Author's Note: Hello lovely readers! Thank you for your reviews and faves and follows! Your patient waiting has paid off, for *dramatic sound* BEHOLD! CHAPTER TWO COMETH! Read on :)

"Cass, I wish you could see him. He's gorgeous. Just absolutely gorgeous."

I smile and wipe a tear from my eye. "I am so proud of you, Court," I say into the receiver. Covering the mouthpiece with my shoulder, I call into the expanse of the hotel room, "Tris! Guess who is officially an aunt!" I turn back to my phone. "So, it's a 'he'. What's his name?"

"Brandon."

"Brandon. Brandon Bell. That sounds perfect." I wipe away another tear of joy. "I wish I could've been there, but our stupid flight got delayed here in Boston… How are the grandparents? How's Grant?"

"All crying." She laughs. "Taking turns passing around my son. I can't believe I just said that, Cass. I'm a MOTHER!"

Now it's my turn to laugh. "Tristan and I'll be out to Cali as soon as we can hop a flight. Take good care of my new nephew," I tease. I know she won't want to let go of him for at least the next week. "And tell Grant that I'm counting on him to make sure that Brandon doesn't end up in a tutu."

Courtney laughs. "You know me too well, Cass. I'll see you soon."

"Send everyone my best. Bye, sis."

Hanging up the phone, I turn around to call for Tristan again and nearly crash into him where he's leaning in the door frame. He grins at me. "So what's this I hear about an aunt?"

I punch him on the shoulder. "You know full well what I'm talking about!" I tease. I place my hands on his shoulders and lean towards him. "It's a boy. They named him Brandon."

He slips his arms around my waist. "I can't wait to meet him." He pulls me into a hug and then leans back out. "Wait, wasn't he not due for another week?"

I lean away, thinking. "Umm, no, I guess you're right. Courtney's due date was next Tuesday. Maybe it runs in the family. I came along six days early, and Chloe was almost a month ahead of schedule. Still, I wanted to be in Cali early, just in case, and we would've been, if our stupid flight hadn't been delayed…"

Tristan looks down at the floor. "Yeah, about that. I'd been meaning to tell you. Our flight wasn't exactly, delayed, per se."

I stiffen. "What do you mean, 'per se'?" He's got that look on his face, the look that I know so well. The look that says, "I think you might be mad at me, but it was for the better." He's scared; I can tell. What does it say about my relationship that my boyfriend is afraid of my opinion? I don't really mind it, actually. It comes in handy sometimes. Like now.

I exhale sharply. "Tristan Berkeley, if you are trying to tell me that you made me miss my first nephew's birth on purpose then you better have a pretty DARNED good reason–"

"I do, I do, geez, Cass! Calm down, your face is as red as your hair." He slants me a smile, and I thaw a little bit. But just a little.

"Then what is it?" I sigh. "Because the birth of my first nephew is kind of a once-in-a-lifetime thing."

He looks down at his shoes. "Yeahwellsosmyonlybrothergettingengaged," he mutters.

I blink at him. "What?! Did you just say that Simon's getting engaged?"

He runs a hand through his dark hair and walks back into the hotel room. "Well, he's supposed to be proposing to Megan tonight." He sits down on the edge of the bed. "He was planning this big romantic dinner, the works. He wanted to pop the question while they were here visiting Boston so that she could tell her parents in person."

Simon and Megan have been living in London for the past few years, ever since Megan hit it big with some designer or another. She was pushing for Paris, but he was more comfortable in England, and it's only a few hours by train, so they compromised. Her parents still live in Concord, I think.

I sit on the bed next to him. "Wow. He really thought of everything."

Tristan crosses his arms behind his head and lay back on the bed. "Well, with some help from his brilliant older brother, of course," he says with a cocky grin.

I lie back beside him and bump my shoulder against his. "Hey – watch that ego. I wouldn't want it exploding out of this shoebox of a hotel room."

He smiles. "So I'm forgiven for wanting to give my brother some much-needed moral support on one of the biggest nights of his life? Even if I had to slyly book us a different flight because I thought my beautiful girlfriend's nephew wouldn't be born for another week?"

I give him a peck on the cheek. "I guess so. I'm still sad I missed it, but I can see why you wanted to be here. And I'm glad that we can both be here for Megs and Si. Court's baby will still be just as cute in a few days when we get there." I sit up. "What time was the big fancy dinner supposed to go down?"

He looks at his watch. "Hmmm, he said about seven o' clock. So, we should be getting some news right about—"

My cell phone rings. I smile. "Right about now."

I press my phone to my ear. "Hello?" I ask.

The next thing I hear is Megan's voice shrieking through the speaker. "CASS! YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE IT! SIMON ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM! WE'RE ENGAGED!"

I wince, pulling the phone away from my ear.

Tristan sees me and grins. "So, I take it she said yes?"

Author's Note: Woo hoo! Chapter 2 is done! This fic will probably be 5 or 6 chapters, and each one I write seems to be longer than the one before, haha. :)

So, the mystery has been solved as to why Simon's in Concord... but never fear! There are more surprises to come. A LOT more! I hopefully will have the next chapter up within two weeks (keyword: hopefully). I have made a rule with myself that I am not allowed to post a chapter until the next chapter's rough draft is done, which means I finished Chapter 3 last night. Go me! :) As always, let me know what you're thinking - if ya like it, if ya love it, if ya want some more of it! If you have any ideas for the futures of these girls, PM me an idea and it might end up in the story!

Until next time -

Anna