With her best friend now on her eighth month of pregnancy, Emily didn’t get to see her as much as she liked. Pam had been working pretty much nonstop in the last few months until the doctor told her she was too stressed out and needed to go on bed rest.

“What have you got for me there?” Pam asked, lying back in her bed on a big pile of pillows.

“Who says it’s for you?” Emily teased. She was holding a shopping bag with a paper-wrapped present sticking out ...