"Jenna, I don't know how you do it."  Sam cries over the phone. "What do you mean?" I whisper and sit up in bed, frowning.  Trying to figure out what is wrong now, I slip from under the covers and climb out of bed before Dean wakes up. "Brad didn't come home and Nicolette has been crying all night.  You were right, I can't take care of her myself.  If he doesn't come home soon, I will have to pay someone to help me.  Or maybe you can?"   I absolutely hate it when she whines.  She sounds like a little kid who is throwing a temper tantrum.  Not to mention, I already have a headache from her constant pestering.   "Sam, I am no good with kids.  I remember my grandma had me watch one of the great grandkids when I was seventeen and that didn't turn out very well.  Of course, I think if it was my own child it would be different.  At least I hope so." "But you have to help me. 

"You knew that she was doing drugs?"  I spit and stare at Brad vehemently as I ask. He nods and looks apologetically before I ask another question.  "How could you?" Walking around the room before answering me, he hesitantly says, "Because I have never stopped you from doing anything you wanted to, have I?  I gave you anything you ever asked for."   Thinking about that one, I realize that I can't say anything.  He really did give me anything that I asked him for.  There was never a question of it, till I asked him for a divorce and that's the only time he fought tooth and nail over anything I wanted. Glancing over to Sam, I notice that she is awfully quiet and then I figure out why.  Looking extremely guilty, she holds something in her hand.  I stand up and ask, "Can I see what you have?" She looks at me and quickly puts it away.  "What?" "Don't play stupid with me.  You know very

"Can you move over a bit?  I can't see it just yet."  "How?"  I ask as the doctor as she stares at me waiting. She points towards the wall, so I scooch my butt a few inches that direction.  "That's it!  Do you want to know the sex?" I hesitate, because looking over at Dean I wait to see what he says.  It has been 3 months since I took the pregnancy test and between the fashion design business and the whole mess with Sam and Brad, the time has flown by.  Now we are in the doctor's office and getting my first ultrasound of the baby.  So when Dean nods, I feel ecstatic. "Yes.  We do."  I practically yell because I'm so excited. Having my first baby is such a learning experience for me.  When month two hit, I started having morning sickness and never thought that it would go away.  I just figured that it would last the whole pregnancy and wondered how women for thousands of years went thr

"I just can't believe you." I scream at Dean as I enter the room. The last couple of days have been hectic because we have been trying to redecorate the babies room and now we are at my first fashion show.  Being four months pregnant, I am really starting to show, so Dean is insisting that we get married soon.  Talk about an interesting time.   To top it all off, now I find Dean sitting in the backroom with a woman on his lap.  Her hands are all over him and he doesn't seem to be trying to stop her very hard.  So much for a wedding.   The scary thing is, I actually thought he loved me and he was the one.  Afterall, I am carrying his baby and everything.  I thought we belonged together, but I guess it turns out that he is just another Brad and now I have to leave it all behind again. Crying, I dash out of the room as fast as a pregnant woman can and run straight into a very tall man in his sixties, with

The minute they leave, I feel really bad about it.  Knowing that it will be the last time we see them for at least a while till everything cools down, I turn to Dean so I can say my piece.  Instead of talking, he picks me up and kisses me.  While his lips devour mine, he carries me to the bedroom to finish what we had started earlier before all the drama.  After he throws me down on the bed and takes my clothes off, we make love several times until we fall asleep in each other's arms.  Waking up in the middle of the night, I feel Maureen move for the first time.  It's a sort of warm feeling and then a quick little flutter, like a butterfly inside of me.  Then the kicking starts and I start to get nauseous and a bit dizzy. Running to the bathroom, she starts to kick furiously and I actually see my stomach move.  I don't pay attention to where I am going, so I end up slipping on the bathroom rug and falling face first onto t