The next morning... 9:12 am...

I woke up to hear Chuck talking to Tianna, and her shrieking and laughing. Dad must've brought her home while I was sleeping. I got up and went into the living room.

"I see you're up." Chuck greeted me.

"Did my father bring her home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You didn't tell him that I'm here, did you?"

"Of course not. That's up to you to tell him."

"Thank you. I don't want him to know."

"Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"Maybe I should. Get it out of my system."

"Alright, rant away."

"Didn't it sound like he was on Blair's side? He talked to her as if everything was ok."

"Well it didn't sound like he was against her."

"I got really mad about it last night. I blame the hormones, but he seemed really pissed off."

"What was it like?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but-" I began stuttering as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm scared it went too far."

"Too far?"

"I don't know if we'll be able to stay together." I choked as I admitted my fear and the tears poured over. Tianna looked at me in a confused way.

Chuck put his arms around me. "It'll turn out. I don't know how, but it will, and I'll be here every step of the way."

"I know it'll turn out, but I'm scared of how it will. I love Eric. I really fucked it up this time."

May 25th...

Things at Chuck's were alright. Vanessa had came over and we'd went baby shopping together.

Eric's and my baby.
Our little girl.

Before our fight, we'd been setting up her nursery in a purple theme. We were stuck between the names Kalika and Alessa. We'd decided to make the final choice when she was born.

My upcoming birth.

I was planning to have her completely naturally as I did with Tianna.

Eric wanted to be there for the birth, and I wanted him there. It was only right.

My due date was 31 days away, giving us that long to make up. I was scared we wouldn't.

June 2nd...

I'd heard Eric and Chuck talking on the phone, though I couldn't hear what they were saying. Chuck told me that Eric had called to check up on me. I couldn't help but doubt it after the way I'd treated him.

June 8th...

I'd packed my hospital bag today, since I could go into labor anytime now, even though it would be premature. I hoped I wouldn't.

June 11th...

Tianna took her first steps today. Then fell onto me. Then, because of hormones, I was so happy that I started bawling.

June 16th...

I'd sucked Chuck into cooking with me, since I missed cooking with Eric. We made brownies and macaroni with cheese, also known as my cravings.

June 20th...

10 days until I was due to give birth. Why couldn't I bring myself to apologize yet?

June 23rd...

Looks like this baby wasn't going to be early. Oh well, she'd have less health risks.

June 25th...

Still no word from Eric. Or the baby. She'd moved a lot. No labor or anything.

June 30th...

That's it. I was sick of not being with Eric. I love him. I was going to go apologize before our child was born (late).

I chose to walk, being my normal, idiotic self.

I'd woken up with a slightly uneasy stomach. Oh well.

Once I started walking, I felt the baby moving a lot more than normal. She would probably be here really soon.

I'd walked for an hour, when I reached a bridge. There was another person walking on it, coming my direction. It was Eric!

I ran over to him, getting a little pain in my stomach when I did.

"Eric! Um- I'm sorry for what I said. I know I overreacted, and it was dumb. I'm sorry if it hurt you." I apologized sincerely.

"Jenny, it's fine. It may have hurt, really, really bad, but-"

"How bad?" I asked, suddenly terrified.

"Don't worry about it. It'll go away in time."

"No! Eric, I'm going to worry about it! I love you! How bad did it-" I cut off, realizing what he meant. Realizing how bad I'd hurt him. "No- no- no!" I panicked, grabbing the sleeves of his shirt and gently pulling them up. So this was why he was wearing a long sleeved shirt in the middle of summer.

His arms were painted with cuts, old and new, some even overlapped. I started crying the instant I saw them.

"Eric, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, hugging him like my life depended on it. He kissed me, like he'd never kissed me before. "Ow! Fucking hell!" I winced, pulling myself away from him. I'd just had a painful contraction. That's when I realized, my stomach hadn't been uneasy, I was in labor!

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"I just had a contraction."

"Wait- Jenny, you're in labor?"

"I'm pretty damn sure!"

"I'll hail a cab. I can't believe I'm about to become a dad."

We got into a cab and were on our way to the hospital. We called our family members, and they said they'd be there soon.

When we got there, I stepped out of the taxi, and boom! Another painful contraction.

Our little girl was making her way into the world.