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After being abandoned by her boyfriend, a pregnant woman stood on a bridge in despair. Her dark thoughts were suddenly broken by a child's voice from behind her saying, I wouldn't jump there.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm cinnamon rolls usually filled "The Daily Grind" with a comforting embrace, but this morning, a prickle of unease tightened Harper's chest. It was the first time in well over a year she'd been late, and the usually bustling cafe felt eerily silent to her hurried steps.
She tugged her crisp white apron over her emerald green blouse, her fingers fumbling with the ties. A quick pat to her slightly askew ponytail, and she emerged into the cozy dining area, hoping her twenty-minute tardiness would slip unnoticed. No such luck. "Harper, a word!" The clear, resonant voice of the cafe's owner, Mrs. Albright, floated down from the winding staircase that led to her upstairs office.
"As soon as you're done with that table, please come see me." Harper moved with deliberate slowness, setting down a fragrant herbal tea and a plate of blueberry scones before her guests. With a soft sigh, she turned towards Mrs. Albright's office. Victoria Albright was a woman of firm principles, yet her fairness was undeniable. She often overlooked small missteps from her staff, but tardiness was an absolute no-go. It took an incredibly compelling reason to excuse such a lapse, and Harper, thankfully, had one.
Without a second thought, she pushed open the office door, offering a sheepish smile. "Well, overslept, did we?" Mrs. Albright queried, peering over the rim of her delicate eyeglasses. "Or perhaps missed your usual commuter train? Come on, don't just stand there; that chair isn't merely for decoration."
Harper sank reluctantly into the plush velvet chair, her trembling fingers nervously pleating the crisp linen of her apron. "Neither, actually," she murmured, gathering her courage. "It's… well, I'm pregnant."
Mrs. Albright's pen clattered onto her mahogany desk, her eyes widening in astonishment. For a moment, it seemed as though every worry line on her face had magically smoothed away. "Is that so? Truly?"
"Yes. This morning, I felt a bit queasy, even thought about calling in sick. But then I decided, why not take a test? And I still can't quite believe it."
"Why didn't you call then?" Mrs. Albright asked, a note of surprised wonder in her voice.
"I don't know," Harper confessed, shrugging her shoulders. "Perhaps I just wanted to share the joy with everyone." Mrs. Albright poured them both a soothing cup of mint tea, then perched on the edge of her desk.
"Hmm, share the joy," she mused, a faint smile touching her lips. "And what, you're going to run through the cafe shouting your news to every patron?"
"Oh, why 'everyone'?" Harper's cheeks flushed. "You, for example, already know. The other girls would find out when the time was right. Is it really so wrong to share happiness?" She fell silent, her gaze fixed on Mrs. Albright, whose expression had grown thoughtful, tinged with a quiet melancholy, as if she'd unearthed a tender, forgotten memory.
"Happiness," she repeated softly, tracing the rim of her teacup. "Yes, I suppose it is a happiness, to be a mother. A joy that, regrettably, passed me by."
"And the father?"
"It's Ben," Harper answered immediately. "Benjamin Hamilton. You might remember him; he used to stop by the cafe quite often."



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