2 weeks later...

"Ugh, hang on." I told Eric, out of breath from kissing him so hard as I climbed off his lap. I pulled my shirt off, but something wasn't right. I ran to the bathroom, in my underwear and bra and looked in the mirror. "Oh my god..." My voice faded as I put my hand on my lower abdomen.

"Are you ok?" Eric asked, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Look at this!" I exclaimed, breathlessly pointing to my sticking out, stomach. He looked at it, his eyes widened, and he put his free hand on it and ran his fingers across the edges.

"It's- amazing." He said, not sure if he used the right word or not.

"Yeah it is. Or at least I think so." I wasn't completely sure what I thought of it yet. I was just past 11 weeks pregnant, so it was normal that I was showing. It was just so strange!

As I put my shirt and pants back on, I got happier and happier. "DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?" I yelled, running out of my room like a 5 year old on Christmas day.

"Jenny! I'm right here, is everything ok?" He asked, walking out of the kitchen, looking worried.

"It's fine! Feel this!" I took his hand and put it on my tiny bump.

"You're showing." He said, sounding shocked. "That baby is definitely growing!"

"What's all the fuss in here?" Vanessa asked, walking into the living room, holding Alison on her hip.

"My stomach is growing."

"That's great! That is great, right?"

"Yeah! I think so." Even then, I still wasn't quite sure.

The next day... July 29... At the apartment... 9:43 am...

My dad was at the gallery, Lily was in the kitchen, Vanessa was playing with Alison on the floor, and I was sitting on the couch with Eric, reading a magazine, whe the elevator opened, and out popped the person I least expected to see.

"Well, Lily! I certainly hope you've had a great summer so far!"

"Charles! Where have you been?" Lily asked, and they randomly chattered on in the kitchen.

When he'd walked in, Vanessa and Eric looked at me. I felt dizzy, and I started sweating. Then I felt sick. Really sick. I ran to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet. As I gagged, I felt Eric's hand on my back, and I could see Vanessa's feet out of the corner of my eye.

"Are you alright?" Vanessa asked me softly.

Again, I couldn't talk. I just shook my head, and stood up. Eric put his hands on my waist. "Jenny, you need to sit down." He told me, leading me to the edge of the bath tub. "And you need to breathe. You're going to be ok. Everything is going to be ok." He assured me, taking my hand in his and kissing my face.

After a few minutes, I was feeling better. "I should probably tell him now." I said as I stood up from the tub.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Vanessa asked me.

"Yeah." I left the bathroom. He and Lily were still talking, and I wasn't about to interrupt them. "I think I'll let them finish talking." I whispered to Eric and Vanessa, walking back into my room.

"Jenny, maybe I should go and be around when you tell Chuck about the baby, just in case he reacts badly. Would you mind?" Eric asked, once we were in the bedroom.

"That really isn't a bad idea, I guess you can be." I agreed.

"How about we go somewhere while they talk, and then later when things are settled down, you can tell him?" Vanessa suggested.

"Where would we go?"

"Anywhere but here. Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know. You decide. Going somewhere was your idea." I told her.

"Ok, let's go-" She paused to think. "For a random walk across town!" She was way too enthusiastic for that. Weird...

5 minutes later...

"So, why exactly are we going for a walk?" Eric asked Vanessa curiously.

"It's something to do."

"Jenny, you don't have to do that." Eric told me.

"Do what?" Was I doing something?

"Cover your stomach like that. You're wearing a normal, loose shirt. No one will be able to see it. Doing that would just draw attention to it anyway." He assured me.

"Are you sure?" How was he so sure?

"Yeah. No one can see it. The only reason we know it's there is because you showed us."

"Oh. Do you always have to make me feel like an idiot?"

"I don't try to, I just tell you things you didn't know." E stated, smiling at me.

We continued to walk and laugh at each other for the rest of the morning.

That evening... At the apartment... 7:18 pm...

I was sitting on my bed, next to Eric, messing with my phone when someone knocked on my door.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I said, jokingly.

"Hey, um, can I talk to you?" It was CHUCK.

"Go! Go in the bathroom!" I urgently whispered to Eric. Once he'd went in, I told Chuck to come in.

"Ok, J. Why does my old phone has 37 missed calls from you and Eric?" He asked me.

"We needed to call you but you weren't answering. Wait, why were you ignoring us?"

"I couldn't have Blair wondering why I was talking to you guys. But what did you need so badly?"

"I needed to talk to you." I admitted, looking away.

"What about?"

"That night. When we did that. Why did we do that?"

"I don't even know, but it's done and over with and has nothing to do with now."

"Actually, it sort of does." I told him, quietly.

"What? What are you trying to say?"

"That night has a lot to do with now." I started to stutter.

"Are you saying what it sounds like you are?"

"What does it sound like?"

"You can tell me. I can handle it." He told me, getting nervous.

"I'm-" I got tears in my eyes and choked on my words. "I'm- pregnant. And it's yours."

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Are you sure? You're really going to have a baby?"

"Yeah, if you don't believe me then I can show you."

"And you're sure it's mine?"

"What do you not believe me there? Do you think I'm a slut or something?"

"No, I don't think that at all. I believe you, since you're so sure." Chuck assured me. "How- pregnant- are you?" He asked, not knowing how he was supposed to ask that.

"You don't ask it like that, you ask how far along it is. Just for future references. And I'm just over 11 weeks along. Look at this." I told him as I laid onto my back and pulled my shirt up, revealing my teeny bump. He looked at in amazement, almost like he thought he was seeing things. "If you think you're seeing things, you can touch it. Just be careful." As I said that, he put one of his hands on it, and I could see tears in his eyes. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, this just was unexpected. What do you want to do about it?"

"I really want to keep it, but you have some say too." I told him honestly.

"Jenny, I wouldn't want you to do anything otherwise. Maybe we should talk this out, in total private, when we have more time. I'm supposed to be meeting Blair tonight, but when can we talk?"

"Really, anytime."

"How about tomorrow afternoon? I'll come here to get you and we can go do something." Chuck offered.

"Like what?"

"We can decide then. Deal?"

"Deal." I agreed.

"And Jenny? You probably wouldn't expect this from me, but I want you to have this baby. And I look forward to being in its life. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok. See you then." I said as he left my room. He wanted to be a dad? What?