Does Eric even have a birthday said by the show? I don't remember it, so his birthday in this story is November 20th.

4 weeks later... At the apartment... 9:02 am... November 20th...

Serena had insisted on getting the whole family into the kitchen to wait for Eric to wake up so we could wish him a happy 17th birthday first thing. Brent was 6 weeks old, and it was his first time leaving the loft. Alison was going to be turning a year old soon. And I was finally 27 weeks pregnant with the twins. Time had gone by too fast.

We heard some shuffling around in Eric's room, before he came out, not expecting a thing. Everyone shouted "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" and blew party whistles. Well, I didn't. I dropped the whistle on the floor, shrieked, ran and kissed him. But that's better, isn't it? When I was hugging him, the twins were squirming around.

"Jenny, I think one of your babies is trying to kick me." He put his hand on my rippling bump and smiled at me.

"No, they're trying to hug you! But happy birthday!" I exclaimed, kissing him again.

"Well, were you surprised?" Serena asked eagerly.

"Yeah, it was definitely a surprise." He replied tiredly.

"Oh, wake up already!" I joked, hugging him from the side.

"Alright, breakfast is set out! Come eat!" My dad called everyone into the kitchen.

Later... 5:19 pm... Jenny's bedroom...

"Do I look ok?" I asked Vanessa. I had to look perfect for Eric's party. Being pregnant made it hard.

"Jenny, stop asking me that. You look beautiful and you know it. We should really be getting out there. The party started a few minutes ago." As she finished her sentence, Alison started laughing and fell back on my bed, but V scooped her up and we went into the living room.

Eric was nowhere in sight. Weird.

"Hey, Dad! Have you seen Eric?"

"I'm guessing he went to the bathroom. I saw him go upstairs."

I ran (more like tried to) up the stairs. Sure enough, he was just coming out of the bathroom.

"Hey!" I ran into his arms and kissed him with all the power I could manage. "Your mouth tastes like alcohol." I started smiling idiotically. "I like it." I said as I kissed him yet another time. "You have no fucking idea how badly I want a drink right now." I complained. "There's no way my dad would let me though."

"I could sneak you something, but only if you promise you won't get out of control."

"You would do that?"

"Of course. I love you."

"I love you too." I said, getting ready to kiss him. I stopped when I heard a sickly familiar voice. Blair!

"Jenny, stay calm." Eric told me. He must've felt my whole body tense up.

"Eric, please, you know I can't stand her. You heard what she said to me in the hospital. There's no way in hell I can go down there."

"Babe, it's ok. I'll get Serena to take Blair into another room for a minute so I can help you get somewhere else. Where do you want to go?"

"I want to go to a hotel with you, but you can't leave your party. I was planning on going there afterwards."

"Who said I can't? I'll leave this party for you. I don't even need to think twice. Stay here, I'll come get you when Blair is distracted." He kissed my cheek and went downstairs.

A few minutes later, he came back. With two shots of Patron.

"Here, drink this and then we need to get out of here before Blair comes back to the living room." He handed me a shot glass and I downed it and kissed his cheek.

"Ok we can go now. Are you sure you really want to though?"

"Of course. Let's go." He took my hand and we started our way out, dropping off the glasses as we left.

14 minutes later...

We were just walking into our room at The Empire when I grabbed him, put my back against the wall and pulled him as close to me as he could be with the baby bump.

"I hope you're ready for your birthday present." I whispered with my mouth against his ear. "You have no idea how hard it's been to keep my hands off you for the past few weeks." We hadn't had sex in three weeks, purposely so his birthday could be better.

I kissed him, sliding my hands through his hair, down his arms and in between his legs, careful to not touch anything private. I started kissing his face, and then he started kissing my neck, down to my collarbones and up to my ear. I unzipped my dress and started to slide it down, stopping midway to slip Eric's suit jacket off, and start unbuttoning his shirt.

I pulled my dress the rest of the way down. Eric fingered the side of my black lacy underwear, specially chosen for the night. I helped him remove his pants by unzipping them, and kissing his stomach along the edge of them, all the way up to his mouth. Our mouths stayed intertwined as he removed his shirt. He was practically hard as a rock at that point, and I couldn't resist poking it, with one finger to tease him a bit. As I did that, he gently squeezed my ass, making me get really wet.

He started to pull his boxers down, and I threw myself on the bed and gestured for him to get down with me. I undid my bra, jokingly hung it on Eric's head and started laughing like a maniac. He laughed with me, shook it off and kissed me. I yanked off my underwear and scooted my butt to the edge of the bed, wrapped my legs around Eric's waist and gave him a devilish smile.

I sat up a bit, grabbed his neck and started kissing him. He put his hand on the outer lips of my pussy and gently spread them apart. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

"Just making it easier to get in."

"If that's the case, then carry on." I told him happily, and he slowly slid into me. After he'd been in me for about a minute, I pulled away and got onto all fours, facing him. Then I took the tip of his dick in my mouth. I slid the whole thing in my mouth and let him hump my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down it, and around the head.

"Jenny, every time you do this, it just makes me want to do you." Eric told me, pulling himself away from my mouth and gesturing for me to lay back down.

I laid down and he started going down on me, sticking his tongue in me, and running it over my clitoris, making me get vocal. After a while, I made him stop and lay on his back. I climbed on top of him and slip his dick in me again. I bounced on it for a few minutes, relishing the way he was moaning. Eric put one of his fingers on my clit and rubbed it, bringing me close to climaxing.

The orgasm built up fast, and it exploded a couple minutes later, making me shriek, and squirt up his stomach, reaching his chest.

"Damn, J. That was sexy as hell. The face you made when- just- then you- like that."

"You were watching my face?"

"Yeah. It's hot."

"Well, there's something I've been meaning to try. Follow me." I got on all fours again, and pulled Eric over to me.

He went in me again. After a while, it started feeling overly good, and I slammed my face in a pillow to muffle my screams of pleasure.

"Hey, babe, are you ok?" Eric pulled out of me and asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"It looked like you were crying. And it sounded like it."

I rolled over and looked at him.

"You are crying. Why?"

"It just felt good. Really fucking good. Wait- you never finished!" I realized. "Get back in!" I exclaimed, making him laugh as he went back in me.

A couple minutes later, he finished inside me, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I think he liked his present. It was a success.