Why was Damien calling me? Did he somehow figure out I was pregnant? No, that wasn't possible. No one that knew would be mean enough to tell him. It's not like it was his business anyway.

"Sorry, I have to take this." I told Lily and Vanessa, standing up and walking outside before they could ask any questions. "What do you want Damien?" I asked him coldly.

"Why the crankiness Jenny? I'm calling to apologize-" I cut him off.

"For what? For breaking up with me because I wanted to stay a virgin? Sorry, but I'm over that. And you. Are you sure that's why you called?"

"Yeah. I am sorry. What I did that night was wrong, and I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to me. I'm just letting you know I'm sorry. Um, I have to go, but maybe I'll see you around?"

"In your fucking dreams. Goodbye Damien." I said as I hung up the phone and went back inside.

"Who was that?" Lily asked me.

"It was no one." There was no way in hell I was telling her it was Damien.

"You don't get calls from no one, but I see that you don't want to talk about it and I'm going to respect that."

"Uh, do you guys mind if I bolt? I really need to clear my head a little bit."

"Jenny, I don't see what you need to clear out of it."

"I was thinking I could try to locate the father of my baby." I really was, but I had no idea how.

"Alright. You can go. Just be back at the apartment before dark."

I hurried out of there. Why had Damien really called? Part of me thinks that he isn't the kind of guy to mean an apology like that. Oh well. It was all over and none of that or him mattered anymore. What mattered now was calling Chuck. Or more like finding him. I called his cell number for the millionth time. Again, it went to voice mail. Ugh!

I just walked on for about 5 blocks, mumbling to myself, when all out of nowhere, I ran into Damien. That's when I realized what I'd been saying. I'd been practicing telling Chuck about the baby.

As I ran into Damien, literally I hit my face on his jacket, it got weird. "Damien! What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Did you forget that I live in this city too?"

"You live here now?" Last I checked he was moving away.

"Yeah I moved in officially last month."

"Oh well. It wasn't nice to see you!" I said truthfully, as people would normally say it was good.

"Hang on for a second. When we ran into each other you were talking to yourself. Telling someone they're the father of your child. And you're cursing your head off. When we were together I never heard you swear once. Is there something I should know about?"

"No, because it's none of your business so you can just stay out of it. And as for the cursing, I'll say whatever the fuck I want, why? Does it offend you?"

"Jenny, I don't think you understand. I want to be friends. Like, friends where we hang out and are there for each other. Why won't you give me a chance? We were fine as friends before."

"Yeah, then we dated and you dumped me. Plus I'm with someone else now." I told him.

"And he's the father of your child. Could you please just tell me what that's about?"

"It was a line in a play I'm messing with." I lied.

"What play would that be?"

"It's one my friend wrote. You wouldn't know of it."

"Whatever you say. Just please, give me one more chance. As a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. I want to make up for what I did to you a few months ago."

"Fine! Just stop asking me about it!" I exclaimed.]

"Ok, meet me in the park tomorrow at 2 pm?" He asked, brightly.

"Yeah ok. I really have to go."

"See you tomorrow!"

"Bye." I walked away from his as fast as I could. What the fuck was wrong with me? He was my ex! Wow, I must be really stupid.

Later that afternoon... At the apartment...

"Peek a boo! I see you!" Vanessa was playing with Alison.

"No! I told you I can't have anyone knowing about this! I told you because I trust you, B." Serena was on the phone with Blair.

My dad and Lily were no where to be found. I think Lily went to a meeting for Bass Industries and I'm pretty sure my dad went to the loft. And I was sitting at home, watching V play with her baby. Just as I was getting bored, Eric came out of the elevator.

"J, guess what I got!" He exclaimed, holding up the bag in his hand. An Armani bag.

"I don't know, something Armani?" I guessed sarcastically.

"Duh. I got this." He pulled out a tiny red and black suit. A baby suit.

"Um, Eric, what the fuck?"

"For your baby."

"We don't know its gender yet. And I'm only 6 weeks pregnant. Isn't it a bit early to be buying clothes for it? And what if I have a girl?" I pointed out.

"Then you can save it for when you have a boy."

"What if I don't want to have a boy?"

"Then a girl could wear it."

"No! If I have a girl, she is not going to wear a suit!" I shouted.

"Well, sorry, I was just trying to be a dad here." Eric said, sounding hurt.

"E, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just really hormonal right now." I told him honestly.

"Yeah, I know. I heard you yelling at the maid for making your bed." I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"Shut up!" I laughed at him.

"Make me." He said, running over to the couch I was sitting on. As he started to lean in to kiss me, I pushed him away a little bit.

"Not right now."

"Why not?"

"I'm not in the mood."

"Well I don't care." He said, kissing me anyway, and I couldn't help but melt into it. In the middle of it, I felt a wave of nausea. I shoved him off me and ran to the bathroom to throw up. When I looked up, he was right by my side, pulling my hair out of the way.

"You don't have to do this." I told him.

"Do what?"

"Be the father of Chuck's baby."

"Jenny, it's your baby too. And I don't care. Even if he steps up to be a father, I will still love your baby." E said truthfully.

I went to respond, but I wound up retching again. How long would this last?