2 weeks later...

So, the girls at Constance were back at school, and I was sitting at home. Luckily, my dad hadn't made me go back. But Lily made Eric go back to school. Oh well, I still have Vanessa. We were watching TV in the living room when the elevator opened. It was Dan. And Serena was in the kitchen. He didn't know she was 35 weeks pregnant, or that it was his. At least I had a pillow over my 18 week bump.

"Dan!" Serena exclaimed, surprised. "Where were you all summer?"

"Well, I was taking care of a baby. Georgina's baby. Long story short, she tricked me into believing he was mine, then revealed that he's not. They moved out last week."

"Ok, but I really need to talk to you!. We can talk right here, they already know." She said, pointing to Vanessa and I. "As you can see, I'm pregnant. And it's yours."

"Really? You're not kidding? This is not a joke? Why didn't you tell me when you first found out? How far along are you? Is it a boy or girl?" The questions starting to pour out. "Wait- Vanessa? Who's baby is that?" He referred to Alison, who was sitting on Vanessa's lap. "Jenny? Don't you have school?"

"Um, Alison is my baby." Vanessa admitted to my brother.

"Shit, why are all the females around me either pregnant or a new mother? Next thing I know, Jenny's gonna be pregnant!"

"Uh, Dan?" I stood up, moving the pillow. "That's why I'm not at school."

"Why didn't any of you tell me this sooner?"

"I couldn't tell anyone." Vanessa told him.

"And I couldn't either, but when I went to, I couldn't get ahold of you." Serena complained.

"Same here." I agreed.

"Wait, Vanessa? Is she Nate's?"

"No, she's actually Chuck's." V corrected Dan.

"And Jenny?"

"What?" I asked, distracted by my baby kicking.

"Who's the father of your baby?"

"Chuck." I admitted.

"I'm not even gonna ask. But Serena, can I talk to you alone? Like, can we go on a walk?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." She agreed, heading for the elevator.

After they left, Alison started crying.

"Hey, J. Come here." Vanessa told me.

"Why?"

"I'm going to teach you how to change a diaper." She said, lying Alison on a blanket on the floor.

"Seriously?"

"Just get the hell over here. You'll need to know this, especially with a newborn. They shit at least three times a day."

I sat by her on the floor. She told me step by step instructions on how to change a diaper, and extra things about the first week or two when the baby would have the umbilical cord stub. I couldn't help notice that she kept looking at the scars on my wrist. They'd healed completely except the deep one, but it was almost healed. I only covered it when Eric was around, or my parents were close to me. Sure, it was hard to hide it during sex, but we hadn't really been doing it much.

"So, how's Eric?" V randomly asked me.

"You saw him before he left for school. You should know he's the same as always."

"That's not what I meant. How are you two? Like, as a couple?"

"We're good. He's really been sweet."

"Oh really? Tell me about it."

"There's nothing to tell. He's just been insisting on rubbing my feet every night and he does this weird cute thing where he randomly kisses me on my face and walks away."

"That's so cute! He really loves you, Jenny."

"Yeah, I know." I said, remembering that he should be home soon. I put on a sweater and waited.

An hour later...

I'd been sitting on my bed, with the door slightly open, when Eric came in the door.

"Hey!" I jumped up to my knees, threw my arms on his shoulders, and kissed him.

"Why that was a nice greeting home!" He joked, moving closer to me, and kissing me back.

"I love you." I whispered in his ear, before continuing kissing him.

"I love you too." He whispered back. Right as he did, my brother walked in.

"Shit, are you guys in the middle of something?"

"Uh, no, why?"

"I need to talk to you."

"I'll let you guys talk." Eric said, leaving my bedroom.

"What the hell were you doing with Chuck?" Dan asked me, clearly upset.

"What do you think?"

"Why him? Jen, I love you, but that wasn't smart." he told me, resting his hand on my shoulder.

"And why not?"

"It's not like he's willing to be responsible and be a father!"

"Actually, he is- not that it's any of your business! You were too busy taking care of some bitch's baby to care about anything, or anyone, so I'd rather you keep your shitty opinions to yourself!" I yelled, stomping out of my room and to the elevator.

As I stormed out of the building, I started thinking. Chuck had stepped up to be the father of my baby, and he'd been trying to help me all he could in the past week. He even bought our baby a little pink dress. Then we'd hung out for a while, and- before I could continue thinking, I needed a joint. Yeah, a joint. When I'd hung out with Chuck, he realized I was stressed and gave me a joint, since one little one wouldn't affect the baby. But now I was starting to get addicted to the weed. No one could know. I don't need them all up in my face.

I pulled a joint out of my bra- I had to keep them in there so no one would find them, and I lit it up and sat on the curb. I'd just taken the first drag when I heard really familiar steps behind me. Then I felt Eric's hand on my shoulder. Shit. I was caught.

"Jenny, what is this?" He asked, grabbing my hand that was holding the joint and sitting by me.

"What does it look like?"

"Why are you smoking pot? Did you forget you're pregnant?"

"No!"

"Hey, don't get mad. You really need to calm down." He told me, rubbing my hand.

"The weed helps." I said quietly.

"But it doesn't help your baby. Jenny, please stop."

"Fine." I put the joint out and sat it on the ground. "Happy?"

"Not quite." He gently grabbed my arm and pulled my sleeve up. "Are you cutting yourself?" Eric asked me, worried like hell.

"No." It was the truth. I wasn't currently doing it. That was one time, and it was over.

"Then what is that? If you're hurting, I'm here for you. Remember, I've been through it." He showed me his scar.

"So what if I cut myself? I don't now! How did you even see that?"

"Ok, I'll take your word for it. And your sweater sleeve went up. Just please, don't hurt yourself. You didn't do anything to deserve that." Eric kissed my wrist, and then my mouth, making me cry because I loved him so much. "Why are you crying?"

"Nothing. I just really love you."

"I love you too." He put his arm around me and started making out with me.

How did I not know right away that I loved him?