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    Excerpt A
     
    Tonya stared down at the white plastic stick in her hand in disbelief. Joy and terror clashed inside her, and it was all she could do not to throw up everything she’d managed to force down for breakfast. How on earth had she finally managed to get pregnant? Doctors all over the state had told her it would be impossible without medical intervention.
    The little window with the ‘yes’ inside it disputed that supposed ‘fact’.
    Oh, sweet Lord in Heaven.
    Knees giving way, she slid down the bathroom wall to her bottom, and forced deep breaths into her lungs. Fear rocked through her. Now that she knew she was pregnant, all the little signs made sense. The nausea, the tenderness in her breasts. All supposedly natural, right?
    But what if she couldn’t keep the baby? If she had problems conceiving, wouldn’t it follow that she may have problems carrying it to term as well?
    Her thoughts turned to Harrison. The eighteen year old she’d ‘awakened’. They hadn’t used birth-control because she was unable to conceive. He’d been a virgin, and hadn’t had a chance to catch anything communicable, so it had seemed like a waste of time to use condoms.
    Would she have done things differently if she could go back? She rested a hand on her belly, and thought of all the dreams crushed by doctors. Hell, no.
    Harrison would need to be told. Eventually. As scenarios flipped through her mind, she settled on one definite fact. She would not tell him right now. The three year stipulation stood. Eighteen was too young to be told you were going to be a father. If he decided to come back in three years time, she would decide then, but for right now, she would bask in the joy of being a mother for the first, and probably only, time in her life.
    Excerpt B
     
    Harrison jogged across the quad, back-pack dragging against his shoulders. He glanced at his watch to check the time, and noticed the tiny dial on the right. April 1 st . He slowed to a walk, then stopped, uncaring that he was blocking foot traffic. In seventeen days, he would be twenty-one.
    An image of Tonya flashed in his mind, standing at the door in that white silk robe. Three years, she said, and he could come back. It had almost been three years.
    He dropped to a bench on the sidewalk, and swung his back-pack to his feet. Would she even remember him if he showed up on her door? Would she still be there? She’d wanted to travel. There was a significant chance she wouldn’t even be living in that old house with the walk-up porch.
    “Excuse me. You’re sitting on my paper.”
    Harrison jerked when he realized the voice was talking to him, and stood up abruptly. “I’m sorry.”
    His words died in his throat as he turned to the speaker. She wasn’t anybody he’d ever seen before, because he’d have remembered her just for the color vivid of her hair, golden brown. Dark whiskey-colored eyes were squinted with humor, and her smile widened as he just stood there staring at her. Snap out of it Walker!
    “Sorry. Had something on my mind and didn’t watch where I was…sitting.”
    The girl shrugged. “You didn’t hurt anything. Not even a crease.” She held the paper up to show him, then motioned with it to the bench. “You can sit back down. Looked like you were thinking about something pretty heavy.”
    Harrison nodded, and sat back beside her. The girl was cute, dressed in a casual pink top and a pair of blue jeans. She had an open British Lit book on her lap, and he snatched at the conversation piece.
    “Do you have McPherson or Little?” he asked.
    She looked startled for a moment, and glanced at the book. “McPherson. Any tips I should know?”
    Harrison cleared his throat as she leaned closer to him. She smelled of vanilla and something sexy and spicy that made his dick sit up and take notice.
    “Uh, he’s