Let's go see how Maggie and Jeannie are doing.

"Wherever you go, I want to be there too," Julie says.

You lie back down on the bed in Labor and Delivery's little sleepover room and accept her kiss.

You sit up again and rub your gummy eyes. "Truth be told, I want to get a shower and change into some fresh scrubs. Then I'd like to see how Maggie and Jeannie are doing."

"I hope you don't feel responsible..." Julie says.

You shake your head briskly. "Everything is fine. Or so you said?" you tell Julie.

"Yes, fine," she says, nodding.

"Then that's that," you tell her. You check your phone, seeing that Vincent texted you back this morning while you were asleep. TAKE CARE SWEETIE HOPE MOM AND BABY ARE ALL GOOD. An auditor, careful with words and numbers, your husband rarely lapsed into telegraphic abbreviations. By contrast, your daughter Jillian's texts were often a puzzle rivaling Linear B or prescription pad writing.

Freshly showered and changed, your street clothes in your locker, you and Julie go to check on Maggie.

Maggie looks like she has spent an uncomfortable night, and is impatient with the leads and lines. She waves away your concern.

"I'm a lucky bitch," she says. "Caught it early, no damage to speak of, and they can dissolve the clot. So I'll be back at work in a week. If you want to do something for me, get me some decent tea. The dusty muck from the hospital kitchen is hardly in the vegetable kingdom."

Julie scampers off to Maggie's office to fetch tea from her own supply.

When you're alone, Maggie takes your hand. "I hear I wasn't your only crisis last night. Well, sister?" she says.

You feel a hot flush. Your cheeks must be glowing pink.

"You know she's named the baby after you?" Maggie says.

"I didn't know that." Scarlet. Your face must be scarlet. You pull your hand back from Maggie's.

Maggie says. "Why, Gloria, you're blushing. I thought...don't tell me, her water broke when you and Jeannie were...? Say no more. Naughty, naughty, Jeannie, stepping out on Laura."

A nurse bustles in to check the machines.

Maggie takes a deep breath and composes herself, letting her crinkled grin smooth out. "You and Julie were by Jeannie's side when she needed it. I hope Baby Gloria lives up to her namesake's steadiness and grace."

"Thank you, Maggie," you say.

"Go on, Gloria, get out of here. I'll be fine." Maggie waves you away. "Go home."

With Vincent at work, you dawdle around the hospital, finding things to do. Later you find out it was Laura's insistence that Jeannie's new baby would be named after you. You feel even more off-balance. Every time you hear someone mention Baby Gloria, you're sure you'll flash back on the feeling of Jeannie's anus twitching under your tongue with her orgasm and the splash of birth fluids dousing you.

Who are you now?

You sigh and shake your head. "Put on your big girl panties," you mutter to yourself, setting off another "bad girl!" pang. You still have Maggie's from last night, tucked in your locker.

Maybe you should go home and have Vincent ground you with a good fuck. Your husband is reliable in that department. You smile, thinking of him, and take a deep breath. You could even pull him away from work. Hmm.

Or you could look into the mobile outreach program. What was her name? Poppy Broadback? Needing an experienced local hand like yourself?

Or you could pull up your big girl panties, find Julie and go see Jeannie and Baby Gloria.

You have 2 XP, +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Lesbian, and Truth.

You can take +1 Forward against Poppy Peaceflower Broadback, the young NP working on the mobile outreach program (Truth).