ok, so this is a short chapter, but that's ok since I just had a huge one, and then the news at the end of this one, omg I hope you like it.

1 week later... October 11... At the Humphrey loft... 1:12 pm...

Serena had moved into the loft with Dan right before Brent was born, so they could take care of him theirselves. Lily had stayed there for a week, making sure they were doing everything right, and my dad had went over every day and stayed almost the whole day. This was the second time I was there, and I was only there because Eric had wanted to go, and I wanted to be around him.

I'd held Brent for the first time in the hospital, when he was only an hour old and Lily used it as an opportunity to show me how to hold a newborn. Now that they were home, Serena was getting grouchy because the baby needed to eat every 2 hours or so, and she'd decided to breastfeed for the first few months. Then there was Dan, who was practically in love with Brent, and never complained about taking care of him, but that's probably because he didn't feed him from his boob.

I'd texted Chuck to come over and pick me up so we could go shopping for our baby for the first time, since I was 22 weeks pregnant, it was a good time. Before I knew it, Chuck was knocking on the loft door.

"Hey!" I greeted him, hugging him.

"You ready?"

"Yeah!" I told him. "Uh, we're going to go baby shopping." I told everyone else.

"That sounds like you're making wise choices. Be back in either here or the apartment before 10." Lily told us protectively.

"Ok, bye." I said as we left the loft.

27 minutes later...

"Want to go in here?" Chuck asked, pointed to an Armani store.

"No! I don't feel like shopping for the baby in designer stores. Vanessa says the clothes won't even fit very long, especially with newborns. Can't we just look in Carter's?"

"Why there?"

"The baby clothes are cute. You don't have to come with, but I'm going." I told him, going to the store.

"I'm coming." He followed me into the store. "There's the baby stuff." Chuck pointed to a corner in the store.

"I can see that." I grabbed his hand and pulled him back there.

"I'm guessing you two are looking for newborn size?" A lady in a Carter's uniform guessed. She probably only noticed because I was wearing a white fitted tee shirt under a gray unzipped jacket, exposing my too-big baby bump. I definitely looked like I was further along than just 22 weeks.

"Yeah." I told her, touching my stomach, which had recently become a habit.

"Is this your first baby?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Here, the newborn clothes are down here." She showed us down a hall of racks. "How far along are you?"

"I'm 22 weeks. I know, it looks like more, but just 22."

"Second trimester, the fun part. I know because I have two little ones. The second trimester is definitely the best, or at least it was in my case."

"Yeah, it is better than the first. That was torture. Maybe it's just because I'm so young."

"So young?" The lady seemed confused.

"I'm only 16, and he's only 18." I pointed to Chuck.

"Oh. A lot of teen parents shop in here, I don't know why, but they do. But I'll stop bothering you and let you shop now." She started to walk away.

"You weren't bothering us." I told her.

"Ok, but if you don't need my help, I have other work to do." And she walked out of sight.

"Look at this tiny thing!" I exclaimed, holding up a preemie sized light purple and white dotted onesie. "We should get a few preemie things in case the baby gets born early."

"Jenny, did you seriously just say get born?" Chuck asked me, laughing.

"Stop making fun of me and look for cute baby clothes!" I laughed back.

He held up a hot pink pair of newborn pants.

"Put it in the basket if you think it's good." I held the shopping basket to him. He took it and put it on his arm. "I'm not disabled, you know."

"I know, but maybe I want to carry the basket."

"Whatever." I said, putting a couple more pieces of clothes in the basket.

Eventually, we checked out, and Chuck insisted on paying for everything. We ended up with about 20 outfits if we put the clothes together. What a successful shopping trip.

Another week later... The doctor's office...

"That's amazing." Chuck said, referring to the image of our baby on the ultrasound.

"You say that every time."

"It's amazing every time. It looks more and more like a person every time."

"Is something wrong?" I asked the doctor, since she'd been looking a little freaked out and unsure.

"Everything is fine, I just think we need to do a 3D scan. Immediately." She told me as she stood up.

"What? Why? Something's wrong isn't it?" I unconsciously started shaking.

"No, nothing's wrong, I just need a clearer view of the fetus."

14 minutes later...

We'd started a 3D ultrasound and now the doctor was looking at the screen with shock all over her face.

"What the fuck is it already?" I asked, getting impatient.

"Jenny, calm down-" Chuck started.

"Do you know what it is?" I interrupted him.

"No, but I want to."

"As much as I was hoping I wouldn't have to say this, especially to a teenager, I have to."

"What? Is the baby ok?"

"Yes, everything is ok, but Jenny? Chuck? Are you ready for it?"

"Yeah." We replied in unison.

"There's two fetuses-"

"That means..." I faded out.

"You're having twins."

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