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Jackson staggered over to the bus-stop bench and sat down heavily, his lower back screaming in pain. He was nearly due, his twins making it known every day by their kicking and squirming that they wanted out. He just couldn't believe it----homeless, pregnant and on Christmas Eve! Where would he go? His boyfriend had thrown him out after their last fight---he still didn't forgive Jackson for keeping the babies. He could go home, to his parents----but would would they say when he waddled up to their door, knocked up for all the world to see and shame-faced? Would they even have room for him? Sometimes when their children left for college, some parents turned the empty room into storage. 

All he needed was a place to go. Somewhere to lie down for tonight and maybe, God willing, see his little ones safely into the world. 

Jeremy looked at that boy, who was absolutely pregnant, and noticed how he looked sad and helpless ... Jeremy felt sorry for him, and decided to talk to the boy.

"Hi" he said, smiling. "Are you okay?"