"So," Pete asks me as we're sitting in his car, waiting for the sun to rise, "what should we name her?"

Yesterday, we found out that baby Meylor is a girl. Ben and Grace have had late nights at work almost every day for the past couple months, so I've had to watch Cal and Olive more than usual. It's very tiring, especially with things the way they are now, but I'm not complaining. Both Ben and Grace work so hard at their jobs, so this is the least I can do for them. Pete and I just started taking classes again, so throughout the summer, I babysat the kids all day. I did do some summer classes, so I'm actually on track to possibly graduate a bit early if I keep taking them. Recently, Cal has gotten even more into arts and crafts. He always has something for his parents when they some home from work. I do odd jobs whenever possible, and have recently begun tutoring at college. Not only is it a good start to a career in teaching career, however short that may be, but I can also save up a bit more money for the baby. My life has been full of internal stress and chaos ever since Zeke left to go back to San Francisco. I keep replaying the past year over and over again in my mind, wondering what if? What if I had not said those things to Michaela, or even just let Lourdes and Evie walk home alone? What if I had brought Zeke and Michaela together in a neutral location instead of at Grace and Ben's house? What could I have done, if anything, for them to just let life play out as it was supposed to? Is Pete going to be ok as a single dad once I fix this mess and I go back to my position within the guardian angels? No, I can't think about that right now. I'll just take in the moments I have with Pete, where I can just pretend that we weren't destined to be apart. Or, maybe, we were destined to be together?

"Earth to Angelina?"

I snap out of my thoughts and respond, "Oh, I don't have any ideas." That's a total lie. Ideas have crossed my mind, but I always push them aside. If I decide, then I'll get too attached. I can't be attached to her; it'll be too hard.

"We don't have to decide right now, but I have a few ideas."

We're at a brand-new lookout area this morning. It's a bit farther than usual, but I was a lot more tired than usual, so Pete drove us to this beautiful little clearing more upstate so that I don't have to walk up the hill. He's always so sweet to me.

He starts saying his ideas, "Clara, Noelle, Lucy, Delia, Mavis…"

"Wait, Mavis?"

"Yeah, it's a bit old fashioned, but I love the meaning. It means 'songbird'."

"Have you been looking up names and meanings for her?"

"You haven't?"

A pause. I respond, "You know, I'm not a fan of Mavis. I like the name Maven better." Pete smiles, seeing how he's not the only one who seems to care.

"You didn't let me finish my list. I also love the name Dawn."

"Me too."

We go home after a bit more of watching the sun and debating on names, and I arrive home. I grab the mail before I go in, and see a letter from Ezekiel Landon. Zeke wrote me back! It's mostly him talking about his sister, the big move to California, and congratulating me on the baby, but we both are happy to be writing to each other again and continuing to be friends. I can still fix this.

Three weeks later is the baby shower. It's very small and a bit earlier than most take place, but everyone was excited, so we made it a bit early. Neither Pete nor I are good at party planning, so Grace took care of it. Pete's family is very unsupportive and want nothing to do with me or our daughter, but Steve, Karen, Ben, Grace, Cal, Olive, Evie, Lourdes, and even Jared and Michaela were allowed to come at my insistence. Everyone brought small gifts, and we played a couple games. Even at 27 weeks, baby Meylor, whoever she will be and whatever name she has, is already so spoiled and loved by our chosen family.

As Pete and I are cleaning up, I notice a book sitting on the counter inside. Curious, I look at it closer, and see "Michaela Beth Stone" engraved on the front. It's her journal. I tell Pete that I have to return Michaela's journal to her. She has been acting slightly cold to me ever since she got in that fight with Ben and Grace, and I know how she reacted to Olive having her journal, so I do not want that side of Michaela showing up here.

I call a taxi service to pick me up and drive me to Steve and Karen Stone's house. As we hit a speedbump, the journal flies off of the seat and onto the floor. I go to pick it up, and I can barely reach it, but I pick up Mick's journal off the floor and see that it is opened to a page towards the beginning. I know I shouldn't, but I read that entry. It's about her family, and how they all were together at the fair that day the time loop happened, but she must have written it before the event took place. One paragraph stood out to me:

"As much as I fought with Ben and Grace, they have always been there for me. I remember when I was in a tough place with Jared, during my freshman year of college. I almost dropped out, but they supported me and Ben even helped tutor me so I could pass. During sophomore year, my parents had to move since they didn't need the extra space. I was staying with them still, but Jared wanted me to move in with him once I had to leave my parents' house. I was really apprehensive, so Ben and Grace took me in and helped me break up with Jared. They even were the ones that recommended to me to that support group where I met Zeke. They had a void in their heart after losing Bonnie, and my staying with them helped to fill that. Ben is the best big brother ever, and Grace is such an amazing sister."

I'm left shocked. Michaela changed the past, but so did I. I can't read any more entries, as the taxi arrived to my destination. I arrive at the home that is being put into boxes as occupants are preparing to move. After knocking on the door, Michaela opens it.

"What do you want, Angelina?"

"You left this." I hand her the journal.

"Oh, I was looking everywhere for this. Thanks."

""Hey, Mick, where are you moving to now that the house is sold?"

"Probably with Jared."

She seems uncomfortable as she says that.

"Um, nice. Anyways, before I go, I just need to say sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything."

The taxi takes me back home. I pay the driver, and I walk inside, noticing every single framed photo. Some are of Olive and Cal as babies, most are of Ben and Grace's wedding or on vacation. I go and help Pete finish cleaning, and he goes home right once we're done since he feels fatigued, probably due to the fact that we've had a long day.

While the family makes dinner, eats dinner, and watches Mickey Mouse, I'm making a checklist of things to pack. I eat dinner, but not at the table with everyone else. Today went well between Michaela and her siblings, niece, and nephew, but I caused that fight to happen. Even though it was months ago, it was my fault. Mick should have been here, not me.

I got super tired from the long day's events, so I head up to my room for bed a bit early. On the wall just between the twins and I's rooms, there is a very large photo frame with tons of pictures in it. I see family photos of the whole Stone family, tiny Cal and Olive, Ben and Grace as kids, and then I realize what photo is right next to the one that Ben once pointed out as his favorite as it was taken of them the night Grace and Ben met. Right next to it used to be a selfie of Grace and Mick, but it has been replaced by one of Grace and Ben standing in the back, Pete right next to Ben, Cal and Olive right in front of Ben and Grace, and me holding my baby bump standing in front of Pete and next to Cal. Oh wow, I envied Michaela so much, and the moment that I had the opportunity to be a part of this amazing loving family that she is a part of, I took it. I didn't mean to shut her out in the process. What kind of friend, what kind of a guardian angel am I if I take Mick's place in the family who shares her blood and last name? Not a good one.

I walk into my room, which has suitcases that I bought for my future move strewn on the floor. Pete and I have found an apartment we love and will be signing the lease next week. When we do, I will do everything in my power to make sure that Michaela will be moving in, and all will be right with the world.

I need to fix my mistake before it's too late.