To Laia: I have never seen the glass house, so I don't know what you're talking about. If that scene is from somewhere else, then I apologize. But I did not do it intentionally and I don't appreciate you saying I would steal something from anyone. To the people who didn't criticize, thank you for the good reviews.

I lay in my bed, thinking. I know it sounds terrible, but I'm not ready for another kid. It was everything I could do to keep the two I have. But this baby...it couldn't have come at a worse time. I just had to trust in God that everything would be okay.

Manny had been so happy since she realized that she was still pregnant. Craig and her had been getting along ever since. She couldn't stop smiling. It was like, this baby was the key to her marriage being saved. It was her miracle baby.

It was nine in the morning, and Jessica hadn't been home yet. Paige was really getting worried. She picked up the phone and started to dial the number for the police station. That's when the door opened, and Jessica walked in, followed by Angel.
"Jessica, where have you been? You can't just go running off like that," Paige said sternly.
"Paige, I can do what I want. Besides, I needed some air. I stayed at Angels last night."
Paige's eyes widened.
"No...we didn't..."
"I think you should go to your room."
"Paige," Jessica protested.
"You heard me, Jessica," Paige said in a warning tone.
Jessica sighed and walked the stairs to her bedroom.
"She is fourteen years old," Paige said in disgust. "You have no right to be with her."
"With all due respect, Mrs. Steele," Angel said. "I have feelings for your daughter. I care about her a lot. I'm not going to quit seeing her because of an age difference."
"She's practically a baby, and you're almost eighteen," Paige argued. "I've tried to be cool about it, but I can't condone her behavior anymore. I'm sorry, but I think you are too old for her. She needs to find someone her own age."
"Mrs. Steele, Jessica isn't a baby anymore. Maybe she wants you to realize that," he said before turning and walking out the door.