Once Dwight arrived at Angela's house, he realized that something was wrong- terribly, dreadfully wrong. This was the first time in his life that he had ever seen Angela cry.

"What's wrong, kitten? Is it one of the cats?" he reached over to put his hands on her arms but she pulled away.

"Dwight, the cats are okay. But I have been doing some thinking. Maybe we should put our wedding plans on hold."

"Why? We're supposed to get married in three weeks! Is it something I've said, something I've done?"

"It's not you, Dwight. It's the baby."

"Baby? What baby?"

She stared at him icily, so immediately he knew what she was talking about. "Is this about Ryan and Kelly's baby? I didn't think you even liked them!"

"I don't...I didn't. But what happened to them, well, I can't even wrap my head around it. It was a baby, Dwight. A tiny little baby, one of God's own creations. And now she's gone, before she even had a chance."

"A chance at what?" Dwight scoffed. "What kind of life do you think it would have had with those two imbeciles for parents?"

"She. The baby was a she. A tiny, helpless little baby girl."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Dwight, you just don't understand."

"I'm afraid you're right. I don't understand. Angela, you've never been sentimental. Every day hundreds of kids die, due to war or famine or ab..."

"Don't say the "a' word, Dwight. You know how I feel about it."

He decided to soften his approach. "I'm sorry, kitten. I just don't see what Kelly's misfortune has to do with us!"

"Don't you see? It will be our special time and all everyone will be thinking is about that dead baby. I don't want that for our wedding, do you?"

"Ah. I see. You're right. Let's give it another few weeks. A month, tops. That should help everyone forget..."

"I don't want to forget," Angela sighed softly.

"What?"

"There was a little baby. Yes, her mother is an Indian and probably believes in a hundred gods, but why couldn't one of them be merciful? It just doesn't make sense."

"Nothing about religion makes sense, Angela."

"Don't tell me that!" she pushed him away. "I don't know what I believe in anymore. None of this makes any sense...why Kelly still loves that idiot Ryan, why she did what she did over him, why they had to lose their baby...I always thought that God was a forgiving God, at the end of the day anyways. But now what? What do I think of a God that takes away helpless little babies?"

For once, Dwight was speechless. "Angela, you know I'm no fan of religion. But I would never deny you the comfort it provides you. It would seem to me that this is a time of faith, a way to test your beliefs. Hang in their, kitten. You're a strong, proud woman. You can get through this. And by the way, you'll always have me."

She leaned in to him. "I'm glad I have you."

And at that moment, she realized that Dwight K. Shrute was the best part of her life.

TBC