A/N: Okay, so I couldn't just leave you hanging like that! Here's another chapter… please review

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Jackie rushed down the stairs to find Kitty sitting on the couch and Red seated in his chair, both of them staring at her. Bob appeared to have left, probably to comfort his daughter, and Fez had gone into the basement with Hyde.

"You know, you really shouldn't be running up and down those stairs like that," Kitty commented nervously. She watched the young girl's face crumple up in unhappiness. "Oh, honey, come sit." She patted the couch next to her. "Talk to me."

Jackie nodded and walked over to the couch, sitting next to Kitty as she continued to cry.

"Did the dumbass do something?" Red asked, sounding concerned. "What did he do?"

Jackie tried as hard as she could to respond, but only sobs were escaping her. Kitty gave her a sympathetic look and patted her lightly on the shoulder.

"It's okay," Kitty said softly. "Now, is this about Donna?"

"It was," Jackie managed to get out before sobbing again.

"Did you tell her?" Kitty inquired, assuming so due to the fact that she had heard Donna yelling in the kitchen a half hour earlier.

Jackie shook her head vehemently. "She saw us."

"And… she was upset," Kitty deduced, and Jackie nodded. "Now, what about Eric?"

Jackie took a moment to compose herself until she was finally able to speak. "I got… upset about Donna. I said some things I didn't mean and he—" A loud sob escaped her. "—now he won't forgive me."

Red stood up, looking angry. "Alright, that's it. I'm gonna go knock some sense into him."

"No, Mr. Forman," Jackie insisted, standing up to stop him. "Please… just… let him be alone for now."

"No son of mine is going to abandon his pregnant girlfriend," Red said firmly and then added: "Even if it's not his."

Jackie shook her head, eyes full of tears. "I think he just needs some time." She sat back down on the couch.

"Well, did he break up with you?" Kitty asked, genuinely curious. She was really beginning to think that the two could last forever.

"I don't know," Jackie admitted, wiping her eyes. "I really upset him, Mrs. Forman." She began to sob again.

"There, there," Kitty comforted, lightly patting the small girl on the back as she continued crying. "Now, I know my son… he's enamored with you, Jackie. He's not going to give up, sweetie. I think you're right; he just needs time."

Jackie pulled away, sniffing as she nodded. "I know." She gave a weak laugh. "God, I feel like I could use a couple glasses of wine right now."

"Oh, hush, you'll be fine," Kitty remarked, gently touching her on the shoulder. "Why don't I just whip you up a nice Shirley Temple instead?"

Jackie gave a tiny smile, never ceasing to be amazed with the matron's kindness. "Sure, Mrs. Forman… thank you."

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Eric didn't come downstairs for the rest of the night, and Jackie was feeling totally distraught about it.

Around nine o'clock, she was beginning to get pretty sleepy and decided to head upstairs. Once she reached the top of the staircase, she gave a melancholy glance towards Eric's room, and noticed that his door was actually open. She walked over and lightly tapped on the door and hearing no answer.

Standing in the doorway, she saw him lying in bed with the covers pulled over his head. She assumed by his breathing that he was fast asleep. Not being able to help herself, she entered his room and walked over to his bedside, lightly placing a hand on his sleeping form.

"I love you," she said softly, placing a kiss on the part of the blanket that was covering his head.

He began to stir, rolling over and pulling the blankets down so his face was revealed. Jackie noticed his eyes were puffy and she instantly felt awful.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she admitted, feeling a little bit ashamed.

"Come here," he mumbled, moving as far back as his twin bed would allow so that she could join him. She happily obliged, but the maneuver proved to be quite tough as her baby bump was hanging off the edge of the bed. Eric scooted even further back, shifting to his right side so that she could move in more and lay supine in the bed.

As she began to relax, happy tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, and a half-asleep Eric noticed.

"I shouldn't have gotten so upset with you," he said gently. "I know that you were just emotional." He paused. "I'm so glad you came in here."

"I was starting to think you really changed your mind about me," Jackie whispered. "You never came back down."

"Shh, no," Eric murmured. "That's not gonna happen, okay?" He rested a hand on her tummy and lightly caressed it. "I'm never leaving you… or our baby."

Jackie felt her heart melt at his words. It was the first time he had referred to her child as both of theirs. She placed her hand atop his, unsure of what to say.

"Are you tired?" Eric asked her, noting her rhythmic breathing.

"Very," Jackie admitted.

"Maybe we should go to your bed," Eric suggested. "That way we'll have more room."

Jackie smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds good to me." She cradled her stomach. "Our little guy's becoming kind of a bed hog."

A wide smile formed on Eric's face and he stood up. Jackie joined him and the two went to her room, where the bed was bigger. Once they lay down, Jackie cuddled into Eric.

"Are you sure you forgive me?" she whispered.

He couldn't help but smile a little bit at her uncertainty. She needed him, and it was nice to be needed. "Of course I do. You sure you forgive me?" he asked, only half-teasing.

"Yes." She sighed contentedly, her head on his chest. "I love you."

"And I love you," Eric told her, and patted her shoulder with the arm he had around her. "Now, go to sleep… it's been a long day."

Jackie couldn't agree more, and began to doze off in his arms.

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The next morning, a knock was heard on the door.

Eric heard it and lightly shook Jackie, who then awoke in confusion.

"Someone knocked," he whispered.

"Who is it?" Jackie responded tiredly.

"It's Kitty," the voice said, sounding nervous. "Can I come in?"

Jackie sat up in bed, running her fingers through her hair to smooth it out. "Yeah."

Kitty opened the door and noticed her son, still in bed next to Jackie. "Oh, Eric." She looked relieved. "I noticed you weren't in your room and I was just… I just…"

"You thought I ran off," Eric finished, and she nodded anxiously.

"Oh, so you two are okay, then," she commented. "Good."

Jackie smiled at her, resting her hand on Eric's leg, which was still under the covers.

"Well… alright, then," Kitty said awkwardly. She exited the room, leaving the door open.

"That was weird," Jackie admitted, lightly laughing.

"Yeah, I think that even though she was happy I was here and that we're okay, it's still weird to see me, you know… in bed with a girl." He sat up and yawned loudly.

"I'm just glad they're okay with us sharing a bed now, at least," Jackie said, shrugging.

"Well, I mean, we're gonna be parents," Eric reminded her, chuckling, and she beamed at him.

"I love when you say that," she told him.

Eric smiled at her. "Yeah, well… it's true, you know."

Jackie nodded happily. "I'm just so glad you're willing to do this with me. I mean, I thought I was going to be alone, but… I really hit the jackpot with you." She smiled sweetly at him.

"Nah, I'm the one who hit the jackpot," Eric reminded her. "It's like… a two for one deal with you." He grinned and patted her belly just as it released a thunderous grumble. He raised his eyebrows at her and she blushed profusely. "You sound like you might be a little hungry," he joked.

"Yeah, well…" Jackie pulled away from him and did her best to cross her arms over her stomach. "We ate dinner pretty early yesterday so…"

"I know," he assured her, and stood up, grabbing her hand so she would join him. "Come on, I'm sure Mom made breakfast. Let's go eat before your stomach totally deafens me." He cracked a grin and she smacked his arm, embarrassed.