Jack's POV

I sit alone on the bleachers overlooking the training grounds, my hands resting on my knees.

A baby.

Brittany's pregnant. Another sibling.

The thought fills me with something I don't quite have words for. Not excitement, exactly---that's too light, too childish.

It's more like... purpose. A deeper responsibility settling over me like armor.

'A sister,' I think, allowing myself the rare indulgence of imagination. 'Maybe this time it'll be a ...