A/N: ohai! This is the sequel to Happy Birthday, which is a story I posted a little less than a year ago, and you really do need to read that in order to understand what goes on in this story, including like entire characters and stuff.

Like I always do, I have all of the story written, so there will be no going on hiatus and never finishing or anything like that. I will update on Fridays. (Today is Tuesday but whatever shhh)

This story is less than half the length of the first one. (Happy Birthday had about 54,000 words, and this has about 25,000.) It has 12 chapters (and possibly an epilogue if I ever write one.)

I sincerely hope you enjoy :)

The woman was tall, blonde, and perfect. She laughed and touched Tommy's arm, tossing her long hair. Jude rolled her eyes as she watched the woman do what looked like the whole "wow, you must work out!" thing, squeezing Tommy's bicep. God, this girl was laying it on really thick. Tommy, though, was eating it up. Of course. Jude thought. She wasn't the jealous type, but then again, Tommy wasn't exactly the faithful type.

Jude looked down at the untouched drink in her hand and her stomach turned. Oh God. She needed to talk to him. Now, before she lost her nerve. She couldn't put it off anymore. She put down the glass and walked up to the two of them. "Hey, Tommy, can we talk for a minute, please?" she said, crossing her arms and interrupting whatever the woman was saying about her modeling career.

Tommy looked down at her and frowned. "Jude, seriously? I'm talking to someone."

Jude raised her eyebrows. "I can see that." She turned to the taller woman in front of her and reached out a hand, smiling too sweetly. "Jude Harrison."

The woman shook her hand, and her smile turned into a look of uncomfortable recognition. Tommy and Jude's relationship wasn't exactly a secret– the rumors had already been circulating for months when Jude and Tommy blew them wide open by kissing on stage at a concert in New York City, and it had been over three months since then– and the woman put it together quickly enough. "Oh. You're his–"

"Girlfriend?" Jude finished. "Why, yes, yes I am. And you are...?"

"A friend." Tommy said, frowning.

"Katya" The woman smiled uncomfortably, looking embarrassed. As she should. Jude thought.

"And a model, I'm guessing?" Jude said brightly to the woman, gesturing to her long legs and high, high heels.

"Yes." Her voice had a hint of an Eastern European accent. "Mainly I do the runway, but sometimes also magazines."

"That's nice." Jude continued in a syrupy-sweet voice. She smiled at Tommy. "Tommy has had a lot of friends who are models, haven't you, Tom?"

"Don't start, Jude." He hissed at her, and then looked back at his 'friend'. "Sorry, you were saying something?"

Jude sighed. "I do need to talk to you, Tom. Please."

"Can it wait?"

Jude frowned and crossed her arms again. "Now."

"Really, Jude?" He asked, irritated.

"Now."

Tommy made a show of rolling his eyes to the model, saying "Of course, your highness. Whatever you say."

A surge of anger went through Jude at that, and she snapped "He'll see you around" and grabbed Tommy's hand, pulling him slightly, and turning and walking through the party to an exit door. She stepped outside into the alley. He followed her and stood with his arms crossed over his chest. "What the hell was that?" Tommy asked, exasperated.

"You're asking me?"

"You just pulled the–"

"That 'your highness' comment was completely–" Jude said, talking over him.

"jealous girlfriend card on me. Accusing me of–"

"out of line!"

"I did nothing wrong!"

"Out. Of. Line."

"So I can't talk to people anymore?"

"Of course you can talk to people, Tommy, I–"

He spoke over her. "Just not women then? Not models? Tell me the rules so I can keep them straight. Who am I allowed to have a conversation with?"

"wasn't saying you couldn't talk to– Okay, first of all, you were not having a conversation with her. You were flirting with her."

"Oh, here we go." Tommy said, rolling his eyes.

"That's not what this is even about, I just need to–"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Tommy, don't."

"Follow you around all night? Hold your bag?"

"Tommy, stop it!"

"Do you want me to stay by your side all night and stare into your eyes?"

"Shut up!" Jude screamed.

"If you wanted a puppy dog, you should've just married the one you were dragging around before." It was a topic they usually avoided, and he wielded it like a weapon, venom in his voice. He regretted it instantly when he saw her face, startled and angry, like he'd just slapped her. He sighed "I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, you did." She said quietly. He groaned, and she gave him a look that could have frozen hell. "I don't care if you talk to other women, Tommy. We live together, and we work together, we just got back from a tour together... I get it, that's a lot of time. Believe me, I don't want to spend every waking moment with you, either. I usually don't even care when you flirt with models, or waitresses, or flight attendants, or reporters, or random women on the street. If it really bothered me, I couldn't be with you. I get that that's what you do, and I know that it doesn't mean anything, and you should know me well enough to know that that's not me, I'm not that overly-jealous, possessive girlfriend. But I just... I needed to talk to you."

"And it couldn't have waited? It had to be right then?"

"I just didn't want to–"

"You're telling me it wasn't about who I was talking to at all?"

"I didn't say that." She snapped.

"What was so important it couldn't wait, hm?" he said, crossing his arms.

She wanted to blurt it out, to see his face when she did. She wanted to use it to hurt him, to shut him up, wipe that smug smirk off of his face. But... that wouldn't be right. This wasn't the kind of thing you used as a weapon in a fight. "You're right." She said quietly. "It's not important. I'm going home."

He sighed and uncrossed his arms. "Jude, you don't have to go."

"I wouldn't want to cramp your style."

"I didn't say that you were–"

"Save it, Tommy." She hissed. "I'll see you later."

He made a noise of exasperation. "Fine."

"Fine." She pushed back through the door ahead of him, walking quickly through the party and out to call a car. She managed to fight the tears back until she was safely back inside her apartment.

.

A little over an hour later, Jude felt Tommy come up behind her and lay down next to her in bed, putting an arm over her. She tensed for a moment.

"I'm sorry." He murmured into her hair, and she sighed and relaxed into him, her back against his chest, pulling his arm tighter around her waist.

She nodded. "Me too."

"What I said was uncalled for."

"I overreacted. I should've just waited to talk to you after we left." Her voice was tight and quiet.

"Are you crying?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbow to get a better look at her. She curled away from him. "Jude, look at me. Please?" She pulled away and sat up with her back turned, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, her head in her hands. Tommy got up and walked around the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of her, and putting a hand on her cheek, which was indeed wet with tears. He looked dismayed. "Oh, Jude."

"It's nothing." Jude muttered, wiping her eyes. "It's fine."

"I'm awful." Tommy whispered.

"You're not."

"I am a goddamn awful person."

"No, Tommy. You're really not."

"What kind of guy is such an ass that he makes his girlfriend cry like this?"

"It's not that. It's not you. It's nothing, I'm alright."

"What's wrong, then?" She shook her head. "Come on. Tell me." Tommy pleaded. "You've been acting weird all day. I just thought you were still feeling sick or something, but this is my fault, isn't it? I screwed something up."

"No." Jude insisted. "You didn't."

"Then what?"

"Okay." Jude took a deep breath. "Do you... Do you remember that night in Buenos Aires, on tour?"

Tommy snorted a laugh. "Vaguely." Then he looked confused. "Is that what this is about? What happened?"

Her words came out in a rush "I said the next morning that I wasn't sure what had happened because we were both so completely smashed, and I wasn't sure if the condom had broken, and I'd run out of pills a week before and hadn't been able to get any so I missed like five days..."

"Wait, what? Jude, what are you saying?"

"Tommy, I'm pregnant."

Tommy just stared at her, stunned. "You're what? You're... wow." He sank back onto the floor, paling. "Buenos Aires, you said? That was what? Six weeks ago?"

"Almost seven."

"Are you sure? I mean are you sure that you're really... you know."

Jude nodded. "I took three different pregnancy tests."

"Okay, okay, alright." Tommy said. "So you're pregnant. How– how do you... I mean, what do you want to do about it?"

"Tommy, it's a baby, it's not... You can't just..."

"I know, I know, that's not how I meant it. I just mean... Do you want kids, Jude? We've never talked about it before."

"I don't know." She looked panicked. "I don't know, I don't know. Do you?"

"I... guess I never really pictured myself... I've never really thought about it."

"Me neither. Maybe some day, but my career..."

"Does anyone know about this? Does Sadie know?"

Jude shook her head. "She's in China, with Darius. I didn't want to bother her. I told Emily I thought I might be, but she's the only one."

"But the media?"

"There's no way they could know. I didn't even know for sure until this morning, and Em is the one who got me the tests."

"Okay, so if it's been seven weeks we still have time."

"Time for what?"

"To... decide. Before anyone finds out."

"To decide." Jude repeated slowly.

"We'll get through this, alright?" He got up and sat next to her, hugging her to him and stroking her back. She started crying again. "Don't cry, Jude. Shhh, hey. It's okay. I love you. That's what matters."

Jude sat up and looked at him. "I'm a mess."

He kissed her softly, her tears making his face wet. "No. You're perfect." He sat there holding her until long after she'd stopped crying.

After a couple minutes, she straightened up and looked at him, her cheeks dry. She ran her fingers through the hair at his temples and said "I love you. No matter what." She looked exhausted.

Tommy kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry I'm such an idiot. Can we just sleep on it? We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay? Or whenever you're ready."

Jude nodded, and they climbed into bed, curling up together in the dark.

A/N: Woohoo first chapter yeah!

As always, please review if you have something you'd like to say, and I'll be back on Friday with the next chapter :)

(P.S. Do you like my totally and completely original plotline that no one has ever used before ever?)

(P.P.S. In all seriousness, it gets more original in the next chapter.)