The 20 minute wait for the test results was agonizing.

Finally, after a near infinity of nervously waiting, I had my answer. Or at least one of them.

I took a deep breath, told myself it would be ok, then looked at the sticks on the bathroom counter.

Pregnant.

All three of them had two blue lines.

They were all positive.

I was pregnant again. Again!

Kalika was only a couple months old!

"CHUCK BASSTARD!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"What, did you pull some prank on her?" I heard Blair joke.

"No, we're dealing with something serious. If you don't mind, I'm going to see what she needs." Chuck told her maturely, before knocking on the bathroom door.

I let him in and pointed at the sticks.

"So, you're gonna have another little baby. Congratulations, Jenny!"

"Stop acting like nothing happened between us! We have to get a paternity test done before I tell Eric!"

"Ok, we'll do that in a few days."

"Are you going to come to the appointment with me?"

"I shouldn't. Gossip Girl could catch it, then Eric would know, and everyone would start suspecting things are going on between us."

"There's nothing to suspect! Things did go on!"

"I meant, they would suspect we're having an affair, and that's not the case here."

"You're right, it's definitely not. I should get home, so Eric won't think I died somewhere." I laughed.

"What are you going to do with the tests?" Chuck pointed at the results on the counter.

"Can I leave them here?"

"I guess, but Blair will want to know why you aren't just telling Eric, and there's no way I'm telling her what we did."

"Why not? Were you together when we did it?"

"No, but-"

"Then why shouldn't she know?"

"I don't want to make things complicated unless they have to be."

"Whatever. I need to get going. Thanks for the help."

"Your welcome. Bye Jenny!" He led me to the elevator.

On my way home, I scheduled myself an appointment to get the paternity test done. I had to wait a couple days, and then another couple for results. This wait was even worse than finding out I was having a baby.

When I got home, Eric greeted me with a hug, kiss and a red rose.

"This is cute. What's it about?" I asked, smirking at him.

"It's about the fact that I love you, and I felt like giving you a rose."

"Are you sure that's your reason?"

"Yes, and I have some news."

"Let's hear it."

"In spring, we can go back to Trinidad for a while."

"Seriously? When?"

"We don't have anything planned yet, since I had to make sure you can go. Going without you would be pointless, since it's pretty much our special place."

"I think we should go, but I'm not sure when we can. I'll figure it out, though." I told Eric, thinking about how I'd be showing by then.

"I figured you'd say that." He kissed my cheek, then Kalika started crying in her nursery.

"I'll get her." I said, going into her room.

I gently took our little girl out of her crib and held her close to me. I'd had a feeling she was just lonely, and I was right. She slowed her cries to a stop once she was snuggled in my arms.

I wasn't a baby whisperer or anything, but I was honestly fucking great with them. Maybe a third baby wouldn't be as bad as I'd originally thought.

November 7... Monday...

I had to take off work early to go to my doctor's appointment.

During the appointment, she performed an ultrasound, which confirmed that I was definitely pregnant again.

My due date was May 23. I was nearly nine weeks along already. That also meant there was no way in hell Chuck was the father of this baby. I was already a few weeks along when we'd slept together. No need for a paternity test now!

After the appointment, I went home to have lunch with Eric, before rushing off to my class.

Getting my G.E.D wasn't as important to me now, since I wasn't sure college was still an option, but I'd taken over half of the class, so I might as well finish it and finally graduate.

Seeing Sienna in class was fun, and she was a great friend, but we never really hung out. We both had jobs and kids, so we were pretty busy outside of class. I did hang out with Vanessa a bit though. We'd went to the movies, and went shopping and things. She'd decided that once David and Ryder were older, she would go to cosmetology school.

I went home that night feeling a bit nervous to tell Eric about the baby. What would he want to do about it? I had no idea.

I was laying on our bed, thinking of how to say it, when he came in the bedroom.

"Jen, is something bothering you?" Eric asked, sitting on his side of the bed.

"Not really." I said, sitting up and leaning against him. "Are you ok?" I asked him, stupidly trying to change the subject.

"I actually am better."

"Can I see your wrists?"

"If you really want to."

I pulled his sweatshirt off his torso to show his tee shirt. I glanced at his lower arms. There were all the scars he'd put there when we'd been fighting. There was the one where he'd tried to commit suicide before I'd met him. There was the fresh scars from the cuts I'd seen a while back, when I convinced him to get help. Then, I noticed some new cuts. They looked really fresh, as if they were just done a few minutes ago.

"You don't need to hide it from me. I love you. I've been there too, so I can't judge you, and I love you too much to do that anyway. Can you do something for me?" I asked quietly.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Whenever you feel like cutting, or hurting yourself, talk to me. Please? I can try to help, and give you reasons not to do it. Even if I'm at work, or in class, I will talk to you. Will you try that? Please?"

"If it'll make you happy."

"Thank you." I kissed him, holding his face in my hands. He kissed back, grabbing my ribs, right under my bra. "While we're having a serious talk here, I have something you should know. I found out today, at my appointment with the doctor."

"Babe, is everything ok?"

"Yeah, well, sort of."

"What did you find out?"

"Don't hate me, but-"

"Jen, I could never hate you."

"Whatever, can you let me fucking talk?"

"Sure, sorry to interrupt."

"Eric, today I found out I'm pregnant."