My sister-in-law Celine Maddox was a drama queen who picked fights with everyone, and she especially couldn't stand me.   So once I got pregnant, I did my best to stay out of her way.   That changed when the college student my husband, Everett Maddox, was sponsoring dropped to her knees in front of me for the 28th time.   "Aunt Tessa, when you came to the office that day, Uncle Everett had sand in his eye. I was just blowing it out for him. We didn't do anything else! You posted online calling me the other woman. Now all my classmates are pointing fingers at me. I'm too ashamed to go on living!"   Everett steadied her and frowned at me.   "You're about to be a mother. Why are you picking on a young girl? Delete that post right now. If this gets out of hand, don't expect me to clean up your mess!"   I shook with anger as cramps seized my lower abdomen.   "I didn't write that post. What exactly do you expect me to delete?"   When I snapped at Everett, Bridget Talbot pulled away from his embrace, crying.   "Aunt Tessa, this is all my fault. I'll never contact Uncle Everett again. Please, I'm begging you. Just delete the post!"   Seeing them like that upset me so badly that the pain in my belly wouldn't let up.   Just then, Celine rushed over and splashed a glass of wine in Bridget's face.   "Are you a walking trash can? You're certainly full of crap. You look older than Tessa. Where do you get the nerve to call her Aunt Tessa?"   Everett was about to speak when she slapped him too.   "And you! Your own children are still in your wife's belly, and you're already falling over yourself to be someone else's father?"