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Alyssa's POV
   I walked out of the store with Emma's yogurt in my hand. My phone dinged and me being my phone addicted self struggled to grab it.

BabyWhale🐳❤️: Hey babe. Whatcha up to.
Me: just got back from the store hbu
BabyWhale🐳❤️: laying down on the couch waiting for all the boys to get ready
BabyWhale🐳❤️: how is Mya?
Me: only getting bigger by the day😂
BabyWhale🐳❤️: poor girl I feel bad.
Me: I'm sure she will gladly let you take her place.
BabyWhale🐳❤️: and Emma?
Me: Emma....is just being Emma.
BabyWhale🐳❤️: ok babe. Well I gotta go. Text you later. Love you always😘
Me: love you forever❤️

   I put my phone away and divided the stuff between my two hands. Jonah is the only one that knows about Emma's engagement and Mya's pregnancy. Since he is my boyfriend he was gonna find out one way or another.

Flashback
"Babeee" I heard Jonah yell through the the house. "What" I asked. "Were do I stay. Since you know there are like three people in this house and there is only three room." He said with a chuckle. "With me you damn retard." I said with a laugh. "Hey Jonah." I heard a tired voice say. I poked my head out of my doorway to see Mya standing in the hall talking to Jonah. I walked out beside him to see that his eyes have gone wide. "Your...your pregnant Mya!" Jonah exclaimed. She winced at his change of tone, but nodded slowly. "Omg...that's...that's...THATS WONDERFUL!!" He screamed running up to Mya and hugging her. She laughed as she hugged back. "How many months?" Jonah asked. "Two months." She said with a smile. Not even a second later Emma walked in the house, hand in hand with Chase. "Hi Jonah." She said, walking up to him and giving him a hug. "Who is that?" He asked plainly. "Hi I'm Chase. I'm Emma's fiancé." He said with a smile. A smile which Jonah did not return.

   Jonah wasn't very fond of Chase. Not saying that I felt the same way. But, I always pictured Emma and Daniel together.

   They always seemed like the couple that would last forever. But when things happened and the whole "you can't see them till tour is over" Emma wasn't the same. I mean she was always the same Emma, but the little things changed. I knew it was all because of that damn Daniel Seavey.

   Jonah found it cute that Mya was pregnant. Although the non biological brother side thought she was to young. But, he learned to except the fact that she is and does everything in his power to help her through it.

   That was one thing we agreed on. But, there were things we didn't agree on either.
"Jonah are you a phsyco?!" I yelled "You can not tell the boys about all of this!" He looked at me with confusin before yelling back. "Why?! They deserve to know!" He yelled. "Are you crazy?! Do you know how that's gonna affect them?!" I screamed. Jonah looked at me like he didn't understand why I was saying all of this. I rolled my eyes and continued. "Jonah do you really think Mya wants Zach to know she is prego? Do you really think he is gonna come back after knowing that? What about Daniel hm? Do you really think that he still believes he has a chance knowing that Emma is emgaged? No! The answer is no! It's gonna crush the boys hearts if they know. It might even crush Emma's and Mya's. So please. We can't tell them." I said. Jonah looked at the floor for a few seconds before looking up at me. "Your right" he said "We can't." I breathed a breath of relief. Jonah came up and hugged me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and burying his head in my shoulder. "So what are we gonna do?" He asked, his voice muffled by my sweater. "Nothing." I said "absolutely nothing."

   Now as I walk down this familiar sidewalk on this familiar street. I wonder it what I said was the best idea. I don't know what the two boys would have done if I had told them what is going on.

   Maybe Mya would have a chance but definitely not Emma. I wish I could have turned back time and put us in the times that we were happy. When Emma and Mya had barley met me. Maybe things would have been different.

   But as I continue to walk down that familiar street and make a left and see that familiar house, I realize that nothing could change what had happened. And all we can think about....is now.

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