April 30... Monday...
Vanessa and Nate had just found out that their baby was a girl, and had even chosen her name already, though they refused to tell us.
Shortly after they told us their discovery, we got on our way to Hawaii with the girls.
We were extremely excited to take Madison to the beach for the first time.
May 2...
We were at the beach, playing in the water when I thought I got my period, so I hurried into the bathroom.
Nope. No period.
Wait a second...
My period was late!
It was due two weeks ago!
But there was no way I could be pregnant again! I was on the pill, and we used condoms most of the time!
Then I remembered the doctor had said my body might take a while to get used to the pill controlling my periods, so I might miss one or two.
That eased my mind, and I went back to the water with my family.
May 9... Wednesday...
Our trip had went by too fast, and now we were back home in New York, and I was back to work at the atelier.
As soon as I got back, Eleanor had to go to Paris for a week, and Blair went with her.
After work on Friday, I went to see the childcare center Chuck was arranging.
Chuck was there, waiting for me to get there so he could show me around. He also had Carson there, since the trip to Paris was for business and Blair didn't need a little baby with her.
The childcare center was turning out great, and it really proved how much Chuck had changed for the better since becoming a father.
"So, you're going to have four kids in a couple months. How does that make you feel?" I asked him.
"Successful. Proud. Happy. Really proud."
"Are you high?" I laughed.
"No, I'm just really proud."
"Why are you that incredibly proud?"
"Mostly because I have little people in the world that need me, that call me Daddy, but also because Blair trusts me enough for this. And also that my balls still work after those many years of drinking and all."
"Ok I didn't ask to hear about your balls-"
"Well, you basically did-"
"I didn't think you would be proud for that reason-"
"What? Does the thought of balls bother you?" Chuck joked.
"No, just I don't know why we're even talking about your balls."
"Well, Jenny, they're something we've both seen, touched-"
"Chuck! What the hell! That was over three years ago!" I laughed.
"So? You know you loved it!"
"As true as that might be-"
"Ha! You admitted it!"
"Yes, Chuck. I admitted it. I admit that you're great at sex, but that's a well known fact."
"Many people knowing it doesn't mean anything. You admitting you know it means everything."
"Why?"
"Because it's fucking hilarious!"
"Chuck, we're both married so I don't see why we're even having this conversation right now." I stated, trying to hold back my laughter.
"We're having this conversation because it fucking happened, and even though you might not ever admit it, we're both glad it did!"
"Hey! Here's a surprise! I am fucking glad it happened, because it made me a mother to an angel!"
"And I'm glad it happened because that angel made me a better man!"
"That is a fact."
"Yes it is."
"Are we done with this conversation now?"
"Not quite, I have one last thing to throw out there."
"What is it?"
"The way you moaned that night was beautiful."
"Ok, that's good to know, I think?"
"Don't worry, it is."
"You're one crazy motherfucker, you know that right?" I asked, laughing.
"I'm very aware of that."
"What am I?"
"A fucking crazy bitch."
"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
"It's both."
"Ok. I should probably get home now."
"Ok. Feel free to visit anytime while Blair's gone. It gets lonely as hell."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"Ok, bye Chuck!" I said, hugging him and turning to leave.
May 28... Monday...
I woke up feeling like I was about to vomit.
It wasn't long before I did.
"Hey, Jen." Eric greeted me gently before sitting on the floor by the toilet.
"Hi." I replied dryly. "I must've caught something when I took Kalika to the doctor the other day."
"Do you want me to call Eleanor and tell her you're sick?"
"Would you?"
"Of course. Is there anything else you need?"
"I don't think so."
"Ok, I'll go call now."
"Thanks."
"Anytime, babe."
I'd been 'sick' for two days. That's when it finally hit me.
This wasn't a flu I caught at the doctor.
In the evening, once I began to feel better, I hurried to the store, telling Eric I was going to Chuck's (which I was after).
I got what I needed, and took a cab to Chuck and Blair's.
Blair was at Eleanor's with Carson, so only Chuck was home.
"Jenny, is everything alright?" He asked me when I got there.
"Yeah, it's fine. I just have a few things to figure out."
"Do you need my assistance? Since you came to me I'm guessing the answer is yes."
"Well, uh- yeah. Can I use the bathroom?"
"Um- of course! Why wouldn't I let you?"
"It's just polite to ask first, you asshole." I said, expressionlessly as I walked that way.
It wasn't until I'd closed the door behind me that I realized he'd never asked what this was about. It was easier that way.
25 minutes later...
After doing what I'd needed to do, I'd went and sat by Chuck on the couch.
When I realized how much time had passed, I jumped up and ran back to the bathroom.
No, this couldn't be possible! It just couldn't fucking happen!
I shoved the white plastic sticks in my bag and walked out of the bathroom crying.
Blair came in at that moment, carrying Carson on her hip, showing off her nearly five months pregnant belly.
"What's wrong, Jenny?" She asked, confused.
"Jenny, are you alright?" Chuck asked, looking genuinely worried.
"I don't want to talk about it." I choked. "I have to go." I said, running to the elevator.
So, I'm guessing you know what's going on, but if you don't, just wait for the next chapter!