After the divorce, I had no one left to lean on. Because of the child growing inside ME, I Swallowed my Pride and did every job I could find. On THE day I went into labor, I drove myself TO THE hospital, trembling through Every Red light.

Now, in the delivery room, the doctor stared at my baby like he had seen a ghost.

“What is it?” I rasped.

He looked at me, tears trembling on his lashes.

“Who is the father?”

My blood went cold.

“Julian Vance,” I said.

The doctor’s hand tightened around the blanket.

Then the door opened.

And Julian walked in smiling.

PART 2

“Well,” Julian said, glancing at the baby, then at me, “look at that. She survived.”