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Wendla grinned ear to ear as the baby was placed back into her arms. She gently stroked the tiny mess of hair that was on her head, keeping a watchful eye over her Margrit. She smiled like an idiot, bringing the baby closer to her, kissing her tiny head gently. Natalie darted out of the room to get back to a still-stunned Henry and Melchior.

"She had the baby." she smiled happily. "It's a girl."

"I-I have a girl..." Melchior mused, smiling already.

She nodded and showed them inside the room where Wendla sat still with the baby, smiling as wide as her mouth would let her. She looked up to see Natalie back with Henry…and Melchior. She got a little frightened as she saw him approaching her,

"Wendla…"

She sort of gasped a little and glared at him. "What do you want?"

"I wanted you to know that I was on my way back home…But then you had the baby…" He just shook his head in disbelief. "Can I hold her?"

She nodded and gently handed Margrit over to Melchior. She didn't understand why she was so afraid to let him hold her baby. It was his child too. He helped to create it, he deserved this. He was the father.

She watched carefully as he looked into the baby's brown eyes. She watched a smile be painted over his face. His daughter bringing so much joy to him. He stroked the girl's little cheek and whispered. "I'm your papa….I love you…"

The baby cooed happily, her little hands firmly grasping his finger. He smiled bigger than Wendla had ever seen before. He gently handed the baby back to her, his smile still plastered on his face.

"Her name is Margrit…" She sighed happily, looking yet again at the baby in her arms. "Almost like Moritz…not exactly, though…"

He leaned toward her and kissed her forehead softly. "It's a beautiful name." But then something else hit him. "What about godparents?"

Wendla already had this planned out, she looked up from her child for once and looked Natalie right in the eyes. "I'd like Natalie and Henry to do it."

The two of them just shared a quick glance of insecurity. "You want us?" Natalie asked her.

"Well, yes! You're practically my sister!" Wendla said happily. "I trust you."

"I mean…wow…" Natalie sort of giggled awkwardly. "Yeah. We'll do it….But on one condition." She glared over at Melchior and Henry, and they already knew what she meant.

"Look, I'm sorry…" Henry started, trying to appease his girlfriend. "I mean, yeah…I'd be upset too if my best friend died." He looked over at Natalie, smiling. She knew she was his best friend. He honestly had no idea what he would do if Natalie died…I'd pull a Romeo and Juliet stunt… he thought, completely dead serious.

"And I shouldn't have beat you…" Melchior apologized as well. "I didn't know what it was like to be in your position, your love was being threatened and hurt. I would do the same for Wendla." His eyes gently made their way to Natalie. He moved a bit closer to her and looked her straight in the eyes. "And I had no right to do that to you. I'm sorry…It's just…when I saw Wendla with him, she was happy…I didn't want to lose her too…So I took it a bit too far…I hope you'll forgive me."

It took her a moment to respond. Everything was so sudden for her. Was she supposed to forgive the boy who put her and her cousin through so much pain and confusion and doubt? She didn't think so…But she knew that she had to resolve this whole mess.

"Yeah…I guess…"

He smiled and just mumbled, "Thank you…"

"So now what?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do we do next? Baby's born and we all made up…what happens after this?"

She looked around to all of them, who just shrugged. Wendla, still holding Margrit on her hospital bed piped up quietly, "I guess we'll just wait and see…"

It had been three weeks since Margrit was born. Melchior decided not to fly off to Germany. He was staying with Natalie again, although it was tough trying to convince Dan to let him stay. He was currently trying to find the couple an apartment not too far from the Goodman's house.

Wendla had been raising Margrit, with the help of Dan, the experienced parent in the household. She couldn't believe how far she came. She remembered that night in the hayloft with Melchior…it was beautiful…She remembered how terrified she was. She remembered how gently he touched her. Then everything changed and she was sent away. She remembered meeting Natalie for the first time, how much they hated each other. Now they were practically sisters. She remembered how ashamed she was for having a baby. Now she loved it. She was a different girl…

She sat at home one day, feeding Margrit on the couch. She was just getting used to breastfeeding the baby by now when Natalie and Henry walked in, smiling as usual…until they saw Wendla.

"Oh my God!" Henry shouted, covering his eyes. "Warn me next time you take your shirt off!"

"What?" Natalie teased him. "It's not like you haven't seen a girl's breasts before." He rolled his eyes at her as she playfully pushed him.

Wendla giggled and helped the baby to finish, covering herself up once again. "I'm sorry…but she's been very hungry lately…"

"It's ok…She's a baby. It's the only way she gets fed. He's just squeamish." Natalie said, pointing to a still-blushing Henry, who sat on the couch pretending to read a magazine to get out of the awkward situation.

"Can you hold her for a second? I have to go to the bathroom…"

Natalie nodded as Wendla gently placed the baby into her arms. She was possibly the tiniest little thing she had ever seen before. She gently rocked her back and forth. She was adorable…

She carefully brought Margrit over to Henry, who hadn't really seen her much. "Say hi to your Uncle Henry…" she whispered, handing the baby over to him.

"She looks just like Wendla…" he mused as the baby's big brown eyes examined him carefully.

"I know…she's so cute…" She sat next to him, cuddling closer. She sort of took a second before blurting, "We should have kids."

"Not now! Your dad would kill me…Literally."

She rolled her eyes and smacked him lightly. "No not now! Not with my life…Eventually…"

"When we're married." He said proudly, kissing her quickly.

"Who says we're getting married?"

"It's implied…"

But before she could respond, there was a knock at the door. She groaned and angrily got up to answer it. They never had visitors anyway. If this was another stupid Girl Scout, she was slamming the door in her face. But as she opened it, she saw that it was anything but a Girl Scout. It was a woman around her father's age, maybe older. She wore a long dress, her hair neatly done up. She didn't smile or anything. She just stood there.

"Um…can I help you?" Natalie asked, looking over at Henry, who quickly ran towards her.

"Yes. I'm here for Wendla Bergman. I'm her mother."

Before anyone could say anything else, Wendla emerged back into the room looking for her baby. "Oh! There you are!" she smiled, finding Margrit in Henry's arms. "I missed….Mama." Her eyes flew straight to her mother's unmoving face.

"Is that the child?" Frau Bergman asked, still glaring at her daughter.

"Yes…This is Margrit." She looked down at the baby, trying to avoid her mother.

"Well, let's go then…" She grabbed onto Wendla's hand, causing her to give the baby to Natalie before she dropped it.

"No!" Wendla pulled her hand from her mother's grip. "I'm not going! What about my baby? What about Melchi?"

"Wendla, I sent you here to have the child, not raise it. Maybe by the time we get back, everyone would've forgotten about it."

She shook her head in disbelief. "This is all about you. What about me, Mama? What about my baby? She needs me! Mama!"

Frau Bergman seemed to get rather angry with her daughter. "You want to go ruin your reputation with this child? Do you want to humiliate me more? Where will you stay? Who will take you in?"

"We will…" Natalie piped up, butting into the conversation.

"You will? You'll take on the burden of this…disgraceful child of mine?"

"Yeah…and she's not a disgrace. There's nothing wrong with her."

Frau Bergman hated to admit it, but she was sort of glad someone was taking this burden away from her. She didn't have to deal with the humility and that disgrace anymore. And Wendla seemed to be happy here…

"Fine. Keep her then. As for you, Wendla…behave. And do not get yourself into trouble."

And as if that were a proper goodbye, she just left, glad she didn't have anything to do with this out of wedlock child anymore. Wendla looked a bit upset as soon as they closed the door.

"She didn't even say hello…She hates me…"

"Hey…" Natalie handed Margrit to Henry again, going to hug her cousin. "No she doesn't. A mother can't hate her daughter…And I know that sounds impossible…trust me. But she only wanted what's best."

"So she sent me away?"

"She sent you here. Where people love you and care about you."

Wendla sniffled, wiping the tears that began to fall from her eyes. "True…But, I just wanted to make her so happy…"

"It's ok…Now you have someone else to make happy. Someone who'll accept it." She gestured for Henry to bring the baby over to Wendla. He gently placed her in her mother's arms, letting her look at her for a moment.

"You're right." she smiled at her daughter. "Thank you. For everything."

They hugged again, smiles on both of their faces. "No…thank you."

And they noticed, when they were happy like this…everything bad was gone.

All the pain, the sorrow, the hurt was all left behind.

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