Part 3: Dad
One year later (Jessica Coulter's POV)

Eve was pulling Jonathan's hand down the terminal, saying that she was going to sit between me and him. She could be very demanding sometimes with him, but he didn't seem to mind. I knew that my daughter's demands were one of those things that we both had to put up with. Six months ago, I had gone on a date - that turned into a disaster. Jonathan had watched Eve. At first, the guy thought it weird that Jonathan was there - at my home, staying with my daughter. But I trusted Jonathan Summers. I never thought I could trust another man again but here he was, listening to the frivolous requests of my six-year-old.

"Mommy, you'll sit on the aisle seat," she looked over her shoulder before continuing onto the plane. "Finally, we're here. I thought we'd be late."

"And miss your performance as flower-girl," asked Jonathan, "never!"

Eve panicked and looked back at me. "We packed my flower-girl dress, right?"

I had to stop because I wasn't certain if we had packed it. But before I could answer, Jonathan swung his and Eve's joined hands around so that she could face him.

"I know that you and your Mom had a lot to pack, so I made sure that we put it in your Princess bag," he gestured to her small roll-away carry-on.

Eve unzipped the bag right there at the front of the plane and pulled out her dress. She sighed audibly before jumping into Jonathan's arms. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Of course, little Princess."

"I'd be lost without you, Uncle Jonathan."

"Well," he squeezed her one last time before pushing her back gently. "I'll always be here for you, Eve. If you ever need anything, okay?"

She nodded. Together they put the dress back in her bag and zipped it close again before walking to find our seats.

A part of my heart clenched at the sight of them together. They got along so well. There were days where she'd throw a tantrum with him and he'd calmly explain to her that 'no' meant 'no'. A month after I had gone out on a date, Jonathan had gone out on a date and I remembered being jealous the entire night. Eve had called his phone almost every other ten minutes - and even though I verbally told her to stop, inside I was glad that she was interrupting his date with that red-haired Jezebel who wore too much makeup.

"Mommy, our seats are here," she waved her hand in the air, breaking me out of my memory.

It was selfish, I know - to want Jonathan to always be there for my daughter. He had every right to date other women, after all he was a handsome, funny and single man. He had his own place, a respectable job. He could provide for whoever came along. It was just that I wanted to that woman.

"Here," Jonathan said, taking my carry-on and putting it into the overhead compartment. "Are you okay? You seem a little nervous."

"My baby brother is getting married," I lied quickly. "I want it to be perfect, you know?"

Jonathan smiled. Fuck, why did his smile have to be so damn gorgeous?

"You're a hard-worker and such a caring sister, I'm sure that it'll be a perfect wedding for him and Ana," he kissed my forehead. Just a couple inches lower and it would have been perfect, I thought as he quickly got into our row and sat down by the window. "You sure, you don't want to sit by the window, Princess?"

"No," Eve shook her head, buckling up in the middle chair. "I can still see from here."

"You could see better from this seat," he offered.

She scrunched up her face before leaning forward to whisper to him. "I'm scared of seeing the ground so close to me. What if the window breaks and I fall out?" I wanted to respond but she continued - still whispering loudly. "But knowing that you'll be there," she pointed to him in the seat, "to catch me if I fall, makes me feel safe."

"Ah, damn it," I cursed.

"Are you okay," Jonathan asked, looking over Eve's little head at me.

No, my daughter trusts you and I don't know how to break her heart when you start to date again and leave us. Eve's little confession about Jonathan making her feel safe, set me on edge. I mustered a smile and nodded. "I pinched my fingers in the seat belt buckle." Another lie, since I wasn't even buckled up.

Jonathan still looked uncertain but turned to talk to Eve about the monitor in the seat in front of her.

As expected half way through the flight, Eve decided to abandon her cartoon show for a nap. I went to pull her to my side, but she turned towards Jonathan instead, a small pout on her face and wide eyes. I watched as he put on a small smile and gestured for her to crawl into his lap. I turned away immediately from the sight. I had seen it a couple times. The two of them together - like a real father and daughter - before she went to bed or as we watched television on my couch. She'd snuggle into him and he'd always kiss her on the forehead with a 'good night, princess' that made my heart break.

"Can you wake me up before we get there, Uncle Jonathan," she asked in a tired voice.

"Of course, princess," he answered.

"I want to see the house. Jimmy said I won't be able to spot it from the plane, but I think he was wrong."

Jonathan chuckled and wrapped his arms around her comfortingly. "Well, I'll be sure to wake you, so you can see for yourself."

There was a small moment where things were quiet, and I knew that Eve had fallen off to sleep. I was about ready to say something when Jonathan turned his head to look at me.

"When we land, remind me to take you to Amity's College," he stated as I gave him a confused expression. "Your exam is after the trip. I know you've been studying like crazy to get the extra certification, but I thought that this could help out in some areas."

"Oh, okay," I said still uncertain about what he was talking about.

"There's a professor at Amity's community college who retired from the SEC. He may be able to give you some advice, some tips or," he smiled, "whatever it is you need."

My mind felt like it was doing flips at the mention of meeting someone who worked at the SEC. "There's actually someone - a real person - who worked for the exchange commission in Amity," I asked excitedly. "What did he do for them? Which division did he work for? Economic and risk analysis," I questioned. "Or perhaps it was corporate finance?"

Jonathan chuckled and shook his head. "You'll have to ask him. I'm a little lost when it comes to numbers. That was always Jordan's thing."

"Sorry," I blushed. "I just got so excited."

"I can tell. But whatever it is you want to talk about - economic risk financing, or whatever," he waved his hand in the air, "I'm sure the professor could help you out."

"That would be a huge help. Thank you, Jonathan. Thank you a billion," I smiled widely.

"Your welcome."

"I mean it. That is awesome," I said in a shocked but excited tone. "It's unbelievable. The experience this man has and then I could use that - not just in my exam but after, during my job. You're incredible, Jonathan. Thank you."

"Well, I know that this is something that you really want to do. And I want to see you succeed. You've been working hard, Jessica," he looked over at me with that endearing face. "And I'm proud of you."

I smiled widely. Jonathan was the first guy - and probably the only one, other than Eric - who was truly interested in everything that I did, including my work. While Ana had excelled in reading and language, and Jordan had been mathematics - taking to his accounting and economics classes at the University - Jonathan's bread and butter had been science. He'd been a wonderful asset to the medical lab and pharmacy. I could carry on an intelligent conversation with him and he never once felt threatened by my drive to advance in my career.

"Of course," Jonathan added when I didn't answer, "Jordan also said you are kind of working for the bad guys so, maybe I shouldn't be helping you," he teased.

"Almost every 'auditor' is labelled as a bad guy," I laughed. "Financial auditing is more," I paused and turned to look at the screen in front of me. "I suppose the word would be tedious, complex and maybe a bit heartless," I said with a light laugh as Jonathan chuckled.

"I'd hardly call you 'heartless'," Jonathan reached out to take my hand in his and lifted it to his mouth. "You have a kind heart. I think you want to save people's businesses because you know that it represents their livelihood," his lips moved against my hand, causing my entire arm to heat up, sending a jolt straight to somewhere that hadn't throbbed in quite some time. "You'll do great."

"Thanks," I whispered as he slowly released my hand and smiled at me. Retreating from him felt like hell, my whole body wanted to lean into him. And that little gesture with my arm had done something to me. "Why don't I hold Eve now," I gestured for her, wanting to hold something to calm my nerves.

"It's okay. I got her," he shifted her so that her face turned towards the window.

She mumbled 'daddy'. I froze and from the way that Jonathan's body was tense, I knew he heard it too. How could he not? He was holding her.

"I can take her, honestly," I pressed. "If your arm is growing numb, then I can take her during this last leg of the flight."

"If we tousle her, she just might wake."

"That's fine," I waved him off.

"What's wrong Jess," he looked at me. "It's just another hour. And I'm okay. I don't mind holding her."

"All I'm saying is that you can put her down. You don't have to carry her all the time."

"Did I do something wrong," Jonathan asked. "Did you not want to..."

"I don't want to give her false hope, Jonathan," I snapped before turning away, seeing my vision getting blurry. Fuck, I was going to ruin my mascara crying over this man who was being a wonderful friend and I...

"What would she get false hope over?"

I shook my head.

"No, just tell me Jess. I want to know. Do you not want me around or..."

I do want you around, that's the problem. But as much as I was shouting that in my head, I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. Because Eve wasn't the only one who felt safe with Jonathan, I did too.

The past year and a half had been wonderful - getting to know him and his family. They had become my family as well. And I knew that I wouldn't stand to see Jonathan dating someone else, bringing her to parties at the Summers' house. And Ana was marrying Eric. Even more so, I'd see whoever his girlfriend was when we would be invited to dinners and parties.

"You know Jess," Jonathan began after I didn't respond. "I always thought that we were close enough where we could tell each other how we feel."

Apparently not, I thought.

"I like you and I like Eve. But if you're uncomfortable with us being friends..."

Oh God, it was one of those 'talks'. That whole 'daddy' thing scared him away. I should have known.

"Whatever you want to do, Jess. I don't want to make you unhappy."

Please stop talking, I wanted to shout.

"Did you find someone? Does he disprove of me being friends with you and watching Eve? Because, I can step back. I don't want to. But it's up to you."

"I did find someone," I muttered sadly. It's you.

"Oh," he replied.

I looked over to see a sad look in his eyes as he rubbed Eve's back.

"So, uh, is he someone from work?"

"No," I answered.

Jonathan nodded before turning to rest his cheek against Eve's forehead. "Well, I am going to miss you and Eve."

"Miss us," I questioned. "I don't understand."

"I know I shouldn't be saying this now, especially since you have some guy in your life. But I'm tired of being friends with you, Jess. I have been for some time," he said. Turning his head to look at me, Jonathan pinned me with his gaze. My heart started to beat faster. Was he going to leave us, just like that? "I want more, I think I always wanted more."

"What do you mean, more? I don't..."

"I am in love with you, Jessica Coulter. I like how strong and independent you are. You don't take crap from anyone. It's different than what I'm used to. But I found that I can't live without someone being so driven in her life. You have this strength and intelligence that I enjoy seeing every day. And Eve," he looked down at her. "I never thought, never could have imagined that she wiggle her way into my heart. She's demanding, smart, sweet and I'm sure she's going to be a knock-out when she gets older," Jonathan turned to me, "just like her mommy. I would have loved to make some teenage boy shit his pants when he comes to pick her up for a date."

I gasped a little - something between a sob and a laugh and moved to cover my mouth. Could it be possible? Dear Jesus, let it be possible.

"But I don't know if I can watch you date someone else, Jess," he added. "Perhaps I'll come around for Eve, if she still wants me to. But don't ask me to sit back and watch you with some other guy. I don't know if I could handle it."

Looking away, I wiped my face quickly and made sure that I could breathe again. This damn idiot just dropped a bomb on me that I wasn't prepared for. With a renewed determination in me, I unbuckled my seatbelt, climbed into Eve's vacated seat and threw that belt on.

"That guy I was speaking about, the guy that I found," I began, as I looked over at the monitor. Anywhere but at Jonathan, a part of me was still nervous and scared. "It's you, Jonathan Summers."

There was no response from the seat next to me and I almost wanted to look over.

What if he was regretting what he said?

What if he was only saying it because he didn't want to lose Eve?

And now that I declared my feelings, what if he no longer returned them?

What if...

"Really?"

"Is that honestly you're only response," I laughed and shook my head, biting my bottom lip.

"I just," he paused. "I meant every word, Jess. It would break my heart to see Eve call someone else 'Dad', to see someone else taking her to school, picking her up from school, sitting next to you when she has piano recitals, watching movies and eating horrible take-out, giving each other a massage after a difficult day, talking about our favorite..."

"Did you just say you want Eve to call you 'Dad'?"

I felt his hand grab mine, causing me to finally look over at him. Jonathan had been watching me the entire time. I took a deep breath and leaned forward as he smiled. "I debated about asking my grandmother for her ring or for perhaps buying you something else. Hannah didn't want our grandmother's ring when she married Jack. She felt it was too old-fashioned and I wasn't sure if you..."

"I don't care a damn ring, Jonathan. Just tell me what you said, all of it, is it true? Is it really how you feel?"

"It is," he nodded as I scooted closer to him. "I planned on asking you at Eric and Ana's wedding - not the same way as Eric proposed - but I did have something like that planned. Marry me, Jessica Coulter. If you'll let me, I want to adopt Eve, too. I know you don't need a man to support you and care for you, Jess. You've done so well on your own, raising Eve and just being in charge of your own life. But I wouldn't mind it if that life included me in it. You may not need me to care for you, but I care about you. I want this. I want a 'me and you'. I want it all."

"Oh God," I threw my arms around him - the best that I could, since Eve was still sleeping in his lap. "Yes, I'll marry you. First, we'll have to date but after all of that, yes I'll marry you." I heard him laugh at my statement and it made me smile.

"That sounds perfect."

"Don't you ever threaten to leave me again, Jonathan Summers. I'll hunt you down and murder you slowly. I mean it, now," I sniffed as I felt tears flood my eyes.

"I know you do. And I could never truly leave. I wouldn't want to break Eve's heart, either."

"Dear Lord, Eve," I pushed back and wiped my face as Jonathan smiled lightly at me. His hand moved to touch my cheek and I closed my eyes. "You mean the world to her, you know that? I never thought I'd trust another man again. I never thought Eve would. I'm just so happy," I exclaimed as he chuckled, his eyes bright with joy and excitement.

"Is there something wrong here," one of the flight attendants came around.

"No, this man is my fiancé," I stated loudly. "He wants to be the father of my child. He wants to make me happy. And I'm just so happy!"

Jonathan chuckled again before I felt his arm wrap around my waist. "Come here, you," he laughed and settled me into his side. Eve's head turned, and I saw that she was facing me, a small smile on her lips. Jonathan kissed her hair before planting his lips on my forehead. "I can't wait to tell Ana that you said 'yes'. She was certain that you'd drag it out."

I turned my face to look up at him. "Unlike your sister, I don't need to be asked three times."

"You two need to kiss now." We both laughed as Eve pushed her head up and looked at the two of us. Still sitting in Jonathan's lap, she folded her arms over her body. "The mommy and daddy always kiss. And if you want to be my daddy, then you need to kiss my mommy," she pulled one arm free and jabbed Jonathan's chest.

I almost scolded her but when Jonathan turned to me, desire, love and admiration in his eyes, I decided that that was one rule of my daughter's that he had better follow. And just as expected, Jonathan leaned forward slowly. "Well, I only need to be told once. What about you?"

My hand reached up to grab his shirt and pulled him down to me. It was gentle and sweet, everything that was perfect for our first kiss. It held promise that more was to come and a part of me knew we both held back for the sake of my daughter. He smiled against my lips and I felt like I was soaring.

"You taste wonderful," he whispered.

"I can't wait to show you exactly how wonderful I taste, later," I promised, glad that when I pulled back his eyes showed lust and passion - something I knew that I was definitely missing in my life.

"Does that mean that you're my Dad now?"

"Not yet," Jonathan quickly went into his 'Dad'-mode, though I did hear his voice falter. Good, I wanted him to be antsy for the rest of the day. "But if you want to call me 'dad', you could," he turned to me, checking to see if that was okay and I nodded. She kind of already did, so that was a given.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to be my 'Dad'," she pouted. "I've been waiting forever!"

"Forever," Jonathan questioned.

"Yes, ever since Christmas!"

"What are you talking about," I asked, looking back at my daughter.

"Grandma told me to write to Santa at Amity."

"Santa's not in Amity," I shook my head.

"I know that, mom," she rolled her eyes. "But Grandma said she's good friends with him. So, if I wrote him a letter, she'd make sure that he got it personally."

"Grandma?"

"Grandma Jubi, mom," she sighed dramatically.

"My mom," Jonathan asked, looking at me in confusion. "She knows Santa?"

"That's what she said," Eve seemed frustration to explain it to us. I couldn't help but smile at her exasperation.

"And what did you write to Santa," Jonathan smiled - even though she had mentioned it earlier.

"That I wanted you to be my Dad. That I wanted you to marry my mommy and we could all be a family, and that Grandma Jubi would be a real Grandma and that I could have these sparkly purple sneakers," she lifted her feet, causing me to smile and shake my head at her. "And Ginny," her pet guinea pig that Jordan and Jonathan had gotten for her, of course after my approval. "Oh, and I also wrote down that Uncle Eric has six kids - because he said that Auntie Ana only wants two," Eve whispered. "But I want a lot of cousins, so I asked Santa for that too."

"Well, it looks like you have a couple things checked off your list, Princess," he kissed her forehead and she snuggled back into him.

Jonathan sighed as she rests her head on his chest.

"And you, my Queen," he looked at me. "Is there anything you want?"

"I hate to demand, but I want your grandmother's ring." He turned to look at me. "Eve is right. And I don't care about it being old-fashioned. I always thought of your family as being the family that I want. And I don't know how else I could be a part of the Summers family. I want us to be a family."

"You always were a part of the Summers family," he gestured for me to come closer and I moved to give him a quick kiss.

Oh yeah, I'm definitely showing him a thing or two tonight.

"Wait," Eve perked up, "a brother. I also asked Santa for a brother."

Both Jonathan and I turned to look at one another before smiling at Eve.

"Well, if you wrote to Santa about it," I began, "then perhaps that might be your present next Christmas."

"Why can't I just get a brother now?"

"Bunny," I sighed.

"Does it take that long?" She looked at Jonathan. "A girl in my class told me that a daddy and a mommy make babies, not Santa. So," she pointed to Jonathan and then pointed to me. "When are you going to make my brother?"

Jonathan coughed and turned to me with a slight nervous look.

"You're going to have to get used to those questions," I paused and smiled, "Dad."

He shook his head before his attention was back on Eve. "I would want to be able to care for not just my son, but my princess," he gestured to Eve, "and definitely for my Queen," he picked up my hand and kissed the back of it. "I can't do that if we're not in the same castle, can I?"

My daughter's brow twisted in thought before she sighed. "No, you're not really my Dad if you don't live with us."

"There are other things to think about first before," he cleared his throat before turning a little pale. There was a small moment where Eve studied him, and I couldn't help but hold back my laughter. "Your mom and I have a few goals in life that we wanted to accomplish. Your mom has her job and I just got settled into mine. I also wanted to make sure that Uncle Jordan can stand on his own two feet."

Eve's face wrinkled. "But he can stand on his own two feet. He can walk and run on them, too."

"What I meant Eve, is that I my brother to be able to take care of himself. There are some who don't take to being an adult too well."

"You mean they're not responsible," Eve finished.

"Correct," Jonathan nodded. "Uncle Jordan has come a long way. And we trust him enough to babysit you for a couple hours," he explained. "But he just started his job too. He finished his internship and he's close to completing his schooling. I don't want to abandon him while he's still trying to figure out things. And I'm sure by then," he glanced at me, "that would give your mom and I sufficient time to date, to change our relationship into a romantic one, to figure out where we're going to live. And once all of that is done," he smiled at Eve and nodded. "Then we'll talk about you having a brother."

When the pilot announced that we were coming up on Amity, Eve tugged on Jonathan's sleeve to show her the window. Watching my daughter interact with Jonathan, I had a good feeling about the future that lay ahead of us.

"There it is," Eve said excitedly.

"You were right, princess," Jonathan replied. "You can see the lake and the farm from the airplane. When we get there, you can tell Jimmy that you saw it."

Eve turned to him with a confused expression before tilting her head at me. "If I'm going to call Uncle Jonathan 'Dad', then what does that make Jimmy?"

"Well, that would make him your Uncle," I answered, looking at Jonathan. "Although, I don't know how Jimmy would feel about you calling him Uncle. The two of you are the same age."

"An Uncle, like Uncle Eric," Eve's nose scrunched up.

"No one is quite like your Uncle Eric, princess," Jonathan tapped her nose as she wrinkled it again before giggling. "But I'm sure that Jimmy will do his best to be just like your Uncle Eric. He'll protect you from those who try to hurt you and stick up for you if someone tries to bully you. And I think because you two are about the same age that Jimmy might end of being one of your best friends."

"So, do I call him Uncle or my best friend?"

"Why don't you ask him when we get to his house," Jonathan suggested.

Eve nodded her head in thought before glancing out the window and looking down at the farm.

"I can't wait to get there," her voice mumbled against the window. "I can finally tell them all that you're my Dad."

Jonathan chuckled and looked at me. "Knowing my mom, they probably already know."

Arriving in Amity, everything felt perfect. A familiar face greeted us at the airport. I smiled widely and waved my hand in the air as the older gentlemen glanced up at me.

"Grandma and Grandpa," Eve cried out at seeing Jonathan's father and mother.

They didn't falter or bat an eye when Eve had called out to them and I knew that somehow, Jonathan was right - they probably knew, could see the signs of mine and Jonathan's blossoming relationship. And it made me feel content to know that this family had accepted me, accepted my daughter. Jonathan took my hand in his and walked us towards his parent's. His mother wore a knowing smile as her eyes glanced down at our hands before smiling widely at Eve. Yeah, she knew.

"Eve," Jonah Summers smiled at her. She jumped into his arms as he grunted. I was just about ready to scold her when he turned them around and called Jonathan to go and grab our bags. "It's nice to see you, Jess," he offered, kissing my cheek before pulling Jonathan and Eve quickly away.

"Mrs. Summers," I smiled at Jubilee Summers.

"There's no need for that," she waved her hand dismissively before holding her arms out. I walked eagerly into her embrace and felt the warmth and welcome that only a mother's hug could provide. It clenched my heart a little, to know that my own mother would not be here - not just to celebrate Eric's big day but to hear my huge announcement. As if sensing my mood, she moved to whisper, "I told you, you can call me 'Mom'."

My eyes watered and my heart constricted. Eric was right. There was something different, something so real that happened when you were with the Summers family. It wasn't just being with Ana, for him it was seeing all of them interact with each other and with those considered to be their extended family. The same was going to happen to me. The men in this family were going to be different than the men that my mother and Aunt had introduced us to at the Center. The women here were different also. Everything was different.

True, this family was not without their faults. But they made up for it in areas that Eric and I had been lacking for so long. I didn't know how to describe it. And as this woman - this person that would become my mom - gently pushed me back to wipe the tears from my face, I knew that everything was going to be alright, like a huge weight had lifted from my shoulders.

"I've always wanted more daughters," Jubilee said as I nodded.

We both shared a small laugh before I noticed another couple waiting behind her. With them were three other bodies - one small, one that was very small and the last one was taller than the rest.

"Why are you crying," Jimmy tilted his head.

"They're happy tears," Ana replied, a toddler in her arms. "At least, I hope they're happy tears."

"They are," I replied. "This must be the infamous Jeanette Summers that I've been hearing about," I walked over as the toddler smiled. "She's so beautiful. Oh, she looks just like you Ana."

"Thank you," Ana said as the toddler turned to play with Ana's long brunette hair.

"I'm hoping we have three just like her," Eric smirked.

Ana turned to him with a small smile before shaking her head. She used her free hand to reach over and pull me into a hug. "I'm so glad that you're finally here. I need someone to tell Hannah to cool her jets." She hugged me close. "She seems to think she's in charge," Ana whispered as we both laughed.

"Well, time to set her straight, right," I said, pulling away.

"Set her straight, only the way a Coulter can."

I turned over to the man - who was slightly taller than Eric - and smiled. His hair was grey a little and I could see a few wrinkles on his face. But he still held the same thoughtful, caring look in his eyes. A look that he had passed down to my father and a look that I knew one day, Eric would hold.

"Hi Papa," I said.

My grandfather pulled me into his arms.

"Yup, we found that one lost at the other end of the airport when we arrived," Eric commented with a chuckle.

I felt my grandfather's body rumble with laughter before he pulled back and shook his head at Eric. "I told you that I wasn't flying on that small thing."

"It's a jet," Eric sighed. "You would have been here sooner and..."

Our grandfather turned to him and tilted his head - a tilt that Eve had no doubt inherited. And there was that look - that Coulter look that he'd give my dad if he did something his disproved of, the look that said there was no room for argument, the same look that Eric would often project as well. Yes, it was a Coulter thing. He kept his arm around my shoulders as he led me to the car that we were traveling in.

"What's wrong," my grandfather asked as he heard me sighing.

"I just wish Dad was here," was my soft reply. I hated being looking weak.

My grandfather turned us around slightly and gestured towards Eric. "Your Dad was an amazing man. He taught Eric to be one, he taught you to became great - all on your own. He lives on in the two of you," he kissed my forehead before moving to brush the tears forming at the corner of my eyes. "Continue to teach Eve and any other children that came along, the same things your Dad taught the two of you - he'll never truly be gone."

I nodded and did my best to smile.

"He would be so proud of both of you," my grandfather hugged me, "and how far the two of you have come. He only wanted the best for you and Eric - every dad does."

"Thank you," I replied.

"Mommy, look at me," Eve shouted.

Jonathan came out with his father, pushing a cart that held our luggage - Eve sitting on the top of the bags, smiling and clapping gleefully. That was where she stayed as we went to through the parking lot. I almost wondered how we'd get her off the luggage when we had to load things in the car. Jonathan and his father were making it look too fun for her to stop.

However, when we reached the car, Eve saw the baby in Ana's arms and quickly jumped off the bags.

"Is this your baby sister," Eve asked, eyes twinkling as she looked up at Ana.

Ana knelt and let Eve hug her and kiss her cheek. Jimmy walked over to them and explained all the neat stuff that she does - the gross things too that made him and Eve laugh. As Jimmy explained his adventures in being an 'older' brother, I could see the gears turning in Eve's head. With a bright smile, Eve turned towards Jonathan.

"I want a sister, too."

Jonathan looked slightly uncomfortable as his entire family turned to look at him. He chuckled nervously before kneeling next to his sisters and Eve. Ana had a questioningly look on her face as her brother did so.

"Eve..."

"I know," she put up her hand as if she were Queen. "Dating first, moving in is second and then," she said with finality, "then, I get a brother." Jonathan nodded and went to stand, his family still looking at him.

I turned to look at Eric, a small smirk on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"However, if you give me a sister. I think I'll be okay with that, Dad. Jimmy's baby sister doesn't seem so bad," Eve added as she climbed into the car, moving her booster chair to sit next to the baby.

"Dad," everyone there shouted in question as Jonathan scratched the back of his neck.

It was adorable to see him so nervous. I rushed over to his side and wrapped my arm around his waist as he did the same in response. He dropped a kiss on my forehead and smiled. "Jonathan and I are engaged," I answered as we received hugs again.