Why did I just puke? My mind couldn't seem to put the pieces together.

"Hey, Jen, try to relax a bit. It might help-" Eric cut off when I exploded in tears and put his arms around me gently.

"The way he touched me- it was- terrifying." I choked, my voice cracking from crying and puking.

"I know, and I hate him for it. If that ever happens to you again, I'll have no mercy, I'll kill whoever even tries to do anything without your permission. I don't care what could happen to me, I will kill them."

"Don't say that."

"No, Jenny, I will say that and fucking mean it, because you deserve better than that."

"Whatever."

"Babe, you don't have to worry about him anymore. That bastard is locked in a jail cell where he belonged a long time ago when he did this to my mother."

"That doesn't change what happened!"

"I know, I know, but it wasn't your fault-"

"Eric, could you please just shut the fuck up? That bastard treated me like I'm a disposable whore! Unless you know what being sexually molested feels like, don't even act like you do!"

"I'm not-"

"I don't even care! I don't fucking care!" I half-shouted as I got up and ran to the living room, nearly puking again, but holding it in.

I flumped myself onto the couch.

Surprisingly, Eric didn't follow me this time.

For that, I was glad. I needed some time alone.

5 days later... Tuesday... March 8th...

I woke up to see that Eric had made waffles. Clearly he was trying to cheer me up as I recovered from the flu.

"Since when do you know how to make waffles?" I asked him as I walked into the kitchen.

"Since I asked your dad to teach me."

"When did you do that?"

"Back when you first started working with Waldorf Designs again."

"You're so cute." I said as I kissed him before sitting down.

"You're hungry, right?"

"A little."

"A little? Normally you're just 'hungry'. Is everything ok?"

I took a deep breath and prepared to tell him what was bothering me.

"Eric- I'm worried about our baby." I admitted, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Babe, why are you worried?" He scooted closer to me.

"It hasn't been moving much lately. It used to be super squirmy." I referred to our baby as an it, because we didn't know its gender yet. "And- I didn't want to admit this, but when that happened, he grabbed right below my ribs- and I felt a pain in my stomach."

"I'll go set up an appointment at the doctor." Eric told me, getting up and leaving the room for a few minutes. He came back and said "You have an appointment tomorrow morning. For now, try not to worry about it. I know that'll be hard, but do it for the baby. Baby doesn't need the stress. Have some waffles. Relax. We can go get Tianna from Chuck in a bit."

When we went to pick Tianna up, she was standing on Chuck's couch next to him. Lately, she'd been standing a lot, even though she had to have something to hold her balance with. She hadn't taken her first actual steps yet, though. The first time she'd stood up had been months ago, she just was doing it more often now.

The next morning...

Today was going to be a busy day.

First, we got up and fed Tianna. She seemed to like strawberry applesauce the best. Really, I could understand her liking of it.

After we ate, showered and got dressed, we took Tianna to Dad's, since Chuck had a meeting and Dad wanted to see her.

Finally, we were on our way to the checkup. I couldn't help but be nervous.

Before we went into the building, Eric stopped me for a minute and took both of my hands in his.

"Jenny, before we go in there, remember that whatever happens, good or bad, we're in this together, and I love you."

"I know, I know, and I love you too."

He gently kissed me, and we went to the waiting room and filled out some papers as we waited.

We only waited for a few minutes before the nurse was ready for us.

After what seemed like forever, the doctor was finally with us, and ready to look everything over, starting with a blood test.

A blood test, a urine test, and a throat swab later, I was told to go to the bathroom and change into a robe. Ugh, a pelvic exam.

I hated pelvic exams. The only person I was really comfortable enough with to let them have their face and hands around my privates was Eric. After the incident at the benefit, I wasn't even completely comfortable with him anymore.

My doctor looked my genitals over, then my breasts.

Finally she told me everything was healthy and I could go get my clothes back on.

It was time for the ultrasound.

Slowly, the doctor moved the piece across my bump, and I watched the monitor nervously.

"Listen." She told me, holding the piece in one place on my stomach.

There was a steady thumping noise.

"There's the heartbeat." She said. "It looks like your little one is completely fine. He or she probably was still for a while because of your stress, and the sickness probably affected him or her, but- wait! Do you want to know the sex? It's visible right now!"

"Yes!" Eric and I exclaimed in relieved unison.

"You're having a baby girl. This is her uterus, and her ovaries." The doctor showed us on the monitor.

"Tianna's gonna have a baby sister." I stated in awe.

"Time to start thinking of more baby names and setting up the new nursery!" Eric beamed happily.

"I'm just glad our baby is alright."

"Um, something is off here. This can't possily be correct!" The doctor said, looking at the papers.

"What? What is it?" I questioned immediately.

"It's nothing big, just- your due date is in no way correct."

"What do you mean? The baby isn't due August 25th?"

"No, there's no way. The papers say you're 21 weeks along, but your baby girl is more developed than that!"

"How much more?"

"I'm not completely sure."

"Well, if it helps at all, we know the exact day she was concieved." Eric mentioned.

"That would help. When?"

"October 3rd."

"Are you absolutely positive?"

"Yes."

"Ok, then based off of that, your due date is June 25th. I have no idea how that got so far miscalculated."

Right as I heard my correct due date, I felt our little girl nudging around inside me.

Now I could relax, knowing she was happy.