I wake up to Pete not lying with me, but brushing my hair behind my ear.

"Hey, Angie, rise and shine."

"Rise? The sun isn't even out yet."

"That's the point. Hurry and get dressed. There's someplace cool I want to take you."

I am very tired, but I quickly take off my makeup from the night before, put my hair in a pony tail, and change into grey sweatpants and a deep green t-shirt. Pete leads me to his car, and we drive for around 10 minutes, until we reach a hill. We both get out of the car, and he grabs my hand to steady me, as I'm still half asleep, while we walk up the hill. He takes a light red blanket out of the bag that I just now notice that he brought with him, and lays it down on the ground, facing East, motioning me to sit.

"What are we doing, Pete?"

"This is my favorite thing to do. Almost every morning, I come here and just watch the sun rise. I thought that maybe you'd want to come along."

As the sun rises, he pulls me into an embrace, and I lean my head on his shoulder. We sit, silently, and watch the sun awake over the horizon. The sky fills with purple, red, orange, pink, and yellow, as we watch on. Pete puts his arm around me, and I look up at him, but I feel so much more for him now than I did when we first met. We do this every morning, and it never gets old. One day, just as the day is starting to break, he whispers to me, "I love you, Angelina." I know I feel the same way, and I know that this feels right.

I arrive home giddy and in love. Ben and Grace are aware that I go out every morning and usually go to classes straight after, but my first class of the day was cancelled, so Pete drops me off at home. I expected everyone to be awake and eating breakfast, but I open the door and hear Grace and Ben. Grace sounds like she's crying, and Ben is comforting her.

"Why?" Grace asks, "Why won't it work?"

Ben responds to her, "I don't know. We've done all that we can. I'll never stop searching for possibilities for us, but every time we try, you are even more devastated. You shouldn't have to do this every month, Grace. Maybe we should stop trying."

"Ben, you always fight for the things you believe in. How could you give up on the possibility of us being a bigger family?"

"I saw your reaction when we lost her. You could barely function."

"You're right. Maybe it wasn't meant to be for us."

I quietly walk into the kitchen, and see Grace sobbing in Ben's arms. I think I know now who BGS was. I carefully walk upstairs, past the sleeping twins' room, and into my room. I see the partially painted walls, and walk to my closet. The boxes are still there. I try to keep the noise down, fight the nausea that suddenly appeared, and open the first box with BGS as the label. I see a blanket sitting at the top. It's small and pink. I unfold it, and that is when I see it. A photo album falls out. It is plain, but when I open it, I see pictures of Grace in the hospital. I skim through the minimal pages, at the back, I see a picture that is hard for me to look at it. It looks like a baby, but it was definitely not alive. Did Grace have another baby? I carefully try to wrap the photo album in the blanket, but as I'm folding it in, I see something written on the blanket. Embroidered into the blanket is the name, 'Bonnie'. I feel like about to throw up seeing that, so I just drop it and run downstairs to the bathroom. No need to be silent now, they most certainly know that I'm here by this point. I sit on the bathroom floor for a minute, just taking in everything. I had felt nausea a lot in these past couple months, but never threw up before.

Wait. A couple months? Pete and I have been together for a couple months, and we haven't exactly been the most responsible couple ever. There's no way. I can't be. I'm a guardian angel who's just in human form. Do I really have the capability to do this?

I look around and replay every moment from these past few weeks in my mind, and my eyes end up finding a box that it seems like Grace had just left on the sink not too long ago. I look inside of it and see tests. I know it's what I need to do to calm my mind, but there's a chance it may be positive. I don't want to know, but I know that I need to, so I work up the courage and I take it.

I pull out my new phone and set a timer. I'm so anxiously waiting for the three minutes to be over. While I'm pacing around the bathroom, Grace knocks on the door.

"Angelina, hey, are you ok? It sounded like you were getting sick, and you've been in there for a while. Can I get you anything?"

"I think I'm ok. Just not feeling great at the moment. I think the drive home made me a bit motion sick, that's all."

"Oh, alright. I'll get some ginger tea started for you. It always helps whenever any of us don't feel well. Let me know if you need anything."

As she walks away, I feel the vibration of my phone. The alarm went off. I nervously look at the test, and the result is clear. There is two lines. It is positive. My brain goes to five million places all at the same time. How is this possible? How will Pete react? Will he leave me? Will Ben and Grace still want to be in my life? They've been through a huge loss, and now the girl that is living with them is getting the one thing they want most. Will I have a place to live, and how can I earn enough money to take care of two people? Can I do this? Should I?

I collapse to the floor crying out of utter fear, and Grace comes back to the door.

"Angelina? What's wrong? Can I come in?"

shove the positive test in my pocket and tell her, "I'm such a failure, Grace." She opens the door and immediately gives me a big hug. She holds my hair back again as I throw up out of shock, and walks with me to the couch. We spend the day watching movies with Ben and the twins, but that doesn't make the guilt, shame, and fear leave my head.

The next day, when Pete comes to pick me up, I can barely look him in the eyes.

"Ok, Angie, you've barely looked at me or acknowledges me since you got in the car? Is everything ok? Do you not like the sunrise picnics? It's ok if you don't. Did I do something?"

The desperation in his voice and the longing to know what's going on with me makes me cry for the 100th time since I found out. He puts his arm around me and my voice breaks as I tell him, "Pete, I love our picnics, and I love you. It's just…things are changing." I take the test out of my pocket, where is has stayed since yesterday, and hand it to him. His eyes go wide and he looks at me in shock.

"I-Is this real?"

"Yes. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know if we're ready, Pete. I don't want to, but maybe it'll be better if I…get rid of it." I shudder as I say those words. I don't want to, but I need to sever my ties to Earth. I really don't want to.

"We're having a baby?"

I nod my head, shamefully.

"Hey, it's all gonna be alright. It's quite the shock, sure, but we will get through this together. I will get a second job, drop out of college if I have to. We can do this, but only if you want to."

I look him in the eyes again, just as I did the first time we came here, as the dawn is breaking, and tell him, "I do." Even when I'm gone, this baby of ours will have him. That's all that matters.

Once I'm done with my classes, I meet up with Zeke. We're going to study in my room, since I know that Michaela will be here for dinner today. I go down to greet her and help Grace with dinner. Suddenly, I hear yelling. I turn around to find Michaela screaming and yelling at Olive, who is holding her journal. Her anger is uncontainable, and Ben intervenes. It escalated quickly, and pretty soon, Grace throws Michaela's journal back at her as Ben ushers the kids to their room.

"Don't you DARE blow up at them like that over something so minuscule. Lately, you've been so unstable and irritable with the kids. I thought it was just a phase you were going through, but I can't have the kids surrounded by yelling, and I don't want your bad influence to rub off on them. Go, Michaela, and don't come back until you get ahold of your life and can contain your extreme emotions around them."

More screaming ensues between Ben and Grace, and I go back up to my room to study with Zeke. He leaves early, and all I can do is sob. I can't tell them. I can't.

The stress is becoming too much for me. I have to worry about fixing things between Michaela and Zeke, keeping my grades up in college, this baby that is growing within me, and now Zeke's sister's death is approaching. I made the point to be comforting to Michaela, so I'm strict and insistent when talking to Zeke. One day, I went to his dorm to study, but his side of the room is filled with suitcases.

"Zeke? What are you doing?!"

"It's too much to bear, Angelina. I can't live with myself letting her fall again, knowing it was my fault and knowing I could save her. Chloe deserves a good brother, and I need to be there for her. It was nothing to do with you, but I'm leaving right now to go back to San Francisco. Why should I listen to my supposed 'guardian angel' if these memories of mine are fading and forgettable? How can I leave behind my family for a girl who is as unstable as Michaela?"

"WHAT?! How can you leave?! The world is depending on you. You can't rewrite the past!" The anger and worry inside me is boiling over. "You and Michaela need to be together. If you rewrite the past, then you rewrite the future! You'll never life your full life and reach your true potential. We'll lose everything. I can't let you do this, Zeke!"

"Try me."

I couldn't keep him here, no matter how hard I tried. I've failed, again. I'm failing at everything. All I do is bring harm to the world and people I'm supposed to protect.

I enter Grace and Ben's house sobbing and frustratingly run up the stairs to my room to pack a bag. They were watching a movie, but the tv stops and I hear footsteps go up the stairs. It's Ben and Grace, knocking on my door as I shove my clothes into my duffel bag. They open it and rush over to me. They sit me down on my bed.

"Woah," Ben says, "slow down, Angelina. What's going on?"

"You can talk to us." Grace says with an empathetic look on her face.

"No, I can't. I'm such a failure, and you'll just kick me out anyways, so I'll just say goodbye now."

"What do you mean? Why would we kick you out? You're not a failure." Ben tells me, but I don't believe it.

"I feel like I'm ruining everyone's lives, even yours."

Grace looks at me confused and asks, "How are you ruining our lives?"

I don't want to say it, I don't want to hurt them, but I think I can trust them. "I'm pregnant, and I don't think that you'll put up with an 18-year-old who's carrying a baby, until I'm able to move out with Pete."

"Angelina, this is your home for as long as you need it. It's ok. I actually think that it may be fun to have a baby coming around the house once in a while." I know why that is. "You're a sister to us. You're family, and family doesn't give up on each other that easy."

Just then, Cal comes in the room with a drawing. It's just scribbles, but he seems proud of it. He runs up to me and says, "Auntie Lili, where are you going?"

Ben and Grace are right. Once, a few months ago, Pete told me that family can be chosen and they are my siblings if I decide they are. They are my siblings, I am their sister, we're family, and I'm not giving up on them either. I will stay here since Ben and Grace seem desperate for the house to feel less empty. They look over at me, waiting for a response.

"I'm not going anywhere. We're family."

Cal, Olive, Ben, Grace, and I embrace. We may not be a family of blood, but we're all connected, and I'm so grateful that Gemma let them come into my life.

Pretty soon, Pete starts coming over for family dinners with us. At first, Ben and Grace were wary of him, but they soon warmed up to him and treated him as a brother. They help us look for a new apartment and jobs, but they also offer to give me a bigger bed so Pete could move in here. They take some of Bonnie's items out of the closet and the attic, and change the names on the boxes from BGS to 'baby Meylor'. Meylor being a combination of Pete and I's last names.

Ben, Grace, Cal, Olive, Angelina, Pete, baby Meylor. Family.

Hey, readers!

Pay attention to the reveals and details in these last couple chapters of Angelina's. Some things are more alike to the show than others, which are based off songs I listen to or theories I come up with about the show, but, as is said in Manifest, "It's all connected."

-Lura