((Deb's point of view))

You know someone that I admire and love and consider a dear friend once told me that he makes it a rule not to be negative and a girl to be positive. I think that's great. He's been through so much in his life, including the loss of his eldest child. Now that I'm pregnant I can't imagine what it would be like to lose them. I already love them and I haven't even met them yet.
Ever since I found out I was pregnant my life has changed. Yes, things are awful. Yes I'm being tried for a murder I didn't commit. It's more then that now. I have 3 unborn children counting on me. I am already head over heals in love with those babies.
How is it possible to love 3 people so much who you have never met before? All I know is their names and their genders. I don't know what they'll look like. I don't know what their personalities will be like. I know only that they are mine and Grayson's.
Whenever Grayson gets home he tells me all about the trial that day. He shares all the wins and assure me that he's got it covered. The good news? Since I'm pregnant the death sentence is off the table. What neither of us talk about is the fact that I could still get life in prison. My children could still grow up without a mother.
Grayson told me he has already planted reasonable doubt on the first day of questioning. He explained that it is easier for a defense to win. All they have to do is prove that it's doubtful that I committed this murder.

"So we won," I asked him.

"We will win," he assured me.

"But if you proved I might not have done it," I asked confused, "how come we didn't win yet?"
He explained it to me.
Before I could say anything Stacy knocked at the door. She always knew the perfect time to come in.

"Can I come in," she asked.

"Of course," I said.
I opened the door for her.

"Stacy I'm so glad you're here," Grayson said, "I have to speak with the D.A. about a few things. I'm hoping to convince her to drop all the charges."

"YAY!" Stacy said.
I sighed. I loved her enthusiasm but I knew trying was not the same as doing and hoping was not the same as having much of a chance."

"What are the odds of that," I asked.

"The point is that I will get some idea of where she's going," Grayson said, "and if I'm lucky she'll drop the charges."

Stace," I said, "Want to hang out for awhile?"
Stacy looked at Grayson.

"That cool," she asked.

"Of course," Grayson said.
He kissed me goodbye. Stacy is an amazing friend.

"Want to make ice cream," Stacy asked.

"YUM," I said.
We made bubble gum ice cream. We ordered pizza. We watched a few movies. It was so much fun.

"I wish I could take the fall for you again," Stacy said.
I looked at her confused.

"Huh?"

"Like I did when you broke into Deidra Long's house," Stacy said, "I knew you would have gotten in trouble so I was happy to take the blame."
I ran my hands through my long blonde hair. Grayson and I both have the habit of doing that when we're overwhelmed or grateful.

"Stace you are an amazing friend. You're more then a friend. You're like my sister. I love you," I told her.

"I love you too," she said.
Grayson came home.

"Any luck," I asked.

"I discovered another person with motive," he said, "But not to kill. Instead this person has motive to put the case to bed."

"Oh," Stacy said, "Is the case tired?"