This is dedicated to my friend, purplepen! You rock, gguuurrrrrlll.

Jack and I… were in a relationship. Sorta.

"Kim," Jerry shoved his phone in my face, completely ignoring my stomach. It had grown pretty big. And not too brag, but I hadn't gained too much weight. "What's up with this?"

He didn't even wait for me to open my front door before talking.

"I don't know," I looked down to his phone to see a picture of him and his mom sharing an ice cream. I laughed. "I'd ask your mom to buy you your own ice cream."

He snatched the phone and studied the screen. He blushed about four shades of red and then clicked a few more buttons. "This."

I turned the phone to get rid of the glare and saw that Jack's Facebook (I don't own FaceBook) pagewas up.

"What?" I looked back up to Jerry. "Should I not wear a bikini while I'm pregnant?" I smiled and he didn't even flinch at the mention of my pregnancy. He rolled his eyes instead.

"Not that," He pointed to my picture of me at the beach. He then pointed up to something else. "That."

I stared at Jack's relationship status and cursed. "I told him not to change it."

"You know about this?" Jerry asked. "You know your relationship went from "'In a relationship', to 'It's complicated'?"

I sighed and pushed the phone down. I sat on my doorstep and Jerry sat next to me. "What's up?"

"Just hard, you know?" I said. "Well, you don't know. You can't know how this feels. You just can't."

Jerry tried to meet my eyes. "What. Happened?"

I looked up to him and wiped a stray tear out of my eye. "I don't exactly know. I guess, Jack just feels stressed to being a father. I'm going to be the baby's mother, but he feels like I just 'pushed this' on him."

"Did he say that?" I rubbed my stomach subconsciously.

"No," I looked back to Jerry. "But I know Jack enough to know that that is what he feels."

We were silent for a second. "You should probably forgive him."

I didn't meet his gaze and nodded. "I know I should, but should he not too?"

"He is." I looked at Jerry to him smile at me. It was small, but a smile. That wasn't Jerry.

I lifted my gaze to my roof right above our heads. On it sat a 14 year old boy with brown hair.

"Jack," I stood up. "Get down before you fall and break your neck."

"Yes, mother," He started to walk over to the side where the roof was closest to the ground and did a front flip off of it.

"I am not your mother," I crossed my arms as he walked over to meet me. Jerry stood up behind me and did the smart thing: staying silent.

"You might as well be," He smiled as he stopped in front of me. "You nag me like one." We stood in silence for a few minutes. I stared at him and he stared at me. I did the most surprising thing I could. I ran into his arms and cred into his shoulder, happy to be back together.

"Yes," Jerry whispered and held up Jack's phone, no idea how he got it, and more than likely opened Jack's Facebook. "In a relationship."