Jenny, Chuck, & Chuck's family.Setting:
Baker family house, 2013.Content:
Family dinner with Chuckie's parents after their reunion.
It had been a long time since Jenny had been to the Baker house, much longer than she had ever gone before without seeing Charlie's family, and the worry about how today would go was apparent on her face. She sat in Charlie's passenger seat, staring out the window and not really saying much. One hand held Chuck's on the gearshift, and the other rested on the rapidly expanding bump of her stomach. She wasn't much of a chef, not really much of the homemaking type at all, but she was really working to change that that and she had wanted to do something special. She had made shortbread cookies for today because the internet said the recipe was easy, but it wasn't that easy. Most of the cookies that sat in the box on her lap looked rather lumpy and deformed. But they tasted the same, and Charlie said that was all that mattered. Her girlfriend kept trying to assure her that it was okay, and it wasn't like she hadn't ate dinner at the Baker's house a hundred different times before, but Jenny still felt bad about it all. It was the first time she would see Charlie's family since they had gotten back together.
She was behaving pretty well now, keeping herself busy with new mom stuff and being with Charlie was enough to keep her focused and grounded. It was mostly enough to distract her from wanting to go partying, but it didn't entirely squash the urge and it wasn't like she had always been a good girl. She had been downright rotten before, had betrayed Charlie dozens of times, but the younger blonde had still taken her back. Jenny was still adjusting to that fact, that Charlie could forgive her and still want to be with her. She knew her girlfriend kept telling her that her parents felt the same way, that they didn't think of her differently, but Jenny wasn't sure she bought it. She was always wild before, but this was different, she had really fucked up her life and now she was dragging Chuck down with her. Why would Charlie's parents want her to be with a stupid ditz of a girl that obviously couldn't keep her legs closed? That was what her own mom called her, anyway.
Jenny was half sure that dinner tonight might be a set up, that maybe Charlie's mom and dad were inviting them over to dinner to tell them they needed to break up. Jenny loved Charlie more than anyone, didn't know what to do without her, but if Chuck's parents asked her to stop dragging the younger girl down, she would. Even some of her own friends had told her that it was pretty rude of her to expect Charlie to help raise a baby that wasn't anything to her. But Jenny wanted it to be something to her, they already knew it was a girl and Charlie had taken her to pick out really cute pink sleepers and a little crib, and she didn't want to think that it was all for nothing. But if Charlie senior told her that he wanted her to leave tonight, to leave Charlie out of this mess, she knew she would. She was being selfish, even if Charlie insisted she wanted to help. They were just eighteen, what did they know yet?
Charlie's parents had been the closest thing Jenny had ever experienced to real parents who cared about her, and disappointing them, particularly Charlie's father who was one of the few positive men in her life, turned her stomach. She loved them, and Charlie always told her they loved her too. That had been before though, before they knew what she had really been like, before the break-up and before everything she had done to Charlie came to light. How could they love a girl that cheated on their daughter, and ended up pregnant? They were probably just as disgusted as her own mother was with her. She hadn't taken a break from putting Jen down during the whole pregnancy so far. If it wasn't fat jokes, it was whore jokes, and if it wasn't whore jokes then it was genuine put-downs. Jenny's mother never missed a chance to tell any of her kids what losers they were, but her twins especially.
When they were finally pulling onto the familiar Baker driveway, Jenny tensed up, squeezing Chuck's hand especially hard as her girlfriend cut the engine. She turned her head a bit to look at the younger girl from under the hair that had fallen into her face. "Do you really think they want me here?" she asked, for probably the thousandth time since Charlie told her where they were going tonight. She swallowed thickly, turning to stare out the window again, at Charlie's yard, her dad's barn littered with bikes and cars in states of mid-repair.
"Oh, your mom is gonna hate me, she probably hates me already, why wouldn't she?" she choked out after a moment, trying to get herself under control and keep from crying. She didn't want to go inside with her eyes all red and puffy, but her emotions and hormones were a whirlwind lately. "And your d-daddy, too."