Fifteen-year-old Heather Lewis walked up the driveway to the front door, her head full of worries. How will I tell her? she thought. What will she say? She rang the doorbell nervously.
Inside the house, Diana Hanson was watching her new baby sleep, while her three-year-old son played nearby. Just then, the doorbell rang. Who could that be? she wondered. Her husband Walker, who was out running errands, wouldn't need to ring the doorbell, so it couldn't be him. She got up and opened the door, only to see her children's babysitter, Heather.
"Hi, Heather," Diana said. "Would you like to come in?"
"Yes, thank you," replied Heather, following Diana inside.
When Heather and Diana had both sat down in the living room with the children, Diana asked, "So, what brings you here today? Walker is running the errands, so we don't really need you to babysit right now. Is something wrong?"
Heather nodded silently. "Um...Diana...I don't know how to say this. A couple of weeks ago, we were out partying, and we got a little...um...carried away, and..." She paused, not wanting to continue.
Diana's eyes were open wide. "Please, Heather, please don't tell me what I think you're about to say."
Heather nodded again. "Diana...I'm pregnant."
Diana looked shocked. "Heather, I am very disappointed in you! I thought you knew better than that! I have trusted you alone with my sons more times than I can count, and you betrayed that trust!"
Heather looked Diana straight in the eye. "I know I shouldn't have done what I did, but I can't take it back now. Besides, I know that I love my boyfriend, and he loves me too, and this is to prove that love. I will have my baby, and there's nothing you, or anyone, can do to stop me."
"Get out of my house!!" Diana exploded, leaping out of her chair. "I can't trust you anymore, and so I will not allow you to be anywhere near my children!! I won't have them influenced by someone like you!!"
Heather jumped from her seat and ran out the door, continuing to run until she got home, and promising herself she would never step near that house again.
After Heather had left, Diana went to comfort her baby, who had awakened and was crying. She picked up the baby and began to rock. "Shh...it's alright," she whispered. "Go back to sleep, Taylor." Then she turned to her three-year-old son, who was near tears himself. "It's okay, Isaac," she said to him. "She won't be back."
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