Kay reached across her bed, pulling the cord on her lamp. The room was filled with light as she rubbed her eyes, getting use to the brightness. Blinking a few times, her eyes finally adjusted to the light. She picked up the small clock on the nightstand and struggled to read the time.

"Three AM.," she sighed, replacing the clock on the table and resting her head against a propped-up pillow. She placed a hand on her stomach, feeling the kicking of the young life inside of her. "It's okay, baby," she said soothingly, "Go back to sleep so mommy can get some rest."

The past few months had been hard for Kay. Her parents, Grace and Sam, hadn't been to thrilled with the fact she had come home pregnant at seventeen years old. And there was no denying who the father was, since she had only been with one man in her entire life.

Charity was not thrilled with the facts, either. How could Miguel betray her trust? How could he make love to Kay, and not his girlfriend? She had loved him so much, and in fact still did. Miguel had seemed ashamed that he had gotten his best friend pregnant, but he was an honorable boy and promised to remain faithful to the young girl who was about to have his child.

Kay had gotten just what she wanted. Miguel would be by her side forever, bound to her with a common bond of love for the baby they had created together. "Charity will stick around for a while," Kay murmured to herself, turning the light off, "But she'll leave once she sees Miguel holding our child. His love for the baby and myself will have her scampering back to where she came from."

Falling back to sleep, Kay felt one last small kick against her stomach and smiled.