Felicity will be dealing with all of this soon. I'll be there to help her. We'll take it to the park. It. I can't keep calling her unborn child it. It feels weird. She finds out in a few weeks if she's having a boy or a girl. At least then I'll be able to say he or she. I wonder what Felicity will name it.

The Evans will be there to help too. They were more than excited to hear that Elliot's left behind a legacy. "His spirit will live on in his child," they said according to Felicity. Mrs. Evans was going to take Felicity shopping today for nursery furniture. By the time I get home, our spare bedroom will be completely transformed.

I take another left and head back to the main road. The temperature has dropped slightly, but the humidity is still hanging around. Sweat is dripping from parts of my body that I didn't even know produced sweat. My hair looks as if I've just jumped out of the shower. That's what I need right now. A shower. A very cold shower.

Walking through the lobby of the hotel people stare. I don't really care. I'm not here to impress them. Plus, I'd like to see what they look like after a long run in that stifling humidity. I'm sure they wouldn't look any better. I do feel horrible for the man in the elevator with me. I can't smell good.

The spray of the shower rinses away the sweat and grime. I feel like a new woman as I turn the water off and step out. I wrap one towel around my hair and another around my body. After brushing my teeth, I head to get dressed and check my phone. If Luke hasn't called me yet I'm going to call him.

I have three missed calls, none of them are from Luke.

Hey, girly. I hope you made it there safe. Call me if you need me. I'm going to hanging out at the house tonight looking at paint samples. How do you feel about a soft green? Is that a neutral color or should I wait until I know what I'm having. I'm sure it's a boy, but you never know. Call me later.

She sounds happy. Happier than she has in months. I know that these have been the most trying months of her life. She's dealt with things one day at a time, the best that she can. To hear the joy in her voice again, to watch as her smile lights up the room, makes me smile too.

Reagan, its James. Give me a call when you get a second.

He tries to sound nonchalant, but I can hear the panic in his voice. I wonder what's going on. I'll have to call him back first.

Reagan, it's James again. Call me back. I need to talk to you.

Now he's not trying to hide the panic. I quickly dial his number and listen as it rings and rings. I hope everything is alright. My thoughts immediately go to Felicity and the baby. Her voicemail was from an hour ago. She must have called right after I left for my run. James left me two messages while I was in the shower, the last one from only ten minutes ago. Why is he not answering? When his voicemail picks up I hang up and dial again.

I leave him a voicemail this time and call Felicity. She picks up on the second ring.

"Hey!" She sounds ecstatic to hear from me.

"What's going on? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" I cut to the chase. I'm talking a mile a minute but I can't help it. Something is wrong and I need to make sure that she's okay, that everyone I love is safe.

"Yeah. We're good. Uncle James is here to visit right now. He brought me food."

"James is there? Can I talk to him?"

"Sure. Hold on." I hear muffled voices and then James is on the other end of the line.

"What the hell? You had me freaked out. Is everyone okay?"

"We're all fine. You should bail on the rest of your business trip and come home. We miss you." All? Business trip? Where is he going with this? He knows where I am. It's almost as if he's speaking in code. Why would he be speaking in code unless...

"He's there?"

"Yeah. So we'll see you tomorrow then?" I smile even though I know James can't see me, no one can see me.

"Maybe sooner. Love you little brother."

"Love you too sis. See you soon."

I pack my bags and check out on my way to the car. I head to the airport but not before making a pit stop at Luke's to grab my letter. The nice lady behind the airline counter finds a way to get me home as quick as possible. I have to change planes a few times, but it beats waiting for the earliest flight tomorrow morning.

THERE'S AN UNFAMILIAR car parked in my spot when I pull into the driveway. As quietly as possible I let myself in the house and head to my room. I drop my bag on the floor and stare at a sleeping Luke in my bed. I have the sudden urge to jump in and cuddle up to him. Instead, I drop my letter on the pillow next to his head and head to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. I slept a few hours on and off, but I'm exhausted.

I sit on the back patio and drink my coffee. As the sun begins to rise I start to get nervous. I know that Luke will be waking up sometime soon. He'll see the letter. After he reads it, he'll figure out that I'm here and come looking for me. I'm not scared that he doesn't want what I want. I'm not scared that he'll turn away from me. The simple fact that he's here speaks volumes about how he feels about me.

Why is he here?

It took ten years and Elliot's funeral to bring him home last time. What brought him home this time?

I hear shuffling behind me. I look over my shoulder and see Felicity in the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee. I look to the spot her coffee ended up last time she had a cup. I'm guessing it was morning sickness and not the coffee that caused her to puke.

"Welcome home," Felicity says in a sing-song voice. She sure is happy.

"Thanks. How are you feeling this morning," I ask, gesturing to the cup of hot java in her hand.

"I feel amazing. How are you? You look tired." Yes, I probably look like shit.

"I am. And I'm a little nervous. When did he get here? Why?"

"All I know is that he came for you. He was here waiting for you when Mrs. Evans and I came home from shopping. I didn't know what to tell him so I lied and said that you were on a business trip. I snuck into the bathroom and called James. He said he'd call you. I'm guessing you guys just missed each other." She takes a sip of her coffee and I mimic her. I'm going to need a refill in a minute.

"So, you finally got to meet the infamous Luke Evans. How was that?"

"I recognized him right away. You can tell he's an Evans boy. Not to mention he has the same look in his eye that Elliot did when he proposed. That boy is madly in love with you, Reagan."

I smile at my best friend. She hasn't been able to say Elliot's name without breaking out in tears until now. She's healing and it warms my heart. "I know. What's he think about being an Uncle?"

"He's excited. We talked a lot while we waited for James to show up last night and then we talked even more until the wee hours of the morning. Those boys are going to be asleep for hours still."

"James is here?"

"Yeah. He slept in the guest room. We should cook them breakfast. In a few hours, anyway."

I nod. That's a great idea. In a few hours. When the boys wake up. I take a sip of my coffee and watch as the sun finally breaks the horizon. Today is going to be an amazing day. I can't remember the last time I had that thought.

"Reagan." Luke's sleepy voice washes over me. I close my eyes and soak it in.