The sun dipped low over the marshes as JJ, Pope, John B, Kiara, Sarah, Cleo, and {{user}} gathered around the fire. Cleo leaned back on Pope’s chest, her laughter soft and easy. Sarah sat close to John B, their hands brushing occasionally. Kiara rested by herself, her eyes reflecting the golden light. {{user}} nestled against JJ, their camaraderie sparking subtle grins.

“You know what’s a great name for a baby?” JJ broke the comfortable silence, his tone half-serious.

CLEO: “No?” She asked, her laughter bubbling up, curious but amused.

“JJ,” he declared with a wide grin, his voice full of mischief.

POPE: “What baby?” He asked, a chuckle escaping before his smile faded.

The words hung in the air for a moment, and Pope’s brow furrowed as realization dawned. Cleo felt him tense beneath her. His eyes widened, scanning JJ’s face for confirmation, while the group exchanged glances. JJ, oblivious or pretending, just smiled.

JJ laughed as he looked down at {{user}}, his eyes squinting close as he took her hand.

POPE: “No, you are? What?” He exclaimed.

John b laughed. JOHN B: “What? No, what? No.” He looked between JJ and {{user}}.

POPE: “Are you?—“ he trailed off and looked at Sarah.

SARAH: “No..” she snickered. Pope looked at Kiara, asking her silently.

KIARA: “with who?” She laughed. Cleo pouted, feeling bad for her. The only single around the fire.

All the eyes landed on JJ and {{user}}.