ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇs ʀᴜɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. I've had my fair share of them, most definitely, but not as many as my younger sister Jo. Josephine took after my mother's side of the family in almost everything and, let's be honest, my mother wouldn't be the best Cher impersonator in Florida if it weren't for her awesome entrances among other things. So, when it was early (and I mean early) on Christmas Day, I got up with the sun in order to start setting things in order and marginally cook breakfast for the troops who would be helping me get ready.

     The house was silent and with the rays of golden sun streaming through the window. No snow fell for which I was grateful for because the lights still needed to be hung. A sleepy smile graced my face as I turned on the espresso machine and stretched my back like a cat. Sadly, the tranquillity I felt would not stay.

     Why?

     My phone went off rather loudly in the living room. With a jump and a few skipped heartbeats, I went to answer it. "Hello?" I yawned into the speaker.

     "God, Gabby, did I wake you?" The voice at the other end of the phone asked in a fast-paced tempo.

     "No," I yawned again.

     "You are a terrible liar."

     "Am not. You asked if you woke me, not if I was decaffeinated."

     "You mean tired? Right?"

     "I know what I said."

     "Whatever," my sister replied. Normally, I would be the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed of the two of us; however, one husband and two kids later with a full-time job have made me tired. "Anyway, turn around."

     "Why?"

     "Just turn the hell around."

     "You're rude this morning."

     "You're impossible this morning."

     I went to fire back when I just noticed the echo. "Where are you?" I asked her slowly as I turned around. I saw a taller, curlier-haired, tanned-skin woman. We hung up our phones at the same time.

    "I'm back!" Jo exclaimed happily.

     "Hi!" We embraced each other in a hug. I squeezed her tight and laughed joyously. "How's L.A.? And where's my brother-in-law? Do you want coffee? What about breakfast?" I asked her in rapid-fire succession.

     Jo laughed and shook her head. "I see the hyperactiveness Matt always talked about now. I will always want coffee. After all, who properly introduced you to the substance that gives us life?"

     "True. Come into the kitchen," I motioned to the kitchen with a head nod. My sister's heels clicked behind me and I couldn't believe how silent she was beforehand. Maybe I was just way too damn tired to notice. Knowing me, that would be a possibility. "Anyway, I haven't seen you since New Years. Tell me everything I do not know," I demanded as I poured milk into both of our mugs.

     Jo rolled her eyes and flashed a very mischevious grin. "I have been rocking the corporate business world. You know me, I am a total badass."

     "Yeah, and then you lose points landing down in your private jet."

     "How do you know about that?"

     "Your husband has a serious social media addiction."

     "I am well aware. I'll talk to him about it later." I scoffed slightly. I had known Dylan for three years, and he hasn't stopped his addiction. Jo would have to steal his phone and hack the internet in order to kill his addiction. She gave me a pointed look and I knew what she was thinking. That was the same look she gave me when she didn't want to say that I was the last one to talk about something. "I will." She told me firmly. I nodded and took the mugs out of the microwave.

     "I know you will. What else is going on?" I asked her.

     "I-am-pregnant," she said too quickly for me to make out.

     "What? Say that again."

     "I'm having a baby."

     "I'm so happy for you! MY LITTLE SISTER IS HAVING A BABY!" I shouted jumping up and down. An uneven thudding alerted me to the living room stairs. I glanced into the room to find a groggy Matt rubbing his eyes.

     "Okay, is this a dream or is Josephine here before seven in the morning? And if so, will Dylan pop out and snap a photo of me? Because, if so, I would tell him that the left side is my best side."

     "Haha," Jo replied. "Funny."

     "Good. It's the best I can do this early in the morning."

     "Go back to bed, Matt," I told him. He raised an eyebrow at me.

     "Says the woman who is abnormally tired as of late?"

      "When did I ever do as you told me?"

     "That is also true." Matt walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. "But now I am up and cannot go back to bed. So, I am going to be... what was that word you called me when I came to work sick that one time?" I rolled my eyes at his antics. We both knew I called him incorrigible for lesser reasons, but it was always the same word when he frustrated me. He was incorrigible. He had been for a decade of knowing him, eight years of marriage, and would be for a lifetime more. I don't think I am ready for this.

     ["Ella, we have been together for eight years. I think you can handle it."]

     "You are incorrigible. You finally have a break and you aren't using it to your advantage. Go and sleep."

     "Come with me," Matt whined. It was times like this where I wanted to laugh but kept it to myself. I was more of a morning person than he was and he worked more morning shifts than I ever did. My mother came down the stairs next. Her hands were on her hips and she raised an eyebrow. I sighed. I just wanted to catch up with my—

     My phone went off.

     Again.

     "¡Ay coñyo!" I exclaimed as I unlatched Matt's arms from me to pick up the damned device. He followed me and squeezed my right shoulder in comfort, much like he did when I was in my senior year and sick at work a decade prior. "Hello?" I snapped. I hadn't drunk a bit of my coffee yet and a pain began slowly shooting its way through my nervous system. I was not okay.

     "Um, Gabby, if you can, can you pick me up from the Florham Airstrip? I got lost after dropping off Jo and my car broke down." The voice on the other end of the phone quivered slightly as the wind hit a crescendo. Sighing, I rubbed the bridge of my nose.

     "What the hell are you doing all the way over there?"

     "I was looking for a flower shop."

     "I live in Roseland. There is a flower shop in the middle of town! And two more I can think of off the top of my—you know what? I'll send someone to get you. Don't worry, Dylan." I hung up the phone and gave my sister a look. "If at all possible, I think you married someone more clueless than Matt and I combined."