The next morning... At the apartment... 8:19 am...

There is no way I'm going out there. There is no way I can face anyone. My bed is comfortable and it doesn't annoy me. I let my thoughts drift as I laid, curled up in my bed. As I thought about my life, all the possibilities, and my baby, someone knocked on my door.

"J? You awake yet?" It was Eric. I tried to pretend to be sleeping, but I had to sneeze. "I heard that. Can I come in?"

"Why?" I asked, feeling weak.

"Please just let me in!"

"It's not locked." As I said that, he opened the door and poked his head in. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. How could I be so stupid?

"Jenny, what's wrong?" He asked, alarmed. He came over and sat on the other side of my bed.

"Last night-" I couldn't get the words out.

"What happened? Are you alright?" Eric put his hand on my arm.

"I'm fine. Just-" I stopped when he put his other hand on my waist. I started to push it away. "Don't do that!"

"Are you pushing me away because of what happened last night?"

"How do you know what happened last night?"

"Chuck told me. He said that you two kissed but nothing else happened. Is that right?"

"Yeah. You can go now." I told him quietly.

"No, Jenny, I'm not going anywhere. You didn't cheat, it was just a kiss. And he's the father of your baby. It was bound to happen. Plus, we never confirmed anything. I'm not mad, and you have no reason to be disgusted with yourself." He assured me, laying down beside me, taking my hand.

"You're not mad?" I looked at him with questioning eyes.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and rolled me over, so I was on my stomach, laying on him. "Of course I'm not. Can we just forget that ever happened?"

"I think so." I had to be honest, I wasn't sure if I could forget it.

"Good." He pulled me on top of him and kissed me. "Are you in the mood for this?"

"I will be if you do that again." And he kept kissing me. After we were both more turned on, he started to sit up under me. As he did, Lily knocked on the door. I got up to see what she wanted.

"Are you two coming out for breakfast?"

"I guess so. We'll be in there soon." We always got interrupted. It was getting annoying. "We'll have to find a time we can be completely alone before we do that again." I told Eric as he got off the bed.

1 week later... August 7... 2:49 pm... The doctors office...

"You should start to feel light movement soon." The doctor told me, looking at my baby on the screen. "And it's likely that there's only one fetus, but by your symptoms, it did look like there were multiples, and there may be, but I can't see any others. The odds at this point are lower, so don't get your hopes up. Do you have any questions?"

"When can I know if it's a boy or girl?" At this point I couldn't help but be curious.

"Probably at your next appointment. So, you've decided to find out the sex. You've talked to the father about it?"

"Yeah, and he thinks we should know."

"Honestly, I think you guys are making the better choice with that, but other people may think differently."

"I know." I told her. For once I didn't feel like an idiot when it came to the baby.

Later...

"Guess what." Eric told me, trying to make his voice flat, but sounding happy anyway.

"Do I want to know?"

"Duh! Take it." He shoved a bag into my hands.

"It's cute, but can you stop already? We don't even know if I'm having girl or boy yet." He'd gotten a little pink dress this time.

"Can I stop already? This is the second thing I've bought the baby since you found out you were pregnant!"

"I know, but it's so early, and you're not even related to this baby by blood. And we'd only be able to use one or the other of the clothes." I pointed out.

"You're only planning to have one baby in your life?"

"At the moment. I don't know about in a few years."

"Oh well." As he said that, he wrapped his arms around me from the side and sat like that.

"What's the point of that?"

"I don't even know." Eric started laughing, sitting back up.

"Hello people of-" Vanessa started as she walked into my room, pausing to think. "People of Jenny's bedroom at the moment." She started laughing at her own strangeness.

"Hello to you too." I responded, laughing too.

"Oh my god! That baby dress is really cute! Why did you get it? If you don't know the gender yet then what-" I cut her off.

"Eric got it. Apparently he doesn't know why."

"Well it's cute. Are you sure you're not gay? You sure have good taste in baby dresses!" She joked at Eric.

"Yeah, I should just be a baby stylist. That's a good sounding career, isn't it?" He joked back. We were all laughing when suddenly my laughing was cut off by something inside me.

"What the hell?" I quietly asked myself, putting my hand on my little baby bump. What the fuck was the baby doing in there?

I know, short chapter, but I've been really busy with school and shit, so I can't write as much. Plus I'm under a lot of stress, partially from school, and partially another possible mental disorder that I might have (we don't know yet). If you don't follow me on Instagram, you wouldn't know what I'm talking about.

-S