That same evening... 6:34 pm... At the apartment...

"Jenny, you wanna go somewhere?" Eric offered.

"No, I think I'll stay in tonight."

"Again? You need to go out, have fun. You've just dragged yourself around since you got pregnant."

"Exactly. I'm pregnant. There's nothing fun that you can do while you're pregnant."

"Seriously? What can't you do while you're pregnant that you normally do?" He asked me.

"Um, well I can't go out drinking anymore, I can't-" Eric cut me off.

"J, you hardly ever drank before."

"You weren't around me much in the weeks before I got pregnant. I went drinking with Nate and Chuck, and all the nights I spent at Nate's, we drank quite a bit then, and the night I got pregnant. We were tipsy when we did that. Actually, I think that's why we did that."

"You are right with that, we were fighting then, but Jenny you're far from alcoholic-"

"I never said I was!" I interrupted him. "I just said I can't drink anymore now."

"You know there's such thing as alcohol free wines and liquors?" He reminded me.

"Yeah, but it's the alcohol that makes it fun."

"Oh well. You can't do that right now. Do you want the alcohol free or not?" E offered.

"I guess."

"Ok then. I'll be right back." He said, going into the kitchen and coming back, with a bottle of alcohol free wine. "It might not be the real thing, but at least you get the taste."

"You're the best." I said, hugging him and kissing him.

"How about we play a game?" He suggested.

"What game?"

"We could watch Welcome To The Rileys' and every time they use the word 'fuck', we drink."

"That sounds like a good game." I admitted. "Let's do it!"

After the movie...

"Yeah, if that was real alcohol, one of us would be passed out right now." Eric said, laughing.

"I can't believe we went through almost 3 bottles of that!" I exclaimed.

"It was a good game wasn't it?"

"Yeah. It would've been better with real alcohol." I told him.

"That way, it would be more interesting doing this." He said, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me. After a minute, he pulled me over on my bed, so that I was on top of him. Then he grabbed my thighs and pulled them to his sides.

I could feel his boner growing in his jeans, and he kept rubbing it on me. I couldn't help but notice he was looking down my tank top, but he was supposed to be, right? He started to move down, and wound up kissing my chest, with his face down my shirt. We sat up, with me still in his lap, and him still in my shirt. He grabbed my ass, and I accidently let out a sexual cry. I happened to do so, right after the elevator opened, and I heard my dad talking to Lily.

"Shit!" I whispered.

"I'll hide the bottles!" Eric said quietly, knowing that my dad didn't let me drink, anything alcohol related, even if there was no actual alcohol.

As I was walking to the door of my bedroom, my dad knocked on the door.

"Jenny, can I come in?" He asked from outside.

"Yeah." I told him, opening the door.

"What are you two up to?" He asked me and Eric, not having any suspicion of what we'd been doing.

"We were watching a movie." Eric told him honestly. That's what we'd done, so it wasn't lying.

"Ok, I was just checking to make sure you kids were ok. Jenny, how are you feeling?" My dad asked, concerned.

"Dad, you've asked me every day since you found out I was having a baby, and I've always been fine. You don't have to ask me every day, or at all if you don't want to. In all honesty, it's getting a little annoying." I told him quietly.

"I ask you because I care, and I care because I love you. I just want to make sure that you and your baby are ok."

"Dad, why aren't you mad? I'm 16 and pregnant, and you act like you're just fine with it."

"I'm going to let you guys talk, I don't think I'm needed in this conversation." Eric said, leaving the room.

"Jenny, at first I was mad that you didn't tell me, but then I realized that being mad about it isn't going to fix anything, and it would only make you stress, and that certainly wouldn't be helpful. Stress often causes a miscarriage in pregnant women, and I wouldn't want you to have to go through that. Instead of being mad, I'm just going to help you, and make sure things are ok, like a father should." Rufus explained.

"Oh. I see now. Where were you all day?" I asked him.

"Just at the gallery. Why?"

"I just never knew."

"Well, I'll leave you alone now." He said, leaving my room.

Next morning...

I couldn't bother to get out of bed until after 10, because of the morning sickness. Finally, it started easing off, and as it did-

"J, are you up yet?" Eric asked from outside my door.

"Sort of. You can come in if you want."

"What does sort of mean?" He asked, walking into my room and sitting on the foot of my bed.

"Awake but too sick to get up." I clarified, as I stood up.

"Well, you must be feeling better now."

"Yeah." As I said that, he took my wrists and tried to kiss me, but I had to push him away and run to the bathroom, yet again to puke, and yet again, he was right next to me.

"You just woke up, how do you have that much food in your stomach that you can puke out?"

"I'm not even sure. I think it was making its way up all morning."

"Are you ready to go out of here now?" Eric asked.

"I think so." I said, as we left my room together to find Serena in the living room with Lily, Vanessa and Alison.

"Vanessa, do you have to do that with a little baby?" I asked.

"Do what?"

"Feed them with your boob? It sounds painful."

"You don't have to, but I think it's a better option, cuz its healthier, and it's free." She pointed out.

"But doesn't it hurt?" I asked, a little freaked out.

"Not if you do it right."

"There's a wrong way to do it?"

"Jenny, should I be worried that I know more about breastfeeding than you do?" Eric asked.

"What? How?"

"As strange as it might be, I actually took every parenting class at school, and a few not at school, because I actually want to be a father and have a real family someday." He admitted.

"Eric! That's so amazing! Not many guys are like that these days. And I don't think Dan is one of them." Serena blurted out, getting off the couch.

"Is that why you haven't told him that you're pregnant with his child?" E asked her.

"No, actually I can't get ahold of him." She admitted.

"I haven't either." I added, thinking back to the times I'd tried to call him to tell him about my baby.

"I have some shopping to do." Serena said, seeming irritated that I talked to her, I mean I understand that she would still be mad that I fucked things up with her and Nate, but she could at least be civil.

1:56 pm...

"Jenny!" Damien called out.

"Hey." I said as he walked to my side.

"So, I was thinking we could go get a drink or something." He suggested.

"Um, it's early afternoon."

"So what?"

"We can't."

"Why not?" He nosed into my business.

"Damien I just fucking can't!" I yelled, feeling tears in my eyes.

"Jenny, you can tell me why. It doesn't have to be a secret. We're friends. Tell me."

"A few weeks ago I made a huge mistake."

"More detail?" He pushed at me.

"And now it's living in me." I said, trying not to let him know about my baby.

"What?" Damien sounded confused. Then he caught on. "Wait, Jenny are you pregnant?"