Free Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas by James Patterson

episode, and Katie cried. She wasn't nearly as crazy as Ally and her friends, but the show still hit a nerve.
She lay on her living-room couch and couldn't stop thinking about the baby growing inside her. “It's all right, little baby,” she whispered. I hope so, anyway.
Katie remembered the night when she had gotten pregnant. She'd had a fantasy in bed that night, but she dismissed it, thinking, I've never gotten pregnant before. She hadn't ever missed a period--except one time in college, when she'd been playing varsity basketball at North Carolina and learned that her body fat was too low.
That last night with Matt, Katie had felt that it had never been like this before. Something had changed between them.
She could feel it in the way he held her and looked at her with his luminous brown eyes. She felt some of his walls come down, felt, This is it. He was ready to tell her things that he hadn't been able to talk about.
Had that scared Matt? Had he felt it, too, that last night we were together? Was that what had happened?
She had never felt as close to Matt as she had that night. She always loved being with him, but that night it was urgent; they were both so needy.
Katie recalled that it had started so simply: all he had done was wrap his fingers around hers. He slid his free arm beneath her and stared into her eyes. Next their legs touched, then their entire bodies reached toward each other. She and Matt never lost eye contact, and it seemed as if they were really one in a way that they hadn't been before that night.
His eyes said, I love you, Katie. She couldn't have been wrong about that.
She had always wanted it to be like that, just like that. She'd had that thought, that dream, a thousand times before it actually happened. His strong arms were around her back, and her long legs were wrapped around his. She knew she could never forget any of those images or sensations.
He was so light when he was on top of her, supporting himself on his elbows, his knees. He was athletic, graceful, giving, dominating. He whispered her name over and over: Katie, sweet Katie, my Katie, Katie, Katie.
This was it, she knew--he was completely aware and attuned to her, and she had never experienced such love with anyone before. She loved it, loved Matt, and she pulled him deep inside, where they made a baby.
K ATIE KNEW what she had to do the next morning. Seven A. M.--but it wasn't too early for this. This was it.
She called home--Asheboro, nestled between the Blue Ridge and Great Smoky Mountains in North Carolina--where life had always been simpler. Kinder, too. Much, much kinder.
So why had she left Asheboro? she wondered as the phone began to ring. To follow her love of books? It was her passion, something she truly loved. Or had she just needed to see a world larger than the one she knew in the heart of North Carolina?
“Hey, Katie,” her mother answered on the third ring. “You're up with the city birds this morning. How are you doing, sweetie?”
They had Caller ID in Asheboro now. Everything was changing, wasn't it? For better or for worse, or maybe somewhere in between.
“Hey, Mom. What's the latest?”
“You doing a little better today?” her mother asked. She knew that Katie had found someone in New York. She knew all about Matt and had loved it when Katie called to talk about him, especially when she said they would probably be getting married. Now he had left her, and Katie was suffering. She didn't deserve that. Her mother had tried to get her to come home, but Katie wouldn't do it. She was too tough--right. A big-city girl. Well, her mother knew better.
“Some. Yeah, sure. Well, actually, no. I'm still a mess.I'm pitiful.I'm hopeless.I swore I'd never let a man get me into a state like this--and here I am.”
Katie began to tell her mother about the diary and what she had read so far. The lesson of the five balls. Suzanne's daily routine on Martha's Vineyard. How she met Matt Wolfe again.
“You know what's so