August 6... Monday...

"Are you sure you want to know the gender of your baby?" The doctor asked.

"Of course!" Eric and I said in excited unison.

"Your little one is a boy."

"Oh my god! Finally!" I exclaimed, feeling tears of joy in my eyes.

"We're finally going to have a boy! This is perfect!" Eric cheered, kissing me happily.

Later...

Our family had been quite excited about our baby news a few days ago.

Now we were finally having a little boy!

Everything was turning out beautifully.

My fashion line with Waldorf Designs would release on September 28, and the next week would be promotion fashion shows.

We'd named the line 'J for Waldorf' and it was honestly amazing.

"It's almost our third wedding anniversary." Eric said, sitting beside me on the couch.

"I know."

"Do you want to do anything specific to celebrate?"

"I don't really care. As long as we're together then it's all good."

"Ok, I'll keep that in mind."

Just then, Tianna crawled onto Eric.

"Dada." She stated, hugging him in her clumsy, three-year-old way.

She called Eric 'dada' and Chuck 'daddy'. I was 'mommy', Kalika was 'Kiki' and Madison was 'Maddy'.

Tianna was stringing words into sentences, even though they weren't complete or proper yet. It was settled that she looked like me, but with Chuck's mouth and ears.

Kalika on the other hand, was nearly the opposite. She had Eric's brown hair, and facial features, but my blue eyes and curls. Also, she just called us 'mom' and 'dad'. No cute babyish ways.

With Madison, we couldn't quite tell who she looked like, but at this point she seemed to be a perfect mix of both of us. She'd gotten my blonde hair and blue eyes, and my mouth and nose, but the rest was Eric.

August 13...

To celebrate our anniversary, Eric had went with Chuck to plan a brunch party.

Blair helped me decide on my outfit for the morning, and we chose a light gray maternity sundress. It was way more sophisticated than it sounds.

Vanessa was about 31 weeks pregnant, and Blair was about 29. Then there was me, just 17 weeks.

The party was cute and cozy.

That evening, Eric insisted we went out to dinner, and then to the beach while Chuck and Blair babysat.

It was great fun. We had a play fight with squirt guns, then ended up making out.

On the way to pick up the girls in a limo, we took a moment to make love while we had the time.

August 17...

"Excited to shop for our baby boy?" Eric asked me as we looked through newborn clothes.

"Yeah."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, why?"

"You don't sound happy."

"I'm just a little stressed. Nothing to worry about."

"It's something to worry about when you're pregnant! What's going on?"

"Taking care of four little kids is going to be really hard."

"That's obvious, but we can handle it."

"How are you so sure of everything?"

"I just am."

"Well I'm not!"

"If you're so unsure, it's not too late to- nevermind."

"What? It's not too late to what?"

"No, you'll just get mad."

"Then I should probably know what you were going to say!"

"I was going to say it's not too late for you to get an abortion-"

"Seriously? Are you fucking stupid?"

"See, I told you that you'd get mad!"

"There's no words for what I am! After we finally manage to get a boy, even if it was unplanned, you suggest a fucking abortion!"

"Jen, I wasn't suggesting anything-"

"Then why did you even mention it?"

"Can we not discuss this in the store?"

"No! We're discussing it right now! Why did you mention it?"

"I don't know-"

"Of course not! Next time before you try saying something smart, just shut the hell up!" I exclaimed angrily, walking away.

"You're not seriously just walking away!"

"Fucking watch me!"

Why were men so ignorant and dumb sometimes? Why would he even bring up that abortion was still possible? There was no way in hell I would go with it, and he knew that!

I went to Dad's to pick up the girls and took them home to wait for Eric.

He came home with a load of stuff for the new baby.

"Are you still pissed?" He asked after setting the bags on the couch.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know."

"Well if you want to prove you aren't stupid, use your fucking brain!" I growled at him, getting off the couch and going into the bathroom.

I pulled my black maternity shorts off and tossed them into the hamper. Eric knocked on the door.

"What?" I asked as I pulled off my shirt also.

"I'm sorry for being an ass." He apologized sincerely.

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Yeah."

"What does that mean?"

I opened the door.

"The girls are sleeping." I stated, biting my lip.

"I figured."

"Well, do you want to take a shower?"

"Do you want me to join you?"

"Would I be asking if I didn't?"

"Probably not."

"Get in here!" I exclaimed, pulling him into the bathroom and kissing him.

After we showered, we laid on the bed together.

"Did you really just use sex to break the tension?" Eric asked me, laughing a little.

"I think I did. It was good too. Not the fighting, but the sex."

"Yeah, it was."

August 31...

"Why couldn't you do the fucking laundry? You were home all day!"

"I already told you! I didn't know it needed to be done!"

"Well it's not my fault I had to work late!"

"It's not, but I don't see why you're so upset about the laundry!"

"Because it obviously needed fucking done!" I yelled to Eric.

We'd been arguing and bickering nearly all the time in the past week, and tonight I'd came home to find him drunk and the girls were with Chuck and Blair.

We argued over what to dress the girls in, the laundry, over what to cook, and we even argued over sex!

It was getting to the point of being pathetic. We were going to have another baby in a few months and we couldn't even get along for a week at a time.

"Ok, Jen. You want to complain about my not doing the laundry? How about you stay home with three girls in diapers or potty training all day by yourself and have time and energy to do fucking housework?"

"Goddammit, I go to fucking work every day! I'm working my ass off to get this fashion line done so when the new baby comes, I can take time off to spend with my family! Is that not good enough for you?"

"Why are you always picking a fight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I said it. You always ask the questions that are difficult so you can bitch about the answers!"

"And you're talking bullshit!"

"Exactly! Whenever I'm honest about something you don't like, you decide to argue about it. I don't know if it's what you've become, or just your stupid fucking hormones-"

"Stupid fucking hormones? Really? These 'stupid fucking hormones' are making your stupid fucking baby!"

"Don't call the baby stupid!"

"You did it first!"

"No I didn't!"

"Shut up! You're too drunk off your ass to know what you said!"

"I'm not that drunk, dammit!"

"Don't lie to me."

"Jen, I'm not lying! I love you, why would I fucking lie to you?"

"Because you're drunk! And clearly you're stupid!"

"Stop calling me stupid!"

"No! I won't! Until you stop being stupid, I will fucking call you stupid! And as for you claiming to love me, yeah fucking right! Chuck loves me more than you do anymore and he's not even my husband!"

"You did not just fucking say that!"

"Oh yeah I did! What are you gonna do about it?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly. You're not even going to bother to try and correct me because you know I'm right!"

"Just shut the hell up!" Eric yelled at me.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt a sharp pain across the right side of my face, and it briefly blinded me.

Once I regained my vision, I saw Eric's face crumple up as if he was about to cry.

As if he really felt that bad for hitting me. Yeah fucking right.

"Babe-"

"Don't even try to 'babe' me!"

"I'm sorry-"

"Save it. I don't even give a living shit." I told him as I ran into the bedroom, packed my duffel bag and ran out of our apartment.