"What?" I stuttered.

"Don't make me repeat it again," Charlotte said in a begging voice.

"What's so bad about that?" I paused to let her answer, but she didn't, "We've been talking about wanting kids forever."

Charlotte sniffed again, "What about Zach?"

"Zach seems nice."

"We just got back together. What if he leaves me, because he doesn't want a kid. I can't tell him," Charlotte said stubbornly.

"You have to. It's his kid too."


"Charlotte," I said, "If he does love you, he will stay with you and help you through this, I guarantee it."

"Maybe you should tell him."

"How am I supposed to do that? I'm not even in the same state as you," I argued, "He'll be more supportive if you tell him."

"I just can't," Charlotte muttered.

"Charlotte, trust me when I say that keeping secrets doesn't help, because in the end he's going to find out," I should stop describing my life.

Charlotte sighed, "But..."

"Just tell him," I said, "Trust me."

"Ok," Charlotte muttered, "I'll tell him tomorrow."

I sighed, "Thank you, call me after you do."

"Ok, Thanks Gabby."


I put my phone down and sighed.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

I went back over to sit by him, "Charlottes pregnant."

Deans eyes widened, "Really?"

"Yep, she was really stressing out about telling Zach, but I convinced her to do it."

Dean nodded, "You convinced her that keeping secrets is bad."

"This is different," I said as he laughed, "I promise I'll tell them the next time I see them."

"Ok," Dean smirked, "Now, back to what we were doing."

He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away, "I believe we were going to bed."

Dean made a pouty face, "Please."

I giggled, "I'm tired."

Dean groaned and laid down, "Tell Charlotte she picks bad times to call."

I laid down next to him, "If she knew why."

"She will in what did you say, four months?"

"I'm sorry," I said, "I don't want to tell them over the phone."

"That's ok, remember what I said, as long as we're happy, who cares what other people think."

"Good night," I said.

"Good night, beautiful," Dean said as I turned the light off.
CM Punk tweets: 'One of the most important questions ever: When is Gabby going to have the guts to fight me one on one?'

I tweet: 'You really think I'm scared of you?'

Punk replies: 'Yep.'

I reply: 'I'll fight you anytime, anyplace.'

Punk replies: 'This Monday?'

I reply: 'You're on.'


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