Tears started sliding down Lizzie's mom's face, "Oh, Lizzie. Of course I don't hate you. I could never hate you!" They hugged and clung to each other, sobbing onto the other's shoulder.

Eventually they calmed down, and Mrs. McGuire pulled herself together, "What do you want to do about the baby? Have you talked to Gordo yet? We need to talk to your father..."

Lizzie looked at her mother in a panic, "Mom, slow down. I don't know what I want to do yet, and no I haven't talked to Gordo. Oh, Mom... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Mom!" And Lizzie collapsed into tears again.

"It's ok, honey! It's ok! I know you weren't planning on this. I can't say I'm happy this happened, but it's happened now, and we have to deal with it and we will, OK? I love you, and everything is going to be ok," Mrs. McGuire assured her daughter, and they embraced, clinging to one another. "Do you know how far along you are, Sweetie?"

"About two months... that's how many periods I've missed anyway..."

Mrs. McGuire inhaled deeply, and they sat in silence for a minute or two, "I think it's time to call your father," she said.