SHOULD I COME TO YOU?

Miranda lay on the bed with her husband beside her, rubbing and kissing her exposed belly, and earning childish giggles from her.

"I want a little princess; beautiful and feisty just like you." He told her.

Miranda shook her head, "I disagree. I want a little prince who looks like you. After all, we already have a Princess."

Hazel smiled, "We can have more than one Princess, my love."

Miranda's phone beside her, beeped and seeing that it was a call from Mel, she said, "It's a call from Mel. Please excuse me."

"Hello soon-to-be latest bride," Miranda beamed when she answered the call.

Mel who was still at the hospital sighed, "I'm afraid what I want to tell you is a not so pleasant news."

"What happened?" Miranda became worried as she knew that if Mel was calling her so late to speak about a problem, then it was something serious.

"Do you remember my cousin, Riley?" Mel asked. "The one whose father betrayed my father."

"How can I forget?" Miranda asked. "She is the one dying o