That evening...

I'd been sitting in the living room, playing with the girls when Eric came in from our bedroom.

"Guess what?" he told me as he sat on the couch beside me.

"There's something in that bag?" I guessed, pointing at the bag in his hand.

"Yes, but not just anything. This!" he pulled out a tiny tuxedo.

"Is that-"

"The one I got way back when you were pregnant with Tianna, before we knew she was a girl? Yes. Soon it'll finally have a use."

"That's adorable to bring it out now! I didn't even know you still had it!"

"I didn't either until I remembered the other day."

"Babe, feel!" I exclaimed, snatching my husband's hand and placing it on my baby belly. "I think he's excited!"

"You bet he is! He knows how snazzy he's gonna look in his suit!" Eric laughed, then kissed my bump.

"Mommy?" Tianna asked, standing in front of us.

"What, sweetie?"

"What are you going to name the baby?"

"We haven't completely decided yet. Why?"

"When are you gonna decide?"

"Soon. Before he's born."

"How is he gonna get borned?"

I shot Eric a nervous glance. What am I supposed to tell her? She's just three! She doesn't need to know how babies are born yet!

"Well, mommy's water will break, and then I'm going to take her to the doctor so they can help the baby come out." Eric told Tianna.

"What's a water?"

"It's what the baby is in inside your mommy."

"Are they gonna fix it?"

"What?"

"If it breaks, then they need to fix it." Tianna was getting confused.

"No, baby girl. The doctors take it out with the baby. If she would ever have another baby, a new water would grow, but this will be the last baby in our family."

Eric was giving her a nice explanation of how this happened. Even though it wasn't accurate, it was close enough, and still appropriate for her to hear.

"Can I touch the baby?" My little girl asked hopefully.

"Of course." I said as she set her hand on my stomach.

After a moment, she pulled it away laughing.

"That felt funny!" She exclaimed, falling on the floor with laughter. Her younger sisters laughed at her, and so did Eric and I.

Two days later... Monday... December 3...

We'd just gotten through with my checkup. Everything was good with the baby. He was still expected to arrive around New Years.

After the checkup, we chose to go shopping. Going through stores had always been fun for me, but now that I was married to Eric and had three (soon four) children, it got even better. Little girl dresses were so cute, and I would get to shop for little boy clothes soon! Obviously we already had gotten some, but they were little baby sizes. Eventually, our boy would be in school, and wearing much different clothing than he will as a baby.

"I hope our boy gets your hair." Eric told me as we sorted through baby clothes.

"Why?"

"Our other two children have my hair."

"Ok."

A bit later, we went over to Dad and Lily's to pick up our girls.

Chuck and Blair happened to be there also.

Tianna begged me to let her spend a few days with her daddy, so I let her go with Chuck.

Saturday... December 15... 5 pm...

"Babe? Almost ready?" Eric asked me from the other room.

"Not quite!"

We were getting ready for Chuck and Blair's holiday party.

I'd had a bit of a struggle finding a dress that fit, but I found a good one. Down to my ankles red, velvet fit top with a shimmery gold halter bow and the same shimmery gold on the frilly skirt.

Somehow, the fit body managed to be ok on my belly. My bump wasn't even big this time. It was much smaller than my past pregnancies but much rounder.

Soon, we left. The girls were with their (sort of new) babysitter.

When we arrived to the party, there were already many people there.

Chuck was talking to Nate and Vanessa and holding Angel while Blair danced with Carson.

I spotted Dan and Serena sitting in the corner and went over to them.

No wonder Serena was sitting down! Her baby bump was huge! It was supposed to be though, she was after all carrying three babies.

"How are you guys?" I asked as I sat by them.

"Good." Dan stated.

"The babies are kicking my ass." Serena added.

"Well as long as you're growing them well then that's good!" I reminded her, making her and Dan laugh.

"How is your baby, little sister?" Dan asked me.

"He's good. Everything is ready for him to be here. Except his name. We haven't fully decided on it yet."

December 29...

Eric and I had just gotten the girls to bed when it happened.

It was ever so slight, but very obvious.

I'd had a contraction. A real, labor contraction.

I didn't want to say anything, since we'd just gotten all three girls to bed, and it was light enough that I could probably get some sleep first.

After maybe an hour and a half, after I'd faded into sleep, I was jerked awake by a strong contraction.

I sat up, feeling a wet warmth cover my pajama pants when I did.

My water broke.

We were finally about to have a boy.

It was strange to be having my fourth child when it seemed like just yesterday I was starting high school.

I looked over to Eric. He was sleeping soundly. But I had to wake him up. We needed to get to the hospital.

"Eric?" I said, gently nudging him on the arm.

"You ok?" He asked sleepily, barely opening his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but the baby's coming."

"Oh, it is that time isn't it? What's happened so far?"

"Well, my water just broke. I started having contractions over an hour ago."

"Shit. We gotta go!" My husband exclaimed, jumping off the bed and going to the dresser.

"Be quiet!" I hissed. "Don't wake the girls up!"

I got up and went to the new baby's room to grab our hospital bag.

"Babe, don't worry about this. I'll get it, you just go get yourself ready to go." Eric suddenly told me.

How was he dressed already?

"Call my dad to come over here and watch the girls." I told him and he nodded, already holding his phone.

I replaced my wet pajama bottoms with a pair of sweatpants and my shirt with a tee shirt and jacket.

15 minutes later, we were on our way to the hospital.

1:03 am...

The contractions were getting increasingly more painful and apparently our baby was in a hurry to meet the world.

My doctor predicted he would come through in between three and four this morning.

Shortly after the prediction was made, Lily rushed in to see us with Vanessa and Chuck.

Dan would've came, except he couldn't leave Serena, since their babies could be prematurely born any day now, and he wasn't about to bother her. He was going to wait until she got up and could come along.

3:36 am...

It was already time to push. We hadn't even officially chosen his name yet!

Before we knew it, I gave one last push and took our wet, newborn son into my arms.

"You want to choose his name?" Eric asked me, awed by our little creation.

"Don't you?"

"Not really. I think you deserve to, I mean, you did just go through all of this so we could have him now, didn't you? All I did to make him was- you know."

"Are you sure you want me to choose it?"

"Yes, Jen. I want you to choose our son's name." Eric assured me, kissing my cheek.

"Ok, then I choose-" I paused and thought about the names we'd been stuck between. "Jeremy Mitchel." I announced.

"That's perfect for him." Eric added.

"I know." I said, and kissed my husband, then we both kissed Jeremy's head.

Apparently Jeremy was bigger than any of the girls were, weighing nine pounds and being 23 inches long. He also happened to have some blonde fuzzy hair, but that wasn't sure to stay as he got older.