Hello Readers! Sorry about the wait, again. I hope you are still hanging in there with me. Enjoy this chapter! I haven't edited too hard, just a quick edit, so I apologize for any typos/errors.

"Do they have to have all of these posters hanging around with diagrams and pictures? It's sort of creeping me out."

Charlotte turned to the blonde boy sitting beside of her in the waiting room of the OB/GYN office. They were here for another appointment. One that was supposed to also be able to tell them if they were having a boy or a girl. Charlotte was now about 20 weeks pregnant. Originally they weren't sure whether or not they wanted to know about the sex of the baby, but ultimately decided that they didn't really want any more surprises regarding this pregnancy. So here they were, ready to find out.

"They creep you out?" She put down the magazine she was leafing through.

"Not exactly creep me out, but they do raise my anxiety quite a bit."

"Because in a few months, you will have to see the real stuff?"

"Pretty much."

"You know, Henry. If it makes you uncomfortable, you don't really have to be in there if you don't want. I would rather you not pass out on me while im in labor."

Henry rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to pass out. Don't worry. I'm going to be in there with you. However, I may need to stand up near your head."

"That's perfectly fine by me. I really don't want anyone but the doctor down there anyways."

Henry shivered. "I made the mistake the other day of watching this video. Birth is supposed to be this magical thing, and of course it is in most ways, but a lot of it is just kind of…eww."

Charlotte agreed. "You're not wrong there. I'm glad I can't really see much of it from my end."

"It's a lot more fun to make the baby, than to birth the baby."

"That's what I've heard." She giggled.

Their conversation was interrupted by a nurse poking her head into the waiting room. "Ms. Bolton. We're ready for you."

The nurse led them back into Room #3 and Charlotte hopped up onto the lounger while Henry took a seat next to her in the chair. He looked around. More posters stared back at him from the wall. What was up with all of the posters? No one stood next to them taking notes. Everyone got their information nowadays from the internet or those popular baby books. And anything they really needed to know about birth they asked the doctor. These posters were really just there to taunt him he decided.

"Okay Ms. Bolton, if you will raise your shirt. I'm going to start with the examination. We're wanting to find out the sex of the baby today right?" The nurse squeezed the cold jelly onto Charlotte's extended stomach.

"Yes, ma'am. If we can."

"You're over 20 weeks now. We will be able to find out as long as the baby is cooperative today."

After a 20 minute appointment, and the doctor coming by to make sure the baby was healthy and growing at an appropriate rate, Charlotte and Henry left the ultrasound. Getting into the car, Charlotte sighed.

"I really wish we could have found out today." Charlotte said as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Well this baby is already being a trouble maker so I can't wait for the terrible twos." Henry turned the key in the ignition and turned up the a/c in the car. It was summertime and hot anyways, but Charlotte seemed to always be hotter because of the pregnancy.

"Well at least in a few weeks, we can go back and try again."

"Yeah. We've waited this long, what's another few weeks?" Henry suggested.

"You're right. It's not a huge deal." Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. "I just thought that maybe after we found out, I could tell my parents about it. Right now, it's probably easier for them to distance themselves because it doesn't seem real to them. If they knew that I was going to have a girl or a boy, it makes it more real. Maybe after they find out, they will come around."

Henry looked at Charlotte from the driver's seat. She slumped against the window and stared out of it. The look on her face was one of hope, but also one of sadness. He knew that it tore her up to know that her parents weren't being supportive of their decision. This was their grandchild, and they currently had no plans of being in this baby's life. Of course, everyone else in their life was supportive, but it didn't make up for Charlotte having the people who raised her there to see her raise her own child. He hoped that after a little more time, both of her parents would realize the mistake they were making.

"Yeah. Maybe."

A few weeks later, Henry sat in the man cave with Jasper playing cards. Schwoz and Ray were in the back room, working on some new gadget Henry was supposed to try out later. Charlotte was out with one of her close girlfriends from college. They were shopping of course like girls do, and Henry didn't want to spend the afternoon in his apartment alone. So he swung by the shop and Ray had asked him to stay to test the gadget.

"When is that thing going to be done? Henry asked his friend. "I've been here for hours already and nothing yet."

Jasper nodded his head. "Well if I had to guess, Ray tested it out first and there was a malfunction so they are tweaking things. You know Ray likes to test things first in case of a problem. It pays to be indestructible."

"Yeah, I suppose so. But I shouldn't stay too much longer. Charlotte will be back soon from her shopping trip with Amanda."

Jasper looked up from the cards to his friend. "Did she forget her key or something?"

Henry looked up to see his friend giving him a confused look. "No. At least she didn't tell me she did. Why?"

"Well, then why do you need to be home when she gets back? She can be by herself."

"I know. I just like to be around, in case she needs something." Henry placed another card on the table, making it Jasper's turn.

Jasper placed his card in turn. "Mmhmm."

Henry went to pick up another card. He and Jasper had been friends for years, and he knew his mmhmm meant something more than just mmhmm. "mmhmm what?"

"Nothing. Just a mmhmm."

"Jasper, just say whatever it is you want to say."

Jasper laid down his card and looked to Henry. "Alright. It's just that I find it interesting that you are always wanting to be where Charlotte is. And you can say all you want that you are just an overprotective best friend/baby daddy and Charlotte is carrying your child and you want to make sure they have everything they need, but I think it's more than that."

"What do you mean? I've always been protective of Charlotte. Nothing has changed except for now I'm protective of both her and our child."

"Henry I'm protective of Charlotte too. You know that. But I think it's different for you."

"Okay, how so?" Henry set down all of his cards, folded his arms across his chest, and looked straight into the eyes of his best friend.

Jasper followed suit and laid his cards on the table. "I think you love Charlotte."

"Of course I love Charlotte. You also love Charlotte."

"Okay, I'll rephrase. I think you are in love with Charlotte."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Why would you think that I'm in love with Charlotte?" Henry asked.

Jasper sighed. "You guys have always been closer with each other than with me."

"That's not true!" Henry interrupted.

"It is! And I've never been upset about it, it's just the way it is. You guys both care about me, I know that. But you and Charlotte have always had a different bond, and I've known that. That's why I've never been jealous of it. Before when we were kids, I didn't really know how to describe it. But as we've grown up, I've come to realize that you both seem to really love each other more than best friends love each other. I see the looks that you both give each other, and I've heard you guys talk about each other in certain ways. I feel like it was only a matter of time."

Shit.

Usually Jasper wasn't this logical, or perceptive. Of course, now he chooses to be. Henry had always known there was something special between him and Charlotte. But he hadn't known exactly what it was. Just like Jasper, as a kid he didn't know how to describe it. As he got older, he still didn't know how to describe it. He had come to realize that maybe he did like Charlotte as more than just a friend. But she had always been unattainable, out of bounds. Like a sister, he would say. But she wasn't a sister, and she wasn't technically out of bounds, but she often felt like it.

It was no use lying to Jasper, and in all honesty he would love to have someone to talk to.

"You know what Buddy. You're right. I've always felt something for Charlotte, and until recently I didn't really know what it was. I still don't exactly know what it is. I feel like I'm in love with her, but how do you really know what being in love feels like? I just know that I always want to be with her. I know that I want to look out for her and protect her. I know that I can't imagine my life without her. If I picture the future I don't like picturing her with anyone else. I don't like picturing myself with anyone else."

Jasper saw his friends shoulders sag. "Well, I would say that's what being in love feels like."

"I tried to date other girls, see if I could feel like that with someone else. But I don't." Henry ran his hands through his hair. "God, why on earth did this happen to me? I'm not supposed to be in love with Charlotte. She's my best friend, it feels almost wrong."

"It's not wrong, Henry."

Henry sighed. "It doesn't matter. Charlotte might not even feel the same way."

"What if she did?"

"I'm not going to spring this on her. I've already messed up her life enough. Come on Jasper, I freaking got her pregnant. She's about to be a mom before she's ready. Her parents aren't speaking to her because of me. So I should just go up to her and be like, "hey Char, I think I'm in love with you. What do you think about that?"

"Maybe say it with a little more tact, but yeah, I don't think it's the worst idea."

"Jasper. I can't do that."

"Well will you ever do it? Henry, she deserves to know. She returns the feelings, trust me. I told you that I've watched you guys for years."

It took a few seconds for Henry to respond to his friend. Jasper felt bad seeing Henry's eyes look so hesitant. "What if you're wrong?"

Jasper scooted around the bench to sit right next to his friend. He knew Henry was going through a tough time and didn't want to make these times tougher by complicating the already complicated relationship between him and Charlotte, but Jasper wanted his friends to be happy more than anything. He knew in his heart of hearts, that he was right. He placed his hand on Henry's shoulder and looked straight into his frightened eyes.

"I'm not."

A few nights later Henry was at home reading a book on the couch. He had spent the last couple of days thinking about his conversation with Jasper in the man cave. He wasn't going to tell Charlotte about his feelings, at least right now. They both had a lot on their plates and if they truly were meant to be, they could be together later on in life. It wasn't urgent. He wanted it to be, but he knew it truly wasn't.

He looked at the clock, noticing it was past 5pm. He thought about getting up and making himself and Charlotte some dinner, but she wasn't home. She had gone out a while ago, Henry not knowing where, and she didn't tell him when she would be back. He wasn't necessarily worried, he knew she could handle herself, but he couldn't help but wonder where she had wandered off too.

After 10 more minutes of reading, he heard the front door open. Looking up from his book, he saw Charlotte taking off her shoes.

"Hey, what have you been up to?" He asked her.

Charlotte went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. It was pretty warm outside and she was starting to sweat. "I went out for a walk."

"You've been gone for awhile."

"Yeah, it was a long walk."

"I would have gone with you, you know?"

Charlotte took a long drink from the bottle. She nodded her head. "Yeah, I know. I kind of just wanted to be by myself for a while."

Henry put his book down on the table in front of him. "Oh. Okay." Trying not to be butt hurt about the small jab she sent him with that comment, he stood from the couch. "You want something to eat? I was going to make dinner."

"Sure. I'm going to grab a quick shower. See you in a few."

Henry watched her walk into her room and close the door. He sighed in slight frustration. Did Charlotte think he was being overbearing? He knew that he was always home when she was, not liking to leave her too long by herself. Henry knew that he wanted to be around her just because he liked her, but it was probably heightened by the fact that he worried about something going wrong while she was pregnant. He would have to talk to her about it.

After 15 minutes, Charlotte emerged from her bedroom in new clothes after her shower. Henry was just finishing up dinner and taking the dishes to the table. "What do you want to drink?" He asked her.

"I'll grab something. Don't worry about it." She walked to the fridge and grabbed some lemonade.

Henry sat down in his usual spot at the table and started placing some parmesan cheese onto his pasta. When Charlotte grabbed a plate of spaghetti and took it to the table, he noticed she didn't sit in her regular seat right next to him. She took the next seat over, leaving a seat between them. Henry couldn't help but notice that she had been distancing herself from him. And Henry couldn't help but be a bit hurt by it. Had she been upset with him?

He took a few bites of his food as she had done to hers. They never had a quiet dinner. They always talked the whole way through. Something was up.

"So have I done something? Something wrong?" Henry asked.

"Huh?" Charlotte looked up at him.

"I feel like I've done something wrong."

"What do you mean?"

He put his fork down on his plate. "Look I know I've been kind of overprotective and overbearing since we found out you were pregnant, and I apologize if it has made you uncomfortable."

"What are you talking about?"

"Charlotte, you've been distancing yourself from me. Recently, I've noticed you've been spending more time without me, preferring to be alone. We used to be together all of the time. I don't mean to crowd you. I'm sorry. I know that you need space sometimes."

"Oh, no. You haven't been too overbearing. That's not why I've been doing things on my own. Really, don't apologize." She resumed eating.

He also picked up his fork to resume eating his spaghetti, but really only managed to stir it around on his plate. "So, if it's not me being too smothering, what IS going on?"

"What?"

"Char, I feel like somethings up here." He put down his fork again and turned towards her. "You go places alone or with other people, when we used to always do things together. When you come home, we don't hang out as much. You spend more time alone in your room. I miss spending time together and I just want to know that things are okay."

She had stopped eating her food and put down her own utensil. Taking a drink of her lemonade she tried not to meet his eyes. She knew she couldn't hide from him forever, but had hoped that he wouldn't have picked on her elusiveness. But he's Henry and she's Charlotte and they've been in tune with each other since forever, so she shouldn't be surprised that he knew something was up.

"Things are okay. I promise."

"Can you be honest with me, Charlotte and tell me what's up."

"It's really nothing. I'm handling it."

He pressed. "So there is something." He moved to the chair closer to her and saw her turn away from him a bit. "Do you feel something wrong with the baby?"

"No. The baby is fine."

"Okay, then are you feeling okay?"

She nodded. "I'm okay, Henry."

He reached out to put his hand on her thigh. "Charlotte, just talk to me."

She moved away from his touch. "Can you please go back over there?" She pointed to his previous seat.

"Um, okay. Why?" He asked with a confused look on his face.

"You're just too close, please?"

He tried to read her face. "Are you afraid of me or something?"

"No! I'm not afraid of you!" She stood up from her seat and picked up her plate. She walked away to the kitchen and Henry watched as she stood hovering over the sink after she put her plate in.

He stood up and followed her into the kitchen and waited for her to turn around. When she did just that, he saw the expression on her face. He had seen it before, a few times, but not recently. He had only really seen it during that week of spring break where this big adventure of theirs began. She was turned on.

"Henry." Charlotte started to speak but ended up bringing her hands to her eyes to rub them. "Fine, I'll be honest here. This is sort of embarrassing to tell you, but if you must know…the reason I have been distancing myself from you is because recently all I've wanted to do is jump your bones whenever we are too close."

Henry opened his mouth to speak but realized that he didn't know what to say to that exactly. "Um…okay."

At his response, Charlotte covered her eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound like a whore or anything. I'm just at that stage where my hormones are all over the place, and you being close to me is making me go haywire, so I've been trying to keep my distance. I apologize for freaking you out."

She tried to walk past him and escape but he grabbed her arm to stop her. "Come on, you haven't freaked me out. I've read the books remember, I know about this stage."

"But I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so I've just been trying to keep my distance. It will pass I promise. I just have to get through it."

Henry released her arm and she walked to the couch. She sat down and started flipping through the channels, not looking in his direction.

Henry watched her from the kitchen. She looked frustrated, and now he knew why. He almost chuckled at her problem, it was in fact sort of funny. But he knew that he wouldn't like it very much if he was constantly horny. He knew it probably wasn't such a good idea what he was about to propose, but he felt like he had to help her. He walked to the couch and sat down next to her.

"Henry. After what I just told you, you decided to sit right next to me on this couch? Do you think you could maybe sit on the chair over there on the opposite side of the room?"

He smirked at her. "Let me help you."

"Excuse me?"

"Let me help you. You're obviously uncomfortable, and you know I would pretty much do anything to make you feel better."

"I can't ask you to do this Henry."

"You aren't asking, I'm offering. As long as you're okay with it!"

She contemplated this for a short moment. Sex with Henry? Again? They said they were only going to do it that one week during spring break. Now they were going to do it again? But she was desperate. Her body was on fire and flying solo just wasn't really cutting it anymore. At least this way, it was with someone she knew and could trust, and she was safe on the pregnancy front…sort of. "We've already done it before, and at least this time I can't get pregnant…" She looked up at him. "You're cool with this?"

He nodded in agreement. "I'm cool with this. I'm yours for as long as you need me."

"Well, I'm not sure how long that will be." She sat up on her knees to face him. "But I've got about a week's worth of sexual frustration built up already so we've got some work to do!"

Well there we have it. Another chapter. Good news is that I already have a lot of scenes written, so the next chapter should come together a lot quicker. Thanks for reading!