2 weeks later... June 25th...

Our short get-away had turned into a full-out summer vacation in The Hamptons. It was relaxing. And fun. We'd started splashing each other in the water when we were swimming, and next we wrestled. Then Eric decided to not wrestle me in case I was pregnant. There was no way we could've known then.

I had no symptoms or anything, so we'd probably have to keep trying. I'd been having cramps for a few days, like I was about to have my period. I hadn't mentioned it to Eric though.

I was sitting around, when I realized something. Cramping was also a sign of pregnancy. There was no way to know if my cramps were PMS or pregnancy except to use a test.

I went inside, and went into the bathroom. I went under the sink and got out one of the pregnancy tests we'd brought with. We knew we were trying to have a baby, so we came prepared.

I took the test, then set my timer for 15 minutes. I went back out so Eric wouldn't be suspicious. If I was pregnant, I wanted to surprise him with it.

15 minutes later...

My phone was on silent when the timer went off, but I saw it and went to go get the results.

I felt nervous as I walked inside, as I didn't want to tell him we failed again, but really didn't know how to say I'm pregnant.

I picked the test up off the bathroom counter. I closed my eyes and counted to three, then I looked at the test.

Two lines. Positive. I was pregnant.

I felt a surge of joy, but then I remembered that the tests weren't always accurate. I needed to make sure, so I took another three tests.

After waiting another 15 minutes, I looked at them.

Then I ran outside to Eric. He'd stood up and was right by the chairs. I ran to him, threw my arms around him and kissed him.

"What's this all about?" He asked, confusedly hugging me back.

"Come see!" I exclaimed as I pulled him into the house. I pointed to the bathroom, where I'd laid all the tests out on the counter.

He looked at them as a smile spread across his face. "This is for real?"

I nodded.

"We did it!" Eric exclaimed, hugging me.

I hugged back, then kissed him and started groping his shoulders and hair.

"So you're pregnant." He stated, smiling at me. I kissed him, pushed my body against his and grabbed his ass. "And horny too!" E said, laughing at me.

"Not really. I just like your butt." I laughed, and scooted away from him.

"When do you want to go to the doctor?"

"Uh... Next week."

"Why next week? Why not this week?"

"I don't know if they could see anything. There's no way I'm more than a few weeks in." I explained.

"Good point."

Later...

Chuck brought Tianna back to us. We were at the beach, laying on a blanket in the sand. Tianna was laying in between Eric and I. Suddenly, she reached for my lower stomach. She patted it. What? What the fuck was going on? This was awkward.

"Do you think she can tell?" I asked Eric in a whisper, since Chuck didn't know anything yet.

"No, Jen she's a baby, not a psychic. She just knows it's your stomach." He whispered back.

"What are you whispering about?" Chuck nosed in, smirking at us.

"Um- my stomach's been bothering me-"

"Little J, that's the worst excuse I've ever heard! What about your abdomen might she possibly- oh... Are you?"

"What? Am I what?"

"You know what I'm referring to."

"Fine. Whatever. You caught us. Yeah, I'm pregnant!" I couldn't help but squeal a little when I admitted it.

"That's- erm- that's cool." Chuck said, sounding uncomfortable. He walked away.

"That was fucking awkward." I told Eric. "But maybe we should see the doctor sooner. I want to know for sure."

"Yeah, I think that's definitely a good idea." He agreed.

2 days later...

We had just gotten out of an ultrasound appointment. There was for sure a baby growing in me. We could barely see anything, but it was definitely there. I was about 2 weeks along and due in early April of next year.

Now, the wedding planning.

"How are we going to get married now?" I asked him as we made our way home.

"What do you mean?"

"Will I even fit in a wedding dress in a few weeks?"

"Probably. You probably won't be showing before 10 weeks."

"Will we be able to plan a wedding in 8 weeks?"

"Yeah. You've helped people do it in a day."

"But then I wasn't the one getting married."

"True, but I think we could pull it off."

"It'll just give away that I'm pregnant. They'll want to know why we're hurrying." I reminded Eric.

"It's fine if they know you're pregnant. If you want to wait until after the little one's born, we could do that too." He offered.

"No, I want to marry you first."

"Then we should get planning." He said, and kissed me.

2 more weeks later... July 9th...

The wedding planning wasn't as stressful as I thought it would be. Our wedding was set to be on August 13, then I would be 9 weeks pregnant. It would be a beach wedding.

My dress was picked out, but we were still fitting it perfectly and making a few changes. The colors of the wedding were white, gray and dark blue. I had a feeling it would be perfect.

None of our family had asked why we were rushing it, but that would probably come later.

I still had no symptoms of pregnancy at 4 weeks. It was strange. Last time was terrible.

My dad came to talk to me. "Are you sure you're ready to get married?" He asked.

"Dad! Of course I'm ready! I really love Eric. I know he's the one."

"That's not what I meant. I know he's the one for you. I don't really know what I meant. I just want you to make the right choices."

"Trust me Dad, I know this is right." I assured him.

"I was just making sure. No matter what you do, you'll still be my little girl." He kissed the top of my head and walked away.

Was he really going to treat me like a little kid again? He'd seen me give birth, so I don't think that was quite possible.

And soon he'd see me get married. My life was finally finding it's self.

Does the date of the wedding sound familiar to anyone? Hint: E and B. Not GG, but T.

All I'm saying.