Jess

Jessica was barely awake when the FaceTime request popped up on her phone.

She'd been up maybe twenty minutes, having been roused by a painless, yet still distinct, jab in the ribs from Mike's elbow. He was probably having another one of his restless dreams— it was the first one in a while.

She had considered turning on the TV, but Mike's whimpers and mumbles convinced her to do otherwise. So, instead, she sat up, propping her pillow against the headboard and leaning back. When Mike rolled over onto his stomach— the bastard was lucky he could still do that if he pleased— she began rubbing small circles over his back.

Her phone, screen up on the nightstand, lit up and displayed a familiar face.

But, as familiar as the face was, she had no clue why he would want to contact her.

A groan escaped Mike's parted lips. With a huff, he turned his face away from the buzzing sound and nestled deeper into the pillow.

Jess slithered off the bed like a lazy snake and headed for the door, grabbing her phone and a light jacket as she went. Might as well go so I don't bother Mikey, she figured while sliding the pale lavender jacket over her t-shirt and pajama shorts and zipping it up.

She only hit the green accept button when she could hide in the stairwell down the hall.

"Brendan? Why the hell are you calling me?" she demanded. Her words echoed and bounced off the cement walls and tall ceiling. She shivered and moved to glance out a window.

"Well then, good morning to you too, sleepyhead," her brother drawled. "You look like you just rolled out of bed."

Truthfully, so did he. He had a messy nest of sandy brown hair and bleary-looking pale eyes that matched her own. "Sue me. It's seven in the morning here. The fact I got up at all for you is a miracle within itself."

Her retort was met with another sheepish grin, but then seconds later the smile was gone. Brendan blinked gently at her, brow furrowing. "Hey, I- I know we don't talk much, but—"

"Because I don't have anything to say to you," she said.

He winced, but went on rambling. "Jessie, you know you can tell me anything, right? Me n' Zach are your protectors. We'd never let anyone hurt you."

Jess chuckled grimly. "Well, it seems you've already failed at your job, then."

A sharp blue spark gleamed in his gaze. "I swear, if Mike did anything—"

"Just cut the shit, Bren. Mom put you up to this, right?" Jess sniffed, scowling out the window. It was at least eighty degrees outside, but the cold cement windowsill she leaned on made the stairwell feel like thirty.

She spared her brother a brief glance. The screen was a bit pixelated— crappy Wi-Fi— but the sincerity on his face was still unmistakable.

"When were you planning on telling me you're pregnant?"

Jess knew this was coming. This was probably the only reason he'd called in the first place. Nevertheless, his question caught her by surprise. She leaned harder against the window, almost wishing the glass would shatter so she could jump out and escape.

"I guess… I thought Dad would tell you for me," she mumbled.

Brendan's sigh was just as tired and defeated as his face looked. The sound made the hair on the back of her neck prickle, as if he was actually standing in front of her.

"Yeah, well… Dad did tell me. And Zach. We all met for lunch last Thursday."

"Of course you did."

"Jessie…" He reached up with one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. That was a weird habit everyone in the family seemed to have except for her. "He said you had a 'screaming match' with Mom. What happened?"

Jess gazed at him hesitantly. She tucked a blonde ringlet behind one ear, holding the device at an arm's length, in the fear that he could— impossibly— smell her morning breath. "She was saying shit"— at her brother's sharp look, she quickly corrected herself— "stuff about Mike, how he and I only stayed together because of t- that night, y'know. And, for the millionth time, she compared me to my amazing brothers." She tilted her head at him, one corner of her mouth kinking upward. It was the beginnings of a smirk she so desperately didn't want him to see. "What was it Aunt Teresa called me again? The 'family disappointment?'"

"Hey—"

"And I'm sure you must be disappointed in me, too, right?" She held his gaze, wanting to puncture the cautiously kind cloak he'd covered himself with. Now was not the time for any bullshit.

"Don't say that," Brendan snapped. "I'm thrilled for you, okay? For both you and Mike. Is that forbidden?" He spat the word off his tongue like it was poison. "I just wanted to know what was going on between you and our parents. Are you even gonna let them see your kid?"

"Of course I am," she muttered. "I'm not that cruel."

His head shook back and forth slowly. Floppy patches of hair also moved left or right with each movement. "Listen, Jessie. I know it's hard. Life sucked a lot for you growing up. You've made that clear. And I know Zach and I weren't there as much as we should've been. It wasn't easy, considering the age difference, but… there really is no excuse."

Her fingers found the frayed hem of her t-shirt. It was actually an old shirt of Mike's that she had stolen long ago, something light gray with many loose strings that had escaped their stitching. It was still big and roomy enough to hide her belly, which was fine with her. Not much of any clothing she owned could disguise her pregnancy anymore. It scared her the way people in public looked at her differently. Sometimes the glances would include a slight dip of the head and a congratulatory grin. Others, usually older people, weren't as understanding. An elderly woman who passed her in an aisle of the grocery store last week had offered her a clearly forced smile. She'd halted next to Jess, who had been pondering over two different peanut butter brands. She couldn't for the life of her remember whether Mike preferred creamy or chunky— it was something she used to have on file, but lately her brain was always in disarray.

"Oh, you poor dear," the woman had croaked. Jess turned, blinking bashfully as if she'd just been caught pondering two different types of LSD, not peanut butter.

A wrinkled, veiny hand rested on top of Jessica's. "You're such a pretty girl… it's really a shame your husband left you. God bless."

Before Jess could even think to ask what the hell she meant, the woman had gone around the corner with one last whine of squeaky shopping cart wheels.

It was during the drive home that it had hit her. The realization smacked into her hard, like running head-on into a solid brick wall.

She and Mike weren't married, or even engaged. She didn't have a ring on her finger, and she was visibly expecting.

But since when did she care so much about what other people thought of her?

Since the mountain, she reminded herself. Since you got the scars.

People stared at her on the streets now. They always had, really. In high school, it was because she looked good— or that was what she hoped. After the mountain, when the scars were still fresh and red and puffy as ever, they were looks of sympathy.

The scars faded, hiding behind layers of makeup. But now the stares had returned.

She didn't like the way people always looked at her. Not anymore.

Brendan was still looking at her in that way too. "Jessie," he murmured.

"I'm sorry," she said, though the words were a weak whisper that barely made it past her lips. "Zoned out."

"I'm here for you. But you have to do one thing for me."

She nibbled on her lip. "Yeah?"

"Talk to Mom and Dad, please. They are worried. I know they're not always the most tactful of people, or the… most modern-minded, but… we can't have our family in shambles again," Brendan pleaded.

"I know, I know." Her bottom lip began to tremble, and she bit down harder to stop it. "I will, Bren. I promise."

A palpable look of relief washed over her brother's face. "Thank you. Now for the really important stuff… am I getting a niece or nephew?"

"You already have one of each. Why should it matter?"

"Oh, shut up. Do you know yet?"

Jess rolled her eyes. "I think I might be finding out today." Wings of excitement flapped against her ribcage at the thought of the "surprise" shower Emily told her was being held today.

"Ohhhh, right. Well, keep me posted then, baby sis," Brendan said. "And tell that idiot boyfriend of yours to stay out of trouble. Just because I haven't been to a gym in twelve years doesn't mean I don't know how to kick butt."

Jess lifted an eyebrow. "'Kick butt' as in sit down and have a very gentlemanly conversation in your dining room?"

"You got it on the nose," he laughed. Just then, there was a scratchy noise distorted by bad reception. It sounded like an irritated squeal from her younger nephew. Brendan glanced away for a second, then frowned. "Looks like I have to go. I'm on diaper duty, and this little dude is not looking happy." Before ending the call, he leaned in close to the camera. "Let's pray you don't have a boy, they mean trouble. And there's already enough of that in this family."

When Jess returned to the room, Mike was awake and scrolling through his phone while the morning news droned quietly on the TV. He set down the device as she rejoined him on the bed.

"There you are. Who was that?" he asked.

She melted into his side with a giggle. "Michael, I know you'll never understand this, but… thank god for older brothers."

Mike nodded knowingly. "I guess it's a good thing we'll be providing siblings for our kid, then."

"… don't get ahead of yourself, buddy."

Later that day, Jess was alerted by a text from Emily.

Emily: get ur ass down to the lobby, im idling out front and this guy in a jeep is really giving me the stink eye

Jess: aw honey, ik u could knee that guy in the balls if ya really wanted to. be there in a sec

She never realized how much she'd missed their old text conversations. Now they'd fallen right back into their old routine, horrible grammar and all.

She made her way downstairs, past the front desk, and through the sliding doors. As the cool blast of air conditioning faded behind her, she walked straight into a wall of unbearable heat. It was almost like summers back on the east coast, minus the moisture.

Just as she said, Emily was sitting out front in Ashley's Camry, hand poised over the horn. When she saw the blonde, however, she threw on a brisk smile and leaned over the empty passenger seat to push open the door.

Jess breathed a grateful sigh as the refreshing AC in the car immediately wrapped her back in a cool blanket. "So," she chirped, glancing over at Emily expectantly. "Where we headed?"

"Well, Ash let me borrow her car to drive you all the way to… drumroll, please… their house," Emily answered as she shifted into drive and guided the car out of the pickup area.

"Fun," Jess laughed. She squinted out the window, trying to look past the unavoidable sun, but it was far too bright to see much of anything. All she could make out was the blindingly bright yellow paint of the car in front of them on the narrow road.

"Damn, girl," Emily said, shooting her casual side glances. "You're looking cute as hell today."

Jess beamed. "Aw, really? Thanks, Emmy." In all honesty, she didn't think her outfit was much better than Mike's ratty t-shirt. Her hair was down except for a couple of French braids woven among the loose waves. She had on a sleeveless flowy white blouse and the final pair of regular jeans that still fit her. Emily's light blue tunic top was way cuter, however. Jess made a quick mental note to ask her where she'd found that top later.

The drive was, of course, short, and they spent it chattering like two parakeets about meaningless matters.

Chris and Ashley's house looked ominously silent and abandoned when they pulled into the one-car driveway. Jess quirked an eyebrow at her friend, then wordlessly hopped out of the car.

"Yeah, uh…" Emily pulled a patterned green bandana out of her sleeve, as though it was part of a magic act. "I was instructed to cover your eyes with this and lead you up to front door, but seeing as you already know about it anyway…"

"No, put it on!" Jess squealed, leaping forward and closing her eyes. "It'll be more fun."

"Are you sure…?"

"Oh c'mon, it's not like Mike has never put one on me—" She stopped short, swallowing and grinning shyly. "I- I mean…"

Emily scoffed. "You are such a slut," she chastised, brushing aside some of Jessica's hair in order to tie on the blindfold. In a few seconds, it was on, and Jess, completely unoffended, giggled.

"I know."

Jess felt her friend's fingers close on her arm as she was led up two steps and into the house. A million thoughts wandered through her mind in the next few moments, but gradually the anticipation surpassed all else.

"Em, where are we—?" she began to ask loudly, just for effect. It was surprisingly enjoyable to put up a fake act.

"SURPRISE!"

Emily tore the blindfold off, and a flood of warm light dazzled Jessica's vision. She blinked away the darkness, a smile right away erupting on her face. She'd never been one to shy away from being the center of attention, and right away she let herself be swept into the heart of the group.

It was just the six of them— her, Em, Ashley, Sam, Hannah and Beth. Jess couldn't even begin to express how gleeful she was that there were no strangers. These girls didn't stare at her and judge her, or at least not in a rude way.

Ashley shrieked excitedly and motioned toward the back patio. Sam, the mother of the group, chuckled and greeted the guest of honor warmly. Hannah and Beth looked more like identical twins than ever before, with equally thrilled expressions on their faces. Emily was lingering in the back of the buzzing cluster, but she didn't escape Jessica's line of sight.

"Come on," Jess grinned as she stole Emily's hand from where it had been in her pocket. "Let's go, girlfriend."

The setup on the patio was modest, yet still the cutest display Jess had ever seen. Balloons, spirals and flakes of pastel confetti, shiny streamers and glittery bows. She couldn't help the tears that sneaked into her eyes.

"You guys…" she mumbled. Her lower lip was practically swollen from her biting it so much. "This is just so sweet…! I don't know what to say!"

"You've already said plenty," Ashley assured her. "Now have a seat!"

And so they sat in the ragged circle of outdoor chairs, the sun glowing down on them and nature, thankfully, sending a few cooler breezes their way. There was a large patch of shade on the patio, but Jess could still feel herself becoming sticky with sweat. She swept her hair over her shoulder as Ashley reached under her seat.

"Here, Jess. For you," the redhead told her as she handed over a gift with yellow wrapping paper.

Jess didn't waste time opening it, and when she did she wasn't disappointed. It was an assortment of onesies with quirky sayings, many of them Harry Potter-centric. Jess held up one that read "Snuggle this Muggle!" and rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

"Thank you so much, Ash. I love them!" Jess tittered. She had a limited knowledge of the Harry Potter series, but she had seen at least five of the movies and read the first two books (okay, well, half of the first one. Close enough.) She knew enough to know she was a definite Hufflepuff— as for Mike, maybe a Gryffindor?

Next up was Hannah and Beth, who both offered up their presents at the same time. Jess picked through tufts of red and white tissue paper to find a collection of teething toys from Hannah and a $75 Target gift card from Beth. Sam's gift was an adorable stuffed cloth lion buried behind shimmery green paper. Emily went last, and she paused before allowing Jess to take the bag from her hands.

"Jeez, Em, did you put some gold nuggets in there or something?" Beth teased, and with a huff Emily let go of the bag.

Inside was a cuddly baby blanket with thick stitches. It looked homemade. Jess blinked up at Emily, confused. "Did you make this?"

"Um." Emily played with a ring on her right hand. "Yes?"

"It's… it's…" Jess raked through her mind for just the right word. It was like trying to find one needle in a sea of haystacks. "It's perfect. Thank you."

It took a few thudding heartbeats to snag Emily's gaze. When she did, there was a glimmer of disbelief in those brown eyes.

"Really," Jess insisted. Emily stared at her, eyes wide as an owl's. Then, finally, her old friend smiled. It was a ghost of a smile, but it was something. It was another hurdle cleared.

The tender moment was slayed by a loud cheer from Chris. He and the other three guys suddenly appeared, passing one by one through the sliding glass door.

"Helloooo ladies! Are we crashing the party too soon?"

Emily jumped up from her chair, ignoring Jessica's puzzled features. "No, shockingly, you're right on time." She stepped inside the house, then right away returned to the patio with a tray of cupcakes. Damn, that was a lot of cupcakes. Emily grabbed Mike by the shoulders and directed him to an empty chair nearby Jess. "Sit," she instructed.

"Alright, alright, your majesty," Mike grunted. He settled down in the chair, which screeched against the cement as he dragged it closer to his girlfriend. "Hey baby."

"Hey Mikey," Jess responded, but she was almost too distracted by what was coming next to say anything.

Emily picked up two cupcakes and handed one to Mike and the other to Jess. Hers was vanilla with pale pink frosting— always overeager, she gave it a quick lick. Strawberry. Her favorite flavor. She looked from Mike, who had a chocolate cupcake, over to Emily, who was sitting back down in her seat after handing out cupcakes to everyone.

"Okay, you two," Emily announced. Her tone suggested that she was less than thrilled, but her eyes indicated otherwise. Her eyes were glowing hot coals, bundles of ecstatic nerves. "The filling in the cupcakes will tell you…" For the second time that day, she arched one brow and said, "…drumroll please…"— the others obliged, drumming their laps— "… the gender of your baby."

The bundle of nerves in Jessica's stomach exploded. Mike looked equally terrified, but at the same time relieved. She knew he'd been ready to look in that stupid envelope from the minute they got it.

"I guess this is it," Mike said. God, he was so handsome. He had a definite five o'clock shadow today and a jawline sharp enough to slice through a cake. Just like Emily's eyes, his were dark and they twinkled with suspense. His short-sleeved Henley t-shirt hugged his muscular arms. She had to check to make sure she wasn't drooling. If she had been, at least the cupcake could've been used as an excuse.

"I guess so," she said at last.

He lightly tapped his cupcake against hers— "Cheers!"— before taking a big bite. She mimicked this.

She'd squeezed her eyes shut before taking the bite, and she waited until the sweet mouthful was swallowed before opening her eyes.

The filling was blue. Blue!

"Oh my god, Michael—" Her words stumbled to a standstill as he turned his cupcake in her direction. "P- pink?"

"Jesus Christ!" Mike swore. He nearly slid off his seat while whirling to face the others. "Is this some kind of prank?"

"Mike…" she tried.

"Are we having t- twins or something?" he sputtered, grabbing onto her arm. "Please don't tell me we're having twins."

Beth crossed her arms and spoke teasingly. "What's wrong with twins, Munroe?"

"Uh, nothing, just that would be really overwhelming and something neither of us are prepared for at all," Mike rambled. The panic on his face was so painfully obvious. "Not to mention we don't have the space, or budget—"

"Mike!" Jess snapped. That shut him up. He spun back to face her, his forehead crinkled like the discarded tissue paper at their feet.

"Jess…" he rasped.

"Mike, don't be a dumbass. There is definitely only one baby. Don't you think the doctor would have mentioned if there was more than one?"

Emily sprang up from her chair as if the seat was heated to a hundred degrees. "No!" she seethed, snatching the two half-eaten cupcakes and glaring from the blue to the pink. She turned to Sam and Ashley, hands trembling. "I can't believe that ass hat in the bakery actually thought this would be funny!"

Sam sighed. "Maybe it was just a mistake."

"Mistake, my ass," Emily hissed.

Ashley eyed the vanilla cupcake in her own hand. "What is the gender, then?"

Emily gestured fiercely at the dessert. "M- maybe the others are fine. Take a bite of yours and see."

The host obliged, sinking her teeth into the spongy cake. Then she turned it around to show the filling.

Emily nodded in relief. "Sam?" she asked. Sam bit into her chocolate cupcake, and the filling inside was the same color.

The rest of the group dug into theirs, and the remainder of the cupcakes were all the same exact color.

Pink.

Mike and Jess jumped up and she was swept into his embrace. She could feel his heart thudding hard through his chest, and it tickled her ribs. "Holy crap, Michael," she whispered into his shoulder.

"We're having a girl," he murmured. Then he pulled back, beaming broadly and placing his hands on either side of her belly. "We're having a girl!"

The awe on his face was heartwarming. She was just as astounded as he was. She'd had no clue what exactly to expect, but… this was a million times better than she could have ever dreamed of.

"Thank you for giving me a girl." She hugged him again, the others' cheers fading into a din in the background.

"You're quite welcome, m'lady," he answered regally.

"So, Thandie it is then?"

"Fuck no."

The entire group spent the rest of the night reminiscing and joking around like the sorry bunch of weirdos they were. As day gave way to night, Ashley flipped a switch, and a string of clear lights strung around the patio lit up. Chris went around lighting candles and swearing every time the lighter crapped out. As beautiful as their display was, Jess couldn't stop gazing at the sky. It was the kind of night where you could still see the clouds in the sky, blobs of dark blue against a speckled navy background.

A great name debate took place in question of Jess and Mike's daughter, though no real winner was proclaimed. Eventually, Josh began throwing out very odd names that would be pretty if they didn't already belong to contagious diseases. Mike cut him off by tackling him onto the lawn.

The two landed in the lush green grass, fluffy white dandelion seeds fluttering in the air. Mike was on top of Josh, wrestling him to the ground. "Say Chlamydia… one more… time," Mike grunted in the other man's face. "And I will bash your face in."

Josh's cackle was more obnoxious than a hyena's. "What?" he slurred. "It's a… beautiful name."

"Yeah, just as beautiful as your pasty white ass!" Mike countered playfully.

"My ass happens to be very evenly tanned, thank you very much. Not like you'd ever have the privilege of viewing it—"

Josh was cut off by Beth, who was leaning forward off her chair with a few mouthfuls of white wine swaying in her glass. "Aw, y'know, I really do ship you two!"

Hannah unleashed one of her fangirl squeals. "Oh-em-gee, you would make the cutest couple!"

Josh continued laughing his pasty white ass off, while Mike groaned and unpinned his arms from the ground.

When Matt passed out drunk a few hours later, the night dwindled to a close. Jess ducked inside the house to use the restroom, but when she headed back through the kitchen, she found Emily standing at the small island, alone.

"Em?" Jess asked, befuddled. The other woman was leaning on the sparkling granite countertop. The light strings outside barely sliced through the darkness of the room, but the thin sliver of light landed perfectly on a small box in Emily's hands.

"H- hey Jess," Emily hiccupped. Drunk. Just like the rest of them. Jess knew she should be grateful to have a clear mind and to not have to face a hangover in the morning, but she always seemed to have more fun when buzzed.

Jess rested her gaze on the box, which Emily had set down and slid across the counter to her. "What's in there?"

Emily sighed. "Jess… do you 'member that time i- in high school, I was a junior 'n you were a… sophomore? And we took that stupid quiz f- from Cosmopolitan magazine, the one where you had to know everything"— she drew out the word, bangles jingling on the granite— "about your BFF? A- and you lost?"

Jess tilted her head. "Hmm… that does ring a bell, I guess."

"Because you said my favorite food was mac n' cheese when you knew, you know it's c- chocolate ice cream—"

"— with butterscotch sauce," Jess said with a smirk.

Emily gasped. "Even I didn't 'member that."

The blonde shrugged. "Helps being sober."

Emily lazily stuck out her middle finger at her friend, showing off a flawlessly-applied coat of black nail polish. "Anywaaaays. You lost the quiz, and 'cause you lost the quiz you had to promise me something."

"Yeah?"

"You promised…" Emily stumbled around the island, nearly knocking over a bowl of fruit. "Jessica, you promised to name your first born after me."

Silence. The appalled look on Jessica's face became more pronounced with each passing second. Then "Shit. I do remember promising that."

Emily spread her arms wide, offering her a "nothing I can do about it" grimace. "Sooo I just wanted to remind you of that, BFF. And the proof is in that box," she stated, jabbing a just-as-well-manicured index finger in the box's general direction.

With that, she staggered back out to the patio, where the others were teetering around like a bunch of impaired Neanderthals trying to clean up the mess. Jess stared after her, jaw dropped. She forced herself to close it however, and carefully slid the lid off the box.

The box had probably once housed one of Emily's expensive necklaces, seeing the soft cottony cushion in the bottom. The expensive necklace was long gone, replaced with a far cheaper one.

Yet, as cheap as it was, it held far more sentimental value. Jess picked up the tarnished silver chain, cradling the charm between her fingers like a thin, fragile web.

Half of a heart, with jagged edges and all. Written on the charm in shiny letters was "SISTERS."

A memory flashed through her mind, as brief as it was vague. 2012, some boardwalk on some California beach. "These are so stupid," Emily said.

"No, no, c'mon Emmy! Let's get them," Jess insisted. Two silver chains and charms swung back and forth, suspended like clock pendulums from her hand.

"Fine." Emily gave in easily, giving a grumpy roll of her eyes as they made their way to the checkout counter.

Jess knew what the other charm said. "SOUL." Soul sisters. The necklace was buried somewhere in the bottom of a box or back of a closet back in Pittsburgh.

It made her heart hurt, knowing how drunk Emily was, and how she might not even remember their exchange come morning. If she did find out, she'd probably cover up her embarrassment with a mask of anger.

Maybe, Jess reasoned, it's not always a bad thing to be the only sober one. She was about to drive seven intoxicated people back to the hotel, suddenly the designated driver for the first time in her life. Somehow they'd have to all squeeze into Chris's five-seater SUV. But they'd manage. They'd managed before, hadn't they?

And then Jess would drag them into the elevator, with dumbass Michael drooling on her shoulder and Sam actually laughing at Josh's awful dad jokes. One by one (or two by two), they'd make their way back to their hotel rooms. Jess would hesitate at each door, making sure everyone got in okay and wasn't throwing up all over themselves. She'd step a few feet into Matt and Emily's room, necklace in hand, and tuck them into bed like her own children. Once Emily was asleep— and Jess knew she was out like a light with an abundance of alcohol in her system— she'd put that stupid necklace right back around Emily's neck, where she knew it had been for who knows how long.

Emily didn't really think Jess had missed that familiar glint of cheap silver hiding behind thicker, more expensive necklaces, did she?

And so Jess did just that, and when she left Matt and Emily's room, turned off the light, and settled into bed next to Mike, she felt the life shift inside of her.

Her and Mike's daughter.

Maybe to be named Emily Munroe, maybe not. Jess wasn't keen on keeping a nine-year-old promise, but she sure as hell was gonna find that "soul" necklace in the back of her closet.

Okaaaay so this might end up being more than 40 chapters? I dunno. This chapter went way too long, but I hope you enjoyed it. I really love writing in Jessica's POV, she's the best (well, after my Sammy of course.) Hopefully you weren't too surprised by the gender! I've known what it would be for a very long time now, probably around the time I wrote the original outline for this story in August. That was a very long time for me (and you) to wait for the reveal, but it finally happened! Thank god...

Thank you all so much for reading and for the love, ya'll are the best!