How My World Changed Forever...Again

Surprise!

Annie's POV
I have been back in Maryland for just less than a day. I'm exhausted and jet lagged, but I'm up, showered, ready, and at Katie's house by 10 AM. They are leave PA at 11 and should be back around 1 or 1:30. My mom and I are here first to clean everything, but at noon, a few more girls from gym are coming to help finish cleaning and decorate. My mom tackles the living room, and I go into Katie's bedroom.
Her room is obviously pretty clean since no one has been living in it, but we need to wash the sheets, vacuum, and dust everything.
I haven't been in her bedroom in a long time. Even when I was over here with her after we got our nails done, we were mostly just in the living room. It's weird, l
we used to be in her room after gym every other day. I look around and she still has pictures of us around. 
     I run my hand along the top of her dresser and her bookshelves and every little picture frame and decoration she has.
     The tears start as I strip the bed and begin dusting, vacuuming, sorting laundry.
     Maybe Hayley had the right idea staying with Colleen.  I mean, I want to be here and I wouldn't have wanted to miss this welcome home.  Katie means the world to me, but sometimes it's really overwhelming.
It's weird to me. I lost connection with Katie for a long time and was fine without her. I didn't think about the friendship I lost. I find out she has cancer and could die. I could loose this girl who used to mean so much to me. Yet I allow myself to get so close to her again that I can't imagine life without her. I could've shut it all out and had nothing to do with her anymore. I took the risk and I will never regret it.

Colleen's POV
I have to post a pregnancy announcement today. I am almost 17 weeks pregnant. Like, next week, we are going in to hopefully determine the gender. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal to wait that long, but knowing me, I would've told them at like, six weeks. It's kind of an inconvenience to keep hiding. I've been sick a lot which means I don't post as much. I can't explain that to them. Every video I film, every picture I take, every vlog, and every one of Bratayley's vlogs, they can only show me from the chest up at this point. People who don't know me probably wouldn't think I look pregnant yet. However, I am a very tiny girl. The people who follow me would notice even though my stomach is only a little bigger.
It's stressful to make sure you can't tell in anything that is posted of me. I don't wanna slip up and have people find out before I intended them to.
I've filmed this video what feels like 3,000 times. Sometimes with Erik, sometimes without. Sometimes I did a funny, clever announcement, sometimes I cried my eyes out. It's hard to get the perfect balance between "I had no intentions of becoming pregnant I got married" and "I'm still happy about it."
My demographic is mostly kids. I don't want it to seem like I encourage young and dumb teenagers to get pregnant with their boyfriend (I'm not going to shame those who do either, you do you). They need to understand that I am 32 years, have a house, enough money to support a family, and a very serious relationship. It's hard to make kids understand that.
I've only been up for an hour and this is already what I'm thinking about. I get up, already feeling sick, to find Rachel.  Erik left early this morning to go get groceries. I'm not exactly sure where Hayley slept last night cause i didn't put her to bed. She might have slept with Rachel.
I carefully open the door to the room Rachel has been sleeping in. Rachel is sitting criss cross on the bed with a makeup mirror in her lap brushing her hair. Wow. We really are sisters. The difference is Rachel already showered and I look like...I do.
Hayley is sleeping peacefully on her stomach next to her. I sit on the bed next to Hayley and put my hand on my back. I know she's a heavy sleeper. I start quietly talking to Rachel about my little dilemma with my big announcement.
"...and I don't know what to do. I don't know which version of the video to upload or if I should refilm it. I want kids to understand it. It has to be perfect."
"Ask her," she says, gesturing to Hayley, still previously asleep, "have her watch a couple of your favorite videos and get her reactions. Your demographic is 10 and 11 year old girls. Hayley won't be able to articulate what she is thinking is the sense that you want, but her reaction will say it all."
"That could work..." I say thoughtfully.