A/N: And now, the finally…

GENERAL POV

The first time Sophie drew for Keefe was three weeks later, after their kiss. He told her he wanted something to make fun of for the day. Sophie only agreed so she can prove him wrong, so the two went to Candleshade so she could draw him. But him looking over her shoulder was too pressuring, so the only way she could start without him sneaking in looks was to draw behind him. So Keefe sat on the floor, reading, while Sophie sat behind him with her legs on both sides of his and used his back for a table. It was pretty comfortable and going good until Keefe decided to move and accidentally messed her up.

"Stop moving!"

"Sorry, I was just trying to turn the page. Sheesh."

"You don't need to move your whole body just to turn a page!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"See? Look what you did, Keefe. You messed me up!"

Sophie sighed and continued on her drawing. Maybe drawing on Keefe's back wasn't a good idea after all. But it was the only way to keep him from looking.

"Are you done, yet?" Keefe asked, turning his head to the side to try and sneak a glance at her work.

"Not yet, so stop looking."

"It's been an hour!" he whined.

"Hold on.…There!" Sophie set down the pencil and studied her work with a frown. Wow, she was really bad.

"Let me see," Keefe said impatiently.

"Okay, okay." Sophie sat on her knees so she could look over his shoulder and handed him the drawing.

As soon as he looked at it, Keefe burst into laughter. "What is that?"

"That's your nose."

"That's a nose?!" he laughed even harder.

Sophie couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, yeah," she said, resting her chin on his shoulder and putting an arm around his neck to get more comfortable. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. That never gets old. Keefe absentmindedly played with Sophie's hand that was hanging off his shoulder as he continued to make fun of her drawing.

"Wait…is that supposed to be my hair?" Keefe said between laughs, pointing at what was supposed to be hair but looked like uneven, pointy spikes.

"Um…yes?" Sophie said weakly, cringing when he laughed right in her ear.

"Woah, Foster. I didn't think you were this bad. But you're like the worst artist ever."

"Hey, you take that back!"

"Nope!"

Sophie did the only thing she could think of—she ran both of her hands through his hair. Keefe gasped.

"Did you just—"

"Mess up your hair?" She finished cheekily, whishing she could see his face. "Yes. Yes, I did."

"Oh, you're not getting away with that." So he leaned back, making Sophie get crushed underneath him.

"Keefe!" Sophie laughed, trying to get him off. "I can't breathe!"

"Then how are you laughing?"

Sophie struggled to get him off and Keefe decided he tortured her enough after a few minutes passed. He rolled off and sprawled out next to her. He turned his head to the side and watched her catch her breath as she looked at the ceiling.

"How do we always manage to end up on laying the floor?" Sophie said with a laugh, turning to Keefe.

He grinned back. "Because—that's what makes this more fun."

"Oh, so crushing me until I can't breath is—"

Keefe gently grabbed her head and silenced her soon-to-be rant with a kiss. It always amazed them both that it still felt the same way it felt the first time they kissed.

"What was that for?" Sophie asked breathlessly after they pulled away, her face flushed.

"To shut you up. Has anyone told you that you can be really annoying sometimes?"

Sophie rolled her brown eyes to the ceiling. "You always have to ruin nice moments, don't you?"

Keefe smirked. "I try. And, Foster?"

"Yeah?"

"Never draw again."

They didn't call each other their boyfriend or girlfriend until a month later.

It's not like they didn't want to, it was just that they never referred to each other like that before. And they didn't need to, because they knew what they were and didn't need a word to tell them that. Biana, however, had a different opinion.

"Wait," the brunette girl said while her and Sophie were at Everglen, feasting on mallowmelt. "Did you just say you and Keefe never had a conversation where you both decide if you're boyfriend and girlfriend or not?"

"Um…yeah, so?" Sophie said slowly, popping another cake into her mouth.

"Sophie! You guys have been dating for almost two months!"

"Have we?" To Sophie, it felt like it was only yesterday when she and Keefe kissed. She smiled at the memory.

"Yes, you have! You and Keefe need to have a conversation right now to decide whether or not you guys are boyfriend and girlfriend."

"But what else would we be?"

"Sophie, trust me. I'm saving your relationship."

"Right…"

With a sigh, Sophie left the kitchen and went to the living room where Keefe and Fitz were playing video games.

"Keefe?" Sophie said, walking over to him.

"Yeah?"

"You're my boyfriend."

Keefe slowly grinned his crooked grin. "And you're my girlfriend. What else would we be?"

Sophie smiled, because that was the same thing she said. She kissed him on the cheek (leaving Keefe's face flushed and Fitz to make fun of him for it) and went back to the kitchen, grabbing more mallowmelt.

"Wait—that was it?" Biana frowned. "But…that wasn't a conversation, you just said three words to him!"

"When you have a relationship of your own, you'd understand."

"Very funny," Biana said, watching Sophie leave to bring her boyfriend some mallowmelt. Sophie threw it and Keefe caught it in his mouth, pumping both fists in the air while she cheered. Were all relationships like that?

"Nah," Biana said to herself. "That's just Keefe and Sophie."

The first time Sophie pranked Dame Alina by herself wasn't until a month later.

Keefe was accused of putting an effluxer in the Elvin History classroom by Dame Alina and was given a weeks worth of detention. Keefe told her it wasn't him—and it actually wasn't—but she didn't believe the boy who had been pranking her for years.

So when Sophie asked where he wanted to go that day after school, he told her he couldn't.

"Why not?" Sophie asked with a frown.

"Ask Dame Alina—she gave me detention for something that I didn't even do."

"She can't give you detention without any proof."

"Apparently she can. I'll see you later, Foster."

Keefe had to go home because he was grounded for getting yet another detention, so he and Sophie didn't hang out. The next day, Keefe was on his way to Sophie's locker because he was planning on scarring her but shouts and screams made him stop. He turned to see an angry looking Alina stomping over to him, carrying some kind of animal he had never seen before.

"Woah—what is that?" Keefe said. "Oh! That stinks!" Keefe backed away from the animal that smelled even worse than gulon gas.

"Don't play dumb, Mr. Sencen," Dame Alina snapped angrily. "You put this in my office!"

"Dude, I just got here—that wasn't me, I swear."

That made her even angrier. "Then who did?! It's going to take a week to get that horrendous smell out of my office and my cape!"

"It wasn't me." Keefe held his nose as Dame Alina stomped passed him, yelling at all the prodigies in her way.

"Hey, Keefe," Sophie said, bouncing up to him with an ear-splitting grin on her face.

"Woah, Foster," Keefe said. "I know that was funny, but what's with all the happy and proud emotions?"

"Nothing, I'm just in a good mood."

"I know—doesn't Dame Alina's suffering always put you in a good mood? And did you see what she was holding? I never saw that animal before in my life."

"It's a fish."

"What's a—wait a minute, how do you know that?"

"Those animals are in the human world."

"If they're in the human world then why is it here?" Keefe's eyes widened in realization. "Was that you? Did you go to the Forbidden Cities and bring that here?"

Sophie shrugged. "Hey—no body accuses you of anything but me."

Keefe grinned. "Wow. You actually pulled a prank by yourself."

"I know, right? The things I do for you."

Keefe wrapped an arm around his girlfriend. "You know what? I've never been more attracted to you."

Sophie rolled her eyes but laughed. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it."

And Sophie didn't pull another prank on Dame Alina again—well, by herself anyway. But she did sit outside the detention room to wait for Keefe. Not without transmitting to him (and making him laugh a few times, earning more time in detention for Keefe) and throwing crumbled up paper at Dame Alina along with Keefe when she wasn't looking, of course.

The first time they slept together (a/n: not that way lol) was five months later, or three months after Sophie turned 16.

Sophie wasn't expecting it. It was about 12 at night and she was sleeping soundly in her bed—until she heard rocks hitting her window. The first one scarred the living hell out of Sophie. Once she fully woke up, she realized someone—Keefe, no doubt—was throwing rocks at her window. She got out of bed and opened it.

"Were you sleeping?" Keefe said when she opened the window.

Sophie was going to tell him he was, but the way he looked made her change her mind. Even from all the way up there, she noticed he looked like he hadn't slept in a week. His hair was a mess and laid flat on his head, and he didn't even greet her with his usual smirk.

"No, I was just…thinking," Sophie finished lamely. "Come to the front door."

Sophie let Keefe inside and the two tiptoed upstairs into her room.

"What's up?" Sophie asked casually, looking away from his sad eyes.

He shrugged. "Nothing. I couldn't sleep."

"Right. So you decided to wake me up so I can suffer with you."

Keefe smiled. "Of course I did." He stopped smiling after that and played with his fingers.

Sophie found it cute whenever he was nervous, but she decided now wasn't the time to make fun of him. Something was wrong, but she knew he didn't want to talk and she respected that. So she laid on her bed and got under the covers. "Let's have a sleepover."

Keefe practically sighed with relief. "Sure. I'll sleep on the floor."

"Don't be crazy—my bed is big enough for the both of us."

"You sure?"

"Just get in the bed."

Keefe climbed in next to her—face flushed—and settled down at the very edge on the other side of the bed. Sophie smiled to herself. She always liked that he was a gentleman.

"Grady will murder me if he finds me in here, right?" he said after he got under the covers,

"Oh, yeah. He definitely will."

"Thanks for the words of comfort, Foster," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"My pleasure."

And for someone who had trouble sleeping before, Keefe fell asleep not even a few minutes later. Sophie listened to his slow, deep breaths while trying to calm her own hasty ones because Keefe was sleeping right next to her. She definitely get used to this.

Sophie opened her eyes slowly, recognizing the morning sunlight that streamed through her window. She was going to go back to sleep, because there was no school that day, but suddenly she was wide-awake. Because there was someone else in bed with her.

She was going to scream, but a voice stopped her.

"Relax, Foster. It's me, remember?"

And she did relax—for the most part. But her heart was thumping out of her chest because he had his arms around her like she was a pillow (which made her feel comfortably tiny). Her head was lying on his chest and was lifted up and down as he breathed in and out. Oh, yeah. She definitely get used to waking up like that.

"Wait," Sophie said, lifting her head to look at him. "You were already awake?" She suddenly wondered how atrocious she looked at that moment.

"Yeah, I woke up like ten minutes ago." And his husky morning voice made Sophie shiver.

"Why didn't you wake me up, then?"

He grinned. "I dunno—you're really beautiful when you sleep."

Sophie's face turned red. "I don't know if I should be flattered or creeped out that you were watching me sleep."

"Uh, more like watching you drool. I think you soaked my shirt with it."

Sophie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and your morning breath is making my eyes water."

Keefe laughed and leaned in to kiss her.

"Gross, no!" Sophie turned her head away and tried to dodge his kisses, laughing. They rolled onto the floor where Keefe finally pinned her down and kissed her. And Sophie pretended to hate it.

The first real argument they had as a couple wasn't until they were both 17.

Yes, they did argue and bicker more than once a day, but they never really got into a fight. Until now.

"You were flirting with him."

"What? No, I wasn't!"

"Yes you were! Do you think I'm a idiot?"

"Um, yeah, because I don't know what the hell you're even talking about." Sophie stormed into the kitchen and Keefe followed her.

"I'm talking about when that guy was flirting with you, and you were flirting right back in front of my face!"

"I wasn't flirting, you dumbass!"

"Oh, so I'm a dumbass now. Well excuse me for not liking it when my girlfriend goes around and flirts with other guys."

"How can you even say that? You're basically calling me a whore!"

"Yeah, that's the word I was looking for."

Sophie bubbled up with anger. Her boyfriend just called her a whore. "Fine! If you think I'm such a whore then maybe I should just go and date him!"

"Maybe you should!"

"I will! Cause we're over."

The conversation ended with pots being thrown and doors being slammed.

They broke up.

They avoided each other like a plague, and whenever one saw the other they would immediately leave. Keefe was too stubborn to apologize, and Sophie sure wasn't going to go crawling back to him first.

They didn't speak for days.

It got to the point where Biana had to literally drag Sophie out of bed because she didn't want to get out.

"What's the point of waking up anymore?" Sophie would say. "He's gone."

"Sophie, please get up. Don't you want to watch me beat the crap out of Keefe?"

"Don't do that."

"Why not? He had no right to—"

"Don't touch him, okay?"

"Fine," a reluctant Biana muttered.

It also got to the point where Fitz had to practically shove food down Keefe's throat.

"What's the point of eating?" Keefe would say. "Food will only keep me alive."

"Dude, stop being dramatic. You haven't eaten anything for two days!"

"I don't deserve to eat."

"Okay then go apologize to Sophie so you can stop feeling guilty and then eat something."

But Fitz already knew that Keefe was too stubborn to.

It took a week for them to speak again. Sophie had enough. She missed the hell out of Keefe, and she was going to be the bigger person and go and speak to him. She went downstairs for the first time in a few days and threw open the door and bumped into no one other than Keefe.

"Oh!" She exclaimed in surprise. She studied Keefe, who looked like he hadn't slept for days and actually looked thinner.

"Uh…hi." Keefe nervously ran his fingers through his blond hair. "Okay. I'm not good at this so…" he held out a plate of mallowmelts. "How about some I'm-sorry-I-was-an-overactive-jealous-jerk-cakes?"

Sophie couldn't help but smile. "Mallowmelt, huh?"

"Yeah."

Sophie took a step forward.

And tripped.

And knocked down the plate of mallowmelt.

And it all spilled onto the floor.

"If you didn't want the mallowmelt, you could have just said so, Foster."

Sophie bent down and began picking up the cakes. "Sorry I didn't mean to do that!"

Keefe bent down with her and helped her pick them up. "I know." When they were finished, they stayed sitting on the floor. "Sophie, I'm really sorry and I shouldn't have said that, I really didn't mean it—"

Sophie silenced him with a kiss on the cheek. It was a gesture that made all of Keefe's guilt and regret wash away because he knew she forgave him.

"So…does that mean we're back together?" Keefe asked slowly.

"Yeah, sorry for saying that. I'm kind of new to this whole relationship thing."

"Me and you both." Keefe looked down at the plate of mallowmelt. "Well…we can't let all of that go to waste."

"It fell on the floor!"

"So?"

Sophie grimaced as Keefe began to eat the cakes. But she joined him a minute later.

She had never seen him cry until they were 18.

His mother died a week earlier. They attended the funeral and Sophie held his hand the entire time. Keefe didn't show any emotion, he just stared at the new tree that was planted. He went home with his father after that, but the next day Sophie saw him he pretended nothing was wrong and went on with his Keefe like self.

But one day Keefe was over Havenfield and was making dinner with Sophie. He insisted he could cook and wanted to help Sophie make dinner. She knew he wanted something to distract him from thinking about his mother, so she agreed.

"Dammit!"

"What happened?" Sophie asked, turning around to see Keefe holding his finger.

"I sliced my stupid finger," he muttered, glaring at the half cut tomato on the counter.

"Are you okay?" Sophie asked slowly, noticing his voice trembled.

"I'm fine." But after he said those words, tears rolled down his cheeks. Sophie immediately hugged him. She knew this was bound to happen at some point—Keefe was holding everything in from the day his mother died. Now he was finally letting it out.

"This is stupid," Keefe said quietly after a few moments. "It's just a stupid cut."

"I know, baby." Sophie wiped the tears from his face. And it was ironic that now was the first time Sophie considered Keefe a man. She just noticed his face changed a lot. His jaw line got sharper, his voice was deeper, and he grew another five inches.

She stayed with him the rest of the night, not speaking unless he spoke. She knew he would only talk when he was ready. She only held his hand, telling him she was there for him without needing any words.

And that was enough for him.

They didn't say they loved each other until they were 20.

Well, Keefe kind of did. A few months ago he held up the letter "L" with his two fingers to Sophie. She asked him what that was, but he never told her because he didn't really know, either. But whenever Keefe's looking—really looking at Sophie—there's something there that's strong and the only thing he can bring himself to do is hold up the letter "L."

Until one day.

"Hey," Biana said, studying different gowns in her closet. "You never told me the story of how you and Keefe said I love you. I love hearing stories like that!"

Sophie frowned. "We never said it."

Biana dropped the gowns she held. "What? But you guys dated for five years!"

"Has it really been that long?"

"But…don't you guys love each other? I see the way you guys look at each other."

"Of course I love him. I guess saying the actual words never came up."

"Never came up? Sophie, you have to tell him!"

"But I know he loves me and I love him, so that's good enough, isn't it?"

"I really don't get you two. I told Dex I loved him only a year after we began to date."

That got Sophie thinking—should she tell Keefe she loved him? Did he even know she loved him?

That night while they were watching a movie on the couch, Sophie still wondered. She was lying on his shoulder while his arm was around her and she watched him unconsciously play with her hair.

"Keefe?"

"Hmm?"

"You know that I love you, right?"

Keefe looked down with a grin. "I mean, you did clean up my throw up when I was sick before. If that isn't love, I don't know what is."

"Don't ever mention that again," Sophie said with a shudder.

"But," Keefe continued. "I'm not really sure how love is supposed to feel, but I'm pretty sure it's supposed to feel like this. So I love you, too."

Sophie's heart fluttered but she still smirked. "Wow, that was the sappiest thing I've ever heard."

"Oh, shut up!"

They got married when they were twenty-four years old.

Keefe had asked her on a normal, sunny day. He and Sophie were playing video games at Havenfield when she had the idea to see if Keefe was still ticklish. So she randomly started tickling him to sabotage him so she could win.

"Foster!" Keefe gasped, reflexively throwing the remote down and used his arms to try to shield him from Sophie's fingers. She laughed, climbing on top of him to tickle his chest and stomach.

"Stop! I can't breathe!" Keefe said between laughs.

"Then how are you laughing?" Sophie said cheekily, remembering that was what Keefe said to her years ago. But she figured it was enough torture and stopped tickling him. Sophie looked at the screen and laughed triumphantly.

"Ha! After years of you beating me, I finally won! How do you like it now, Keefe? You aren't the only gamer here, and I just beat your sorry butt….Okay, so maybe I cheated a little, but you cheat all the time, too, by—"

"Marry me."

Sophie fell silent and her brown eyes grew wide as she stared at Keefe. "What?"

Keefe was surprised by his sudden words, but he didn't regret them. He sat up and looked Sophie in the eyes intently. "Let's get married."

"But…but our matchmaker scrolls…" Sophie said quietly.

"Who cares what a scroll says?" Keefe grabbed her both of her hands. "Who cares if I wasn't in your top ten? You were in mine."

"Yeah, but that just means I'll be a bad match for you. You know since I have half alicorn DNA in me and I'm a moonlark that I'll be a bad match for anyone, really. You really want to marry a bad match?"

"Sophie. I don't care. I love you, and you love me so that's good enough for me. So what we'll be labeled a 'bad match'? I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't know, maybe it's too soon. I just…I really love you and I really want to marry you someday. But if you feel like it's too soon then we can wait, I just—"

"Keefe?" Huh. It felt weird to Sophie to be on the other side of this.

"Yeah?" He said slowly, looking a little scared.

"Shut up, you dork. Of course I'll marry you!"

Keefe grinned an ear splitting, ecstatic grin and kissed Sophie.

"We're getting married," Sophie said breathlessly when they pulled away. "That means I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you…oh my God, what was I thinking?"

"Ha-ha," Keefe grinned, kissing her forehead. "Nice one, Foster."

"What?" Sophie asked with concern when Keefe's face fell.

"That means…I can't call you Foster anymore!"

"Oh, no," Sophie rolled her eyes. "It's not like you already called me it for almost ten years already."

"You know this means I'll have to call you a new nickname, right?" Sophie caught the mischievous glint in his eyes and inwardly groaned. "How about…Sophs?"

"No!"

"Hmmm…Phie-Phie?"

"NO!"

"Phie-Phie it is!"

The first time Sophie got pregnant was when she was twenty-eight years old.

If she and Keefe were being honest, the thought of having a child scared them. It would change their lives forever. It wouldn't just be them two, but them two and a child. And if Sophie was being completely honest, she didn't really want to have a child. Not yet, anyway.

But a few months later, they both had nothing to worry about.

Sophie lay on the bathroom floor of her house in complete and utter disbelief. She stared at the blood around her in shock and the only thing she could do was let out a loud sob.

"Sophie! Are you okay?"

She just kept sobbing, clutching her knees for dear life. She didn't even notice the door open. Keefe walked in the bathroom and looked at the blood on the floor with a frown. And then he slowly realized what happened.

"I lost it," Sophie said between sobs. "We lost the baby."

Immediately, Keefe embraced his wife in a hug and held her as she cried. He felt tears fall down his face as he rocked them back and forth.

"I knew it," Sophie cried, trying to escape Keefe's embrace. "I knew we were a bad match because of me! No other elves lose their babies in the womb! There's something wrong with me, it's my fault."

"Stop it," Keefe said firmly, pulling away so he could look in Sophie's glassy brown eyes with his own glassy blue ones. "It's not your fault and you know it. You have to stop blaming yourself for everything, baby." He kissed her forehead before hugging her again. Sophie rested her head against Keefe's chest, listening to the heartbeat that had always calmed her down no matter what.

She regretted not wanting a child. Now all she could think of was having a mini spawn of her and Keefe running around the house as they chased it. She wanted a child, and so did Keefe.

So they tried again.

PRESENT DAY

"…And that's how we fell in love. Wasn't that just an amazing story?"

"Is it over?!"

Keefe chuckles. "Yeah. It's over."

"Finally!"

"Hey," Sophie says. "That's the best love story you will ever hear. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Damn straight," Keefe laughs, leaning in to kiss his wife.

"Ohh, make it stop! Please!" 15-year-old Leida begs while she shields her eyes.

"What? You mean you don't like to watch your mother and I make-out?" Keefe grins, wiggling his eyebrows at Sophie.

"Uh, no!" 15-year-old Aldo grimaces, shielding his eyes as well.

"Yeah, don't you think our punishment is well over?" Leida whines. "You guys two told that story for hours!"

"Worst punishment ever, by the way," Aldo agrees. "You guys are cruel."

"Hey," Sophie says with a shrug. "That's what you two get for putting muskog gas in my perfume."

"It was Leida's idea!" Aldo accuses, glaring at his sister.

"So? You still went a long with it."

"This is your fault," Sophie says to her husband. "Leida got all of her trouble making genes from you!"

"What can I say?" Keefe smirks. "Like father, like daughter." Him and Leida share a high-five.

Sophie sighs, turning to Aldo. "At least you turned out with responsible genes from me."

Aldo nods. "Yeah. I wish I could say the same for Leida."

"Hey!"

"Well Aldo got awesome hair from me," Keefe says, ruffling his son's blond hair.

"Um, we're both blond you know," Sophie says.

"Yeah, well, I want to take credit for something. They both have your eyes." Keefe points to their two, brown-eyed twins.

"Aren't they lucky."

"Too bad Leida didn't get awesome hair like me," Aldo smirks, resembling Keefe as he does.

"Hey, my hair is awesome, too!" Leida shoves her brother and touches her long, brown hair.

"Okay, okay," Keefe says to his children. "We all have nice hair. Now, how about we go and 'surprise' your mother?"

"Keefe…" Sophie says disapprovingly. "Was that your idea to put muskog in my perfume?"

"Of course not!" But Sophie still recognizes the mischievous glint in his eyes and she sighs.

"My whole life," she mutters to herself as her husband and kids sneak away to, no doubt, do more mischief.

After telling her and Keefe's story to her children, Sophie still can't believe all of that happened more than thirty years ago. It seems it was only yesterday when Keefe was shoved out of Everglen to be forced to go to the movies with her.

Sophie smiles to herself. And now here they are; married with two children—who were twins. This earned them a lot of teasing about being spawns of a "bad match" because having twins is a rare thing in the Elvin world.

But Sophie knew better. She and Keefe are anything but a bad match. They're made for each other. Yes, they are complete, utter opposites. But their differences did not matter. What mattered was that they always were there for each other—through both the good times and the bad. They both changed each other for the better. Sophie helped Keefe mature, and he helped her become happier.

In the end, it didn't matter what some people thought of her and Keefe. She loves him, and he loves her.

And that is, always was, and always will be, good enough for the both of them.

EDITED 1/11/16:

A/N: Okay, that did not come out to how I wanted at all. *sigh* If I disappointed you guys, I'm really sorry. And this chapter is, once again, not proof read so sorry for the mistakes. But I REALLY hope you enjoyed the last and final chapter to this story. I'm wincing while uploading this…

HOLLLYYY….WHAATTTT?! The last chapter had sooo many great reviews and people saying they loved it and it was their favorite chapter. And I am still in complete shock because I honestly thought that chapter was complete, utter, cheesy crap but THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Okay, so I know I said I'll be posting an author's note and uploading it as another chapter and well...I'm lazy as hell and don't really think I should upload it as another chapter. So I'll say it here.

Here's to the favoriters, the followers, the reviewers, and everyone else who read this story but doesn't have a fanfic account.

THANK. YOU. For your support and kind words and inspiration and encouragement and everything. I wasn't planning on making this a multichap story, but because of you guys, I made more chapters and really enjoyed writing this. I'm really going to miss writing this, so maybe I'll do another Foster-Keefe story. I don't know. But I just wanted to thank you guys for everything. Because I sure as hell didn't expect 80+ reviews and all those followers and favs. But now this journey is over. And for the last and final words for this story,

As always, TEAM FOSTER-KEEFE FOREVER!

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-Yana