OH MY GOD! I thought I'd posted this chapter! I am so sorry! But seriously, I thought I posted this chapter! Anyway, this is the very last chapter of Fallen Angels, and it is the last. It'll probably make everyone mad because it's so short and confusing. Well it was supposed to be that way (confusing, that is)...It's more of an Epilogue than a chapter...but oh, well...Please R&R!

Life was good, real good. Time passed quickly.

Ashley had her baby, and they named her Samantha Brianne Peterson. She had a full head of dark hair the day she was born and she was the most curious thing ever. Everyone fell head over heels in love with the little girl and she had plenty of babysitters, Piper and I included.

Speaking of Piper and I, we hit our one-year anniversary. She wanted to celebrate. I didn't mind, anything for her. I wouldn't have needed to celebrate, just being in the same room as her made my day perfect.

Just a few weeks later, I proposed. She said yes immediately. We were engaged for about three months and had a small outdoor wedding just outside of San Francisco. Her sisters were there and Prue brought her husband and son. My parents were there, along with Ashley, Michael, and Sam. Blake, Ryan, Jack, and Chris made it too. A few other close family members came, but the guest list barely topped twenty.

She wanted her dad to give her away at the wedding. She wanted that more than anyone could imagine. She wanted to work things out with him, after all this time. So not long after we were engaged, she and her sisters tracked him down and went to his house. After a long battle and a lot of questions answered, they came back home with a promise from their dad to come to the wedding and be a part of their lives. In the end he almost didn't show up, but he appeared at the last moment to walk her down the aisle.

Not two months after we were married, she told me she was four weeks pregnant. Eight months later she gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl I'd ever seen in my life. I was in the hospital room the entire five-hour labor—and she was screaming at me that it was all my fault for doing this to her the entire time. But when the doctor handed her the baby, she cried.

Anna Lee, who we named after my grandmother who died just after our wedding, grew up healthy and strong. She loved to play with her cousin Sam.

Piper was a wonderful mother. She loved her baby more than anything. Once I came home early from work and found Piper asleep in Anna's room, with one arm around the little girl.

We still had our good jobs, but I had a higher ranking at work and The Hurricane was getting better reviews every week. We had the flexibility to stay home when we needed to, for Anna. She went into daycare so that we could work, and then she started Preschool. She was bright and curious, always wanting to learn. She had a head of dark blonde soft curls, and she hated to cut her hair. She was popular in her kindergarten class and when she progressed to first grade, she couldn't have been happier. She was a big flirt, and she loved soccer, volleyball, and football, even though she didn't quite have all the rules to all three down yet, and she loved spinach, unlike any other kid in her school.

Some of her friends called her Anna, some called her Lee. When she was in third grade, she informed Piper and I of a boy she liked in her class who called her A-Lee, or Aylee. She loved it and some of her friends started calling her that, too, and soon people were confusing her name with the name Hailey, which just made her laugh every time.

In fourth grade, she won two spelling bees. Piper baked treats every Friday for her class and the other teachers. We went to all the PTA meetings and conferences, and Piper became Anna's fifth grade room mother. Everyone knew and loved her...

It wasn't until years after Piper and I first met that I thought about something she had said. Something about angels...Anna had graduated from high school and was in college by then.

Then we got a call from the hospital.

The driver who T-Boned Anna's car tried to apologize, and I had trouble holding Piper back when she tried attack him. The doctors put us through hell asking if they should take Anna off of the only machine keeping her alive. In the end we consented, said our last goodbyes to our only child, and stayed in the room when they cut her oxygen. We sued the driver, who was a lawyer himself, but he lost the case. The money didn't truly matter to us, but it did bring a little bit of closure.

We had a big funeral. Anna was very popular. The boy she said she'd liked in third grade, who called her Aylee, grew up to be one of her very best friends and a steady boyfriend. He came to the funeral, as did forty of Anna's other friends. Piper had asked for a large tombstone, with a picture of Anna's face sketched into it. It cost a lot of money, but again, the money didn't matter.

Piper wouldn't let me see the stone until the funeral. I had to stare at it for a moment before I recognized what was drawn. It was an angel. She was falling.

I looked at Piper and remembered what she'd once told me, years ago, when we first met. She called me a fallen angel. She never went into detail, but I understood now.

"They're everywhere," she whispered, reading the words inscribed along the bottom of the stone.

Maybe you don't understand right now, but I'm sure you will someday. I glanced at the stone again. They're everywhere. I knew it was true. They were a lost group, people who couldn't find happiness. Some can be saved.

Some can't.