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Charlie was frozen in place, the swelling size of Jenny's stomach catching her off guard. Her Jenny, her girl, was actually carrying a child inside of her. It was real. She gaped at her like a fish, noting how even though Jenny was smiling, it didn't reach her eyes. There was something missing behind that cheery exterior. She hardly realized that Jenny seemed to be done with their exchange until she was staring at the girl's back. It took Charlie a few seconds, but she dropped her broomstick to the ground next to her bag and ran after the older girl.

"Jen, wait," she said a little too loudly. She grabbed the other girl's wrist to stop her from walking away and pulled her to her. She hoped Jenny didn't mind that she was soaking in sweat, or that she was probably smelly and hot, but she couldn't bare to let Jenny walk away a second time. Despite all the rumors, all the betrayal, Charlie loved Jenny. She couldn't live without her, she was only a ghost of what she used to be. Charlie hugged Jenny as tight as she could burying her face in the crook of the shorter girl's neck.

"I'm sorry, Jen, I'm so sorry," she mumbled, panicking. Was this even the right thing to do? What if Jenny didn't need her? She had never just been with Charlie when they were together, and the younger girl was afraid that maybe she had found that she didn't want her anymore. She hoped to god that Jenny wasn't going to push her away. "Please, I just...I miss you."