A/N: Halleluiah! I am over my massive writers block at last! (It's about time). Guess who's back……Back Again…..lol. But seriously: I am SO SO SO SO SO sorry for keeping you waiting this long. I am evil and mean and stupid and……yeah. I'm just really sorry. I know how much I hate it when people don't update. So please forgive me!

Hope you like the update!

"No." I told Cee-Cee firmly. She shook her black hair and rolled her expressive violet eyes. Since moving to New York to pursue her writing career she'd become a pretty yell known author. It was funny how things worked out like that. I had what used to be her dream job. And right now she was trying to convince me to go to the annual Writer/Newspaper Black and White Ball. It's basically a rip-off of the Oscars with awards for different writing achievements. Even with her date already secured –Adam- she still wanted me there. I could swear she gets stranger every year. Maybe it's the non-stop writing deadlines or something.

"Simon, I am telling you now: You cannot not go to the Black and White Ball. It's like an unwritten rule. Every newspaper and publisher will be there." She told me in an annoyed voice. I sighed and continued staring at the hundreds of clothes lining the shop we were in. Cee-Cee had insisted on me coming along to help pick out her dress. Ignoring her comment I picked up a pretty white dress from the rack.

"Before you dyed your hair this would have been perfect." I informed her sadly. It was so pretty. It had little green and pink flowers sewn on. But her shock of black hair against her already translucent complexion meant black was the only way to go.

"Stop trying to change the subject." She replied crisply. I gave the dress another long, sad look before following her to the side of the shop consisting of black clothing. I fingered a frilly frock with distaste. Catching my gaze Cee-Cee let out a sigh of her own.

"You are so difficult. If you like the dress so much then why don't you wear it to the ball?" she muttered as she reached for a less frilly version of the dress I'd just pointed at.

"Because I'm not going. Remember?" I replied trying to keep my wistful eyes away from the dress in question.

"Yes you are. Now go get that dress right this second or I swear I'll make someone else Godmother instead." She informed me dangerously. I blinked as she continued to struggle to reach the floaty dress above her.

"Godmother to whom?" I asked dumbly. Finally snatching the hanger and yanking it down she gave me a mischievous grin. My mouth dropped in shock.

"Cee-Cee! You are……you're not……you can't be……How long have you known?" I squeaked in delight. Cee-Cee grinned.

"Since this morning. Adam doesn't know yet. I'm telling him tonight at the ball. That's why you have to be there!"

I thought that this would be a bad time to mention that the only reason I wasn't going in the first place was because Jesse would be there. She would no doubt find that as an even better reason for me to go then her baby news.

"Wait a minute…..did you say that I was Godmother?" I squeaked again. People in the shop were starting to stare at us, so Cee-Cee - Careful to grab my dream dress first – dragged me into a nearby dressing rooms.

"Do you mind keeping it down slightly? I am kind of trying to keep this a secret." She hissed. I threw my arms around her and began laughing hysterically.

"I'm going to be a Godmother!" I yelled happily.

"You're going to be a dead Godmother if you don't keep it down." She smiled back. Then she shoved the dress into my hand and pushed me into the cubicle.

"And right now you are trying on that dress before buying it for the B&W Ball tonight. Got it?"

"Yes Miss." I grinned. She rolled her eyes before pulling across the fabric curtain and leaving me alone with the dress. I stared down at it for a moment before attempting to slip it on.

When I was done I called to Cee-Cee, who was already ready in her own loose-fitting black dress with more thrills than was necessary for any human being. And I could swear that at that moment in time she looked more beautiful than any Elle Magazine cover girl. Even with her ridiculously dyed hair and giddy grin, which quickly turned to an expression of awe.

"Oh my Gosh," she whispered softly, "Suze. You look so……wow. Jesse isn't going to know what's hit him." she finished lamely.

I stared at her. She knew about Jesse? She must have read something in my expression because the next moment the look of awe on her face was replaced by a nervous smile.

"I didn't learn to do all that self-research on my laptop for no reason you know." she told me softly. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"How long had Gina been passing info back to you?" I asked suspiciously. She bit her lip.

"We're just worried about you. You've been acting so sad over the past few months. We just wanted to make you happy again." she whispered. Then it all clicked.

"It was you that told Jesse where I go for coffee. Why Cee-Cee? Why call him up? He probably thinks I'm his stalker or some-"

"No, no, no. Jesse came to me. He wanted to find you, and well…..he was alive. I figured that you didn't know. I thought you two could make up. With him breathing and all." I closed my eyes briefly. Why would Jesse come back for me? It didn't make any sense.

"Fine. I'll go tonight. But only because you want me to. Don't expect any miracles." I sighed.

And that of course is exactly my problem. I gave up on miracles.