Thinking quickly, Megan blurted, "Do you still love me?"
The new Tiffany was momentarily taken aback, her hand "Sweetie, of course I still love you. You've never done anything to disappoint me and I don't think you're going to start now. Being an unwed mother's not the end of the world. It wasn't when I had you." As her new mother reached over and patted her hand, Megan felt tears forming. Her hand unconsciously went to her pregnant stomach where her best friend rested.
"We're home," her Mama said. "And look who's here to greet us."
Megan looked at the house where her Mama was pulling in and saw, in the driveway, . . .