Letters from Jessie to:

Phil

Ren

Freckles,

Looks like we need to work on the communication with words part. I am truly sorry about the arguing we did, and my part in it, I didn’t mean to hurt you. But seeing as you have yet to lie to me, I am going to blindly believe every word you have said to me thus far, because I just rock that way. Well that, and I don’t want to spend my life second guessing you. Pointless and dumb really, I am too old for that.

That aside, I am going to spend the lock down getting all fat, which I am sure you are glad you are going to miss, and kicking some ass around the loft when the need comes upon me. Well that and cleaning. Leave for a couple of months and this place has become a pit! (Can you imagine the face I am making? I kind of hope so.)

I promise to make good on those coupons when I get back out, whenever that will be. Hell I might double some of the more fun ones! I am going to miss you like mad, and really am upset that this had to happen now that I am finally back home and realizing just how much you really do mean to me.

Try and be good, I’ll understand if you can’t though. (Bar fights to relieve a lot of stress… when you win!)

With more love then can ever be put on paper,

Jessie (you know, that fluff head)

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*Jessie looked at the letter with a sad smile, she’d tried to keep it light and easy sounding, and with any luck, he wouldn’t realize she’d cried writing the whole thing. She frowned at the bump in her stomach for the first time ever. “Kid, seriously, we are going to have one rough ride if you are going to fight me from the get go.” She shook her head, smiling though, before she started chewing the side of her lip. Jess looked at the ceiling and hoped to the powers that be that this would work out. She wasn’t really sure she was ready for this… With a sigh, she started to write the other letter that she had to.*

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Ren,

By now, you hopefully know what it was that I was calling about the other night. If not, well…

I got drunk one night, spent it with Colton. I didn’t mean it to happen, sort of just did. I know you two are seeing each other, and trust me this was not a play for your man. The next morning, I really regretted my actions…. well when I remembered them. Normally this is one of those groan-y eye roll-y apologetic moments, but the problem is, somewhere in that night and the ones I spent with Phil, I got pregnant. Let me just say:

1. I don’t want Colton. The end. Really, glad it works for you, but I don’t want anything from him. We were sort of friends until recently.

2. I am hoping that it’s Phil’s with all I have. And hoping one day he’ll forgive me for this, but that’s not here or there.

3. I am sooo sorry! I really should know better.

4. This is more then likely my only chance to have a baby, so I am keeping it no matter what. I have wanted a family, or at least a baby for years now, though it’s scary, I am very excited that it’s happening. A new adventure.

No matter what, I have my brother, so I am not afraid if the very worst case scenerio happens. (And come on, it won’t…) but hopefully I’ll have my friends too, and I count you among my closest. I hope that we will still be when all of this is over.
Jess

*Looking it over, she nodded, not crying, just very dissapinted in herself. She went back to phil’s letter and added some hugs in there. Oh yeah, this was going to suck.*