewhere that we don't know about!"

"So what? It's the not knowing about it part that makes it not matter! If I don't tell them about my baby then it won't matter to them. Problem solved."

"Jenny! Stop thinking of Chuck and Blair's relationship and think about your baby for a minute. Do you really want to deprive your child of a father? Do you want to constantly answer his or her questions about daddy for the first decade of their life? Think about it J, would you have liked not knowing your father?" Eric questioned me.

"I'll find someone else to be their dad. It's that simple."

"A dad by words means nothing compared to a dad by blood."

"They don't ever have to know that its not really their dad. And seriously, Chuck Bass, a dad? In another universe maybe."

"Really? And who would this baby's 'father' be?"

"How about, I don't know, you?" I said, almost rudely. I walked over to him, grabbed his shoulders and kissed him. "How about we resume that night, you know, where we left off?" I suggested, trying to pull him over to the bed.

"Hold on, hold on, do you have feelings for me?" he asked, gently pulling me off of him.

"Not exactly, but you're the only person who I'd trust as the father of my child."

"Ok, but here's what we're gonna do. When Chuck comes back from wherever he is, we'll see how he is with Blair. If they're good and you still want to leave it alone. then fine, but if they're not, we're telling him about the baby."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll do it myself. So what are-" He got cut off by my phone ringing. It was my dad.

"Jennifer Tallulah Humphrey, where the hell are you?" My dad started to question me before I even got a chance to talk.

"Dad, what's going on?"

"I got a call from your mother just now. She said that she was calling to check up on you, but you weren't here. I told her that, so she explained that you told her you were visiting the Upper East Side. Where are you?"

"I am exactly where I told her I would be. In town."

"Where in town?"

"With Eric."

"I didn't ask who with, I asked where. I'll say it again, where are you?"

"I'm in a hotel. There, happy?"

"You'd better get over here, NOW! And Eric too. You two have a lot of explaining to do. I'll see you soon. Bye." My dad said, as he hung up.

"What was that all about?" Eric asked.

"We have to go home. We have a lot of explaining to do." I said, as we walked out the door.

23 minutes later...

"Hey Eric! Jenny." Serena said as we came in the elevator. I couldn't help but notice how her expression went from bright to hateful in less than 3 seconds.

"Serena! You're home early! How was Paris?" Eric asked her. "And why are you wearing a coat? Did you forget that it's this thing called summer? Oh, are you still trying to hide after you and Dan's slip up a few months ago?"

Everyone that read Gossip Girl knew that back in January, Serena and Dan had slipped up and hooked up, even though Serena was with Nate. But that was forever ago, so what was with the coat?

"Oh, the coat is nothing. Anyway, I'm having a little family only party tonight. I have something big to announce. You'll be there right?"

"Yeah, of course."

Just then, my dad and Lily came into down the stairs.

"So, would you two like to explain why you were staying in a hotel room when you have a nice apartment here with family?" My dad asked us, crossing his arms.

"Not really." I told him flatly.

"Well, you'd better. Get talking."

"I wanted to see Eric without anyone else knowing about me being here so that nothing dumb happens, like before I left." I explained. That was true, so he couldn't accuse me of lying.

"You still had no reason to lie."

"Rufus, you need to calm down. How about you do that while I take Jenny out?" Lily suggested to him.

"Fine. Just since you'll probably understand her better than I ever could."

"Jenny, let's go." Lily told me, gesturing to the elevator.

11 minutes later...

"So, are you going to tell me why you and my son were staying in a hotel room together? Are you two seeing eachother?" Lily asked me as we walked down the sidewalk.

"I already did, and no we're just friends."

"Blair told me what she saw in the hospital chapel."

"What she saw was a mistake."

"So you're telling me that Blair didn't walk in on you and Eric kissing and starting to undress yourselves?"

"No, well, no. It wasn't like that. What does it matter?" I asked her.

"Well, you're father is worried about you. He thinks that you might make a mistake."

"A mistake?"

"Like, forgetting protection, and getting-" She paused. "Pregnant. Or even worse, a disease."

"Um, I'm not going to make a mistake. I'm not with anyone." I lied, feeling my eyes tear up. How would they react when they figure out I'm pregnant? I couldn't help but worry.

"Jenny, what's wrong? Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No, it's nothing." Right as I said that, a tear fell down my face as I looked away. Lily put her hand on my shoulder and stopped me.

"Something is clearly wrong. You can tell me Jenny. I don't want you to cry."

"It's not easy to say." I told her, my voice trembling.

"You need to sit down." She said, walking me over to a bench. "Now, please tell me why you're crying."

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Jenny, I'm sorry but I'm afraid I can't promise that. Does it have something to do with sexual things?"

"Sort of." I admitted.

"Well, I'll promise that I won't tell anyone yet, and the only person I will eventually tell is your father. Now what is it?"

"I'm pregnant." I told her, choking on the words and crying harder.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I went to a doctor a few days ago. I was staying with Eric because he's been a really good friend through all this shit."

"It's not the worst thing in the world. Damien's the father, isn't he?"

"No. That never actually happened."

"Well then who is?" Lily asked me, getting more concerned.

"Do I have to tell you?"

"Not right yet if you don't feel ready, but soon you will. Can you at least tell me if I know him?"

"Yeah, you do. When are you going to tell my dad?"

"I'm not, I'm going to help you do it. How far along are you?"

"About 5 weeks."

"Ok. How about we go back home? I bet your father has calmed down now. We don't have to tell him yet, but we will soon." Lily told me, hailing a taxi.

18 minutes later...

"Good, you're home. Jenny, I need to talk to you." Eric said urgently.

"What is it? Why do you need to talk to me?" I asked, confused.

"It's Vanessa."