So, here comes to the last chapter. I hope you liked this story, and I hope you will like this. Enjoy

"Come on then Lizzie."

I sat on the kitchen floor in Kurt and Blaine's apartment. Kurt was standing in front of me, in between his feet and with her hands in his was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Eleven and a half months, short, chestnut- brown curls, those beautiful, beautiful eyes… a little human in the form of Kurt's daughter- and my grandchild.

"Come on Elizabeth." Kurt tried and encouraged his daughter to let go of his hands and take the one step that it would take for her to fall into my touch. "Come on, you can do it."

I was holding my hands out as close as I could without moving from my spot (If I did I would maybe break bones I didn't know I had- when did I become this stiff?) and far enough so she could take one step, but close enough for me to catch her if she fell.

My hands were almost shaking with the suspense, and I forced myself to a deep breath while she slowly let go of Kurt's hands and steadied onto her feet. And then, right then, right there. She moved her foot and put it down just slightly in front of the other one before she fell.

"Yay." I took her in my arms and danced from one side to another. "Yay. You did it Lizzie. You did it." I lifted her high and she laughed out loud. "Yay. One step, your very first step." I kissed on top of all those curls. "You did it… God I love you."

The last sentence had been barely a whisper. Only loud enough for me and her to hear.

That had been just one step. Just the first one of many, many more to come. And as I lowered my hands, coming down and hugging my grandchild as tight as I could the tears came streaming down my cheeks. I loved her- I loved her in a way I had never loved anything or anyone. And 'only' because of that I knew without a doubt that for Elizabeth I could make the very same promise that I had made to Kurt all of those years ago.

There had never been a doubt that I would keep that promise to Kurt, and I knew it wouldn't be to with her small hands holding that very tight grip of my hands while she laughed until she screamed out loud. This might have been only one step, but it was the first of many. The first towards a whole life in front of her and the first of many that I would be there through.

Every little step and she would have me- her loving, kind and probably very embarrassing grandpa would be there with her through it all.

Every little step

One step at a time

Random fact

I've been suffering from a major case of writer's block. And the thing that has made it even worse is that I try to not make it ten days between when I put two chapters up (including all stories) so when it was at its worst, and I really hadn't any time for writing I came up with this idea- that would have chapters that would not take long to write. So I could put a chapter up, but still put almost all time to the stuff that I needed.

Does that even make sense?