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something from me, b ut I’m not going to nag him. He’ll have to want to tell me himself.
    As we walk silently, hand in hand, I attempt to lighten the mood. “Hey, do we have a few minutes to stop at a gift shop?”
    He looks amused and asks, “What for?”
    “I want to pick up a postcard. I’d like to have a postcard from each tour stop.”
    He smiles warmly and shakes his head.
    “What? Corny?”
    “No. Baby, you can have ten postcards. Come.” As he drags me towards the gift shop, I’m still left to wonder what’s running through his head.
     
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    Our show in Portland was a repeat of New York City. The crowd loved us and unlike when in New York, where our adrenaline high was killed by the Jessa debacle, last night we were able to enjoy the effects of the awesome reception we received.
    We were all wired because of it and decided to unwind by drinking and playing poker on the bus. They tried to talk me into strip poker, promising me Hunter was wearing underwear, but Jack told them to take a hike. We had such a fun time. I actually told them I love when they are all nice to each other. I spoke too soon. Not ten minutes later, they started throwing cards with accusations of cheating, and I threatened I would ground each one of them. They all fled to their bunks pissed off and grumpy.
    Jack and I then retreated to our room. I was tired and wanted to fall into a sleep-coma. My plan was thwarted when Jack started sucking on my neck. He can exist on very little sleep. It doesn’t matter how drowsy I am, he is a professional at keeping me awake. If I weren’t so addicted to him, or if I didn’t completely love the mind-blowing sex, I’d tell him to piss off.
    Needless to say , I was exhausted by the time we arrived in Buffalo the next day. We headed out as a group to have lunch. Of course, Jack and I kept it purely platonic out in public, which was hard as hell. Afterwards, he told the guys we had plans. He’s fixated on the fact we’ve never had a real date yet and surprised me with a matinee. It was so sweet how he bought my ticket, popcorn, and soda. He chose the movie based on popularity, and we sat in the back row sharing the theater with six other people.
    Jack pounce d the minute the lights went out and we made out like teenagers. He took it to third base while muffling my moans with his kisses. It was a really good date. Just don’t ask me the name of the movie or what it was about, because after our tryst I slept through the rest of it.
    On our way back to the bus , Jack informed me that Jessa texted him while I was passed out. Apparently she will be taking a paternity test soon.
    His news killed my good mood, causing me to clam up. He accused me of hiding how I truly felt, and I was. I couldn’t confess that the news of her pregnancy is a shadow that constantly follows me. My brain knows it’s there, but most of the time I forget. Then suddenly, when things are shiny and bright, it appears again to remind me…a film of doom coating everything. So of course, I kept it all in. I didn’t want to upset him.
    When we got back to the bus we had about an hour before rehearsals began. I excused myself, asking Jack for some time alone. His frown almost deterred me, but I was dying of curiosity. I needed to do some research on paternity testing. A few Google searches educated me. Most of the time the tests are performed once the baby is born. It is possible to have it performed in utero, but it’s an invasive procedure and risky to the fetus. It can only be done during the second trimester, and the results could take a few weeks.
    Would Jessa risk anything happening to her baby? I don’t know her at all, but from what little Jack has told me , she doesn’t sound like the mothering type. She may very well take the risk just to prove Jack is the father.
    Aside from that , DNA is also needed from the father to perform the test. Does Jessa have Jack’s DNA? I guess a hair sample or a toothbrush