To you who keeps giving me bad reviews: just shut the fuck up already and get your head out of your dick. no one wants to hear your bullshit. you'd think you'd give up by now if you're trying to get me to stop writing cuz that's not going to happen. I left my other story because I was no longer inspired by it and I needed to move on. what I'm doing writing this story actually entertains other people, not just myself, whereas your reviews don't do shit. and I'm not a whore, slut, bitch or anything else you want to call me. make fun of me all you want. I just do shit my way, and if you don't like it, you can go to hell.

BTW people reading: its going to go by in time really fast because I want the birth to be over with cuz honestly I have no fucking clue how I'm going to write it...

I didn't run very long. I got tired too fast and the babies were practically begging me to stop. I turned around. V was still there.

"VANESSA!" I screamed, making sure she heard me. "Wait up!" I tried running back over to her.

"Are you ok? 30 seconds ago you had no interest in talking."

"That was before I had a chance to think. Are you going to the apartment?"

"Yeah why?"

"Can you keep an eye on Eric?"

"He's 17, not three-"

"Just make sure he doesn't hurt himself! Please?"

"Oh. Yeah sure. What happened anyway?"

"All I'm saying is it's my fault. I'm going to go hide in my room since the babies won't let me run." I said as I followed her inside.

When we went in, Lily and my dad were in the bathroom talking about me. I heard them say my name, so it was obvious. I'd went inside on the verge of crying again, and when I saw Eric sitting on the kitchen floor and crying, I completely lost it. I ran to my room and yanked out my phone.

"Chuck? Can I come live with you?"

"Erm, ok. Yeah, sure. Don't be surprised I'm asking this, but why?"

"Don't ask now, I'll tell you later."

"Fine, but I'm picking you up! Don't walk! I'll be there soon."

I hung up.

"What was that about?" Vanessa barged into my bedroom.

"I'm going to live with him."

"Why?"

"I don't need to live here anymore. I'm not in a relationship with someone here anymore, Chuck's the father of the twins, I don't think you guys want two newborns around, I want to do this like an adult, and-" I broke down crying. "I don't want to be here to hurt him anymore. How is he?"

"He did it again. Lily took the knife away before you came back, before he could do anything worse than a light cut."

"Goddammit why am I such a terrible person?" I asked, continuing to pack.

"You're not, you just make mistakes like the rest of us-"

"No! It wasn't an accident! You don't just FALL on a dick!"

"Wait, you cheated? I thought you just kissed Chuck."

"No, it was more than that, but Eric doesn't even know about that!" My phone went off. Chuck was there. "I have to go. Come over sometime. And if Eric can ever forgive me, tell him I'm sorry and I love him and that he can come over if he really wants too." I hugged Vanessa and left.

3 weeks later...

A lot was different now that I lived with Chuck. I didn't have anyone to kiss, or who's butt I could touch. Well, Chuck wouldn't mind but we weren't dating so, just- no.

We were best friends though, and we did a lot of fun things, like that time I woke up hungry at 3 am and we made waffles and got the mix everywhere. Or the time we were setting up the baby room and he tried to fit me into baby socks. We were strange, but we were happy. Or at least most of the time. Whenever I was alone, I missed Eric. I couldn't help it. I love him and I felt bad for cheating and then moving out. He clearly didn't want me anymore.

I was changing out of my pajamas when Chuck walked in.

"Jenny, are you ok?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Really, what was he talking about?

"Come over here." He gestured, and put me in front of the mirror. "You can see your ribs. That's not normal. especially not when you're 35 weeks pregnant with twins. I think you should see a doctor."

And that I did. Apparently I was too thin. What am I supposed to do about it? I eat like a pig because of the hormones! My doctor said the babies were likely going to arrive early. Some time in the next two weeks. Before they were full term. Oh shit. I was not ready to push two living humans out of my lady-hole.

2 more weeks later... 4:19 pm... February 1...

So, here I was, 37 weeks pregnant. Officially full term with the twins. The doctor was wrong, or at least that's what I was thinking when someone knocked on Chuck's bedroom door.

"Who is it?"

"Uh, Jenny, it's Eric. Can we talk?"

ERIC. We hadn't even seen each other except once since we'd broken up. Why was he talking to me now?

"Yeah, come in." I said, and he did.

He sat on the bed, and started talking. "So, I'm not mad you slept with Chuck. Hell, I'm not even mad you lied anymore. I just really miss you."

"I'm sorry. Eric, I'm SO sorry. I never meant to sleep with him, we just wanted to see if we could figure out why we did it the night I got pregnant. And we did. But I hurt you, and I never wanted to do that."

"It's all ok, I just wanted to tell you that I still love you, and I'm sorry for being so harsh."

"I still love you too, and I'm sorry I messed up. And I'm glad you came by. It's good to know you're better."

"Better?"

"Vanessa told me you cut yourself with a knife."

"You had her make sure I didn't. I knew you still cared."

"Of course I do. Eric, I'll always love you."

"I'll always love you more."

"I doubt that." I joked, and noticed he was going to kiss me. Right before he could reach my lips, there was a soft popping noise. Almost like a balloon bursting. An internal pinch.

"Jenny, what was that?"

"I don't know." I started, and as I did, I felt a gush in my privates, and (was it?) a light contraction. "I think my water broke!" I exclaimed, and jumped up.