"Of course it's a person. It's been a person ever since you made it." Eric told me, smiling at me like I was dumb.

"When can we know if it's a boy or girl?" I asked the doctor.

"We should be able to tell at your next checkup, which is set for when you're 13 weeks along."

"How many appointments do I have to do?" I kept asking questions.

"You are supposed to come in at least every 6 weeks for the first trimester, every 4 weeks in the second, and every 2 or 3 in the third." My doctor explained.

"That's a lot of checkups. Why do we need so many?"

"You need to make sure you and your baby are ok and doing healthy, especially at your age."

"Ok, do you know when I'll get fat?" I felt like an idiot asking all these questions.

"Jenny, you're not going to get fat. You're going to start showing. There's a big difference. You should be happy when you start showing."

"How long are my- things," I pointed to my boobs. "going to be sore?"

"I can't give you an exact answer, but I can say that it shouldn't last any longer than your first trimester."

"And the morning sickness? I've had it since I was 2 weeks pregnant and it's gotten worse."

"Oh my. How bad is it?" The doctor lady sounded worried.

"Like, I feel sick for normally 4 hours a day and I've been puking every day, normally around 3 times."

"That explains your sudden drop in weight. We'll need to do a 3D scan in your next appointment to see if we can figure out the cause."

"Why did you say oh my? What might be causing it?" I desperately asked, trying not to panic.

"As much as I don't want to say this, because I might just be worrying you for no reason, it might also be correct. There's a possibility you might be carrying multiples."

I could feel myself getting lightheaded, and nauseous. Very nauseous.

"Jenny, are you alright?" Eric asked, grabbing my waist, sounding worried.

I could only cover my mouth and try to get up, but the doctor brought a barf bag to me before I could get up. As I puked, I could feel Eric rubbing my back, trying to comfort me.

That night... At the apartment... 2:34 am...Jenny's bedroom...

I couldn't sleep. What if I was having twins? Or even worse, triplets? I'm not ready to take care of that many babies. Hell, I'm not even ready to take care of one! As I was thinking, someone knocked on my door.

"Jenny? Can I come in?" Eric called from my door.

"Yeah." As I spoke, my voice cracked.

"Why are you crying?" He hurried over to my bed, where I was sitting.

"Why are you awake?"

"I was thirsty and I heard you crying. What's wrong?"

"I'm not ready to have twins." I choked.

"You're not sure you're having twins. Don't think about it until you know for sure."

"It's not that simple. You don't understand. I'm not ready for a baby. I'm only 16 and-" He cut me off by putting his hands on my legs and kissing me. "Why did you do that?"

"To show you that you don't have to be ready yet. That little person isn't supposed to be here for another 8 months. You have until then to get ready. Even then, you don't have to be completely ready, because you'll have me if Chuck doesn't step up to the place. Actually, you'll have me even if he does step up."

"But why do you want me? I'm 16 and pregnant by the manwhore of the Upper East Side from a drunken one night stand, and I'm a worthless shit-"

"No you're not! Don't say that- don't even think that! Jenny, I want to be with you because you're amazing!" He kissed me again, and then I knew that he really did care. After he kissed me, we just looked at each other for about a minute, and then, as if we'd planned, at the exact same time, we grabbed each other, and started making out.

I grabbed his shoulders, laid back and pulled him onto me. He'd grabbed my thighs, on the back near my crotch, and pulled them around his waist and started grinding on me. We started pulling our clothes off, piece by piece. I was down to my just my shorts, no bra, and he was down to pants and kissing my neck when he stopped and talked.

"Jenny, you sound like you're orgasming and we aren't even naked yet."

"What? What does an orgasm sound like?" I asked him, emphasizing sound.

"You were whimpering and moaning like you were orgasming."

"I was? Sorry."

"Don't be. It was hot." As soon as the words left his mouth, he went back to what he had started. A while later, while he was back to kissing my face, I accidentally let out a REALLY loud whimper, and anyone would've been able to tell what we were doing.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing in there!" Vanessa randomly said from outside my door scaring us a little.

"What the fuck? How long have you been listening?" I questioned her.

"Just a second, I heard you yell out and I decided to let you know I could hear you from the living room."

"Why are you even awake?"

"Alison woke me up." She replied.

"Do babies always do that?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"I told you I'm not ready for a baby!" I exclaimed to Eric, getting tears in my eyes.

"I already told you that you don't have to be yet-" Eric started, but I didn't let him finish. Instead, I pushed him off me and ran to my bathroom and laid on the floor, on my stomach, put my face on my arms and cried.

Vanessa came in with Eric right behind her. "Jenny, what's wrong?" She asked, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"I'm not ready to have a baby, and I don't think I will be in 8 months! I'm not even ready to be pregnant!"

"That's why I'm here to help you! With or without Chuck, I'll be here." Eric assured me, putting his arms around my ribcage, under my naked chest. "Come here." He said, as he pulled me over, so that I was laying with my head in his arms on his lap, facing the ceiling.

"I'll be here too, and I know what it's like becoming a teenage mother, so I can help you too." Vanessa added, crawling over and laying next to me on the bathroom floor and taking my left hand while Eric took my right. Then he pulled my head up and kissed me, holding my head in his left arm, and his right hand stroking my stomach, where the baby was.

After we'd kissed for a while, he decided I needed sleep. "Jenny, you need to get some rest. Even if you don't want to, you should do it for your little one. Plus, I think we're making Vanessa feel awkward."

"No you aren't. You two are so cute together! But yeah, J he's right. You do need to get some sleep."

"But I'm comfortable right here." I whined.

"If you won't go, I will carry you, and if you even suggest that I'm joking, just wait and see." Eric stated.

"Ok, then carry me. I want to see if you really can."

"Ok, you asked for it!" He warned me, standing up and carrying me back to my bed. Vanessa gave me my shirt from the floor. "Yeah, you might want to put that on." Eric suggested.

"Whatever." I complained, sitting up and putting on the shirt.

"Good kitten." He joked, kissing me. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Um, yeah. I'll see you then too I guess." Vanessa stuttered awkwardly.

"Ok, see you then." As I said that, they walked out of my room and I went to sleep. For some reason, I dreamed about my baby.